Booty Camp. Gaylord and Mr. Schue put the pathetically inept Frankenteen through his paces, and Frankenteen trips over his own stupid feet to crash to the auditorium stage, and Frankenteen despairs, and Mr. Schue delivers a pep-talk, and Frankenteen rises to his stupid feet to try it again, and even though FINN STILL SUCKS WITH THE DANCING, everyone applauds when he makes it through the routine without killing himself.
And when it's over, a freshly scrubbed Quinn materializes at the side of the stage. Gone are the nose ring and the pink hair and the tattered clothes and the menthols, and she's back to her wholesome-looking little blonde self. "Can I help you?" Mr. Schue inquires, all oddly stiff and overly formal about it. "I heard this was for people who need a little help with their dance moves," Quinn shyly smiles. "I'm a little rusty," she confesses, "and would it be cool if I joined in?" "Absolutely," Mr. Schue beams. "Welcome back!" Well, that was easy. The other children greet the prodigal's return with open arms, and as she takes her place at Puck's side to begin learning their next routine, he gushes, "I'm proud of you." In an instant, the sweet little smile on Quinn's face vanishes, and she gets all crazy-eyed and intense as she hisses, "I have to get her back, and if that takes dyeing my hair blonde and pretending that I think I'm special, that's something I'm willing to do!" "We're going to get full custody!" Quinn psychotically concludes, and Puck, quite naturally scared shitless by the she-beast from Hell that's suddenly taken over his ex-girlfriend's body, gapes all the way into this evening's final commercial break.