And it's time for this season's new opening credits, which now feature so many people that I think they actually had to slightly extend the angelic singing at the end of the theme music to fit them all. Poor old Happy is fast becoming the only original character left on the show. There's got to be better opportunities for her somewhere. Even a commercial for a local pet shop would be preferable.
Whoa, Marcia Wallace is guest starring in this episode? Awesome! She's my third-favourite Match Game sixth chair panelist, following Betty White and Fannie Flagg! My least favorite is, and will forever remain, Patti Deutsch. For the Opening Credits Timewaster, Kevin and Lucy pack and look at each other amorously. Then Kevin throws the suitcase off the bed so they can have more room for their make-out session, which lasts about three seconds. Well, they are newlyweds. Lucy and Kevin break apart and laugh like dorks while the episode writer's name flashes on the screen. Horrors, it's Brenda Hampton. This is going to suck so bad. Kevin says that they've had a tough summer, and Lucy sadly nods her agreement. Then Kevin rapidly switches topics and says that ever since Lucy told him that she thought she might be pregnant, he's been really happy. Not because she ended up not being pregnant, but because one day they will have kids together and he can't wait. Well, that's nice. They've wrapped up one of last season's big cliffhangers with three lines of exposition dialogue. Don't get me wrong: I really am glad that Brenda is sparing me from seeing any more of that stupid plotline. I mean, sure, it's a terrible way to tell stories, but the important thing is that I don't have to deal with a mini-Lucy or a Kevlet. Kevin says that he wants to have children; Lucy says that she wants to finish school first. What school? Oh, that's right; Lucy attends classes at Crawford Clown College twice a season, on their "fast-track" degree program. Kevin says that he needs something "life-affirming" right now. Well, that's a great reason to have kids. You know, if you're an idiot.