Morning. The shit is fucked. Painted and the door locked and shit. Adam, again sounding this crap bell of ancient tradition and honor, floats that the Real Worlders shouldn't have "disrespected" their entire team like that. He goes on to say that it's just giving him fuel. Blair says, "Payback's a bitch." And...commercials. Already? This is like the best day ever!

The RR boys decide to fill up pots of pool water and go sneaking into the Real World boys' rooms, shirtless. They're all shirtless, sneaking into boys' rooms. You make the call. Blair floats that they're doing it to congratulate them on a good job with the TP. They sneak into the room. Pour water. Malik screams, sharing a bed with Kevin. (That would make me scream, too.) "Let the games begin," doofuses a dry Mike. Kevin sputters, staying in bed, his cancer getting very angry at the rude wake-up.

Map. Driving to Marrakech. Everyone is crammed into the Tioga, even Coral's massive titties. They get off. The RR guys have painted their faces. I don't know. Adam slaps hands with his team members as Ellen pathetically says, "Road Rules!" No one responds. Blair says that they're taking it much more seriously than the RW people are, while Mike camera-talks that they don't have a team, but rather individuals. Wow, that's a big word for Mike. He must be learnin' somethin' there in the big city. They go inside the house, into an outdoor courtyard in the middle where they meet the referee Mustapha. He explains that they'll be competing in three traditional Moroccan events -- the winning team will get one thousand dollars per person. Everyone freaks out over that -- except Coral, who presses a button on her control panel and puts on her holier-than-thou bitch face. Ellen and Katie, meanwhile, have no way of containing their excitement, visions of Prada and Gucci dancing in their heads. Ellen floats that they're going to show these "pampered little kids" how they play and that they're on RR turf now. Adam floats that it's not about the money for him, and that they will beat them. C'mon now, Adam. Think how many meds one thousand dollars could get you.

"Bootylicious" plays as the kids walk out in slo-mo to the playing field in red (Real World) and blue (Road Rules) garb. Mustapha says that the first game is Sheep Wrangling. Shot of a sheep. ExpoSteve -- Hi Steve! -- explains that they'll have to herd sheep into the opposite pen; whichever team has more sheep in its pen at the end wins. Mustapha holds up a tiny brass camel which will be their prize for this event, along with the points going towards the final award. Blair floats that Coral has come down with some sort of flu, so she won't be competing, and it'll be six against six. Don't you suppose they made someone sit out so it would be even, anyway? I hate all.