Well, this episode sucked, but at least we didn't have to watch Lucy give birth again. We do, however, have to watch her breastfeed. That's about all she does besides take naps in this episode, since she has Annie around to do everything else for her. It's great for Lucy, but not so much for Kevin, who understandably wants to spend time with his wife and new daughter, preferably in the privacy of the mansion he bought them. Meanwhile, our favorite sociopath Ruthie blackmails Martin, who was tricked into letting some crazy girl sleep over his new Treehouse apartment and doesn't want the CamRents to know about it, into asking a guy out for her. The guy, Vincent, thinks that this is all some scheme set up by his parents to make him go to church. They want him to go to church because -- and this is so stupid that it hurts me to type it out -- they lived with Vincent's grandparents from the time he was born until last year, and the grandparents did all the child-rearing for them. Now that the grandparents have escaped to Hawaii, the parents are stuck with a child they have no idea how to raise. After a lengthy talk with Revster, though, both Vincent and his formerly evil heathen parents have decided to give church a try, because it will somehow both help them raise Vincent and also learn how to be actual parents. Sounds to me like they're just waiting for an opportunity to dump Vincent into the eager arms of Mrs. Poole, but whatever. In the end, even after we see the ridiculously over-exaggerated effects of having a child and living with one's parents, we are told that Lucy, Kevin, and Savannah won't be leaving the CamPound anytime soon. And this pleases Control Freak Annie, who spends the episode being too busy taking care of Lucy's baby to give her own children any supervision whatsoever, just fine.
It's nighttime at the CamPound, and Lucy is asleep. In the nursery, Kevin hovers over a sleeping Savannah. RevCam stops by and calls Kevin over. We find out that Kevin has been waking Savannah up all night long to make sure she's breathing. Oddly, RevCam discourages Kevin's attempt to get an early start on child-stalking, telling him to get some sleep while he can. Kevin says he still can't believe the hospital let him just bring a baby home without making sure he and Lucy were fit parents. Well, obviously they let Annie and RevCam take home seven kids, so I wouldn't put too much faith in Glenoak Hospital's Crazy Parent Detector. RevCam starts to babble on about how everything's going to be fine, but is soon interrupted by Savannah, who, at the sound of RevCam's voice, starts to cry. Savannah and I have a lot in common, it seems. RevCam takes off and Kevin returns to the nursery, where Lucy, wearing her sexiest pair of lime green long-sleeve pajamas, has entered. She holds the baby and tells Kevin that they'll be fine without his help. Then Savannah sticks her tongue out a Lucy, which is awesome.
RevCam returns to the CamBoudoir and disrobes, revealing his seven layers of pajamas. Strange how Glenoak, which seems to be warm year-round, gets so cold at night. Annie asks RevCam how the baby's doing. He says he's more worried about Kevin, who isn't sleeping. Then he brings up how the Kinkirks will be leaving the CamPound for their own mansion soon. Annie says she's enjoying "every minute" of having them around, but concedes that they'll have to move "eventually." She quickly changes the subject to Martin and how she's worried about him all alone in the garage apartment. She thinks he'll be scared. And he should be; that place is a deathtrap. When you aren't about to fall through that giant hole where the kitchenette floor should be, you're wondering if the master craftsmanship of Annie and the guy who tried to sue her is good enough to withstand a small gust of wind without the entire place coming crashing down on you. And God forbid it ever rains. Meanwhile, RevCam has fallen asleep in Annie's face.
Martin has also fallen asleep, a book entitled History of Northern Europe splayed across his chest. You have to wonder what all those multicultural Glenoak high students thought when they found out that they'd be spending their senior history class learning about the history of the whitest white people on this planet. Anyway, we see that some blonde girl has also fallen asleep in Martin's pad, apparently in the middle of reading the same book. I don't understand this; the history of Northern Europe sounds like an exciting learning adventure to me, with all those Vikings sailing around, pillaging stuff, conquering everyone, discovering the New World but not getting any credit for it. Of course, since this is a school in Glenoak we're talking about, the entire book is probably just a collection of old Hagar the Horribles.