One problem: The Monster Chow, egged on by the mouthy and probably-gay uncle, have already returned to the farmhouse to start hauling in their stuff. D'OH! Again! Probably-Gay Uncle, you see, has experience with asbestos, because he's a probably-gay builder. "Saucy!" titters Raoul, who I'm sure is simply indulging in a fond memories of dalliances past and not trying to porn up the episode, right, Raoul? "Hee! You may proceed under that assumption, I'm sure!" Pervert. ANY-way, Probably-Gay Uncle went through the place -- except, presumably, the goddamned motherfucking BASEMENT -- and found no obvious carcinogens, so let's get these boxes in there, okay? Another problem: Just as Sassy Daughter's about to tote a couple of bursting Jansports up to the porch, she spots...The Thing From The Pre-Credits Sequence peering down at her from the second-story window! DUN! Sassy Daughter -- whose complexion is being done approximately zero favors by high-definition television, in case you were wondering -- gasps and wheezes and whatnot before convincing herself she must be mistaken, and she and The Legend Of Billie Jean proceed with the move-in.