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Ain't No Way: Aretha Franklin
"Equals to 20,00, but if we're talking about the trip to Nationals, that's...$5,000 each." I look at the board and then sit down next to Finn.
"Correct, V." Mister Shue writes on the board. "We need $5,000 to pay for our trip to nationals in New York."
"What happened to the money that we got from the Cheerios?" Quinn asks.
He sighs. "I guess Sue was hiding it in offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands and we're having some trouble accessing some of it. Any of it." He turns and grabs something off the piano. "This is saltwater taffy."
"I love salt water." Brittany smiles.
"Me too. It helps fight infections and sore throat." I nod and we high five.
"When I was a student here, we paid for our entire trip to Nationals selling this." Mister Shue tosses the taffy to Finn and he catches it. "Classroom to classroom, door to door." He tosses a piece to Mike. "We pushed this stuff like crack." He throws up a piece and swiftly catches it with one hand. "And so will we."
"So to make $5,000 at 25 cents apiece, we need to sell 20,000 pieces of taffy." I nod to the board. "Thank you, baby." I take half of the taffy from Finn, then eating it.
"Yes, V."
"Wait. Do you honestly think that we can sell 20,000 anythings?" Santana questions. "We won Regionals for the first time since dinosaurs roamed the planet, and I still got a freakin' cherry Icee facial."
"Yeah, Santana's right." Quinn agrees. "Nobody cares about us."
"I can't listen to this." Mike gets up.
"Mike, are you okay?" Mister Shue asks.
"No. You guys complain all the time about being mistreated, but you have no idea what it's like to work your butt off for something and have everyone, even your friends, ignore you."
"I'm so trying to remember his name right now." Lauren whispers to Puck and I get up, joining Artie, Tina and Brittany.
"Vi, Artie, Tina, Brittany and I are on the Brainiacs."
Finn looks at me. "Since when?"
"Isn't that the Academic Decathlon team?" Rachel suggests.
Brandon furrows his eyebrows. "We have one of those?"
"Yes, we do. And the five of us went on the Smarty Pants Show and beat Carmel High to go to the Academic Decathlon finals in Detroit next week." Artie replies.
