It is 6 a.m.. Denny Crane comes staggering up the sidewalk in his sailor suit after a big night on the town singing, "In A Little Red Barn, Down on the Farm, in Indiana-a-a-a-a" when all of a sudden a chair comes through the front window and out into the yard. He peeps in the door and sees the biggest rukus! Bottles are flying across the room, someone is laying beside the door unconscience with his two front teeth knocked out. One guy is on his hands and knees looking for the piece of his ear that was bitten off. One is sitting on the couch, holding a bloody towel over his nose as he tilts his head back to keep from bleeding. Someone is riding another hooligan around on his back while he has him in a headlock and two fingers up his nose. The one being riden has his rider tightly by the groin and won't let go even though he is being spurred in the haunches like a cow pony. So, Denny Crane quietly closes the door and tip toes back down the side walk in the hopes that his girlfriend will wear that kinky, low cut dress with the high heeled shoes again real soon like she did last night. Or was that his sister? Oh well, when you have the Mad Cow Disease, does it really matter?....................Denny Crane