Landing Strip! Landing Strip! Let the record show that I will never again be so happy to be at a strip club. So Tami and Julie are planning out Julie's upcoming college visits. ...No, come on, totally not. This is Riggins time! The brothers are trying to solve their money woes, since Riggins Rigs isn't the cash cow they thought it'd be. It's quite the brain trust, as you'd imagine. The one thing they settle on is that they cannot get rid of Kit-Kat, as Tim says, "He's the face of Riggins Rigs." Billy: "I love that cow." In what I really hope is not a purposeful transition, we next get Hannah, one of Mindy's stripper pals from way back. She and the other girls want to throw Mindy a shower. Well, kind of a shower/fundraiser type thing. The girls dance ("and whatnot"), the guys pay admission ("and whatnot"), Mindy and Billy wind up with their hospital bills paid and the body-glitterest bassinet you ever did see. One of the many reasons I love Hannah -- more than her bad Sally Bowles wig and more than her pink satin kimono -- is that she keeps saying "whatnot" like she just learned the word. Anyway, the guys know a good idea when it falls into their laps, they just don't know where they'd host the thing. I guess the owner of the Landing Strip is generous enough to lend his women out for the night but not generous enough to have it at his place. Tim suggests they have it at Riggins Rigs, a suggestion to which Billy reacts like Tim just invented a new law of thermodynamics. Billy's enthusiasm amuses me.