Outside, Stan is retrieving his paper when Philip rolls by in his car, Henry in the passenger seat. Some small talk is exchanged about early-morning hours (Stan's been working since 5 AM) and cuts on faces (Philip lies that it was a shaving incident). Everybody's very genial, but Stan gives a Look of Significance at Philip's car as he drives off.

Inside, Elizabeth scrubs incriminating evidence out of the upholstery in the trunk. Hey, international spies anticipating some degree of wetwork in their operations: consider floor mats. Paige interrupts her, asking to go to the drug store... probably for nylons or some other sign of Western indulgence.

Across the street, Stan and Mrs. Stan discuss the Jenningses. Stan likes Philip. Something's a little off about him, sure, but he likes him. Mrs. Stan picks up on the "a little off" caveat and teases him about how she also felt strange about the condo president and the mailman, who she suspects are a drug-dealer and a pimp, respectively. He laughs it off, but she assures him: he's back in the regular world now. "You're now surrounded by the most normal, boring people in the world." She says. Not everybody is worthy of his suspicion. Oh, she's probably cheating on him.

Speaking of those normal, boring people, one of them decided to put on a ridiculous wig and march on down to Statutory Ray's house in order to wreck some anonymous shit and put the fear of God into him about all that teen-sexing he's been doing. This wig, you guys. I halfway expect him to also be wearing a fake scar on his face like Bart Simpson in Shelbyville. (Philip: "But how can I extend this macho streak I'm on without Statutory Ray recognizing me?" Milhouse: "You leave that to the Baron and me!") There's also a mustache involved. He looks like a roadie for Styx. Meanwhile, rather than linger on the beatdown that Phil's delivering, I should note that while I dumped on the show earlier for making Statutory Ray a one-dimensional cartoon villain, we now see that Ray is toasting his hot-dog buns on the grill, so at least there's some non-evil part of him. Anyway, Philip kicks ass, Ray comes at him with a grill fork, which turns out to be a terrible idea since Philip only uses that against him. And his crotch. And finally his hand, which Roadie Phil forks to the picnic table. "No more little girls," Philip warns, in an accent that is either supposed to be New Jersey or Vladivostok or else he'll be back to stick that fork in his heart.