Sherman approaches Willard's house, where armed guards are posted outside. "What's it gonna be, gentlemen?" he asks, pleasantly. "A simple pat-down, or a full cavity search?" The man shakes his head. "Lou's office is the other side of town," he says. Sherman marvels at how "heavy" this is all getting, then cracks that Bob the Guard shouldn't tuck a cocked pistol into his pants -- well, another one, anyway -- because accidents happen. Okay, thanks for that little PSA.

Inside, Vivian is escorting two Chief Care Bears out of the house, thanking them for visiting. "This family is important to all of us," the man says. "I'm a phone call away." Sherman merrily greets the men. "Nothing like the smell of a wounded animal, huh," he smiles. Perhaps the sharks are circling already. Vivian shuts the door and sighs that Malachi -- one of the chiefs -- is a dark bastard, and flat-out says she thinks he's just casing her house to see how his furniture would fit. Sherman quizzes her, and we learn that Willard is in stable condition and Vivian is numb. Luke scampers downstairs on his way out the door, but Vivian implores him to spend time with his father. He fends off her suggestion, claiming he's got things to do and fangs to bare. "Mom, I'm gonna do it, okay? Just not right now," Luke glares, slamming the door. Sharon's eyelash extensions pout. "He's scared to death," she intones. "Or, I've raised a heartless troglodyte." Yes, well, that would make sense -- like begets like. Sherman shrugs. "Don't look at me," he protests. "I just teach the little buggers, I don't head-shrink 'em."