In the bathroom, the kids dragged their father in, looking greatly disappointed in their father for what he did.

"A kids' pageant?! Are you kidding me?" Lori said, sternly.

"I didn't know it was a kids' pageant." Lynn Sr. shouted, annoyed. "The guy didn't make that clear. Now I'm lumped in with a diddler. What am I gonna do?"

Luna groaned, "This is a mess."

Lola shrugged as he said, "Well, I don't know what the big deal is. You know, I do pageants all the time."

Lisa then said, "The big deal? The big deal is that mothers force their kids into this so that they can dress them up like dolls and parade them around like sex objects. It's creepy."

Lola then said, "Mom didn't force me into it. I entered them myself."

"Right, that's true. It's just that she worked at it. She would to go to tanning, and you know, she practiced with her makeup. I'll give you that- you did a lot of that practicing." Lynn Sr. said.

"We know," Lana said, annoyed.

"Lana!" Lola said, scoldingly. "You've got to change your thinking about child pageants. Think about it. In other countries, okay, women that can't show their ankles, right? They got to be in those big, black tarps or whatever."

"Point is?" Luan asks, not liking where this is going.

"In America, we can show toddlers in tiny bikinis, we can make them tan, because that's our right. As Americans, okay. Child pageantry is an essential part of the American fabric. You know what? We should dress up our little kids just to show other people that we can." Lola said.

"That doesn't help at all, Lola!" Lynn Sr. sobbed. "It's only making things worse. I'm surprised Chris Hansen isn't even here yet!"

"This is about freedom, isn't it?" Lola asks, curiously.

"No!" Leni said, annoyed. "Wait, is it?"

Later that day, the parents of the contestents are settling down as Lynn, who still had his nose broken, but it's not bleeding anymore, approach everyone, making the chatter die out.

"Thank you. Thank you. Good. Thank... Calm down, everybody. Calm down. Calm down. Thanks for coming to Frank's Little Beauties. I want to thank you all for participating. I know some of you may have heard about that other guy. I am not gonna diddle your kids. I'm not like that. That's not my thing. I met that guy in a..." Lynn Sr. said, nervously. Lori, at that moment, stepped in, stopping Lynn Sr. from getting himself into trouble.

"What dad is trying to say, is that your kids are in good hands. Go ahead and talk amongst yourselves!" Lori said, confidently. "Could you excuse us?"

Lori angrily dragged her father to another part of the restaurant as she snapped, "Dad, this isn't good, your nose is literally bleeding all over the place."

Curious, Lynn Sr. asks, "Do I look suspicious?"

"You look like something Pop Pop would give Luan when he dies." Lori said, insultingly. "Go clean up!"

Then, as Lynn Sr. walked into his office, he noticed Luna had her music buddies working on music for the pageant.

"Luna, why are your friends here?!" Lynn Sr. shouted, annoyed beyond belief.

"I figured you needed music for your show, pops." Luna said, shrugging.

"Really?" Lynn Sr. said, worried.

Sam replied, "We shouldn't be looking at this pageant as a problem. We should be looking at this as an opportunity to do something we've never done before. Hey, I'm thinking maybe we could actually be in this thing?"

"I'm glad you said it, because I'm desperate to be in this thing. I didn't realize it was even a conversation. I always assumed we would be heavily involved." Luna said, reassuringly.

"Just as long as you write a song about how we do not diddle kids." Lynn Sr. pleaded, desperately. Then he sung, " Do not diddle kids It's no good diddling kids. "

"There is no quicker way for people to think that you are diddling kids than by writing a song about it." Luna said, disgusted.

"You gotta write a song!" Lynn Sr. pleaded, he then continued, " I wouldn't do it with anybody Younger than my daughter And no little kids. Got to be big Older than my wife Older than my daughter. Something like that."

Sam and Luna were needlessly, to say, creeped out by that idea as Sam said, "Don't write a song about that!"

"No!" Luna said, cringing.

"I'm cloudy. I got a headache." Lynn Sr. said, panting as he looked stressed. But he knows it's only a matter of time before Rita finds out about this whole thing.