Episode Report Card Sara M: F | 2 USERS: F YOU GRADE IT I Dream of Weenie
By Sara M | Season 8 | Episode 18 | Aired on 02.29.2004
Kevin asks Lucy what her problem is; if she didn't want pizza for dinner, she should have said something. He's willing to eat whatever she wants. Lucy says that she'll just sneak into the house and steal some dinner from her parents. Kevin nixes the idea, saying that Annie wanted them to have dinner together, and away from the rest of the family. Lucy says that's just because Annie doesn't want Lucy to ask her about Charles. Kevin says he thinks maybe it's because Lucy's parents are sick of them always hanging around. Lucy refuses to believe this very reasonable notion, then asks if Kevin and Annie are conspiring to keep Lucy out of the CamPound.
Ruthie enters Martin's room without knocking and asks if he's sure he doesn't want to eat with the rest of the family. Martin says he's busy sending an email to his dad. Since when can the Camdens afford to have individual computers with internet hook-ups in their bedrooms? Ruthie asks if the email is about her mother, because the whole world revolves around the Camdens. Ruthie then asks Martin if Annie is "scaring" him. Well, duh. That's like asking if the sun is going to rise tomorrow morning. Martin says he doesn't get Annie being so happy, and he doesn't know how to act around her. Ruthie doesn't think Annie really is happy, Martin says she's sure doing a good job of faking it, then, and that he's been in a really good mood lately himself. Ruthie says she has too.
Asslee's having a pizza with her parents. Both of them. I was starting to think that her mother didn't exist. The subject of dinnertime conversation is, of course, Annie and how damn happy she is. Asslee says that she didn't want to say anything, but she's been feeling really great lately. You can tell because her head is even bobblier than usual. Maybe she's happy about her newest hairstyle, which makes her transformation into Jem and the Holograms nearly complete. Seriously, though, what the hell is going on with Asslee's unevenly-chopped bangs? They look like what happened to my hair the time my grandmother left four-year-old me alone in a room with a pair of scissors.
Peter, Vic, and Paris are having dinner together too, and also talking about Annie's dead dad and her resulting good mood. Guess what? They've all been feeling "strangely happy" lately too. "Something's going on. And I like it!" says Vic, taking a huge bite out of his sandwich. Well, that settles it. Annie definitely threw some X into the Glenoak reservoir.
Ruthie asks RevCam what the deal is with them having take-out for the third night this week. RevCam says he guesses that Annie wanted time off from cooking. You know, because her dad just died, Ruthie, you little troll. Also, RevCam? Why don't you cook a damn meal once in a while? Ruthie asks where Annie is. RevCam says she's outside looking for something. "Not Grandpa, I hope," Ruthie says. "No, we finally got to bury his corpse last week, remember?" RevCam says. Actually, he just gives Ruthie a look. Ruthie says Annie is acting like they never lost him. Yeah, Ruthie, whereas your expressionless face after finding out he was dead last week conveyed a huge sense of loss. Annie runs in the house, squealing that she "found it!!!!!" It turns out that she was looking for two bottles of "bubbling apple cider" that she bought at the market earlier and left in the car. Then she pulls one of her most horrid clownfaces ever, and I turn to stone. Ruthie asks what they're celebrating. "Life, family, us, everybody, everything!" Ruthie walks to her mark in front of Annie so that she can be enveloped by her mother's ample bosom. Everything about this episode sickens me. "I ordered finger food so we could eat it with our hands, WON'T THAT BE FUN????" Annie shrieks. But...they're having Chinese food. Did they order a gallon of crab rangoons or something? Ruthie says she's been begging Annie to order finger food "for years." Huh? "I know, and now I did it!" Annie says, shaking Ruthie in a belated attempt to induce shaken-baby syndrome. Munchausen's-by-proxy makes mothers happy, too!