Nighttime. Lynette drives up and finds the P-twins out in front of the house, tossing a football in the full glare of Mrs. McCluskey's anti-intruder lights. Lynette jumps out of the car and immediately starts nagging the boys for playing outside after dark. One of the Ps points out that it's not actually dark, given the stadium lighting. Mrs. McCluskey comes out and calls to Lynette not to worry; she's been watching over the boys: "They keep setting off my motion sensors. I ought to send you half my electric bill." Lynette yells, "You do that!" and then hustles the boys onto the sidewalk and stomps into the house, telling the boys to stay where they are. Once inside, she beckons Mr. Mom Tom over to the window for a prime view of the boys. Tom: "Damn, they must have snuck out again," which clearly isn't what Lynette wanted to hear. Lynette: "Again? How often does this happen?" Tom opens the front door and screams at the boys to come inside, and then says to Lynette, "You know how slippery they are; it's like trying to herd cats." Lynette chastises Tom that it's 9 at night, as Tom scoots the boys upstairs for "pajamas and bed." Tom tells Lynette that the boys are fine, and that she worries too much. Lynette, stridently: "And for good reason!" Tom says that they were right out front, and that when he was a kid, he used to disappear for hours on his bike. Lynette says that these days are different, and that parents need to be more vigilant (this from the woman who left her kids by the side of the road); they need to have eyes in the back of their heads, etc. Tom insists that his two eyes in the front of his head are just fine. Lynette: "Oh really? Where's Penny?" Tom does a comedic scramble, looking left than right, until he spots her lying behind a cushion on the couch. Tom, not at all convincingly: "See? Right where I left her."
Bree's at home, carefully cutting out a coupon for 25% off a Siesta King mattress, when she notices that her face is on the backside of the coupon. A look of panic crosses Bree's face as she turns the page and places the cut-out rectangle back into place. It's an engagement announcement for Bree and George. "Though the date is not yet set," it reads, "their wedding and life together will be both promising and eventful." And: "Bree's children, Andrew and Danielle, are bursting with excitement for the happy couple." And then it says something about how "Bree and George...love of art, music...gardening." The photo appears to have been taken the night of the emotional-blackmail antihistamine sex, or at least Bree's wearing the same turquoise blue satin top in the photo. Bree looks up from the paper, and she is mad, steaming-mad-at-dirt mad.