In a brilliant show of multitasking capabilities, Andy hands the remote to a nosepicker kid and tells him to find some cartoons, while simultaneously ganking the kid's drawing so he can write down the Missing Persons number on it: A bizarre child figure with no hands and kaleidoscope eyes and the amazing, best-thing-of-the-episode caption, "RIDDELIN MAKES SPRINKLES IN MY BRANE." (Possibly there's also a word coming out of the figure's mouth that says "DISFUNKTION" or something similar, also.) This show could be like this all the time.
Anyway, Nancy is as usual freaked out by doctor's offices, and the doctor finally comes into the room; meanwhile Silas is getting beer with his fake ID and Shane offers to buy him some peanuts too, since he's buying, since he's in charge. Altogether it's $20, which of course Shane doesn't have because Silas stole it, and then there's an ugly scene of shame and where's the money and every teenage feeling you can have and finally the beardy running the cart goes, "Look, little dude. Pay for the popcorn, or I will blow this rape whistle. And then punch you." Silas pays the guy, so now Shane owes Silas $20 and Nancy $400, making for a grand total of $420.
If you ever find yourself dealing with Stevie's diapers, the medical professional is here to tell you that "your danger colors" are red and white (yikes and double-yikes), but green's not so terribly bad. Nancy breathes a sigh of relief. However, Stevie's weight isn't so great. Nancy points out he was tiny when he was born under the radar and without a birth certificate, but the doctor says that no, the problem is that his mother is a drug dealer and a terrible mother and that he goes to bed generally sometime between 7 and 10 at night, which is how you make a baby shit green apparently.
The doctor is sympathetic to Nancy's carnivalesque lifestyle -- "I skydive myself, once a year on my birthday" -- and she's like, "What? Yeah, right. Good for you, old man." She's not breastfeeding, check, and as for his mood, well, she would characterize it as vaguely positive. "He's generally alert, responding to your face, smiling?" She tries to remember, gets nothing, more vagueness. Finally the doctor just says they're going to catch Stevie up on his vaccines -- which, how would they know where he falls, for that? -- and prescribe a high-calorie formula so that he won't just wither and die.