Morgan's Transport Of Tyranny. Morgan's dad wants to know what his homework situation is for the evening. Morgan informs him that he'll probably watch The Color Purple again. Why? Because he's studying overwrought dramas that span character lifetimes? Do they even have a class for that? What is it, "The Study and Analysis of the Peak of Whoopi Goldberg's Career"? Damn. Why didn't I have that class in high school? I would have passed with honors, dude. And this is where Pops "I'm Not Insensitive, I'm Just Without Anima" Morgan says, "Oh, some of your hamsters went to new homes today." Morgan's all, "WHAAAAAT?!" Pops tells him that his mother, who has obviously escaped from the loony bin, took the hamsters to Lake Forest to dispense with some of them. The hell? Without even asking the boy? Or telling him? And why Lake Forest? Because they have an excellent school system and a Baby Gap? "You didn't even let me give them away or say goodbye to them," Morgan snaps. "Well, they left you a note," Pops snidely remarks with a smirk. What a fucking asshole. I mean, really. Was this at all discussed? Did Morgan have any inkling about this potential plan? And why is his father being all rude and shit?
Morgan's dealing with this as best he can. If by "best" you mean "getting extremely pissed off at his whack-job of a mother for taking away his pets." Morgan's particularly concerned that Psycho Mom gave away Stumpy, his pride and joy. He checks the cage, and it seems that there isn't even one hamster remaining. Then he's on the phone, ostensibly to Psycho Mom, demanding that she get Stumpy back. He gets off the phone and says to his father, "What, is she fucking selling them out of her office?" "Excuse me," says Pops. "Can you do me one favor and stop saying 'fuck' in every single sentence when you're talking to me?" Morgan starts to leave as Pops tells him to come home right after class, and he and his mother can duke it out about the hamster situation then. Yeah, or Morgan could just come home after class and tie his mother up and stick her head in the oven. I wouldn't put it past him. Nor would I blame him.