Inside, Chuck and Olive open their black bags. "For Ned," they agree, and they release a dozen rats. "Oh, I hate rats!" says Olive, creeped out. "Yeah," Chuck agrees. "So do health inspectors." They shake on it, as we see an unfortunate rat fall into the taffy vat where, ewwwwwwwwwwww, he meets the same drowning doom as Billy Balsam apparently earlier met. This goes unnoticed by our sex avengers, who now stride confidence back across the street, delivering the unison warning: "Don't mess with the Pie Hos." Awesome.

Meanwhile, Ned has been nervously cleaning his apartment for hours, still unable to wash away his nervousness over the candy/pie feud. Suddenly, he hears a noise! Leaping to his feet, he readies to defend himself with a...candelabra...against a Balsam attack. But it's only Chuck, dressed like a cat-burglar and extolling the virtues of Olive, and freaking out generally about the feud and specifically about his issues with that whole Chuck's-dead-dad issue that they are going to insist be turned into a big plot point. Anyway, he tries to mumble something about how the truly brave thing in the Balsam situation would be to refrain from engaging. "Well, in that case," Chuck cringes, "Olive and I were cowards tonight...'cause we may have set loose some inappropriate vermin." Ned's face falls, and he heads for the door. "Where're you going?" Chuck asks, nervous. Ned: "To clean up another mess." Aw.