Cops bitching at each other about how "no questions asked" doesn't work in this case because they will ask questions, such as "why did you steal a baby," and it's at least funnier than the other conversation they had. They drive down the Gallagher street, where Kev is nearly about to take his dick out in front of Casey, because he doesn't notice Veronica dealing with him, and they puzzle over the strange baby for just one second before Tony and the partner start talking about the missing blonde two year old, and that's when Kev's "fucking Gallagher" whine finally gets funny.

More Frank topics: Walmart, Dukakis, peanut butter and jelly in one jar -- which comes off oddly racist -- a time when policemen were respected and young men wanted to fight for their country, a time when you could "go vote twice for Mayor Daley down at the 11th Ward," liberal pricks, our Muslim President, his questionable provenance. It's obnoxious, but the business is pretty awesome: Sheila's baking cupcakes and muffins by the ton and handing them out the window to Frank, who then gives them out to the throng of random people crowding the incident location, and who are all trying to ignore him.

Debbie's like, "What? He was crying for his mom, nobody cared, so I took him." As though Fiona is being ridiculous. Fiona's like, "The eff is wrong with you?" Lip does a great job trying to get to the heart of the matter: Where was the kid when she grabbed him exactly, how did she get him out of the yard, why was she wandering the streets with her fixed-up stroller. Kev and Veronica come running over with the baby in a laundry basket -- just bashing on the door to get in -- and Fiona's awesome: "Yeah, he's stolen."

They send Deb and Casey upstairs to have a meeting and Kev suggests that maybe Debbie is fucked up because her mom bailed and Frank's a big drunk. Yes, you have nailed it. But Veronica makes this WTF face and he's like, "Oh what, I'm an asshole now? She's the one who stole a baby!" Lip points out that she planned the whole thing, obviously it was not a spur-of-the-moment, impulse-buy kidnapping, and Steve drops this bomb: "Debbie's still a little kid. Worst thing that happens is she gets some help..." Uh-oh.

All of the Gallagher kids at once turn into their Dad, hissin' and spittin' and codependin': "Help? What kind of help? She stole a baby, she's not crazy she just sort of accidentally took a kid!" Steve's like, "She lures children with candy? Talking cure, dudes." But no: Gallaghers do not do therapy.