Nice sunset/sunrise shots, including a lovely one of the Statue of Liberty, and then it's the very early morning of flea-market day. "It was way too early," Kwame voice-overs as they get their cab. He says that Assorama, Kristi, and Troy went to set up the "main booth," which is their "Asian-theme booth." When we see them pricing the stuff at the booth, there's clearly something for sale besides the parasols. I don't know what the other little things are, but there are some kind of little round deals. They look like overgrown lipstick cases. Don't know what that's about. Something-or-other gets priced at one for ten dollars and two for seventeen dollars, and if that's for the paper parasols she bought in Chinatown for a buck twenty-five each, it's no wonder nobody wants to buy them. I think that must be something else. Maybe the cases for Angelina Jolie's lipstick. Meanwhile, Jessie and Kwame set up an indoor booth, as he explains that the rain limited their options. He says that he and Jessie tried to make the booth look as nice as possible. Jessie sells something that's definitely not an umbrella to some lady, so they're selling something else as well. Kwame is very happy with their indoor location, and thinks he and Jessie are doing well. She agrees that they made a pretty good profit with the stuff they were selling.
VersaCorp, on the other hand, does not have an indoor booth. They're outside getting rained on. "This rain's gotta stop," says Boyfriend Bill, as if he can do something about it. Amy interviews that although they'd been happy and up the night before, they weren't feeling so hot early in the day, standing around getting rained on. Boyfriend Bill stresses that he thinks they need to be very aggressive in getting rid of the stuff they have. As they show some of the inventory, I have to admit that although shirts decorated with ribbons sounds really cheesy, some of the shirts really aren't bad. They're not the lace-and-fabric-paint horrors that the idea originally suggested when I first heard it. I can certainly imagine buying a shirt like that at a flea market if it were cheap. I mean, probably for someone else. Who I didn't like THAT much. Hey, worst-case scenario, it's something different to put on some morning when you can't tolerate the same solid-colored t-shirts anymore. The rain continues to fall. Amy worries about the fact that they have a lot of inventory they'll have to move in order to be successful.