ANY-way, Dashing El Deano and Howie The Ginger-Haired Wonder Weenie commence with the chatter, and from what I can gather while trying desperately not to lapse into a Coma Of Boredom of my very own, The Wonder Weenie's using a little old-fashioned hoodoo to conjure up abused children's worst fears, then setting the various personifications of those fears after the kids' parents. Harried Libby was meant to be Howie's next victim, of course, but Dashing El Deano rips up the wicked little shit's placemat, so I guess Harried Libby will now live to see another day. Another day wherein she wishes she had actually gone through with that abortion, I'm thinking, but that's neither here nor there at the moment, because Howie The Ginger-Haired Wonder Weenie is now confessing to the fact that he's already targeted Darling Sammy for destruction, which anyone who's been paying attention to the episode thus far should have figured out already.
Nevertheless, to confirm The Wonder Weenie's assertion, we now leap across town, where we find Darling Sammy watching as Harried Libby and her wicked little shit make it home safely, after which Darling Sammy disembarks from this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash to find himself staring directly into...the rapidly decaying teeth of Green-Haired Gacy Number One! Darling Sammy goggles and gasps and staggers backwards in abject horror and dismay until he foolishly trips himself up in this evening's next METAL TEETH CHOMP! DUN!
And once more, we return from the break to find ourselves thrust back into the middle of the action from the top of the hour, only this time around, they've stepped things back a few beats so we can rewatch that whole glittery-bullet bit again. Joy.
Meanwhile, back in the subbasement, Dashing El Deano and Howie The Ginger-Haired Wonder Weenie won't stop talking already. Naturally, we must suffer through a recitation of The Wonder Weenie's thwarted hopes and dreams -- intercut, I should add, with recycled footage of Desperate Sammy getting his remarkably healthy ass handed to him by Green-Haired Gacys One And Two -- until Dashing El Deano focuses in on one particular drawing The Wonder Weenie tacked to the subbasement wall: As best as I can make out, it's of a blue-faced preteen lying dead at the bottom of a lake, and Dean correctly surmises that the crayoned corpse represents Howie The Ginger-Haired Wonder Weenie's brother, who drowned thanks to some seriously neglectful parenting. Dean also correctly surmises that the never-named brother's untimely demise so traumatized Howie that The Wonder Weenie never went close to an open body of water again, and with that, Dean snatches the drawing from the wall, wraps it around some nothing of a Plucky's-related tchotchke Howie had been working on, and tosses it into the still-flaming brazier in the center of the room. On cue, the personification of Howie's worst fear -- that would his long-dead brother, of course -- materializes to grasp at The Wonder Weenie's hand, and Howie immediately falls on his knees to drown at his long-dead brother's feet.