...the nonexistent attic, where the Dolt and the Psycho play with the dollhouse while poor, abused, and woefully neglected -- but not, apparently, deceased -- Tiny Gay Chris finds himself unceremoniously imprisoned in his hand-me-down product-placed playpen. Tiny Gay Chris's monster noggin is swaddled in a thick blue knit cap, no doubt to hide the scars and bruising from his insane brother's last horrific attempt on his life. The Psycho, typically enough, remains dead-eyed and silent throughout, but Tiny Gay Chris amusingly lets out a giggly, enthusiastic, pre-verbal squeal of delight for some reason or another. Cute! But still: Poor Chris. He has no idea how wretched and futile his life ultimately becomes. Sigh. Piper enters, and there is rampant bitchery when she discovers that the Dolt's deactivated the Crystical circle, so Piper and the Dolt head down the stairs to have, as the Dolt puts it, "an adult conversation." The doomed Tiny Gay Chris lets out another giddy squawk at this news, but the murderous Psycho simply pivots to train his vacant, cold stare on his parents' retreating forms. DUN! Eventually.

Lair Of The Zankou. Raige orbs in with the Feebs, who's mid-rant about Elise dumping responsibility for the evening edition onto her inexperienced lap. Raige cares as little about this plot development as I do, apparently, for she silences her yappy half-sister by hissing, "Focus!" The two pick their way across the cracked dirt floor until Zankou flames in before them with a merry, "Greetings!" Heh. He's mildly annoyed, however, to realize that Piper hasn't joined Phoebe and Raige on their little demon-sporking jaunt. Phoebe, not getting it, impatiently blares, "We'd love to stay and chat, but we have business to attend to." "I know," Zankou twinkles, snapping his fingers to conjure a trio of Craven's underlings. "Gonna take longer than ten minutes," Raige grunts as she and Phoebe hurl a few vanquishing vials at the new arrivals. Zankou darts out of the frame to avoid the resulting explosion, which floods the screen to whisk us back to...