Immediately afterward, White Sue and Black Sue find Coach Beiste cowering in a temporarily disused classroom, and The Sues proceed to berate her for ditching on the children's much-reviled performance. Of course, The Sues immediately shut up when Coach Beiste tearfully admits what really happened to her eye, and again: Dot Marie Jones sells the hell out of it, but as I believe I noted before, I do not need this show to tell me over and over again that Wife Beating Is A Very Bad Thing, so whatever. White Sue offers Coach Beiste refuge, which Coach Beiste accepts, and with that, it's time for...

...one of those whiplash-inducing tonal shifts that stopped working for this show a year and a half ago. You know, if they ever worked for it in the first place. And this one ends up being an incredibly annoying double-shift, so I'm even less inclined to walk you through it all step by step. Long story short, Puck's cleaning some horny middle-aged hausfrau's pool and, after he surprisingly takes a pass on the hausfrau's proffered quickie, someone tiptoes up behind him. "Dad?" Puck bleats, instantly getting all confused and wounded-looking, and we head into this evening's next commercial break wondering how they're going to fuck this subplot up, for Christ's sake.

Music Room. Frankenteen has assembled Lady Lips Von Bieberhausen, The Leprechaun, New Guy With Gross Hair Whose Name I Can't Be Bothered To Look Up, Gaylord Wiener, Dreamboat Blaine, and Artie to run through some poorly-defined yet somewhat amusing plan to ambush Puck at his next pool-cleaning job when Puck himself wanders into the room from points unknown, looking all woebegone and disconsolate. "What's up?" I'm sure the guys wonder. "I just talked to my dad," I'm pretty sure Puck replies.