Ellen and Sophia lead Katie to the bathroom which, as Katie explains to us, is just a hole in the ground. Katie is appalled. She asks whether the water is to wipe your butt with. She can't deal with it, and then floats that the other girls predicted she would hate this and now that it's true, they think it's funny. She says that they just pointed and laughed, and indeed, Ellen points and laughs. Hee. Now the kids all walk in the dark. Adam asks Katie how long she can hold "Number 2," and she says she'll hold it for as long as she has to. Steve tells her that, with the hole, sometimes you miss, and Adam offers that sometimes it's a "rimmer," instead of a swish. Okay, that kinda funny, in a seven-year-old kinda way.
Restaurant. The kids eat, and Sophia brings up her frustration with Adam. Adam says that he warned everyone right off that he's not comfortable being in the back seat. Oh, well, you warned everyone that you're a control-freak asshole. That's okay, then! Steve just glowers as they fight. Katie says that Adam is a shitty driver, too. Adam says that he "let" Sophia drive; she thanks him for the permission, and he inexplicably yells, "No, it's not permission!" Katie says that the RV doesn't have Adam's name on it. (Um, actually, now that you've drawn your faces on it and signed it, technically it does.) More yelling. Montage of yelling as the quality of the film gets worse and worse for some reason. Katie is pissed. Blair stares. Katie says that Adam is the self-proclaimed leader, but that he doesn't lead her "ass" anywhere. (Man, this is all about Katie's ass, this episode.) Adam says he never says blah blah blah killmecakes. Katie whines that it's a shame her first dinner in Morocco sucked so bad. After a beat, Blair says, "It was good." Hee. That's because food was involved, Blair. Steve then voice-overs that it seems like Adam doesn't care sometimes, not that he doesn't listen. The waiter brings the clue, and they all mock the delivery method, too, which makes me happy. The clue says they'll be manufacturing one of Morocco's greatest exports, and that they should wear shorts and t-shirts. ExpositionSophia floats what they just read. Still at dinner, the kids guess what they're to do. They guess brass, pottery, scooping up dung. I would almost rather scoop up dung than watch this.