Trevor tells us that whatever his dates are going to have to do can't be any worse than what the other girls have already done. That's what he thinks. Allison is a cheerleader; Angela loves to dance; Rochelle is afraid of clowns. Now, Allison and Angela fill out Trevor's two requirements in women. Poor Rochelle has lost before she's even out the gate. This is horrible. They have to strip down to bikinis and cover themselves in as much whipped cream as they can stick to their bodies. The girls all look unamused as they take off their clothes. They're already wearing bikinis, so apparently they were warned beforehand. Even the boys look uncomfortable here, and only Ashley is clueless enough to applaud heartily. The girls have to stand in just their bikinis for a while before the whipped cream is brought out. Trevor starts screaming for the girls to lie down so the whipped cream sticks better. The girls are on their backs, spraying whipped cream all over their bodies. Erik is properly embarrassed. The boys are quiet, realizing what's about to happen. They have to go out with girls. Allison wins, but I can't tell why. All of the girls have just the same amount of whipped cream on them. Allison isn't even the one that slowly rubbed it over her breasts. So, this is probably the best role model for pre-teens I've seen so far in this episode. Good going, MTV.
So each of the "successful winners," as Ashley explains, gets to pick her own "dream date" for the boys. Limos pick up the boys and girls. Ashley says, "Hopefully it's not payback." Oh, but it should be. Ashley's date isn't in his limo. They tell him that he's going to meet her somewhere. I grab my fourth cup of coffee.