The CamRents are chatting with Yasmine's mother, Nasreen, over coffee in the living room. Nasreen is upset about the harassment of her daughter, and she's telling the Camdens about it. Damn, someone should have warned her about what a bad idea that can be. Run, Nasreen, run! Instead, she gives a speech about how she's lived in Glenoak all her life and was never subjected to suspicion until now. Ah yes, suspicion -- this week's theme mallet. RevCam comes up with a wacky plan of his own: to get Yasmine accepted into Ruthie's private school. Okaaay. And how, exactly, is that going to stop the bullies from harassing her on the street? I guess nobody really thought that one through. Nasreen accepts Eric's offer of help, and gets up to leave. Yasmine asks if Ruthie can come over tomorrow, and Annie answers for her, saying she can. Hey, what if Ruthie doesn't want to go over to Yasmine's tomorrow? Back off, Annie, you control freak. After Yasmine and Nasreen leave, RevCam goes to his office, giving Ruthie a chance to ask simplistic questions about why Yasmine is being hassled. Come on -- Ruthie's eleven, and she's never witnessed bigotry before? Glenoak can't be that perfect.
Simon updates Dopey on Operation Ass-Kick. He says he got a "detailed description" of the boys who were bothering Yasmine. It doesn't sound that detailed to me, but Simon has narrowed it down to two loudmouthed jerks from his school. He doesn't know their names, but he says he will find out. He tells Dopey to meet him in front of the clinic after school. I'm assuming the proposed ass-kicking will commence shortly thereafter.
Over breakfast the next morning, RevCam laments that he misses Robbie. Heh. Annie tries to take his mind off it by giving a lengthy, boring litany of what all the kids are doing today. Amazingly, Eric is still awake at the end of it, and he tells her that he's spoken to Mrs. Mackoul about getting a scholarship for Yasmine. The principal has agreed to help.
You probably figured that Mary's plan would suck, and it sure does. She's decided to get signatures on a petition "in support of [their] neighbours." Hmm, obviously Mary's lack of vocabulary extends to the word "petition" as well. Just who is she planning on giving this petition to? And what is the petition actually asking? We never get to find out, since this oafish dude freaks out when he hears that there are Muslims living in his neighborhood. He shifts his eyes around furtively, as if checking to make sure there are no pesky Muslims lurking in his hedges.