We see two boys with guns stalking each other around some flora in someone's yard on Wisteria Lane. One of the boys is wearing a black hat, one white. MAVO (yes, more MAVO): "Good guys where white hats, and bad guys wear black. This is how children distinguish between good and evil." The boys fire their cap guns at each other, and Black Hat falls to the grass, slo-mo style. MAVO: "But they soon learn that bad guys don't always look so bad." Up rolls George in his helmet on his big blue bicycle. The twisted pharmacist smiles and waves at the boys, and the boys smile and wave back. MAVO: "In fact, sometimes they even seem downright friendly. That is...until you get to know them a little bit better." George pulls up at Bree's car just as she's getting in. George pulls a "fancy seeing you here," but Bree totally calls him on it: "Don't lie to me, George, you've been riding up and down this street for the last hour." Didn't The 40-Year-Old Virgin race around on a big-boy bike just like this? And, really, there's something particularly emasculating about that helmet on George -- it's like the second he put it on his penis melted into a Ken nub. Not that I thought he had a penis before! But, well...now he doubly doesn't have one. George tells Bree that riding around on his penis-remover is a last resort, what with Bree refusing to return any of his calls. Bree: "So stalking me is Plan B?" Bree gets in the car and slams the door, and George sweatily pushes his bike over to her open window. George, desperately, weepily: "Bree, I know I messed up, I know I've got some...issues to work on. But I'd be willing to see a therapist if that's what you want, I'll do anything, but how can I show you that I can change if you don't give me a second chance?" Oh, but George did see a therapist, and then he tossed him off an OVERPASS. George, still pleading, tells Bree she knows he's not a bad person. Bree: "I do know that. But I'm just not sure you're a good one, either." Oh, I'm pretty sure George is bad, bad person. Just ask Dr. Goldfine! And with that, Bree peels right on out of there, leaving a deflated-looking George in the middle of the street with his bicycle.