So, as Emerson goes against his better judgment, Chuck and Olive don their matching Bad Idea jeans and attempt to make a visit to Ned's father. They're pretty pleased with their idea to stake out the place before bringing Ned there -- they use the genius cover of delivering pie to the house -- in order to determine if his dad is weird or a mess or whatever. The thing is, they don't find his dad. They find a cute young man climbing into a trunk and shutting the lid. Behind him, from another trunk across the room, he emerges to take a bow. Chuck and Olive are amazed and amused. Ah, but then they hear knocking from that first trunk -- it's not one guy doing magic between trunks, it's twins! They are delighted. "I love twins!" Olive says, hilariously, before they remember their mission. Chuck gives the cover story of an older man from this address winning a pie in a raffle. The twins, who introduce themselves as Ralston and Maurice, say that the only older man who lived there was their dad, but he disappeared a while ago and is no longer living there. The girls realize, gleefully, that these are Ned's half-brothers! "You have the same eyebrows as him!" Chuck says. Olive: "They do! They do!" The boys worry that maybe Chuck doesn't quite understand the twin thing -- of course their eyebrows are the same as each other. Mumbling giddy goodbyes, Chuck and Olive leave before giving away any of Ned's secrets without his permission.
Jim Dale is left with the unpleasant task of wrapping up the romantic angle back at the office. "Simone come and gone," he says, causing me to blush, "Emerson felt flushed with a post-coital sense of achievement and renewed powers of memory." In fact, looking over photos from the restaurant, he catches something he had not before: a busboy in pretty much every picture. Moments later, downstairs, he explains to Ned that he finally picked up that something ain't right with this busboy. First, he's wearing a really damn expensive wristwatch. Second, he seems to always be lurking around the poker table. And third, "he's been watching us ever since we came in here." At this point, Chuck arrives, and announces she's been off gambling, for Ned, and has hit a jackpot, though maybe not the kind he'll like. Oh, no, he does not at all like. Emerson drags them both up to follow the scurrying busboy as Ned rants about her discovery. He can't believe she'd go to his dad's house with telling him. She can't believe he as brothers he never told her about. "Half-brothers," Ned corrects her. Chuck: "Two half-brothers which is like one whole one, and anyway, they're family." She tells him that his dad did the same thing to them he had done to him, and that they have his eyebrows. "And," she excitedly adds, "they do parlor magic! So, Maurice, he jumps into one trunk and Ralston..." Ned is astounded. "Maurice and Ralston?!" He snarks that he's glad dear old dad got so creative with his new kids. "Goodbye, 'Ned.' Hello, Mercutio and Ribald!" Genius. Distracted in his search for the busboy, Emerson says that that's what happens in second marriages: people loosen up, drop their baggage and live a little. "I was the baggage!" Ned grouches, and rightly so. Emerson, however, is grouching for a different reason. The busboy lost them in the kitchen. Spying a mysterious red curtain, however, he thinks he's hit the jackpot. He's right, but not in the right way. In fact, the curtain hides Bao's legendary bun steamer. As he fondles it, Chuck continues to goad Ned about his brothers and how he should get to know them, since they're nice people. "I know other nice people my father didn't abandon me for," Ned says, and is about to say more when Emerson backs toward them. The bun steaming pressure cooker is once again about to blow! "Watch out!" Emerson yells as a pipe flies off, slow-mo. He himself only dodges it by inches and only by employing the best B-boy neck glide I've seen outside of America's Best Dance Crew. Y'all please don't try to front like you don't watch that show. You and your So You Think You Can Dance? You're missing out, is all I'm saying.