Down in the kitchen, the Nymrods cavort in the corner while Phoebe helps Raige brew a potion to vanquish my husband. There's a bit of blather about the Shrew from Raige before Phoebe reminds her that the Charmed Ones work best when they work together. Upon Raige's snotty response, Phoebe simply rolls her eyes and heads out into the hallway to answer the conveniently chiming doorbell. Anorexia and Bulimia jiggle over to Raige, announce that she needs to revisit her "wild side," and plant sloppy wet ones on her cheeks. Bamp chicka bamp baow. Raige instantly morphs into Nymrod form. D'OH!

Out in the foyer, Phoebe opens the front door to find Chronic grinning bashfully on the porch. She blithers and dithers and tries to get him away from the Manor before he spots anything incriminating, but Raige and the Nymrods choose this moment to twitter out of the kitchen. "You found them!" yelps Chronic as Anorexia, Bulimia, and Raige giggle their way over to him to cop a feel. "Isn't that your sister?" Chronic continues as Raige and the Nymrods glide out through the front door. Phoebe phreaks, and elicits a promise from Chronic that he'll not tell anyone about what he's seen until they've had a chance to discuss it. With that, she shoves him out, then turns to bellow for Shrew and the Dolt.

P3. Tonight's guest alt-rock testicles howl from the stage as Raige and the Nymrods wiggle their way through the crowd at the bar. Brace yourselves for further hijinks.

But first, a word from our Shrew. Back at the Manor, the Dolt tries to pinch out Raige's location, but fails because she's no longer a witch. The Shrew briefly beats herself up for driving Raige into the arms of the Nymrods. Phoebe joins the pity party by moping something about her paper getting an exclusive just because she slept with her boss. Upon Phoebe's expression of remorse, the Shrew asks, "So, you're saying this is all your fault?" "Yep," admits the Feebs. "Good," the Shrew concludes. Shout-out? You decide. The club's manager phones to complain about Raige, and the Manor Three are off.

P3. Guest Testicles. Raige and the Nymrods, rubbing up against the Guest Testicles in a lewd and lascivious manner. Shrew and the Dolt barrel through the crowd, drag Raige from the stage, and berate her for abdicating her witchy duties. Raige huffs another whip-it and listens to her hair grow. One of the Guest Testicles' roadies arrives to bitch about the "groupies" ruining the show, thereby distracting Shrew and the Dolt long enough for Raige to escape from P3 with Anorexia and Bulimia. The Nymrods plus Raige flitter up the stairs to…