Missy meets a cash-toting stranger on her front porch and happily lives to tell the tale (for once, Stuart and Amy are on the ESSSHthaccct ShhhhAme Payyge). Missy's Ambien-induced shopping takes a heartwarming turn. And Amy slathers her soul in liquid butter. It's binge-listening at it's finest, Dear Listener, with plenty of innuendo, intrigue and closed circuit TV footage to keep things interesting. Chuckles and love, sweet peeps.