I have a crowd of relatives and friends at my house of dreams. They are in every room. I walk into the kitchen and discover that someone has tried to bake a cherry pie in the microwave and the tin pan has melted through the bottom of the oven. I conclude that my friend Mary is responsible, so I go looking for her. Another visitor confesses to the blunder. I catch him as he is trying to go out the door. As I prepare to get him to buy a new oven for me, he slips out and rushes to an airplane that will take him to Europe.