And so, late that evening, Rufus and Bobby hook up with Our Intrepid Heroes outside Starlight where, after a few jocular greetings have been exchanged, the four break into the place to perform a little flashlight-fu. Tough-Guy Jazz-Hands abound as the quartet tiptoes past various industrial-sized sinks that are positively encrusted with toxic Lake Erie sludge until they reach the elevator to the second floor, whereupon another round of Tough-Guy Jazz-Hands and flashlight-fu ensues once they rise to the cannery's upper level until they stumble upon...Girl Campbell, who'd been performing a little flashlight-fu of her own! DUN! Well, okay, not really, but this episode is already so hideously dull, I felt the need to inject a little excitement of my own. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" A little excitement that obviously has had absolutely no effect on dear Raoul's Coma Of Boredom. Sigh.
Anyway, wherever Girl Campbell goes, Zombie Grandpa is sure to follow, so the revenant in question of course soon rounds a corner to find himself staring straight into the faces of the grandchildren he'd left for dead way back before the holiday-season hiatus. D'OH! Dreary El Deano, grimly determined to keep that promise he made the last time the two saw each other, stomps past Girl Campbell with his trusty pearl-handled automatic at the ready, and he immediately presses the barrel of the thing against Zombie Grandpa's shiny forehead until Darling Sammy races over to knock Dean's hand off to one side. "I take it you know each other?" Rufus wryly enunciates. The relevant explanations are offered and some exceedingly tense introductions are made, by which I mean everyone yells at each other for a couple of minutes until Bobby orders Sam to hustle Dean the hell out of there, pronto. Sam complies, and we're treated to a bit more yelling from the boys once they've retreated to a nearby corridor, and the gist of the heated argument that follows is this: Dreary El Deano wants to blow a couple of new holes through Zombie Grandpa's spear-bald head because of all that pre-hiatus unpleasantness over at Crowley's asylum, but Darling Sammy counsels patience, as Zombie Grandpa might yet come up with a good explanation for his earlier actions.