The next day, in a desperate attempt to make peace with his nephew, Dr. Scott called Eddie to tell him some important information.
"Hello?" Eddie barked into the house phone.
"Hello, Eddie," Dr. Scott began. "There's something very important I need to tell you-about your father."
At this, Eddie perked up. He had always wondered about his father, but the only information his mother had given him was "He's tall. Quite dark. He abandoned us before I had you." At this, she would refuse to discuss the matter anymore.
"Well, Eddie, I happen to know his name. He vas called Richard Weber, and died a couple of years ago, having been reduced to nothing but a street hobo. Eddie-you are an orphan."
Eddie was quite a bit happier, having finally known more about his roots. However, his rebellious nature overpowered his good side, and he still kept his job of delivering drugs.
Riff-Raff sat in the castle, depressed at having gone at least a week without drugs. They were plentiful on Transsexual, but Frank had neglected to bring any with him on his mission to Earth.
"Don't despair, dear brother," Magenta told him in her thick Transylvanian accent, having heard of his dilemma. "I have been studying the Earth newspapers, and there are plenty of ads to get some "candy" delivered. That's just to disguise themselves from the authorities. The "candy" really is what you seek." And at this, she thrust a Pennysaver in his lap.
Riff-Raff studied the newspaper, trying to find an ad that appealed to him. At last, he found an ad that seemed to be promising, and immediately called the number on the bottom of the ad.
"Who are you calling?!?" Frank asked, shocked at attempting to let an Earthling know about their whereabouts.
"Edward Von Scott, master…" Riff-Raff told his employer. "He is the candyman, delivering some "candy" to us."
"Von Scott?" Frank began, startled. "No… No, it couldn't be…"
And Frank stormed off to his private quarters.
"Hello, is this Edward Von Scott? I'd like to place an order…" Riff-Raff spoke into the telephone.
Eddie rode his motorcycle through the dark, stormy night. Noting that the strange residence was near his uncle's house, he quietly got off his bike and knocked on the door of the stone castle, carrying his saxophone. (His sax was one of the only very valuable things he owned: his mother had made him play music since he was five. It was either leave it at home, risking the theft of a $5000 instrument, or carry it. So he carried it)
"Hello…" Riff-Raff answered, slowly opening the stone door.
"Er, hello, is this Mr. Furter's residence? I got an order here to deliver some… candy."
"Yesss, this is the place. Please, come in." Riff-Raff said, beckoning Eddie inside the large chamber. Eddie entered, nervous onto whether this was the smart thing to do. He almost turned around to run away and never come back, but was stopped when he saw a young woman his age in a sparkling outfit…