We've gotten this far into the episode before bringing up The Kid Who May Go Home This Week, so it's overdue. This time it's nine-year-old Cody, who is alone in his bunkhouse, tearfully reading a letter he got from his girlfriend two days before he left for Bonanza City. Wait, I need a ruling on this -- "girlfriend"? Dude, when I was nine, girls were still icky. ["Excuse me, we were not. You were icky." -- Miss Alli] "I liked her since third grade," he tells us. As we contemplate the longevity of this enduring love that has lasted through the months, he decides to head over to the soda saloon and drown his sorrows in root beer. He gets his bottle to go, and he's still nursing it as he walks down the street with Campbell, looking like he just got a Dear John letter. Campbell suppresses his snickers and suggests a way for Cody to get the girl off his mind: "Going to look at cows is fun." Thank God I'm not fratty enough to make the obvious joke here. So they head out to the herd, where an unexpected sight greets them: some of those "cows" have pretty big horns on them. This is where the show really drives home the fact that despite being about the same age, being on the Yellow team, and sharing similar names, Cody and Colton are not the same person. Because unlike Colton, Cody and Campbell wisely decide that right here is just about as close to the steers and/or bulls as they care to get. "Let's go over here, Cody," Campbell suggests. Wise.

It's time to get a meal together, and naturally, the only member of the Yellow team in the kitchen is Zach. Oops, hang on, there's Kelsey, who was probably just wandering by on her way back from trying out some other religions, and decided upon seeing the crowd of irritated members of other districts that she ought to stick around. Mike interviews that Yellow is shirking and Taylor isn't doing anything about it (which is not actually true -- she's ringleading the shirking). Zach interviews that Taylor isn't keeping her promise to work hard. And then Laurel and Morgan head across the street to lay a little verbal smackdown on Taylor. Which she doesn't even bother to pretend to care about, as she sits at her table in the Saloon with her sycophants, tittering into her shot glass. I really hope Taylor's parents put her in charge of dishes for forty days after she gets home. After getting nowhere with their attempts to shame Taylor off of her little beauty-queen ass, Laurel and Morgan leave, realizing they can't make Taylor do anything. Well, seriously. What kind of "world" are they supposed to build when the kit that the adults provided them didn't provide any disincentives for goofing off?