You want the good news or the bad news, first? Okay. Good news it is. Amanda (Amy Acker) is back, and George smooches her on the nose. She then disappears, but manages to do so without getting her other booby blasted off, so let's call that a win. I'm wondering about her being up and about so quickly. If this show had been panning out differently, I'd suspect she was a Super of some sort, but it's hard to believe anyone's thought that far ahead. In other good news, Daphne continues to pursue her burgeoning romance with Brett, by pretending she's fluent in Japanese. After a sushi date, during which she orders them live prawns, she 'fesses up that she's a faker. Brett has second thoughts, but might possibly admire her honesty about her dishonesty. It's not how I would have had it play out, but it works well enough. Elsewhere, the Watcher continues to court Katie, in order to get closer to the Powell family, but I like to think he's a little bit smitten with her, too. I know I am. Also, RevCam King shoots the Watcher up with some of his secret serum and gives him some more marching orders. Dun dun dun!
The bad news is the A-plot. JJ's friend Michael Oher does well on his math test, so Professor Dick assumes he cheated and that JJ is involved. So, brain-trust that JJ is, he hacks into the teacher's computer and changes his friend's grade and gets caught red-handed, because even sheer genius can't purge all the stupid from teenaged boys. Jim goes down to the school to argue JJ's case with Professor Dick, but gets nowhere. As Professor Dick drives out of the parking lot, he's blind sided by the...
...B-plot, which is also bad news. There are carjackers lose in town. Regular police have no experience with this highly unusual crime, so it's a good thing there are super-heroes on the case. Yawn.
Back to the A-plot, Jim's super-strength has been waxing and waning. In the end, we learn this is because he's having an allergic reaction to Stephanie's new lip gloss. I know! Try to contain your excitement. So anyhow, when Professor Dick gets creamed in the car crash, Jim can't even free him. When the Professor is rushed to the hospital, the surgeon finds Dick's aorta has been pierced by the huge, honking bar sticking out of his chest. If they remove it, he'll die. Well, he would, if he were harassing any ordinary student. But he's harassing JJ, who knows just the person to operate on his tormentor: dear old Mom. That's right, even though Stephanie hasn't touched a scalpel since medical school, she and JJ (!!!) sneak Professor Dick down to an unused O.R. Using her super-speed and his super-smarts, they successfully save the mean teacher for another day. My eyes rolled so hard during this whole plot, I think I sprained them. If I can't read my pie recipes today, you'll know who to blame.
I'll be back A.S.A.P. with the full weecap. I'm not sure how the holiday will affect publication, so just in case, Happy Thanksgiving! In the meantime, grade the episode up top, and then please join the discussion of this turkey, down in our show thread.
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At the Powell Pad...
Stephanie: Jim, I've farmed the kids out for the night, and now I'm trying way harder to seduce you than I have to.
Jim: Is it my birthday?
Stephanie: Why don't you show me your birthday suit and find out for yourself.
Jim: Up, up, and away!
George: You're up and at 'em pretty quick for someone who had bullet pierce her lung and blow off a booby!
Amanda: If you don't kiss me somewhere a little more interesting than the tip of my nose, I'm going back to Supernatural. Hey, what's all that squawking? Do we have an audience?
George: Don't be ridiculous. NO ONE IS WATCHING. That noise is coming from the radio in my secret lair that I can't tell you about, which is too bad, because it's totally going to torpedo our night, and Jim and Stephanie's, too.
Amanda: Dean, if you're reading this, call me!
Recapper: Mmm. Dean.
Jim: Honey, I can't make love to you after all, because there are carjackers afoot. Or a-wheel, as the case may be.
Your Recapper's Spouse: Shenanigans! No man would leave right then for a CARJACKING. Kidnapped baby? Sure. But a carjacking?!
Recapper: I know, right?
Stephanie: Tell me about it, guys. Seriously, Jim? What exactly do the real cops in this town do again?
Jim: Up, up, and away!
Mean Streets of Metropolis...
The carjacker is speeding right at Jim in the jacked car. Thinking quickly, Jim picks up a dumpster to block the road. BUT THEN, his strength failing him, Jim goes all limp.
Stephanie: I'm glad that didn't happen in bed. I'm already getting a bit of a complex.
The Next Morning at the Powell Pad
Jim: ...And then I don't know. I lost my strength.
George: Performance anxiety?
Stephanie: He was probably anticipating some Georgeous-Interruptus. But I'm not bitter. Jim, I need to draw some of your blood, and I just happen to have a sterile syringe right here, even though I spend my days studying the wonder-plant.
The needle breaks on Jim's iron arms.