Groucho's Self Discovery

Groucho, Arcadia's only first and ladylike neighbor left, has decided to pack up and move on with his feminine, feminine life. I have no intention to standing in the way of his dreams. He assured me he's not leaving just yet, but soon enough.

What kind of dream is he looking to pursue? I have no idea. He enjoys leaving himself unexplained.
Perfect example below.

I saw Pascal.

Clyde continues to spoon-feed me information I really have no interest in hearing.

Was it the fleas that tipped you off?

In the news of harassing the ever-loving piss out of Gloria: all is well. Except for Gloria, obviously. I show no pity.
The thought donned on me that maybe Gloria needs some good old fashioned TLC and affection, that having lived a short span of time in town lingering in utter solitude has just given her the image of a bitter, lonely duck, and I should attempt to soothe her weary soul.
The thought which proceeded was me deciding that I'd much rather whack her with a net for my own satisfaction.
Lobo's taken the side of the rest of town and started showing Gloria some well-deserved hate.

But she caught on right away.

I tried spying on her, but she's onto us.