Cut to Lisa's new office. As she enters, Dr. Mastermind gives a little smooth and mellow voice over: "Dance Agnes DeMille said destiny is made known silently." Okaaay. Lisa looks up and every office crony she has is staring at her silently. What, are they pod people now? Lisa makes the announcement that the HAG did NOT in fact call her over the weekend like he had said he would. "He didn't call. I don't care." Good for you, Lisa. As she sits at her desk the nearest crony is all like, "Psst," and holds up two tickets for... a singles dance! Lisa stifles her laughter (but you don't have to) and says she does NOT need to go dancing to get over the HAG. The crony suggests that maybe they just need "to boogie," and makes the appropriate groovy dance-type gestures. Lisa says when she does in fact need to boogie, she will call the crony, but until then, she'll be just fine. And oh, is that the phone? Yes! It's Roger. He needs a favor. Okay, Lisa will do that. Roger is to pick her up at 8 p.m. for the Senator Cragen gala thing. See, who needs singles dances? You've got crooked senator parties to go to!

Dr. Mastermind and A.G. are hanging around on the docks downtown. Waiting for the fleet to come in, perhaps? They're waiting for someone, and here he comes now. It's the General! Oh yes, this all seems above-board and normal. Standing about half an inch away from Dr. M, the General says he needs a favor performed - not for the Pentagon, but "for me personally." Sigh. It seems as though Senator Cragen has in his possession some photographs of The General in a compromising position. "Pictures of a personal matter, showing that I indulge in a lifestyle not fitting to military personnel." Oh my, General! What about this whole don't ask/don't tell thing? Are we not doing that anymore? The General then goes on to say that if Dr. M and A.G. don't help him retrieve the photos, it might hurt them in some kind of roundabout way. Whatever. So, against their better judgement, they agree to help by stealing the photos that are encrypted on a disk locked in a safe, and the General tells them about the "basket-passing social" the Senator is having tonight... "It's perfect! A man that never existed goes to a party and breaks into a safe!" It's too bad the General doesn't have a mustache to twirl, because he could really use one.

At home, Lisa-Mom is modeling a black evening gown for Heather's approval. Heather doesn't like it. "What is that look?" asks Lisa. "It's just too BLACK," says Heather. Lisa rips another gown out, desperate for Heather's approval. Of the brown gown, Heather says, "You want to get noticed, not offered shelter." Hee. Lisa grabs another black gown and Heather just yawns in her face. Heather then goes to the closet herself, shuffles through the hangers until she sees something that makes her smile, and hands it to her mom. It's a red dress. Lisa protests, "Oh no, not that one. I haven't worn that since..." Heather interrupts with, "Since the last time you wanted to be noticed in a crowd?" A sultry saxophone starts up with "It Had to Be You."