So what did our dancers do with all their time off? Watch reality TV and eat inordinate amounts of Trader Joes' ice cream sandwiches like the rest of us/me? Alas, apparently they are a bunch of overachievers with inconceivable amounts of energy as usual, as we learn that in their time off all the dancers met in NYC to promote the show and perform the choreography from "Thriller" for the 25th anniversary. For those that don't know, groups all over the country formed impromptu dance troupes to perform the Thriller choreography. My BFF in NYC formed and led one of them and I am so very proud of her. Go, Mel!

Old people can lead full and meaningful lives just like the rest of us.

We get a clip of their performance at the Tribeca Film Festival and everyone is virtually unrecognizable underneath all the makeup, except for Mochi Ball of course, whose tiny exuberant spasms make her instantly recognizable. And then we go back to La-La for part one of the finale.

Then we get the individual breakdowns of how they spent their time: Mochi Ball went straight back into the Lion King during her break, doing eight shows a week. But more importantly she's in love with a some dude (she refers to him as "beautiful boyfriend") and he has bad facial hair and he's been in love with her (i.e. stalking) her for ten years.

He's kind of looks like the Indian Snoop Dogg so I don't let it creep me out so much.

We also hear the ol' song and dance about how her mom got her into dance at four. She's been so supportive, etc etc. She's been in the business for a long time (since the turn of the 20th century) and deserves to win this, because, unlike everyone else, her victory would be an homage to every dance teacher she's had.

So what's new with everyone else, Mochi Ball asks in the limo from LAX. Well, Cheerleader made a cheerleading video. Go figure. She says it's, like, cheerleading, with like, technique and, like, pom poms. But really it's a cheer video and she's not going to win this. Not even close.

She also has a boyfriend, Simon. They met at "Jamz", so I guess he's not the poor schmuck who had to listen to her bitch and moan about being a fat ass on the Sidekick before the hiatus. I'd like to reiterate again that she will not win this.

I'm with Stupid.

She also wants to win it for all the people that taught her how to chasé and jazz sqaure and what have you. It's like when Marlon Brando accepted the Academy Award on behalf Native Americans, but not.

Mean Gay finally admits that everyone in the finals has something to contribute and is a legitimate dancer. Maybe he watched the show during the break. During his time off, he filmed a show on MTV called "Bust a Ritmo" and I can only imagine how awesome that is going to be. I googled it and it will be airing on MTV Tr3s. I'm sure it's available if anyone wants to recap it.

He also taught at the Edge in Hollywood and back in his hometown of Delano, CA. He tells us that his dad used to make them perform in the driveway and he would record their recitals, and it sounds an awful lot like a dad that was actually supportive, despite his incessant bitching to the contrary. We see Mean Gay's parents who are adorable and infinitely nicer than he is. This piece of fruity fruit feel far from the tree.

Done and done.

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