Theo is a rube.
Backwoods hick philosopher.
Squeal like a pig, James.

My girl, Scaryteeth.
Mommy said, "Holly-ho-ho."
More than a nickname.

Big tantrum last week.
"My rugby friends understand."
James hates all the girls.

Like figment of mind.
Catch glimpse occasionally.
Where is Msaada?

As are yin and yang:
Laterrian and T, both
Always sound stuffed-up.

Kathryn has one rule:
No sex in the champagne room.
But bathroom is fine.

Okay. Poetry break over. Same shot I swear they've used before of sunset over a swampy-looking thing. The kids arrive at the boat as MayorMcMehgan explains that each diver will attempt to dive to their "description" depth, grab the flag which will be attached to a rope, and surface. The flags, when put together, will make a puzzle leading them to their next clue. Also, each flag is worth a "coin," or a thousand dollars. Yes. Yes. Thank you for the explanation. Without the painstaking exposition I'd be lost, that's just how complex these games are. The boat takes off as Karate Kid music plays, for some reason. I guess B/M abandoned the salsa theme the minute some Kitaro band offered them a few bucks to play their crazy bamboo flute shit. As split-screen versions of the kids put on their wetsuits, Mehgan, and I really can't believe this, gives the exact same explanation she gave twenty seconds ago, one more time. She mixes it up at the end by adding, "A black-out is obviously a disqualification." Yes. I would imagine. Holly floats that while yesterday they were in forty feet of water where they could see the bottom, today they're in two hundred forty feet of water. "So you can't see the bottom." Man, Holly must have studied Oceanography in college. I only wish B/M had studied television in college. James gets ready to take off for his thirty-two-foot dive. Mehgan warns him not to risk a black-out or to burst an eardrum, "okay, buddy?" I'm getting a bit of a Picabo Street vibe from Mehgan. I'm just sayin'. Mehgan teaches James some tip about clearing out his nose by snorting salt water. We watch James throw salty-snot into the water for a while. No wonder the ocean is so polluted. We got Road Rules puke and snot and pee all up in it.

So Theo watches lovingly from the boat, staring at a television monitor, apparently having gotten over his earlier spat with James.