Alas, that positive mojo evaporates the instant the Jane Addams girls take to the stage, for International Recording Artist Eve And Her Scraggedy-Ass Blonde Wig acquiesced to Sue Sylvester's nefarious plan, and her girls are now bringing the audience to its collective feet with a rousing rendition of "And I Am Telling You" that comes complete with a healthy amount of Jane Addams's signature booty-shaking. D'OH! Mercedes, absolutely crushed, stares at the travesty before her with mouth agape while Rachel, increasingly desperate to maintain her group's flagging and flailing spirits, fumbles around and manages to come up with a weak "It's a very popular song!" by way of attempted consolation, but Mercedes is having none of it, and buries her face in her hands. And then, just to add insult to injury, the reform school jailbait follows its opening number up with their own version of "Proud Mary (In Wheelchairs)" that, if anything, is even more enthusiastically received by the Sectionals audience than the Dreamgirls number was. Our increasingly sullen protagonists glower at the song-stealing hussies on the stage as Sue Sylvester's insistent, incessant drum-line theme marches onto the soundtrack to trample all over whatever else we might be hearing at the moment until...

...Emma, once more in the lobby, hyperventilates, "We've got a problem!" into her cell phone. "They're doing all of our numbers," she breathlessly continues, "and the kids are completely freaking out -- Artie keeps ramming himself into the wall, and I'm pretty sure Jacob Ben Israel just wet himself!" And in the far blurry background of the shot? Artie ramming himself into the wall. Repeatedly. HA! "I knew it!" Will seethes from the other end of the line. "Sue leaked the set list!" We know, pompadour. Keep it moving. "These kids need a leader right now!" Emma pleads, but it's not like Will and his mattress-molesting self can do anything about it, though he does urge her to hold tight while he tries to wrest a solution to this latest problem of theirs from the depths of his funky-fresh new jack swing ass.