Oh, here we go with the obligatory child-abuse case. Oh, whoops, did I ruin it for you? Doug examines a little boy and asks his polished, professional-looking mother, "Why did he do it?" She doesn't know: "He just got his hands on it and he swallowed it." Doug jovially asks Jimmy why he did it, and Jimmy defiantly replies, "Because." "You see?" whines Mrs. Jimmy. "He's impossible." Tracy appears with an x-ray and throws it up on the light box; there's a large key lodged in Jimmy's torso. "There it is, all right," Doug says calmly. "You mean it's in his stomach?" Mrs. Jimmy demands, indicating that she got whatever professional job she holds that requires her to look so professional by sleeping her way up the ladder and not demonstrating much intellectual prowess, since -- as Doug points out -- she did just finish saying that Jimmy had swallowed the key. It's called cause and effect, Mrs. Jimmy. Wake up and sniff it. Mrs. Jimmy adopts various kabuki poses for "annoyance," and moans, "What do I do now?" Doug tells her to check Jimmy's stools: "He'll pass it." Oh, wow. Ow. That's a big key. Like, one of those ones with the big head that they give you to get into your high-rise apartment building. Well, getting that out his butt will teach Jimmy not to swallow non-food items in the future. In fact, it might convince him that a fully liquid diet is the way to go for the rest of his life. Mrs. Jimmy whines, "I mean, how do I get into my house? I'm locked out!" Doug chuckles, "You don't have another key?" She doesn't, and she bitterly tells Doug it's not funny. If that was her only key, why was it just lying around loose for a kid to swallow? Because you know he didn't get it off a key ring by himself. I can barely get keys off my key ring half the time, and I've been rocking my opposable thumbs at least five times as long as little Jimmy here has. Doug apologizes for laughing. Jimmy joins in. Okay, now I see Mrs. Jimmy's point; if that little brat laughed because his stupid little stunt got us locked out of the house and required me to inspect his shit, I'd smack him around a little, too.