Lynette is driving home from the campsite with Tom. The kids are all lined up in the back seat. Where's Snora? Hmm. Oh well, I guess she just...hoofed it? Or maybe she's tucked away in some luggage on the roof rack, Gabby-style. Lynette, clearly tenderized by Snora's acid words about how Tom is scared of her, shows concern over Tom's back pain. Then she points out how stressful his life's been lately, with the new surprise child and the "job hunting." Tom groans: "Uch. Are we going to fight about that again? Because if so, I'm going to need those last four muscle relaxants." To the contrary: Lynette actually thinks that perhaps Tom needs to "cast a wider net." Tom: "I'd like to play bass for Aerosmith." Lynette: "Okay, let's call that the backup plan." But really, doesn't Tom have some secret desires, dreams, wants? Tom nods, agreeing that "maybe" he does, but that it's all gotten so confusing, so cloudy what with all the kids and so on. Lynette: "Whatever you want to do, I'm in your corner." Tom tells her how lucky he is to be with her, and she smiles hugely. Uh oh. This can't end well. Tom's totally going declare that he wants to be, like, a magician or a barista, and Lynette is going to have to support him, because she promised she would! Though when has she ever stuck to what she's said she'd do in the past? Lynette being Lynette, she'll find a way to weasel her way out of it somehow.
Comaragaritaville. Edie is there to steal back her CD player. She grabs a chocolate out of a box sitting by Mike's bed. Who gives coma patients chocolates? Or is that some kind of rousing aromatherapy they're using now? Edie slips the stereo into an empty leopard-print bag she brought along just for this purpose -- smart! -- and then turns to leave. "I hope you feel better soon," she tells Mike, her mouth stuffed with chocolate. Ha! Just as she clears the door, she turns back, a smutty light bulb going off in her smutty mind. Edie comes back to the bed and, after pausing to lick the chocolate off her fingers (triple ha!), she lifts up his bed sheets for a peek at his twig and berries. "Damn!" she says. "And that's with the coma!" Mike, it seems, has a huge penis. Edie sighs, and then grabs the entire box of chocolates and heads out to leave. But again, she turns back. And her eyes, they bug out of her head.
And roll out the MAVO! This week's parting theme? Baggage. And how great it is "if we can travel with someone who can help lighten the load." We see Tom straining to lift his bags out of the car, and then straightening up in pain. Lynette circles back and lifts his bags for him.