Dr. Freeze comes home to practice yelling at her son, telling him again to stay away from her animals. He extemporizes that he's meeting someone at the diner. A girl, in point of fact. Her shock causes a total fake-smile effect. Lesley Ann Warren sure is pretty. Wolf Girl climbs out of hiding in the Secret Lab, shoots up all the junk, and does a rad vertical leap like Nicholson in Wolf to escape this House of Freeze horror. Dr. Freeze asks where Cryin' Ryan met his new girlfriend. Check it out:
Marilyn: The sideshow outside of town. She's one of the oddities. The Wolf Girl.
Dr. Freeze: You're dating an oddity?
Me: He is an oddity, babe. Also, give me one reason he would tell you that. Is he totally dumb?
Dr. Freeze: Ugly people should not be put on display for other people to stare at. They should be allowed to stay at home.
I crack up at this while she gives her son the 411 on all manner of subjects, like "the private fantasy world I live in where one day my son will be normal and have normal relationships," "more posse newsflash," "don't touch the animals," and "don't go back to the Freak Show."
"Deb's Dinette" is hopping, its retro stylings (it's 1950) at odds with what sounds suspiciously like the Flaming Lips coming out of the jukebox (it's 1998). Wolf Girl sits across from Marilyn and is just so proud of herself that it's pathetic, telling him she shot up the whole thing, all the junk, the stuff, the dope, the 'roids. One of the identical waitresses of Deb's hands Marilyn a menu, and he wigs on how Wolf Girl needs a menu too, plus a placemat, and some other stuff -- I don't know, he's irritating. Wolf Girl's like, "I know you're a total freak, but I've been a professional freak for a long time and come on, pace yourself, you have to pick your battles."
She orders two cheeseburgers for them, because while eggs have faces, cows do not. Maybe she is into the Zone, or is in training for something. Or maybe they're just throwing a bone to my anabolic steroid theory. Marilyn asks for some personal information, underscoring his obsessive creepiness, and Wolf Girl points out that she is somewhat defined by her appearance. But hey, now that you mention it, last summer FrankenCurry told her a nightmarish story about her beginnings, informed somewhat by the voice of the omniscient narrator, which she will now share.
Years ago in Romania, Wolf Dad got mad at Wolf Mom for having a Wolf Kid, rather than just a Romanian kid, threatening her with all manner of familial dysfunction for bearing canine offspring. In agreement with all this were the neighbors, who'd decided that Wolf Girl was sent straight from the Devil's own cabbage patch. Marilyn does not believe this to be true, but I'll let it stand for now as one of a number of hypotheses. There's a long story about Romanians who are not sexy, and it all ends in FrankenCurry getting a special Wolf Child of his very own.