Upstairs, Piper mopes into the bathroom with her toolbox, examines the fetid, foul wastewater in the sink, and sighs, "Maybe a little magic couldn't hurt." Be careful what you wish for, doll. Ooops! Too late. The filthy water's surface bubbles up and coagulates into the bust of a curly-haired woman, who pleads, "Help me!" Piper hops back a step in shock.
The shot cuts to the banks of an actual pond over in whatever Los Angeles suburb they're using to represent the Bay Area this evening. Raige orbs onto the grass with Piper and Phoebe and immediately spouts, "Okay, so a watery lady pops up out of the sink -- are you sure she's not a demon?" Okay, so you're ripping off the Camelot legend for this evening's A-plot, Raige -- are you sure you couldn't have called her a watery tart? Whatever. I'm just lashing out because I already blew "bint" on a different Charmed skank, and "moistened bint" is one of my favorite phrases ever. In any event, Piper's certain the watery tart in question needs help. When Phoebe prompts for further information, Piper admits there's none to be had. "That's all she said," Piper reveals. "'Harding Park pond,' and poof." I'd wonder if there actually were a Harding Park in San Francisco, but I'd have to care first. ["I think it's a golf course. Oh, hold on a sec -- I don't care either." -- Sars] Just as Piper finishes relating the watery tart's instructions, the Jacuzzi Floozy herself bubbles up out of the center of the pond, with -- you guessed it -- Excalibur leading the way. Actually, the sword's the only solid part of the apparition at first -- the Jacuzzi Floozy's physical form is a filmy outline of water that glides atop the lake's surface to land. The Floozy corporealizes once she reaches the ground, and she starts up the small embankment towards the Glamorous Ladies.