Oh, Miley. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t fall for a regular guy, can you? Didn’t you learn anything from chasing Jake Ryan around last year?

Apparently not, because instead of running far, far away when she finds out the new boy of her dreams, Trey, is filthy rich, Miley launches right into figuring out how she’s going to impress his snotty parents.

It’s Miley, not Hannah, so even Jackson has to ask what she thinks she’s doing when she saunters into the living room dressed in a hot pink suit that even Elle Woods couldn’t pull off. Her attempt at a British accent makes it even worse, but it does supply the over-the-top, corny comedy that Hannah Montana fans are used to. No one really expects her to go on the date with Trey like that, anyway.

And that date? Can it even be called a date when he brings his parents? In the real world, not a single fifteen-year-old would be caught dead bringing a new girl to a fancy restaurant with his parents. That’s why malls are swarming with wandering middle school kids holding hands and not buying a thing. However, Trey lets them tag along, and he’s not even surprised when they spend the entire dinner making fun of “country bumpkin” Miley. They even go so far as pretending to have colored, rotting buck teeth despite Miley’s perfect white smile. I have to wonder how Miley doesn’t know what a finger bowl is, though. I really wish they could have come up with something for her to mess up that wasn’t the oldest example of someone not knowing how to deal with a fancy restaurant, especially considering that it’s hard to believe Hannah has never been to one.

To Trey’s credit, he does apologize for his parents’ behavior, but it wouldn’t be Miley if she sat quietly and put up with their insults. Instead, she blurts out that not only has she met the Queen of England, she sang for the Queen of England. Oops?

Realizing she’s in danger of exposing herself as Hannah Montana, Miley launches into one of her trademark horrible lies, painting her family as diplomats and prompting Trey’s parents to insist on meeting them.

Meanwhile, as a response to having his new housekeeper jump ship the second she walked into Jackson’s room, Robbie has forced Jackson to clean out the pigsty he refers to as his room. One has to ask why he waited so long. We’ve already seen that Miley won’t enter the room without protective gear, and it’s always a toss up if his pudding has raisins or has just started to grow new life.

Of course, this means that when Miley calls to clue them into her little fib, Jackson’s room is now spread out all over the living room. Can I just say that I don’t understand how that boy has so many clothes? It looks like his wardrobe is bigger than Miley’s and Hannah’s combined. I think he needs his own magic rotating closet if they want all that to go back into his room.

Using the magic that is Disney, Robbie and Jackson have time to not only make the living room spotless but also change into suits and develop bad English accents.

Trey’s parents don’t fall for it, but the worst thing is that they decide Miley is a gold digger, which just makes me wonder how stupid they really are. Sure, she’s a little country, but that doesn’t change the fact that her house is still pretty big for regular old country bumpkin. If they had any sense, they’d see Hannah’s and Robbie Ray’s money all over the place.

Regardless, Trey finally gets a backbone and kicks them out, leaving the Stewarts to teach him how to eat with his fingers because eating French fries with little baby forks is just wrong.

Ultimately, this episode gave us everything we’ve come to expect from a Hannah Montana episode, and I have to say I like Trey a lot better than Jake. He might be a billionaire, but he can stand in a crowd of teenagers without being recognized, and he probably doesn’t expect the little people to let him cut in line at a fast food joint. Still, it would be nice to see Miley date a regular guy from her school for once.

Of course, if she ever decides to tell her new boyfriend about her alter ego, it might help that Trey isn’t likely to jump a fence to get to Orlando Bloom. Lilly, I love you, but you are the reason celebrities don’t like to meet fans.