Scavo house. Lynette is standing at the window, fretting at the sight of pedophile-tempting kids skateboarding around the neighborhood. Tom tries to draw her away from the window, putting a hand on her bad shoulder, and she winces convincingly -- it's a sad commentary on this show's continuity record that this nod to Lynette's injury from just two episodes back pleases me so. Just then, Lynette spots Art, crossing the street with her cake plate in hand. She runs out to greet him and totally overdoes it with the faux smiling and cheer. He thanks her for the cake, which he and his sister, "Rebecca" (he gestures over to his house, and a woman in a wheelchair waves), thoroughly enjoyed. Lynette stands there, plastic smile pasted in place; then she abruptly signs off and turns to leave. Art laughs a friendly laugh at her weird exit. You know, he really does seem so nice, I'm just not believing the pedophile thing...though I guess "he seems so nice" is the biggest red flag ever when it comes to perverts. Maybe he's a mass murderer; they also tend to seem nice. While Lynette beats a hasty retreat, Art asks if she likes how he and his sister decorated the place; what does she think about the color they painted the kitchen? But Lynette idiotically pretends that she didn't see anything but the living room. Art, friendly-teasing: "What? Come on! You're in a new house, curious about your new house. You look around. We all do it." But Lynette sticks to her story. On cue, Parker rolls up and asks if he can come play with Art's pinball machine. Which both sounds dirty, and may or may not actually be dirty, depending on whether or not Art actually is a pedophile. Which he isn't, right? Or is he? Art gives Lynette a weird look, which she totally deserves. Why can't she simply tell him what she saw and ask him what it means? He did save her life, after all, so she could at least give him the benefit of the doubt. But no. Instead, Lynette smiles and lies and avoids a straightforward confrontation at any cost. And the "Totally Busted" music takes us right into commercial.
And back to the Little Miss Snowflakes. Gabby, her skin an eerie George Hamil-tan, is showing the girls how it's done. Vern cranks up a beatbox on some frantic-funk model music, and Gabby hits the runway while providing a running self-narration about all the different components to her walk -- for instance, the turn involves a "look left, look right" and then "whip and walk." She's no Twirler Twin, but the girls are rapt. Gabby: "Yes, I'm unbelievable, close your mouths." Nice green satin heels; what are those, four inches tall? And yet...still you are too short for a supposed runway model.