The Frumpy Fairy Godmother sees Trinity. The beginnings of her smile turn into a look of abject horror. The leech is forcefully yanked from his forehead and fed to the chickens. Before they can get to it, Franken-Bird gobbles it up.
"There. That's better."
Meanwhile, upstairs, the doc, who had been left to his own devices since he'd been standing there like a statue, took a look at Scattered Thumbs. His fingers were not inserted anywhere.