Over at the CamPound, the elders have summoned Mary to congratulate her on passing the thirty-day evaluation of her diversion program. Golly, what exactly would "passing" this evaluation entail anyway? All she has to do is show up, pick up trash, and not mouth off to her supervisor -- hardly cause to break out the sparkling non-alcoholic grape juice, is it? Mary credits her stunning success to The Amazing Robbie. She says having someone to talk to who knows exactly what she's going through is the only way she could have come this far. Mary, dear, you've been picking up garbage after school for a month, not working on a chain gang for the last twenty years. And speaking of punishment, my eyes hurt from having to look at your horrendously ugly black-and-grey fitted baseball shirt with the bizarre cutouts in the shoulder area. Mary points out how helpful it is that Robbie also knows what it's like to be arrested, at which point SuperMom laughs nervously. After Mary leaves, RevCam says, "They're still on separate work shifts down at the program, aren't they?" SuperMom responds, "Yes, but we said Robbie could call her," except she's over-enunciating weirdly and has a look on her face that suggests Robbie is an ax murderer or the Antichrist. Away with ye, Satan!

Down in the kitchen, Mary is checking the fridge, I guess to see if Dopey left behind a few crumbs of food during his daily forage. Lucy comes in, and I see that there must've been a sale on ugly fitted baseball shirts down at the Biway, although Lucy has the good sense to have bought hers sans shoulder cutouts. She's all excited because someone named Brad Landers asked her out for a burger. Even Mary agrees that this Landers fellow is hunkalicious. The only problem is that Lucy is supposed to be installing toilets at something called the "Habitat House" at the time of the proposed date, and she doesn't think it's right to skip out on that for a guy. Well, duh, but I don't understand why she didn't just tell Brad she couldn't make it that day but that she'd like to go out with him some other time. Mary suggests that the only way the Habitat people will know she's canceling out on toilet-installing to go on a date is if she tells them directly. Oh, Mary, repent! You're a shame to the Camden name! Have you learned nothing from picking up trash with your fellow diversion-program criminals? And now you're trying to corrupt sweet, innocent Lucy? Tell me, is it Robbie who's teaching you to say such bad, unwholesome things?