Cut to Saint Blonde's bedroom. It doesn't really look like the den of iniquity the Neptune kids seem to think it should be, but maybe they feel Saint Blonde is really pure in her sluttiness, and therefore has a strict rule about copulating only in cars. Saint Blonde says that at first, her dad wanted to kill whoever posted the test results, but then he searched her room, and found these sexy letters she got from some guy she met on vacation in Spain. Well, if the teenage guys in Neptune regularly face competition from continental European men, I can see why they might be bitter. I don't think Henri is the great shakes the girls are making him out to be, but compared to Ugly Owen Wilson, he's hotter than the sun. Toss in the experience factor, and you wonder why any girl would pick being a clumsy high-school boy's training ground. Anyway, Saint Blonde says she was too upset to go to school, and adds that she doesn't know how Veronica does it. For ten bucks, I know where you can find out. Thank you! Veronica asks what she means. Saint Blonde: "The way people talk about you! Does it bother you, the things they say?" Veronica says no, and that you have to get tough and get even: "And you are going to school tomorrow, and you're not taking crap from anyone." Veronica would make a great motivational speaker. She probably wouldn't even need the stun gun, but then again, it never hurts to be prepared.
The Fennels return home and immediately smell gas. Wallace rushes in to turn it off, which seems risky, but understandable. Less understandable is the way the three of them casually hang out on the porch afterward, like the gas that already leaked into the air is no threat. Coco thinks now they have something to go to the police with. Why couldn't they have gone before, when they actually caught the guy in the house? As I said before, Coco, you look great, but I'm starting to see where Wallace gets his brains.