After the teaser, the poor lemur is relegated to the closet. "Stay!" Clark orders him. Chloe shuts the closet door as the little guy is looking up at them with yellow button eyes. "He can just hang tight in there while we figure this out," she says. She thinks for a second, then grabs the bag of chips and tosses it into the closet. Man, there is going to be so much lemur diarrhea in Clark's shoes before the day is over. Clark stares at his rumpled bed. He starts to wonder if he and Chloe did you know what with each other, but Chloe keeps cutting him off. She doesn't even want to consider the possibility that they've consummated their apparent marriage. Also, they're both still fully clothed, so at worst it was a dry hump. Chloe rips off her veil and tosses it at Clark before stomping down the stairs.

Clark follows after her. "What if these are just costumes?" he asks, grasping at straws. Chloe scoffs. "Right, we went to a costume party dressed like the top of a wedding cake?" She adds a "Clark!" said in the tone of "you idiot!" They stop in their tracks when they get a look at the living room. There's a wagon wheel in one corner of the room. Toilet paper streamers decorate the banister. All the pictures are askew on the walls. Other items of note include a toy cactus, whiskey bottles and the big metal "LC" from the LuthorCorp building. Chloe takes it all in and struggles to stay calm. Clark says he has no memory of the night before, which is weird, because alcohol doesn't normally affect him. "Must be more than champagne in these bottles," he says. Chloe grabs the card that's lying next to the ice bucket. "'Congrats, Clark. You deserve a real party. Hugs, Zatanna.'" Apparently, neither of them realized the champagne was a gift from the naughty magician before guzzling it down. Clark realizes Zatanna must have put a spell on it. To what end? If she wanted Clark to cut loose and enjoy himself, she could have just removed the stick that's been lodged up his ass. Chloe snarks about the gift coming with a memory wipe. Clark worries about Oliver and the others. He hears a cell phone ringing and follows the sound past an orange construction barrel to an upright piano. Man. Drunk Clark is fun. He grabs the phone from under the keyboard cover and answers with a panicked "Lois!" Except it's not Lois, but someone calling to tell him they've found his wallet downtown.