First, however, a do-ragged Kurt has something he'd like to share with the club: "I want to audition for the Wicked solo." The other kids -- with the obvious exception of Rachel -- are all, "WOOOOOOO!" but Mr. Schue attempts to shut it all down by noting the song contains a rather prominent high F. Which Idina Menzel did not hit during her Tony performance. Just pointing that out. Kurt confidently assures Mr. Schue that a high F is well within his range, but Mr. Schue flatly states that Rachel's got the female lead in the song covered, and promptly moves on to other pending business, namely the club's disappointing reaction to the news that Artie would have to be chauffeured by his father to Sectionals. "Artie doesn't care," Mercedes rudely insists. "His dad drives him everywhere." "I do care," Artie surprisingly interjects. "It kinda hurt my feelings." "We didn't think you'd take it personally," Rachel counters in a manner most tone deaf. "Well, you're irritating most of the time," Artie shoots back, "but don't take that personally." Artie Abrams for the win, ladies and gentlemen!

Building on Artie's win, Mr. Schue announces in tones that will brook no dissent that they are riding the handicapable bus to Sectionals together, as a team, or they're not going to Sectionals at all. And not only will they pay for that handicapable bus via his earlier-proposed bake sale, but for the next week, each of the other eleven members of the club will be required to spend at least three hours a day in a wheelchair. The McKinley AV Club enters on cue with a set of cheaply purchased second-hand chairs for the group. "Oh!" Mr. Schue adds, as if the thought had temporarily slipped his mind. "We're doing a wheelchair number!" Artie delightedly offers Mr. Schue a round of applause while the other kids slump in their seats, stunned.

After the commercial break, we're treated to a montage of the other kids trying and failing to navigate McKinley High's highways and byways in their second-hand wheelchairs, with Finn taking various careless backpacks, guitar cases, and baseball bats to that already-addled head of his while Rachel ends up with a plate full of cream-of-mushroom pasta surprise in her hair when a fellow student accidentally biffs her cafeteria tray up into her face. Meanwhile, over in the Home Economics lab, Quinn's prepping a tray of cupcakes for the oven when My Glorious Husband enters to kick-start Primary Conundrum Number Six for the evening, for yes, he still carries a torch for Quinn and yes, he'd still like to provide for her and her fetus, to which end he passes her the eighteen dollars remaining from his aboveground pool-cleaning service's profits after he spent the rest on "dip and numchucks." Hee. Quinn, unsurprisingly, is unimpressed with the amount, but she's forced to admit it constitutes eighteen dollars more than she's received from Finn thus far, so this round by default goes to Puck. Quinn continues to be an unpleasant bitch about everything, but as My Glorious Husband could charm the pants off a preacher, he soon has her smiling anyway, and the whole thing devolves into an admittedly cute and playful food fight, with the two cracking eggs over each others' heads and dousing each other with sugar and batter and whatnot until they come thisclose to kissing. Unfortunately for them, Frankenteen chooses this moment to lurch unbidden into the Home Ec. Room. Fortunately for them, Dim Finn seems to buy Quinn's giggly excuse that they're "just baking," and she sets to cleaning up the mess while Puck takes a quick powder to change into clean clothes. Slackjaw mouthbreathes, but that's not important right now, because we have to follow along as the camera knocks us over to...