Wili stalks the forest in a leopard hat and giant red plaid thing, with a big gold necklace, but her prey is Connor, in the cutest hunting vest and hat, and they end up pointing their guns at each other. He offers her the first shot, and she's like, "Aren't you supposed to be 'thinking?'" Then they engage in some single entendres about how being out in the woods and killing things is just like sex, and decide to hunt together as a substitute for the fucking they're obviously going to be doing at some point.
Betty's running around like a tornado girl when Hilda calls asking for all the hats Betty bought during her "ugly hat phase," which Betty remembers more as her "hat phase," and when Hilda explains her plan to create an "underground styling speakeasy," to give her haircuts a "sense of danger," Betty's like, "I don't even have time for your crazy ass, but whatever you're doing don't do it," and Hilda, having located the ugly hats, lets her go.
"I smell pluck!" Marc says, and whirls around. Betty's hustling somewhere and he gets suspicious, so she babbles at him about how they took away everybody's phones at the retreat, so she has to go to Talmadge Hall, except the wait for a town car is 45 minutes, so she's taking the petty cash and calling a cab. Marc gives her a look and says the jig is up: "I underestimated you! I thought it was all about poor homely Betty worrying about the poor homely people of Kansas, but no, no, no, this is about your career!" He says if she averts this disaster she'll come up smelling like a she-ro, and she's like, "I don't care what I smell like!" His eyebrows give an eloquent, "Word." I think about this every week, to be honest, because you know she smells like something. I say off-brand Frito's like at a gas station. Betty Suarez smells like Frito's. He says no way is she going without him, all outshiny, but he'll be damned if they're taking a cab. He says Cliff's out of town, so they can take his car, and Amanda appears out of nowhere with bags packed, screaming "ROADTRIP? SHOTGUN!"
Driving Cliff's cute car upstate, with Amanda's cute little feet out the window and cute little disaster updates on the radio. Betty keeps telling him to drive his boyfriend's car more recklessly, and he fully goes, "Easy-Duzzy, Fuzzy Wuzzy!" He tells her to think of her worry lines, not that anybody would notice behind "that canopy of hair," giving Amanda a cheap laugh. Betty whines about the time crunch, and Marc's like, "Yeah, and constantly tormenting yourself with tornado updates is really helping," which is sort of sweet, and she starts yelling at him about her "process" and he's yelling back to get her big old face out of his face, and finally Amanda screams, "LADIES! Chillax!" Easy Does it, Fuzzy Wuzzy!