Bree and Orson show up at Phyllis's, announcing that Danielle's going back to the convent. Danielle in turn announces that she isn't going anywhere -- she's going to deliver the baby and raise it there. Which, since she's turning eighteen this weekend, she says Bree can't stop her from doing. Phyllis backs up Danielle, citing the medical staff there. Orson scoffs, "It's a retirement village. The only thing they know how to deliver is bad news." Danielle argues with Bree in Phyllis-ese, claiming that Bree emasculated Rex, and will not emasculate Danielle. "You petulant sock-puppet!" Bree snaps. I'm really starting to enjoy her precise little putdowns.

Bob and Lee are apparently trying to drum up support for their fountain. So they turn to Lynette, predicting that once Katherine and the homeowner's association are done with the fountain, the Scavos' treehouse will be next. Lee plays the old "when they came for [blank], I said nothing" card. Is Lynette sold?

Let's find out, here at the homeowners' association meeting. After getting Ida straightened out (if you'll pardon the expression) on whether this is about fountains or gays, Katherine gives the world's shortest campaign speech, promising to eighty-six the fountain when she's president of the association. Lynette asks if that's all Katherine has in her sights, and if her treehouse will be left alone. Katherine very pleasantly says that if Lynette's treehouse turns out to be against the rules, well, rules is rules. So could they just go ahead and ratify Katherine's unopposed candidacy, please? Not so much, because Lynette just decided to oppose her.

Back in the Scavo kitchen, Tom argues that Lynette probably isn't up for this right now. He offers to run in her place, but she says he'll lose. "Bossy women rule this street," she says. Tom protests quietly, but quickly backs off when Lynette waves around the giant knife she's using to cut mushrooms or something. Lynette claims her campaign is about personal freedom, but Tom thinks she just wants to fight with Katherine, instead of fighting her cancer like she really should. "A tumor is a tumor, whether it's in your body or living across the street," Lynette says, punctuating the thought by bisecting a red pepper. Which is really not all that tumor-shaped, to be fair.