That's when some very pretty background music comes up -- low piano keys and some very restrained strings -- and we move from the disappointed Ben to Margene, who is horrified to discover what hot wax + clothes dryer do to white clothing.
Cut to her on Pam's doorstep, hyperventilating, "Disaster. Serious disaster." Pam immediately replies, "Material, personal or hygienic?" HA! I love Pam. How awesome it is that she has categories for emergencies? Margene blurts out, "Crayons in the dryer!" and Pam rattles off, "Goo-B-Gone, aisle six, Field's." That is some serious Shao Lin shopping technique right there, and her cleaning-fu is masterly as well. Pam then comes out for a good gossip with Margie: she's figured out that Nicki's a polygamist. "They're like cockroaches I don't mean that in a harsh way, I mean that they come in and hide. They're secretive probably because of the shame of it all." Or because they really don't feel like having people call them cockroaches to their -- oh. Wait. That doesn't work at all. Pam off-handedly mentions that she's going to mention Nicki to the neighborhood crime watch, then goes back to expounding on polygamists: "They can be ruthless -- kidnapping and all kinds of unspeakable things when they fight with each other."
And going from the commotion at Wanda's childbirth bed, they can be pretty stressful even when taking a time-out from the fighting to attend a good ol'-fashioned home birth. And look! Here are Lois and Bill, coming to add to the festive atmosphere. As Wanda wails away, a couple dozen people are just kind of milling around. Lois asks excitedly, "Did we miss it?" and Adaleen says, "Oh, no -- only eight hours in and no sign of the bundle of joy." Having established that she's in no immediate danger of being upstaged by an infant, Lois announces that she brought gifts, then shouts back, "Wanda! I brought you a pot!" Wanda, who is thrashing around on the bed, only shrieks in reply.