This week, Our Intrepid Heroes are forced to take a detour to Black Rock, New York, when a storage company rings Daddy Shut Up"s cell (which El Deano keeps active just in case, don"t you know) to notify them of a possible theft at their worthless bastard of a so-called father"s unit. Turns out two losers -- hired for the job by Bela, an aggravating broker of demonic trinkets -- broke into the place to snatch a voodoo rabbit"s foot worth approximately one million dollars. Why so much? Because it brings whoever touches it unimaginable amounts of good luck. Why did Sucky John have it buried away in a remote storage facility beneath all sorts of protective charms? Because if the person who touches it then proceeds to lose it, that person dies! Dun-dun-DUN!
Naturally, after the boys track down the losers who stole it, Darling Sammy has to go and wrap one of his tremendous mitts around the thing, so when Bela of course slyly finagles it out of his possession, The Ginormotron has no choice but to spend the rest of the episode face-planting into asphalt, losing his shoes, battling unruly air conditioners, setting himself on fire, and getting shot in one of his remarkably broad shoulders, and it is far more amusing than it has any right to be. It"s left to Dean, then, to confront Bela at her tastefully appointed loft in Long Island City, and after he successfully retrieves the cursed foot, Our Dear Boys salt it and burn it, thereby ending its mangy century-long rampage of terror across the face of the planet.
Oh, one more thing: Gordon Walker is back, and he"s rounding up a posse of whackjobs even more batshit than he is to bring Darling Sammy down for good. We"ll just see how well that whole plan works out for him, yes?