So, while Divorced Dad takes off in the background, Crazy Mom leads her Evil Child back towards the front porch, wondering why the demonspawn insisted on cutting short the latter's quality time with Divorced Dad while reminding the foul imp of the joint custody arrangement her parents reached as part of the settlement, and I'll not be making the obvious Britney remark, so you'll have to live with the disappointment. "I don't like Dad's Night!" the infernal little troll whines, and no, no Federline jokes, either. Deal. "I don't want Dad to have a night anymore!" The Evil Child insists. Confused and put-upon Crazy Mom's all, "Since when?" "Since she sold her soul to Beelzebub!" shrieks Raoul, and dude! Enough! Bury your eyes in your paws, or something! "I can't help it! Foul creatures! Foul, foul, wicked...things!" Unfortunately for all of us, The Evil Child does nothing to refute Raoul's assertion when she completely loses it right there on the porch and all but screeches, "I hate it there!" "He's mean!" The Evil Child LIES. "And there are monsters there!" she continues to deceive. I mean, I'm pretty sure. Then again, I wouldn't trust one of these overprivileged brats any further than I could toss their massive and hideously overdeveloped senses of entitlement, so I might not be the best judge, but whatever. Crazy Mom, clearly thrown by her evil child's unexpected vehemence, or something, simply allows the wicked beast to wrap her in another will-draining embrace while she herself frets.