One person who does have a problem is Vincent, as he has yet to be asked to cater the reception. I wouldn't want him to cater my reception, either. He makes coffee and breakfast and burgers and, occasionally, Namibian delicacies. That's a far cry from the stuffed shrimp, prime rib, and a random chicken dish you see at most weddings. But his pathetic whining gets him a request from Stark to cater the event, and Vincent pretends to be reluctant to accept it. He'll be legitimately reluctant when he finds out that he doesn't actually get paid for the service. Carter is thrilled when Jo gets a call about a possible break-in and practically runs out of the restaurant to take it.
They run into Carol Taylor on their way. I know she's been in at least one other episode before this, but I haven't seen it, so I can't say whether or not it's good to see her again. Sorry! Anyway, she's got a robot dog named Fifi, who has won Eureka's annual robot dog show two years in a row and is going for the threepeat. Carol also has an ill-advised cowboy hat and a cheesy dog brooch. Oh, but here comes Anne Young with her dog, a contender for Fifi's title. Dr. Young has also been on this show before and I haven't seen her episode, either. I should have done some catching up, but I was too busy catching something else: Olympic fever! I just had to watch every minute of my favorite events: badminton, track cycling, and the one where the horse jumps over stuff. The intensity! The passion! I just couldn't tear myself away. Anyway, Carol and Anne face-off and trade barbs about each other's dogs. That comes to a swift conclusion when sparks start flying out of Fifi and her head blows off. Anne isn't very sympathetic, causing Carol to accuse her of sabotaging Fifi. These kinds of things happen at Westminster all the time.
Eve stops by Henry's garage for Part 2 of her Evil Plan. Henry basically hands her an opportunity to set it in motion when he says he's been trying to think of a way to thank her for getting him out of jail. Why, it just so happens that she has an idea, which I'm thinking is why she freed him in the first place.
Jo and Carter pull up to the residence of one Dr. Mandle, who complains that his home lab was broken into by the "dog lunatics" at GD. "They'll do anything to win!" he says. Jo asks what Mandle has in his lab that the dog lunatics would be interested in. "Synthetic mucus," Mandle says. Silence. Then, Carter: "Why?" Mandle probably gets this question a lot, so he immediately and indignantly responds that his "brew" of synthetic mucus can stop any and all airborne pathogens from entering the human body. I'm all for progress and everything, but this seems like a bad idea. If we aren't exposed to germs, then we won't build up our immune systems. And if we don't build up our immune systems, then we all get killed when the European settlers come. Not good. Mandle thinks the dog lunatics want to use his mucus to "create a more realistic dog nose." But the fact is, he doesn't even have much by way of proof that anyone broke into his lab in the first place. There's a broken beaker on the floor. That's it. He says if the wrong beaker had been knocked over then the results would have been catastrophic, with synthetic mucus everywhere. He makes a little mucus volcano to demonstrate this to Jo and Carter, who look like they were happier remaining ignorant. I'd just like to say that Mandle's mucus is green, which is an unhealthy color for mucus. It's also steaming. Yuck. Carter sends Jo and Mandle to the rest of the house to see if anything is missing while he stays behind in the lab for reasons unknown to me. Why would you want to hang out with mucus, except to forward the plot? Mandle warns Carter not to touch anything on his way out. Carter obeys him to the letter, and doesn't even touch the beakers when they start rattling around because of the earthquake. "Oh, that's bad," Carter says, as Mandle's beakers go flying off their holders and crash on the ground. Carter is covered in a mucus explosion.