The camera pans up the Manor façade from the front steps to take in a CGI skywriter painting a massive smiley face in the air before we head back inside, where Phoebe and Raige sail down the attic stairs as the Psycho-laden Dolt protests, "This is crazy. You can't leave like this!" "Well, we can't very well ignore Chris's birth!" Raige sings in response, never breaking her stride towards the main stairs. "We have to celebrate!" Big Gay Chris, bringing up the rear of this little parade through the second floor, exasperates, "I'm the baby! I give you permission not to!" Heh. The scene cuts down to the foyer, where Raige waxes enthusiastic about seeing Tiny Gay Chris for the first time and picking out a name for the infant. "But I already have a name," Big Chris bleats. "Well, now would be the perfect time to change!" Raige zings as they reach the main floor. By the way, the toddler playing the Psycho pretty much blew this take by forgetting his direction to remain dead-eyed and impassive and enthusiastically pointing towards one of the fake family portraits on the wall. Brian Krause rather amusingly tries to distract the kid without dropping character himself as he hustles out of the frame as fast as he can. Hee. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah: Phoebe brightly wonders how Big Gay Chris came by his name in the first place, and we learn -- finally -- that he was named for the Dolt's father. The altered gals think that's really sweet. There's a bit more bubbly and inane chatter before the gals vanish into the kitchen, leaving Big Gay Chris and the Dolt alone to muddle through whatever the hell it was that just happened. The Dolt soon enough realizes that Snidely must have somehow manipulated Piper into casting a spell on her sisters, as Piper's the only person powerful enough to do so. Okay. We'll go with that. I mean, Snidely could have cast the spell too, right? Sigh. And the first half of this evening's presentation was so good. Anyway, long story short, the newly affected gals emerge from the kitchen, and it becomes clear they no longer remember the events of the last hour and a half. They also coddle and coo at Big Gay Chris, who's totally not having it. Neither am I. I'll admit that this peppy crap was sort of amusing the first time through, and to be completely honest with you, it's clear the actors are having a hell of a time playing it. That collective enthusiasm adds a great deal to these sequences' entertainment value, but let's be frank here: It's filler. It's padding to bloat the finale to a two-hour length, and it's making me weary, dammit.