The mottled white light washes over Piper, Phoebe, Raige, and the Dolt, then spreads throughout the Manor. Over on the sun porch, a festive wind-up toy carousel vanishes, followed by Tiny Gay Chris's playpen. A small lamp and a wicker ottoman pop up in their places. Up in the Bridal Boudoir, the Patricia Campbell Hearst Commemorative Child-Care Nook morphs back into a closet, and over on the wall, Tiny Gay Chris disappears from a framed family photo. Back down in the main hall, Harvey, Jean, and Tiny Chris vanish in a shimmering twinkle of Beam-Me-Up points of light. Now, that's what the motherfucking DUN! is all about, people.

Pause. Piper turns to the Dolt and snaps, "What are you doing here?" The Dolt, instantly sheepish, mutters, "I don't know. Better go." As he orbs out, Raige guhs, "What were we talking about?" "Dunno," Piper replies. Phoebe stretches and yawns and heads upstairs to bed. "Yeah," Raige absentmindedly agrees, "I'm tired, too." She crosses to the foot of the stairs, then turns to ask, "You all right?" Piper nods distractedly. "I just feel like I'm forgetting something." "Like what?" Raige perks as she bounces up the first flight to the landing. "Must not be very important," Piper shrugs. Piper tosses her glossy mane around and follows Raige up the stairs as The Ominous Oboe Of What Kind Of Shitty-Ass Mother Forgets Her Own Son? accompanies us into the opening credits.

By the way, I found a brief clip of Drew Fuller in that soft-core-gay-porno-masquerading-as-a-horror-flick travesty he appeared in three years ago. Enjoy, if you dare.