As Mike and Rudy leave Loser's house, Mike is spouting his big theory that Loser was dumped by his girlfriend and is kidnapping high-school girls to replace her in some demented way. Rudy says they need evidence. Mike's stolen a trophy from Loser's house that they can dust for fingerprints. Rudy's thrilled. Rudy's never heard of "evidence inadmissible in a court of law." Or maybe Rudy saw Cape Fear, and he harbors secret rough trade fantasies about Loser getting out of prison and coming to kick his ass.

Back in the cellar, Sam smashes a chair and uses one of the legs to try to pry off the boards that have been nailed to the window. "Stop being Turbo Girl," says Frosty, and gets all boo hoo about how she doesn't want to die. "Then stop being a jaded teenager and get off your ass and help me," mutters Sam. Sam's got the right idea! Teen Apathy In The Face of Grisly Death by a Serial Killer: Don't Do It. Just then they hear footsteps. The Hooded Predator's gloved hand reaches in through a slot cut into the door and drops in a cabinet key. Frosty and Sam realize it's the key to a wardrobe that's in the cellar with them, and they open one of the doors. The wardrobe is full of formal dresses. "He must want us to put them on," says Frosty. Oh my God, no, he's going to make them be bridesmaids! The dresses are going to be ugly and they're going to have to pay for them with their own money and then they'll never get to wear them for any other occasion! Frosty opens the other side of the wardrobe, and out falls a dead blonde girl in a strapless white dress and elbow gloves, which totally make her arms look, like, so fat, and Frosty and Sam scream and scream and scream.

Then there's a commercial for Maybelline lipstick. Maybelline! Maybe she's born with it! Maybe SHE'S GOING TO DIE IF SHE DOESN'T WEAR IT.

At the police station, Rudy's just found out that none of Loser's fingerprints match those at the crime scene. Mike's like, "So what?" Rudy explains that now they don't have cause to get a warrant to search Loser's house. Mike's like, "Why don't we just break in?" Rudy's like, "No! Oh, okay, but don't get caught." The ACLU collectively sighs and takes some Maalox. The deputy reports that Stan, the football jerk, is a suspect. Remember Stan? From like, the first five minutes of the show? It turns out Stan has an Albuterol inhaler prescription. Remember the inhaler? From the first five minutes of the show? Yeah.