Scott and Amy Wynn get jiggy wit' da saw.
Laurie tells Chuckles they're going to hang the fairy paintings from a ribbon. Chuckles can hardly contain his glee.
MPDP is stacking up the painted, upholstered dining-room chairs. After the yellow reveal, I'd more or less forgotten about the twig fabric. The fabric actually looks quite striking on the chairs, if you could just ignore the yellow. They would have looked much better painted black, with that fabric. MPDP loves the fabric. Hildi yammers about a window seat.
Laurie ties the ribbon into a big, sweet bow and lifts the two paintings, which are now hanging horizontally on one ribbon. Frink thinks that this isn't a good idea, because he suspects that the little girls have probably decided that each one of them is represented by one of the fairies (there's a blonde fairy and a black-haired fairy), and now one of them's on top of the other. This wouldn't have occurred to me, personally, but I see his point.
Amy Wynn starts to install the light fixture, assisted by Hildi and her team.
Laurie places thin sheets of cork on plywood, for which Amy Wynn's making a frame. She says that every little girl needs a bulletin board. Given how cheap bulletin boards are, I can't imagine why on earth you'd want to manufacture one, especially with cork so thin you can't push a pin or tack into it anyway. What are they supposed to do, use a sweet, darling little pink hammer?
The light fixture is installed, and they start screwing bulbs in madly. With the fixture on, of course. Frink: "You sure you want to leave that on while you're doing this?" He has a fit if I don't turn off a lamp or light before replacing a burned-out bulb.
Ellen micromanages Chuckles as he applies glue to the back of the cork. She tells him to get it closer to the edge. Chuckles: "Okay." Ellen: "'Okay,' you'll do it, or 'okay,' shut up?"
MPDP walks into the kitchen with her arms full of about nine cartons of eggs, so many that her head is tilted backward, with the top box tucked under her chin. She says she thinks she could be in the circus. Actually, it's pretty easy to imagine her being one of those people who prances around, presenting hoops for animals to jump through and announcing clowns and whatnot. I think she'd like the hoochie costumes, too. Debbie starts placing the cartons on the counter as MPDP asks what they're doing, and whether this is a joke because of what Debbie said about the table looking like an egg yolk. Debbie thinks Hildi's trying to get back at them. They have to hard-boil all of them. MPDP: "This better not be a joke." Why the hell not? It would be in keeping with the theme of the room. Also, how did she miss the opportunity to say "yolk" there instead of "joke"? You're slipping, Mippy.