Bathroom. It's flamingo-themed. Heh. Dean, with his head thrown back, engages in a marathon, sixteen-second-long gargling session while Sam bitchfaces over the bubblegum-flavored toothpaste Dean so obviously purchased for their mutual use. Hee. There follows a bit of business involving an oversized black lace bra Dean supposedly finds amongst Saint Sammy Of The Egregiously Celibate's belongings before Dean at last locates his trusty pearl-handled automatic, which he slides into the back waistband of his jeans so Our Intrepid Heroes can head out to...

...breakfast. Buh? They arm themselves to go to a diner at eight o'clock in the morning? Whatever, freaks. In any event, they enter the greasy spoon just as an old coot named Pickett pays his check, and the two cross behind a twentysomething bum at the counter as the waitress, "Doris," gently reminds this "Cal" person that he can't stay unless he orders something. Cal scrapes together 75 cents, penny by aggravating penny, and eventually orders a coffee. Meanwhile, the boys have taken a booth by the window from which Dean examines the towering specials board and enthuses, "Hey -- Tuesday! Pig 'N A Poke!" Sam hoists his eyebrows into the air at Dean's excessive exuberance and snorts, "You even know what that is?" Dean clearly doesn't, but no matter, for Doris has arrived with pen and pad in hand, so Dean orders the special with a side of bacon -- mmmm, bacon -- and a coffee. Sam opts for coffee and a short stack, and as Doris heads back to the kitchen, Dean suggests they drop their current assignment in favor of hunting down and eradicating Posh Bela once and for all. Sam counters with a couple of snotty remarks before getting to the business at hand: Seems a certain Dexter Hasselback vanished last week while cruising through town on his way to visit "The Broward County Mystery Spot." Dean tosses a skeptical eye at The Mystery Spot's promotional pamphlet just as Doris arrives with their caffeine. Unfortunately, she also arrives with a half-full bottle of hot sauce that she manages to bobble right off her tray, leaving it to shatter and splatter on the floor near Sam's feet. Doris's apologies are profuse, and she bellows for a clean-up just as we...