The Lullaby League welcomes you to Munchkinland.
It’s down to the final four, and sadly, it’s not college basketball and it’s not April. Too bad. Bad Hula Munchkins doesn’t nearly have the same ring as fighting mascots.
Before we start, two things need to be mentioned before we continue: there is a double elimination (Jay was wearing a scissor shirt to commemorate the occasion, so it must be true)
and
. Too bad we couldn’t eliminate Shoket twice and have the Lullaby League battle it out in a four-for-all.
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It’s Local Dance Time, where usually average-sized models learn a dance that’s applicable to the country they are visiting, such as flamenco or salsa. This time it’s the odd combination of hip-hop dance and hula, probably chosen because it was easy for the Munchkins.
However, “easy” for most people translates to “hard” for our Munchkins, and the Lullaby League stumbles through their dances in the challenge.
Laura wins this challenge and gets five days in a Maui Four Seasons with Jennifer, probably given to her because of the lack of known designers and a fashion week in Maui. Oh, well, we all can’t model in Amsterdam Fashion Week, can we?
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This week’s photo shoot was held on a beach. It was supposedly inspired by Pele, but I’m skeptical since Pele lives on a volcanic crater on Kauai. It looks like a warm-weather variation of Britain’s Next Top Model’s Nordic Queens shoot. If anything, the Lullaby League should’ve been bathing in lava and standing in volcanic ash to mimic the goddess, even if our Munchkins died in the process.
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Nicole comes out top with the most decent of a bad crop of photos and Laura, wearing her grandmother’s attempts at making couture (it’s like watching a bad singer making final auditions on American Idol)
joins her in the final two because, per Tyra, Laura looked like Rachel Hunter in the photo, and Tyra likes girls that look like models the fashion industry no longer uses as clothes hangers for their fashions.
Jennifer and the Least Favorite Munchkin of the Now, Erin, went to a hotel to prepare to become decoys the home audience knows about for the finally. (Not a typo.)
