Standing in front of another booth, Logan strikes up a conversation with one of the attendants, a pretty blonde who looks about fifteen, despite the fact that the actress is twenty. And given that, I am shocked to learn she has never appeared on The WB. Logan tries his hand at using a hammer to catapult a fake frog into a bowl of water. Seeing him set the frog up poorly, the girl speculates that he doesn't take physics. Logan: "I have a tattoo of Newton's Second Law right on my heart." It would be a lot more fitting if it were the Second Law of Thermodynamics. Entropy, thy name is Echolls. Logan fails miserably on his first two tries, and then challenges the girl -- whose name we'll learn is Hannah -- to do better. Hannah accepts, but when she swings the hammer down, she appears to catch Logan's finger. She hysterically apologizes, but it turns out that Logan was just faking: "I can't believe you fell for that!" Well, if I were her, I'd be hysterical too, thinking of the lynch mob that would be after me if I hurt a hair on Logan's precious head. (Ooh, bad episode for that expression.) Anyway, Logan tries again, and succeeds this time. He picks a pink bunny, introduces himself to Hannah, and then gives her his prize with a mumbled comment about breaking his heart. He leaves, Hannah and her friends squeal, and many of the posters eye-roll themselves into a nice synchronous orbit.

Veronica sits down on a bench with Weevil and his niece, who's named Ophelia. I'd make a comment, but after recently seeing poor Yorick's skull playing the part of a banana peel, I've gotten all I'm likely to need out of Hamlet, at least for the foreseeable future. Veronica pretends to admire Ophelia's Powerpuff Girls backpack, and I like to think she wasn't completely pretending. Nonetheless, Weevil sharply says that it doesn't have a metal box in it, and adds that with the metal detectors being moved around, it's pretty obvious what's going on. He instructs Veronica to go ahead and inspect the bag, and when Veronica complies, she finds nothing untoward. Weevil: "Your case must really suck if your prime suspect is a six-year-old." Veronica leaves, not bothering to point out that if we're talking emotional age, just about every suspect around here is likely to be a six-year-old. On a good day.