Trish finally comes up with the last sand piece, and Jon goes after a water piece. Andrew goes after a sand piece. Tijuana goes after a sand piece. Burton goes after Drake's last water piece. Darrah goes after a water piece. When Burton returns, Drake has finished collecting puzzle pieces and starts putting the thing together. Osten -- more intelligently this time, and more inclined toward the option that doesn't involve a high risk of death -- retrieves a piece from the safety of the sand, where even he will presumably find it difficult to drown. Ryan-O fetches another one for Morgan, but it's too late, and Drake takes its sixth consecutive challenge. A despondent Ryan-O lies face-down, almost literally burying his head in the sand and therefore taking the Visual Metaphor Of The Week trophy. Drake accepts its reward with its usual lack of graciousness, hooting as loudly as possible. Darrah looks despondent, like somebody just took the very last piece of hay right out from between her teeth.
Commercials. I'm sorry, but no amount of applesauce will make a fried-chicken-based kids' meal a good idea, let alone a "square meal." ["Okay, but what about the Sierra Mist? It's just packed with nutrimites. Any scientician can tell you that." -- Wing Chun]
Bird and lizard footage brings us back to Drake, where Christa is firing up the sewing station and measuring Rupert for a new skirt. Isn't this where they all start singing "I Feel Pretty"? Sandra comments that they could easily make him some shorts so he doesn't have to wear a skirt, but he says he just wants "something to cover [his] ass." You know, I admired the whole skirt thing as improvisation, but I'm starting to think he's doing the skirt now just to be self-importantly quirky. He strikes me as one of those people who searches for opportunities to attract attention to himself and then complains that people won't leave him alone. At any rate, Christa talks about how much she loves the sewing machine and how it's exactly what they need. She then prattles admiringly about Rupert, both for wearing his skirt unself-consciously and for taking to sewing on his own. She seems to think that it's incredibly rare that a guy could try making his own clothes, but most of the guys I know would find ten days of skirt-wearing sufficient inspiration to take to the sewing machine. Snowmobile Boy would probably have fashioned a pair of improvised long pants out of palm fronds and snaps made of fish bones by now. If he had a dead motor, the pants would have decorative rivets.