KimberBree stalks to the salad bar in a daze, right past a fascinated-looking Mrs. Kravitz, who immediately bounds out of her chair to follow and harass her. KimberBree loads Rex's plate -- with lettuce, yes, but also with onions -- as Mrs. Kravitz chatters on about nothing in particular. Finally, KimberBree extricates herself from her nosy neighbor and plops the dressing-covered salad in front of her miserable husband. She explains that the ranch looked suspect, so she got him the honey mustard. He just takes a bite. "Are you going to talk about what we said?" he says, through a mouthful of salad. "If you think I'm going to talk about the dissolution of my marriage in a place where the restaurants are marked 'Chicks' and 'Dudes,' you're out of your mind," KimberBree retorts tartly. Rex soon starts wheezing and asks her what's on his plate. "You put onions in my salad," he chokes out and falls out of the booth, taking the table cloth with him. "No, I didn't," KimberBree gasps after him. "Oh, WAIT," she says, as he clongs to the ground.
House of MAVO. Zack gets out of bed and looks out the window. "The sound that awakened my son was something he'd heard only once before," MAVO says, as Zack heads into the back yard in his pajamas. "Many years ago, when he was quite young. But he recognized it instantly." Why, it's Creepy Paul, digging up the now drained pool. Father and son stare at each other. "It was the sound of a family secret," MAVO finishes. Dum dum dum -- oh, whatever.
Casa Ritalin. Gay Matt comes home to several screaming children and one stressed-out wife, who does, however, seem happy enough to see him. She wasn't expecting him for a week, she chirps. Gay Matt says he got her call and though she sounded "frazzled." He kisses her despite the fact that she's got baby food all over her face. "Mmm, peaches," he says. One of the boys wonders -- loudly -- if Gay Matt brought them presents. Gay Matt pulls out a football, and they all scream like little lunatics. He tells them to go outside right now and practice throwing for twenty full minutes. He passes one to Pasteurized, who squeals. "TOUCHDOWN!" screams Gay Matt. I really love Gay Matt