...the nonexistent attic. Piper's Book abuse has turned up numerous entries on various "ultimate powers," all of whom have been vanquished in the past. Just then, Chrissssty telepathically connects with the Retard. "She wantssss ussss to reversssse the To Call A Losssst Witch sssspell sssso we can come find her!" "How in God's name does your damned stupid sister know about that spell?" Piper asks on behalf of the audience, perhaps using fewer words than I just did there. Alas, we are never to receive an answer, Piper or the rest of us, for Hagula butts in at this moment to state flatly, "It doesn't matter, because we're not going." Thanks for nothing, Feebs. Besides, Chrissssty doesn't want your bony ass down in Hell, anyway -- she's only looking for the Retard. Piper and Phoebe protest that the Retard is likely walking -- or orbing, or glowing-golf-ball-clouding, or whatever -- into a trap, but Maggot Neck insists. Phoebe warns that if she's not back in five minutes, the sisters are heading in after her. I don't think she really means that, though, because I swear to God that deep down inside, the Manor Morons hate her as much as I do.

Hell. A swirling cloud of glowing golf balls deposits the Retard upon the dirt of Kiefer's chamber. "Chisssssssssssssty?" she calls out, the unbearable sibilance echoing off the chamber walls. Chrissssty emerges from the shadows followed by Kiefer himself, who snarls, "Your sister can't be saved, and neither can you." Maggot Neck slackjaws her way into the final commercial break.

Hell. Kiefer and the Kieferettes wing Flaming Balls Of Death at the Retard's oddly proportioned ass, but she manages to dodge them all by tumbling behind a boulder. She screams for Chrissssty's help, but poor little Chrissssty's looking massively sedated at the moment, so it's up to the Bimbo to try to talk her sister out of it. Which she does, even though it involves abandoning the boulder's cover to emerge into the open and hiss at Chrissssty for thirty seconds, during which not one of the demons present dusts her maggoty ass, because everyone on this show is a fucking moron. Maggot Neck finally manages to get through to Chrissssty, and there follows the worst vanquish I've ever seen on this show, and that's coming from a guy who remembers them all, from the horrid effects of the very first to the miserable insult of the most recent. Chrissssty places her fingertips on her temples to think real hard once more, in the process conjuring a rapidly expanding ball of flame that rises from the center of the chamber towards the ceiling. The Retard then telekinetically redirects fingers of that flame towards each of the demons present, cremating them all despite the fact that she wasn't being very quick about it at all, which means the demons at the end of the flambé line should have squiggled the fuck away before the tongues of fire hit them, but whatever, because CANCELLED! Chrissssty and the Retard embrace before they're caught up in a swirling cloud of glowing golf balls that deposits them...