The next morning, Mrs. McCluskey happens by and notices Bree sprawled face-down on her front lawn. Oh my. Mrs. McCluskey leans down and tries to wake her up, but Bree only lets out a little snore. Mrs. McCluskey leans back in disgust -- Bree, it seems, is a little whiff-y -- and then she goes up to the door and rings the bell. Andrew comes to the door, still wearing his little sleeping boxers and tee. He takes in the sight of his mother and just chuckles. Mrs. McCluskey: "You don't seem terribly shocked." Andrew: "Oh, it's just that Mom...drinks, and sometimes she sleeps it off in the weirdest places." And just think, Bree was worried about what the neighbors might think about Andrew kissing a boy on the front stoop. Turns out her front lawn had oceans more embarrassment in store for her. Mrs. McC offers to help, but Andrew shoos her away, saying he knows "how to take care of her." And indeed he does! One blast of the sprinklers, and Bree is up and at 'em!
Lynette answers the door. It's Mrs. McC! She sure does get around in this episode. Unbeknownst to Lynette, Tom has asked Mrs. McC to come over and babysit because Tom and Lynette both have to work all weekend. Lynette excuses herself and pulls Tom into the laundry room. Immediately, Lynette starts in about how Mrs. McC is too old to babysit. Tom: "Shh! This is a thin door!" Lynette, lowering her voice only barely: "It's not so long ago that she keeled over in our front lawn. A day with our kids will finish the job!" Tom babbles about how the babysitting load isn't so bad, considering that "Parker's on a play date": all Mrs. McC needs to worry about are the two monster twins and baby Penny! Lynette stares at him like he's just told her not to worry. That sound? That's just the laughing of the blood-soaked clowns. "'Just the twins and Penny'?" Lynette repeats sarcastically. After a few beats of Tom's patented "hold please...I'm waiting for...something unpleasant...to sink in" look, he concedes, "Okay, that was stupid." Tom tries another tack: he points out that since they have to be at work in an hour, they're basically stuck. But Lynette still thinks there's a way: "We will find someone -- someone who doesn't remember what they were doing the day Lincoln was shot." Tom gives in, and they break up their little conference and return to the kitchen. Tom immediately passes the buck to Lynette: she's going to break the bad news to Mrs. McC. After glaring after Tom's swiftly retreating form, Lynette turns to Mrs. McC and spins some lame excuse about a "miscommunication": really, the Scavos don't need Mrs. McC to babysit after all. Mrs. McC, somewhat crabbily: "Fine, I'll just go back home. By the way, your husband was right. It's a thin door." Mrs. McC leaves and Lynette sighs and hangs her head. That Lynette! Such a multitasker! Who else could manage to look a gift horse in the mouth, hurt a neighbor's feelings, and screw herself into a sitter-less corner, all in one, fell swoop?