Moments later, Olive arrives at Chez Aunts. "Pie time!" she calls, walking in like she owns the place. Vivian is only too happy to see her. "The second sweetest treat of my day," she says. Olive is amazed. "Something sweeter than a Pie Hole pie?" Vivian says yes -- the first sweetest was an unexpected visit from a gentleman caller, none other than Dwight. "Oh, lovely lady of the Hole," the man in question says, rising to meet Olive. Lady of the Hole is... rather a tragic moniker, don't you think? Anyway, Dwight does some fancy talking about taking Vivian for a bucolic picnic in the park, and squires her away while Olive and Lily look on with skepticism. "I don't trust that man farther than I can spit," Lily snarks. "And I can spit." That means the opposite of what she's really saying... which is that she can't trust him. It's very funny, but if she can spit pretty far, trusting him any distance close to that would be a significant amount. Just sayin'. "Look at the way he drapes himself all over her," Lily goes on, watching the happy couple through the window. "Uggh. Makes me want to stick a fork in my eye. I need a drink." Olive: "You're holding one." Lily: "I need a stronger one. And a fork."

Meanwhile, back above the pork buns, Emerson is considering a new case. A loud-talking attorney (made so after so many courtroom battles) named Daniel has come to plead for justice in the death of his beloved and only client, the aged Gustav. He believes Gustav's young, leeching wife ruined his life and will ruin his legacy. "I smell a big ol' 'but...' headed in my direction," Emerson says, and he's right. Seems Gustav was also robbed the night he died. "It happens when you have a fortune like his," the lawyer says. Emerson is suddenly interested. "What kind of fortune we talkin' about?" he asks. Lawyer, totes deadpan: "The kind built on your tight balls." COME ON. Emerson's eyebrows hilariously shoot up, but the lawyer was merely referring to the automatic yarn-balling contraption featured in Emerson's office -- said machine was invented by none other than the Gustav in question. You want the facts? Jimmy D tells us that Gustav's mechanized baller (haaa!) not only made it possible for legions of grandmothers to more easily make unwanted gifts (heeee!), it also made him rich. However, before Gustav could make one penny more, someone arranged for his permanent retirement. A burglar broke into his home and fired a gun at the ceiling, causing a chandelier to fall upon the millionaire and kill him.