Coach Sylvester's Office. Becky appears at the door, offers Coach Sylvester a few sage words of advice regarding Sue's imminent and perhaps differently-abled offspring and leaves. Well, that was useful. It'll be even more useful when Sue miscarries. Oh, don't look at me like that -- you know they're not taking this ridiculous pregnancy to term. I'm sure it'll all make for a fabulous Emmy reel for Jane Lynch, though. Not that she needs the additional help mind you, but still.
Elsewhere, Skip Day has apparently arrived as Artie and Quinn are just now disembarking from a bus labeled -- and make sure you're sitting down for this -- "FAUROT PARK." As in, the actual Faurot Park that actually exists in actual Lima in actual Ohio! I know! I can't believe it, either! "What are we doing here?" I'm sure Quinn asks and she's not long waiting for the answer to that one, for Artie wastes little time leading her over to a friendly handicapable skate park overflowing with friendly handicapable skate punks. "I don't think I'm ready for this," Quinn eyebrows, looking askance at the various handicapable half-pipes now arrayed somewhere below her temporarily useless feet. "Yeah, you are!" Artie assures her. "Just trust me!" Against her better judgment, Quinn wheels herself to the edge of the friendly handicapable abyss, nervously glances back at Artie for a tender moment of friendly reassurance, launches herself into a sick Double Cork 1080 on her very first go, biffs the complicated maneuver completely because she's a stupid noob and splits her damn fool skull open when she lands head-first on the concrete below. Sucks to be her!
Or not as the case may be; for instead of immediately killing herself, Quinn joins Artie in a rousing rendition of this song by this eclectic collection of hipster fetuses and their subsequent scenes of rollicking handicapable fun are intercut with similar scenes of the rest of the gang hitting the rides at Six Flags Great America and it's all so aggressively obnoxious and tween-oriented that I want to kill myself. The hell I want to watch these morons screaming on a rollercoaster for?