Jonathan tells the four Council members to hang back for a minute, because he needs to tell them a couple of things. The first is that once they get to the town, they need to go to the chapel and find an instruction book. The second thing is that every few days, the Council is going to have to give one of the kids a Gold Star. And he whips out what looks like a cheesy brass paperweight the size of his hand, shaped like a star. It's more impressive than it looks, though, because in keeping with Bonanza City's history as a gold mining town, it's "worth its weight in gold -- literally." $20,000, to be exact. Note that he doesn't actually say that the star is solid gold, because it probably isn't. "We have to look at these kids in a whole new way," Laurel interviews, as if she hadn't just met them all five seconds ago. Jonathan tells them to keep it a secret for now, and tells them to join the rest. "See you when I see you," he calls to everyone. So we know that Jonathan believes in the afterlife.

Mike takes his leadership role seriously, in the sense that he stands there yelling, "Puuull!" while everyone else tries to get the heavily laden wagons moving. Once they get going, it looks easier, but they've got a long road ahead of them. The hike isn't uneventful. "I don't think it's too much fun living in the old days," Jimmy interviews, as we see one of the back-loaded wagons go off-balance and tip half of its load in the road. Mike is still not pulling, but that's not stopping him from complaining about how hard this is. In an interview, Sophia (fourteen, from Florida, who will one day grow up to look like Jenna Fischer), compares him to the guys at the airport waving the flashlights. "Like we can't follow the road," she snarks. Greg, fifteen, from Nevada (the oldest and biggest one here, I believe, and the one who roped the goat kid), offers to switch with Mike for five minutes, and Mike snappishly agrees. Wisely, he does not offer to switch hats as well, because Greg's puke-green, knitted earflap cap is something Greg should keep to himself. We see Mike straining to pull a wagon all by himself, but as soon as he gets it moving, Greg either takes pity on him or stops Mike from making him look bad by resuming his place. Further along, DK falls, apparently with a pulled muscle, bringing the whole caravan to a stop. The other kids load him up on one of the wagons. Mike assumes DK's spot on the wagon's yoke, meaning he's finally taken up wagon-moving for the duration. But who will direct them along the straight, level road now?