Bree does the first sensible thing since she invested in all those oversized housecoats (all the better to conceal your pregnancy with, my dear), and tells Orson about the bag of teeth she
found in Alma's house. I expected this little bon mot to be concealed for weeks and week to finally come up during May Sweeps, perhaps at an important dinner party hosted by the Hodges. It's all for naught however, since all Orson will admit to is finding these teeth "fishy." Yes, that's exactly how I would describe that bag of teeth I found in my ex-wives house: "fishy." Fishy is a bad piece of salmon. Bag of teeth hidden in a floorboard is at least "curious." Orson decides that he'll slip them back into Alma's house, lickity split, and no one will be the wiser. Then Bree can go to the police. This pleases Bree, although it's hard to tell because it's nearly impossible to focus on anything other than Marcia Cross' huge mommy knockers. Once Bree leaves, Orson calls his mother and informs her that he knows what she and Alma are up to. Orson, buddy, I saw the rest of this episode and believe me; you have no idea what they are up to.

It seems that Ian's comatose wife, Jane, has taken a turn for the worse, but Ian isn't really up to date on Jane's malady because he's been out romping with SkeleHatcher. Currently, as part of their little indecent proposal, Ian is introducing Mike to his new lawyer. Ian will let him take the case for one million dollars and a night with his wife. That's the deal. Wait, no. That's' not right. Anyway, Susan flips out because Ian's fancy lawyer might be high profile, but he doesn't believe Mike is innocent. This simply will not do.

Back at Susan's house, she and Ian get into a fight about finding the right lawyer for Mike. Ian flips his lid (or, since he's playing a Brit, I suspect he flipped his tea kettle), about Susan's obsession with Mike. SkeleHatcher can't believe this. She's told Ian millions of times that she loves him, what more can she do? Umm, I don't know, how about, not make Ian spend thousands of dollars finding a lawyer for Mike? Just a thought. Regardless, it becomes quite clear that we're supposed to believe that this lack of trust is more about Ian's issues than the fact that Susan has nicknamed her new vibrator, The Plumber.

At the Scavo's Lynette is trying to get ready for her first day back at work, while her slightly less evil, but doubly annoying son, is trying to convince her not to go back to work. Then Lynette does something pretty wacky, by telling Parker that he has learned his fine art of manipulation from his father. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Tom Scavo is the master manipulator? Please, Lynette. You rule supreme from on High as the Queen of the land Manipulatoria.