Betty awakens to find her bed floating in grass, which immediately makes me sneeze and curse pollen and tree mold. Birds are chirping, grass is swaying (and needs mowing), trees are blooming. Ahhh-choo. "Where am I?" She asks.

"You're in the most amazing place ever!" Says a voice. So, it's either George Clooney's bedroom or IKEA. It's Henry, sitting on a white carriage with a white horse, all of which is covered in flowers. Betty smiles. Oh, Betty, it didn't work for Princess Di. Henry's wearing an argyle sweater. Oh Henry, doesn't work for Prince Charles. Also, is it me, or did Betty start conditioning her hair and waxing at least the "uni" of her unibrow?

"It's going to be the best birthday of your life," Henry says. Hello foreshadowing? Table for one. Thanks for jinxing it, Henry.

Henry pulls her into the carriage and kisses her, although if he were a really good boyfriend he'd pay someone else to drive the carriage so he can make out with Betty and they can join the Three-Foot-High Club. Suddenly fireworks begin to explode and it's nighttime! And it looks like they just won the Superbowl because they are at Disneyland or at least a dream-like facsimile since Betty probably can't afford the rights to dream of real Disney stuff.

Look how content they look...until the wretched beeping of her real clock. Nice headgear, dork. Didn't look any better on me when I wore it for that year and a half, but at least I pulled my itchy hair out from the band around my neck. Scho Schexy!

Betty wheels a suitcase into the kitchen with a face that has "I had a near-sex-dream last night" written all over it. Papi wishes her happy birthday and methinks he is sporting some new hair. Am I alone here people? Did Papi use "Just for Hombres" on his graying locks? And Hilda is sporting new bangs. Way to go, writer's strike. Everyone looks different.

Don't be sad Papi, the color looks natural.

Justin, in his pubescent Peter Brady voice half-man's a "love the bag, Betty, Louis Vuitton?" Yes, because she makes that kind of money and has all-access to the Mode closet.

Papi made birthday pancakes for her for breakfast before she runs off to the Pocahontas...oh, wait, the Poconos. Betty, if you are going to spend all weekend in a heart-shaped tub dirty dancing with Henry, you'd better carbo-load. But she declines. Decline Papi's pancakes? Has she lost her soul? No - she does want to take the cupcakes with her. Phew.

Justin better refill that glue gun!

Justin presents her with a cell phone, woo-hoo, wait - what? Oh, it's hers. Bedazzled by Justin! Which will probably be the name of his first business. It has a "B" and everything. Betty makes a cat sound with claw action, and Justin begs her never to do that again. Hilda agrees. As do all viewers. Betty leaves and Papi is upset because she forgot the cupcakes. And he apparently forgot that once you leave the house, you still have to walk to the train so there is PLENTY of time to open the door and catch her.

Meanwhile...we hear a knock at the door and Daniel, in the background, says "Just a minute." He opens the door to the fabulously dressed Wilhelmina. He tries to slam the door, but her strength proves too much for him.

"I know we've had our issues," she says.

"You tried to ruin my magazine, destroy my family, marry my father on his deathbed ..."

"Some bigger than others." She is an accomplished woman, you have to give her that! She's come to warn Daniel about Renee. Apparently Renee has a "history" with men. Get in line, sister! Just not behind me.

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