Episode Report Card Demian: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Many Happy Returns
By Demian | Season 5 | Episode 13 | Aired on 02.01.2003
Down in The Voodoo-Licious Magic Mojo Lounge And Grill, Doc Diddy straps Piper's lipstick to another doll and drops it into the pot.
Up in the Manor kitchen, an urgent Dolt orbs into the kitchen to ask how much longer the summoning potion will take. Piper's reply? "A little bit of snakeskin and a bad rhyme away." Shout-out! Not the best of the episode, but enjoyable nevertheless. The Dolt obliviously babbles on about Doc Diddy's "hex" as Piper's eyes flare an unearthly yellowish-white. She winces in momentary pain, then beelines to the sink and the dirty china therein. "You know, you never can get a dish sanitary enough, can you?" she asks rhetorically before tossing an offending plate into the trash. "Dirty! Dirty! Dirty!" she continues, flinging plate after plate into the garbage. Snerk. The Dolt sputters impotently as Piper spies water spots on the window panes above the sink. She hurls some explosive mojo at the offending stains, blowing the entire frame out into the garden. The Dolt derrs that the wife should maybe keep cleaning while he fetches some help. He orbs away as Piper shoves an entire stack of dinnerware into the trash.
Voodoo-Licious Mojo Lounge. Doc Diddy dips Phoebe's personalized burlap dollie into the pot.
Speaking of persistent stereotypes, hows about a sissy? Well, step right up, kids! The sensitive so-and-so supervising Phoebe's closed-set photo session is so swishy and simpering and sibilant that my television set threatens to burst into flames. Say, didn't Elise promise this would be tasteful? She sure did. Suck it, Elise. The Feebs modestly reclines on a chaise atop a sizzling sand dune as The Sissy, through seventeen layers of sparkly lip gloss, lisps that Phoebe's principled stand against Spencer Ricks should succeed once she sheds several items of clothing. Phoebe demurs, claiming modesty or some such nonsense, like she never once paraded around with gold lamé pasties on her tits. The Sissy shrugs and shouts for some more rolls of film as Phoebe's eyes glow an unearthly yellowish-white. The Dolt scuttles onto the scene to schlep his strangely subdued sister-in-law back to the house. The Sissy notes the presence of unauthorized personnel, and snippily inquires as to the Dolt's credentials. "I'm her brother-in-law!" yelps the Dolt. "Sssssssssss!" hisses The Sissy. "It's a family emergency!" the Dolt pleads. "SSSSSSSSSSS!" "That's okay," insists The Feebs. "I'll stay." She rises to her sandal-shod toes and strips to her scanties. "SSSSSSSSSSS!" sasses The Sissy lasciviously. The saddened Dolt slinks towards the exit as The Sissy's shutter snaps and snaps and snaps some more.