Episode Report Card Demian: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT In the Arms of the Phoebeast
By Demian | Season 4 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.24.2002
Or maybe she doesn't say that at all.
Casa Del Sole. The demon of the house taps away at his laptop, surfing a site entitled "www.InfantClothes.biz." It's one of those irritating websites that blares MIDI tunes the entire time you're there, which, if you're like me, is all of three seconds before you click the hell away from the homepage. The tune in this case is a saccharine lullaby, with which The Sole mindlessly hums along as he checks out the merchandise. The disembodied voice of Belinda asks if Phoebe is present. No, Belinda, but could you be a sweetheart and grab a Piels and a frosted mug out of the fridge for my grandmother? Thanks. Belinda squiggles in with her Palm Pilot and confirms that The Sole's heightened security measures have been implemented for that evening's ceremony. She notices the MIDI noise and asks, "What is that dreadful music?" The Sole doofs a bit and quickly switches off the sound on his laptop. "Baby shopping, sir?" Belinda inquires with an arched eyebrow. The Sole confirms this and bluffs that he's merely "keeping up appearances" by pretending to behave "like any normal father-to-be -- for Phoebe." Belinda delicately calls him on this, and asks if she "may speak candidly." She's afraid Phoebe's humanizing effect on The Sole will only increase now that she's pregnant. Belinda leans in to massage the back of his neck with her breasts as she proposes that The Sole allow D'Eartha to "work her dark magic." If D'Eartha transfers the demonic fetus to Belinda's womb, The Sole needn't worry about losing his internal battle against his human half. As a personal bonus, Belinda can then join him down in Hell to reign as his queen. The Sole leaps from the couch, demanding an explanation for Belinda's outrageous presumption. Blah blah destiny blah blah future blah blah kill Phoebe. Oh, wait. I wholeheartedly agree with that last bit. Belinda squiggles out. The Sole smashes his laptop through the coffee table. Grandma turns up the volume on the TV.
The Bay Mirror. Phoebe berates an editor over the phone as the pointy nipples of her braless boobs tap out her advice column on her keyboard. Raige enters to give her the bullet on the coronation. Phoebe agrees to head over to the Manor after she lets The Sole know what's going on. Raige chooses this moment to drop the bomb about meeting Sam at the penthouse last week and rattles out her other suspicions, adding that Pippihontas harbors the same doubts regarding their new brother-in-law. Phoebe glares, then rolls her eyes, then storms out of her office. "Where are you going?" Raige demands. "To prove you wrong," Phoebe mutters. "What about The Power of Three?" Raige asks, realizing she's crossed a line. "Screw The Power of Three," Phoebe snots, and stomps off. Raige's jaw drops to the floor all "no, she didn't!"