DUM DUM DUM... The Day continues... ;)

CH. 3
Kitty gasped in delight as Frank pried open one of the paint cans, revealing a gallon of pastel pink paint. It was just the color she had wanted, the color of untainted, original flavor bubble gum. She hopped around in delight as Frank relayed his plans.
"I see a chair rail going around the room, on three of the walls. I see pink and white stripes above the chair rail, and a solid pink block beneath it. I see a new dresser," Frank stated, flipping his hand towards the onyx and red dresser that had pentagrams carved into it, "with much more class and taste, to help bring out the natural wood color. I see a new bed, as well as a mural the wall over there."
Kitty's eyes became huge and watery as she envisioned the new room, while Kurt stared out the window at the day he was missing, Rogue looked bored, and Jean continued to list off activities that were forbidden for her to do.
"... and I won't do anything that requires me to put my hands in normal water, it makes my hands dry and rough, and I definitely won't work with anything electric, heated, dirty, or sweaty," Jean finished as she smoothed her designer, expensive pants. "That's about it! Now, what can I do to help?"
"You can paint the walls," Frank stated as he continued showing and telling Kitty his plans.
"To messy."
"You can tape stripes."
"The adhesive will remove my nail polish."
"What nail polish?" Rogue asked. "You just have a French manicure! There's no nail polish there!"
"Hello, the sealant! What do you think keeps my cuticles from growing massive, keeps my nails shiny, and keeps my hands in perfect condition?"
"Hand Lotion?" Kurt interjected, "like that expensive stuff you buy from Bath and Body Works?"
"That's my low end moisturizer. I only get that for emergency use, when there is nothing else to use. I really use..."
"ENOUGH!" Frank yelled. "Is it against your beliefs to go bring some design plans to Ty for me?"
"No, I can do that, as long as I don't have to mess with the tools," Jean replied, smiling brilliantly.
Paige walked in, a bottled storm, looking very positive.
"I brought you your Trading Spaces smocks!" She smiled. "We forgot to give them to you earlier. Here is yours, Rogue, and yours, Kurt. Kitty, you get this one, and that leaves this for Jean."
Paige handed Jean one of the one-size-fits-all shirts with the Trading Spaces logo emblazoned on the back. Jean looked down at it, and handed it back.
"Orange isn't my color. It totally contrasts with my hair," Jean said in a nonchalant, snobbish manner.
"Come on, Jean! It's, like, a TRADING SPACES smock!" Kitty cried. "Everyone on the show has to, like, wear one!"
"You can wear it, Kitty, because it's obvious you have no sense of color coordination or make up skills," Jean replied. "And neither do you, Paige."
Paige glared at Jean, throwing the shirt back at her. "I'm sorry we don't have nay fancy, imported, French shirts for you Jean..." It dawned on Paige what Jean had said about her. "How DARE you say such a thing to me?!? Do you KNOW who I am? I am PIAGE DAVIS! I am the STAR of Trading Spaces! I was on BROADWAY, thank you. Who are you? Some prissy, self- absorbed, freakish BITCH who doesn't know Avon from Wal-mart make up, because let me tell you something, Jean. You obviously bought cheap, low quality shit."
Kurt sighed as he watched the two women scream at each other.
"$10 that Paige wins," Rogue whispered. Kurt sighed. It was going to be a long day. %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$
"... BLACK VINYL," Hilda laughed as she pushed the hidden massive roll out into the middle of the floor, "and FAKE FUR!" She pulled the cheap fur out from under the bed. "And to top it all off, we will be adding..."
Hilda waved her hand to Ty. Paige had left to check up on the other team. Ty kicked over Paige's box, and dumped his onto the ground. Thousands of different pairs of bras and panties fell upon the perfect floor.
"LINGERIE!" Hilda danced around the massive pile of women's under- things. Todd dropped Jean's clothes and ran over to the pyramid of women's clothing, preparing to dive in.
"STOP!" Hilda screamed, her mood shifting dramatically. "Do not touch these or I shall skin you alive and dissect you like sophomores dissect frogs in Biology!" Todd stopped, his eyes wide.
"That was below the belt, yo!" He muttered as he returned to the articles of Jean's he had discarded.
The room had already been cleared; it was a blank slate for Hilda to impress her vision upon.
"We are going to have Ty here make us a small stage for that corner. We are going to have long, sexy, shiny steel poles around the room. I bought massive amounts of red and black silk to make sheets out of, as well as some other items to accentuate this new brothel. What do ya think?"
Lance looked up into Hilda's eyes. "Jean is going to have a royal fit when she sees it."
"Perfect."