CRAP! Forgot about this, too. Piper's burning cookies actually set off the fire alarm, so she goes to deal with that while Hilton Cooties foolishly approaches The Dead-Eyed Psycho on the sun porch and attempts to make nice. Before The Dead-Eyed Psycho gets a chance to cackle gleefully while bludgeoning Hilton Cooties to death with a Tonka truck, though, Simon Mocks orbs in outside of Hilton Cooties's line of vision. Simon Mocks instantly mistakes Hilton Cooties for Darling Henry, and starts lecturing him on why witches and mortals shouldn't mix, until Raige arrives from above to tell Simon Mocks to go to Hell again, some more, while dragging him into the front hall. Once there, he conjures some roses for her and she does not beat him over the head with said roses, though eventually she shoves him out onto the front porch, slamming the door behind him. Raige then wheels around to run into Piper, encourages her to take Hilton Cooties up on his car repair offer, and bolts. Piper, tensely twisting her fingers around, offers Hilton Cooties a nervous smile.

Trudeau Memorial, formerly Andy's House Of Beef, formerly The Loneliest Precinct House In The World, where Simon Mocks orbs in to annoy Darling Henry. Next!

Nonexistent Attic. Raige finishes the vanquish they've concocted for the "Scather Demons," whom she and Phoebe have managed to identify thanks to that boot one of them left behind during their earlier incursion into the Manor, but whom Phoebe and Raige have been unable to find, scry though they might. The gals were also surprised to learn that the Scathers lack telepathy, which leads them to believe that Chrissssty's been maintaining some sort of mental contact with them after all. It all manages to segue into a discussion about Darling Henry and the FBOD, during which Raige muses, "I keep thinking -- if that [Flaming Ball Of Death] had been two inches to the left, there would be no Henry to save," because she's an idiot who can no longer tell her left from her right anymore, because if that FBOD had been two inches to the left, it would have missed him entirely, landing as it did on his left shoulder, but whatever, because this show is ass, and I want to die. Musing done for the moment, Raige spins to return to the matter at hand, in the process vanishing off the screen entirely when it flares white to knock us...