Back at the carnival, Ma Cooch is not exactly down with Pa's newfangled "Hollywood" plan. Much bickering ensues, with her basic argument being that if they leave the carnival, they'll just end up broke and on the "bread line." I mention the "bread line" part solely because it's the only reference to loaves we'll be getting before the upcoming "fishes" scene. Pa, however, seems convinced that everything will work out, or at the very least that things will be better than they are right now. He also really just wants to get the hell out of Carnieland. Ma announces that they've got to get back on their feet, and further reveals that she's planning on resuming the show later that night. "She ain't but two weeks in the ground," answers Pa. Ma looks sad, but the show must go on. As must the packing.
While her parents are busy arguing, Libby is busy sneaking a cigarette with Sofie on the carousel. It's quickly explained that her new hair color is officially called "Blondex" (it's the latest craze from the makers of Windex!), and that Ma had something called a "duck fit" when she saw it. Now, I've heard of Duck Head, and also Duck Duck Goose, but "duck fit" is a new one on me. I'm sure I'll be getting email on that one, as well. Libby also mentions that her new hairstyle is designed to help her get ahead in Hollywood, so that she can better emulate her idol Thelma Todd. Libby wants to be just like Thelma, who has an ocean view from the window of her apartment, and a coffee shop in town where all the glitterati gather for mochacchinos on the weekends. It goes unmentioned (probably because it hasn't happened yet) that Thelma Todd also killed herself under some highly mysterious circumstances. In any case, Libby's official plan is to blow into town and strike up a conversation with Thelma by mentioning the fact that they both share the same birthday. Aww. Isn't that sweet? That should easily be enough to delay the restraining order for at least a few minutes. I, on the other hand, share my birthday with Paula Abdul, Salman Rushdie, and Garfield the Cat, so that probably won't be much help when I head out to stalk Lauren Ambrose. Libby's last major revelation is that her and Pa are planning on leaving the very next day, which makes Sofie all sad that her bestest new gal-pal will be abandoning her so soon. But not before Libby gets her tarot cards read, at least, although Sofie does have to agree to lend her fifty cents just so she can afford to get the reading done. Oh, yeah. Libby'll do just fine in Hollywood.