...a beige-toned flashback to The Suckage Of Christmas Past! It's Christmas Eve, 1991, in Broken Bow, Nebraska, and Wee Sam turns his attention from Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer on the ancient motel TV long enough to finish wrapping a present for his worthless (and absent) bastard of a so-called father in some old newspaper. Over at the window, where he'd been watching the falling snow covering the motel's empty parking lot, Wee Dean hurls an angry glance over his shoulder and demands of Wee Sam, "Where'd you get the money? You steal it?" "No," Wee Sam wee bitchfaces, "Uncle Bobby gave it to me to give to him." He adds, "Said it was real special." And now that we've gotten that preliminary bit out of the way, I suppose I should note they managed to snag the same Wee Dean from "Something Wicked" for this evening's presentation, but they've had to replace Alex Ferris with this Colin Ford person, and as much as I loathe children on the TV, I've got to admit that this little kid has Sam's massive bitchface down. In any event, Wee Dean snarks something unpleasant and flops down on the vermin-infested sofa to flip through Hot Rod magazine while Wee Sam starts asking questions, and if we're supposed to know Wee Dean wants Wee Sam to be a kid just for a little while longer via the way he's answering those questions, then the wee actor playing him sucks, because Wee Dean couldn't be more of a snot-nosed, pain-in-the-ass punk here if he tried. And as this scene's not one of my favorites this evening, let's speed through it to note the nice bits of continuity they're giving us with Wee Sam's insistent questions regarding their mother, their worthless bastard of a so-called father's current whereabouts, and why they have to move around so much, because when Wee Dean finally ups and pitches a screaming hissy before stomping out of the room, I want to punch him in the neck. Left completely alone on Christmas Eve, Little Orphan Sammy deploys The Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes Of My Hideously Neglectful Family Blows Both Goats And Dead Baby Seals for the audience's benefit until we...