Episode Report Card M. Giant: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Kiefer to the Rescue! Um, Kiefer?
By M. Giant | Season 4 | Episode 3 | Aired on 01.09.2005
It's dark in DiCK's interrogation room, and he's sitting there wearing a silver eyeshade and headphones, hooked up to boxes on the table. His head's weaving around like he's experiencing his own personal Laser Floyd show. Curtis comes in and removes the headphones. Whatever DiCK's been listening to, it doesn't have a beat, but you can probably dance to it provided you've ingested enough Thorazine. Curtis also takes off the eyeshade and turns the light on. DiCK squints painfully as Curtis turns down the sound box. Curtis asks how long DiCK thinks he's been getting the weeoowee treatment. DiCK thinks it's been about three to four hours. Curtis tells him its been less than thirty minutes, and DiCK starts getting weepy. "Time is the first thing you lose track of," Curtis says, "and it only gets worse." Yes, after Laser Floyd you get Laser Skynyrd. And the floor gets nasty during those shows. Dick complains some more, and maintains that he's told them everything. Curtis isn't impressed. He puts the eyeshade and the headphones back on DiCK's head, turns the weeoowee back up, hits the lights, and leaves DiCK alone with his loud, bouncy freak-out.
9:56:42. At the gas station, there's quite a line for the register. VVH makes a hilarious annoyed face as the guy two places ahead of him in line dumps a fistful of change on the counter. Missed that the first time. Kiefer calls Potato Face to ask where she is on her science project. She says it's going to be a while longer, there's nothing she can do about it, and Kiefer's going to have to find a way to keep VVH at the station for a while.
TerrorTeen looks out the front window of the TerrorHome to see Debbie's car pulling into the driveway. He turns on TerrorMom, who is busy with a flower arrangement at the bottom of the banister. "What did you do?" he demands. TerrorMom explains that she invited Debbie over to talk. TerrorTeen is pissed that TerrorMom sold him out. TerrorMom says that TerrorDad is right, and she goes to answer the door. TerrorTeen wants to know what she said when she called. "I told her that I was concerned about the two of you and that I wanted to help," TerrorMom says, almost looking as though she actually means it. He tries to block her from answering the door. "You know what's at stake," she hisses at him. Yes, so much that she can spend time fucking around with flower arrangements. With a fierce look, she steps around him and lets Debbie in at 9:57:32, pleasantly inviting her to have a seat in the living room while TerrorMom goes to the kitchen to make tea. Debbie says a bunch of stupid, clueless things to TerrorTeen, who responds, "You don't understand. You shouldn't have come." Debbie looks hurt. "Why do you always say things like that?" she whines. Why does he KEEP HAVING TO? God! Debbie flops down on the sofa. TerrorTeen goes and watches his mom busy herself with the tea service. She looks up and freezes for a moment, all, "Now, where did I put the honey spoons?"