From that interesting and doubtlessly revelatory scene, we go to the decidedly less crucial Freddy-Moana negotiations. Would you mind if I bottom-lined it for you, folks? Good. Freddy wonders why it's taken Moana so long to respond to his offer and speculates that perhaps Moana thinks he's up to no good; Moana allows that this is all a distinct possibility. Freddy also notes that Moana didn't "come in here blazing," which suggests that he didn't come alone and that he's found a new partner/boss. Anyhow, Freddy proposes his buyout offer -- all he wants, really, is to get out of the business -- and tells Moana that he'll deal with him and him alone. And...scene.

Linc, John, and Zack Morris pull up to the Yost house to find a trio of reporters decamped outside. Zack runs over to distract them, doubtlessly with tales of Screech's latest antics, while Linc hustles John inside. Tina pulls up at about the same time -- one of the reporters recognizes her, naturally, since he apparently splits his time between the surfing and porn beats. Zack pretends she's with him and grabs her by the hand. "This ain't the time to break. You're his mother," he says to her in sotto voce. They walk off to throw the reporters off the scent; Tina suggests they go around back and climb over the fence. Lot of people going over that fence these last couple days.

More Moana antics: He's meeting up with his new partner/boss, who, delightfully, is Keone Young. Just as I didn't recognize Con Stapleton without his layer of Dakota schmutz, I nearly don't recognize Mr. Wu without him feeding some poor unfortunate corpse to his hogs. Wu's return is about the only thing interesting going on here -- Moana relays the contents of his conversation with Freddy vis-à-vis the transfer of the drug business and suggests that Wu return to the Aloha State forthwith. Wu agrees, after some portentous warnings. It seems that Freddy will not get iced, at least not today. "Let's go to the parade," Freddy says after Palaka reports that Wu is gone.

We get a shot of Dr. Johnny Fever staring out from the Yosts' clubhouse over toward the Elephant Cage -- "I wonder what Andy Travis is up to right now," he seems to be wondering -- before returning to the interior of the Yost home. Mitch is still bumping against the ceiling of said interior, as Butchie, Shaun, Cissy, John, Linc, Zack Morris, and Tina all watch him float. It's almost like a pharmaceutical company commercial -- "Sudden levitation is a common syndrome among men ages forty-five to sixty; with Floatrex, you no longer have to be embarrassed by your sudden levitation. (Warning: Floatrex may cause dizziness, headaches, abdominal cramping, flu-like symptoms, dropsy, unexplained twitching, and unfortunate skin. Never take Floatrex after midnight and please stay away from water.)" "What do you want here?" Cissy sneers at Tina. "This," Tina replies, and I think she's referring to the communal bonds of family and not necessarily the unexplained levitation. Bill is in the other room, refusing to look in Mitch's direction: "Times Square, New Year's Eve," he mutters. "Only thing missing is the ball. Which could be him in there." Anyhow, Linc is unveiling his plan: Mitch's levitation, Shaun's resurrection from the dead and subsequent disappearance -- it's all a publicity stunt for a Stinkweed promotional campaign. And John? A surf student of Butchie's that Linc has signed. "It lays down cover, Mitch," Linc says, dropping the smarm for a moment, "for whatever's going on, as long as it's going on." Mitch points out that nobody knows about his embarrassing levitation problems, which is true, so long as he anticipates never leaving the house again. Meanwhile, Bill hears talk of a parade and leaps into action -- do you have the right permits? Have you thought through traffic control? "Form up adjacent to the surf shop, and I'll lead you in," Bill orders, leaving the house. I love how he perks up when he realizes he can be helpful. Levitating aging surfers? Very uncomfortable. Traffic control and proper event permitting? This is where Bill shines, daddio!