Out by his locker, the ever-fashionable Kurt tells Mercedes he's "going Kabbalah" just as Mr. Schue drops by to check in on the progress of their superfantabulous multimedia project that we already know is going to be a shot-by-shot recreation of "Vogue" starring Sue Sylvester because stupid FOX released the video a week early and blew the surprise for everyone. FOX sucks. In any event, both Kurt and Mercedes continue to be way stoked, for they've managed to enlist the aid of Artie and The AV Club, and they intend to produce a shot-by-shot recreation of "Vogue" starring Sue Sylvester because stupid FOX released the video a week early and blew the surprise for everyone. "It'll be Madge-ical!" Kurt promises. Shut up, Kurt. And speaking of the star of their shot-by-shot recreation of "Vogue" because stupid FOX released the video a week early and blew the surprise for everyone, here comes Sue now to blare, "I heard a juicy little rumor that your Up With People rejects were doing some Madonna songs. Is that true?" Mr. Schue confirms this, and pays her a compliment by acknowledging he got the terrific idea from her. Sue, naturally, goes ballistic, because she's supposedly been waiting years to pay tribute to Madonna and she will not be copied by anyone, and she would go on with the rant in such fashion, I'm sure, but she just lost her train of thought because Will has "so much margarine" in his hair. Will stands his ground on the actual issue she's yelling about, then too-casually wonders, "By the way, how's the Florence Henderson look working out for you?" "Frozen" rather deliciously amps up in volume on the schoolwide broadcast at this moment as Will follows that slam up with, "Oh, maybe you should try a new setting on your Flowbee. SNAP!" His insults, of course, come nowhere near matching Sue's in creativity, but he's apparently struck a nerve nonetheless, and Sue stands staring in shock in the middle of the hall for a moment before spinning around and exacting her revenge upon the numerous hapless underclassmen milling about. And after body-checking two or three of them into lockers, she vanishes around the far corner screaming, "Who else wants a piece of this, HUH?" Atta girl.
Over in Finn's neck of the woods, Frankenteen steels his resolve, grooms himself by licking his index and pinkie fingers before pushing them up in Y formation across his unruly brows, and heads over to Santana Lopez to confirm their night of V-losing debauchery. Atta boy.