Evan and Randi follow that up with hip-hop, and I'm not holding my breath on this one. Let's hope they prove me wrong. Happily, Tabitha and Napoleon are choreographing the piece. Tabby tells them they're a young couple who just found out they're knocked up. Randi has a good laugh at that one. Because unplanned pregnancies are a real knee-slapper. Napoleon notes the intricate choreography, and Randi says this routine has the potential for disaster. At least she's self-aware. "Halo" by Beyoncé. Argyle hoodie by Evan. Oh, jeez... it's like kids from Stagedoor Manor are doing hip-hop. Lots of smiiiiiiiles! Are the moves there? Yes. Is there anything beyond that? Decidedly not. I heart these two, but the flashy tricks at the end don't even divert attention from the awkwardness. Especially when Randi shoves her crotch in Evan's face at the end. I know it's not fair, but I can't help imagining how amazing this routine would be if Joshua and Katee had done it. Sigh... I still have occasional palpitations over "No Air."