Ned is, naturally, nervous about this whole thing. "Who's the worry-wart?" Jerry finally asks. Randy introduces Ned as the owner of the place. "The pie maker?!" Jerry and Buster sing in unison. They shove Randy unceremoniously to the side, and embrace Ned, "the baker man who's gonna marry our little girl!" Olive goes green. "Uh, guys..." she whispers, but finally gives up and merely wilts to the floor behind the counter. Randy Mann is as shocked to hear that the object of his desire is betrothed. Ned, himself flummoxed, tries in vain to come up with the right thing to say, and finally Olive pops back up, seemingly ready to face the music. Looking at her sad face, though, Ned realizes how many hearts he's about to break, and keeps up the ruse, saying that yes, he and Olive love each other very much. Aw. So sweet. "Once again," Jim Dale says, as full of emotion as he can muster, "Olive's dream came true... just not quite how she intended."

Meanwhile, in front of Dicker's Department Store, a crowd has gathered to pay respects to the lost store employee, Erin Embry. I'd love to just skip this whole dead gal of the week plot and get back to Olive and Ned, but... whenever I want to skip or gloss over something? That's when they give Emerson the best lines. Damn you, show.

As they look upon the representative death scene in the window, Chuck and Emerson run down the facts they learned from Olive and Ned about the ordeal with Jerry and Buster. Chuck had gotten the general gist on the whole scene from Olive, but Emerson now gives her the full picture. "Little peewee bother to mention that she told Papa #1 and Papa #2 that she told them yo' man ain't yo' man, he's hers?" he asks. Chuck, disturbed, says no, she didn't. Emerson offers some sage advice: "Loanin' PieBoyfriend to your bestie who's in love with him in order to pull the wool over FakePapas' peepers is the kind of idea that gives a bad idea the will to live." Chi McBride, I'm already married, but... will you marry me? Chuck says this new Olive twist peeves her, and she can't Avenge when she's peeved. Emerson: "You are no good to me focusin' on yo' ladypeeves." But Chuck can't help it. Now Ned and Olive are on a romantic run to the border, and not the kind you take at 2 a.m. when you need some tacos. Not that I ever did that 10,000 times to the Taco Bell on McFarland Blvd. in Tuscaloosa, Alabama or anything. Anyway, Chuck rouses herself from her peeve and gets over it. "Actually, I don't even know why I'm upset," she says, shaking it off. "It's just for one day. I'm being ridiculous." Emerson can't help pointing out that a lot can happen in one day, but he swiftly moves on. "So! Is this the final repose of Erin Embry?" he asks, turning back to the window. Chuck says that's her theory. "Nice hustle, Avenger," he tells her and says it appears the talented Erin was more than just an annoying department store perfume spritzer. Indeed, a dapper gentleman on the sidewalk tells them. Erin was in fact a window dresser. She and her partner, Coco Juniper, created true art within the confines of the Dicker's window frame, although it was common knowledge Erin was the more talented of the two. Yes, the guy goes on, Erin could do things with a mannequin Coco could never do. Finally noticing the crowd around him, Emerson bluntly asks: "Who the hell are you people?" The talky onlooker says they are devotees of Erin's, and to a lesser extent, Coco's, window work. Chuck and Emerson discuss whether or not these devotees with their memorial flowers and teddy bears seem overly devoted. (It has never occurred to me before to ask, but... why on Earth do people leave teddy bears at memorials?)