The bumper back into the show is Frank walking along the street in Goofball Gulch, wearing a pair of butterfly wings over his cowboy vest. Not sure what that's about at all. Back on the show, Frank explains his art project to MPDP. I can't figure out what the hell he's talking about at all, and I think MPDP's only doing marginally better than I am. Something about freehanding something or other. The usual Frankitude.

Doug's outside with Chris, explaining how they're making a rug by attaching a canvas dropcloth with spray adhesive to the back of a large rectangle of red wool. Frink thinks that's pretty smart. I think it's going to be too thin and bunchy.

MPDP starts painting on some white paper with gold paint. Frank tells her it doesn't have to be a perfect line. Has Frank ever expected a perfect line? No reason to start now.

Chris does the "this project must be very economical" thing with Doug. Doug says that the wool was about $6 dollars a yard and they're only using two yards, and dropcloths are cheap. He thinks the whole project cost less than $24.

As MPDP and Frank continue with their artmaking efforts, MPDP warns Frank that he might have to use his emergency fund for carpentry: "'Cause you're never seeing Ty over here."

Ty, Chris, and Doug struggle to position the wall.

Back to MPDP, who's telling Frank with exasperation, "Well, you know, they're building a friggin' wall!" Ha! Frink laughs and says, "That's excellent." Never heard her say that before. Even Frank looks mildly alarmed and asks if it's the Great Wall of China. She complains that "he" (Doug? Ty?) won't be serious with her, so she doesn't know if it's going smoothly or not. I guess MPDP's inherent sense of fairness (Libra, don't you know) is always troubled when one designer hogs the carpenter.

Ty continues assembling the wall. Doug asks if it's okay to "pop this line." I don't know what he's referring to. Ty: "I'm going to pop somebody really soon." Doug dissolves into giggles.

Frank and Jody are in Sewing World. They joke about having bumper stickers that read, "I'd rather be sewing." I thought Frank's would read, "I'd rather be painting decorative flourishes." Frank shows Jody the cushion fabrics.

Stacey recommends removing the ceiling fan; it seems barely to clear this new wall, and is also centred above it, which looks stupid and probably wouldn't be very efficient. Doug: "You said it, baby!" Frink: "Are you insane? Do you know what city you live in?" I shush him. I want the ceiling fan eighty-sixed.