The Trumpettes arrive and assess, but since they both inherited their dad’s winning personality, I can’t tell what they’re thinking.
Good job, Dave — we mean, Plan B.
The Trumpettes look slightly more impressed with Team Power’s setup, but it may be because Brande’s boobs were in their face the whole time. The executives also check things out on both teams but don’t give away any preferences. Of course, Omagrosa insists that they were blown away by “her idea” (but it could have been her turquoise-studded belt wrapped around her t-shirt), so she thinks Team Power wins. Let’s find out!
In the boardroom, there are three male Trumps facing the teams and even though I’m only watching The Don and The Trumpettes on TV, my estrogen levels dropped about 500%. I can only imagine that Claudia Jordan’s legs must be more tightly crossed than they ever were on The Price Is Right. After the requisite plane/dick measuring conversation between Trump and
himself his sons/Dennis, we move on to the meat of it. Pardon the pun.
It takes a special comb to feather that hair into a faux combover. Farrah Fawcett, take note.
Hilarious irony in the boardroom: Dee believes that Plan B’s photo experience was better because they used celebrity, which his experience on Celebrity Apprentice taught him that The Don ALWAYS wants his contestants to use in their tasks. Jon pipes up that Dennis’s on-the-spot question to the executives answers this very question, and they told Team Power that Universal Orlando does NOT use celebrities in marketing because they want the characters to be the celebrities.
Do we win by default?
After a short, stupid discussion about The Don’s hair and whether he should cut it (the suck ups give him a resounding “No”), I have time to reflect on how perfect the Flowbee would be in this situation.
The answer to The Don’s problems
Team Power did win, of course, since Plan B’s exhibit lost any fun it had once the real celebrities left the park and only the cutouts remained. On the other hand, “Omarosa’s idea” was just as strong without the celebrity tour leaders, so they win. Omarosa CRIES! Sure, they’re tears of blood and poison, but she really cries (it’s because she won the money for Michael Clarke Duncan’s charity, but still …). Universal’s throwing in another $20K on top of The Don’s $20,000, so she did make a good piece of money. Totally worth crocodile tears, but no one in the room is buying it except Feather Real Hair (that would be his Indian name).
Omarosa looks up from her squeal sobbing, and I think I may turn to stone. I’d rather watch Sarah McLachlan ask me to save mutts than watch this lady cry fake tears. Go eat some finger foods in the victory room and pipe down, O!
I think I might fake cry, too, but my processor does not support emotional expression. Brande, show me your boobs.