Oh, wait: according to the boards, "the first 'Baby' was an Amazon, and the new 'Baby' looks like a rose-breasted cockatoo." So Alma got a new bird and named it Baby too? Or maybe this bird's first name isn't really Baby. Maybe it's Janet? Or Miss Jackson, if you're nasty? In which case this bird situation is just another straw in the nuttiness haystack that is breaking Alma's proverbial camel's back. A mover suddenly appears, and stops his schlepping long enough to ask if it's really possible to teach birds to say something; Alma readily confirms it: "In fact, I think they're smarter than people." Bree rings the door bell, and Alma finishes her expositing by pointedly saying, "Some people, that is." Cold! But the second she opens the door, she's all sunbeams and kitten tongues: she chirps and flaps Bree inside and offers her fresh lemonade. Bree cuts right to it: what's it going to take to get Alma off Wisteria Lane? Alma pretends to be surprised by the question. Bree: "Oh, please -- Orson made it perfectly clear we don't want you here." But Alma expertly lies that Orson did no such thing; he simply came over earlier to welcome her to the neighborhood. Bree's conviction is clearly shaken. And after the many accusations and police visits, is it any wonder that she's primed and ready to doubt Orson? Alma slickly pretends to have "said too much," and then conveniently wanders off to help the movers do something or another to an end table. The second she's gone, Baby II delivers the line Alma trained him/her/it to say: "Don't tell Bree." I guess Alma is hoping Bree will extrapolate that the bird overhead Orson and Alma plotting something. Bree seems to get the message loud and clear: she drops her lemonade, and the glass shatters. Stunned, she grabs some paper towels off the counter, and then she sees a broom hanging up in the pantry. As she walks over to grab it, her heel gets stuck in a hole in the floor. She leans down to set herself free and discovers a hiding spot underneath the floorboards. Inside: a photo of Monique and Orson and a bag full of bloody teeth. Bree grabs the teeth, returns the board to its hole, closes the pantry door, and then stands there, panting. When Alma returns moments later, Bree stutters something about her broken glass, and then heads for the door. Alma stops her to say, "I understand why you might feel a little threatened by my moving in here." Bree stands there at the door, cowering. Alma goes on: "But in time you'll see I'm perfectly harmless." Yeah, right.