Back from commercials, the Linzes make another run down the corridor, and this time, they spot the clue box and the Detour clue. They conclude that they'll take the curling. "It can't be that hard," someone says, making every effort to curse the team entirely. Back outside, however, they learn that their cab driver doesn't know where the rink is. Apparently, they have gotten the anti-Ted as their driver. That's what you get for being heathens, I suppose.
At the airport, the Bransens find themselves a taxi and head for the train station. They hope they aren't too far behind.
Ted makes a call on his cell phone to find out where the arena is, and we are provided with a nice shot of the cross he's wearing, just so you know that he is also part of Team God. He learns that the arena is on the other campus of the university, so that's not good news. But now they know where they're going, so they go.
The Linzes find a lady who says she knows where the rink is, and she leans in the window to explain it to the cab driver. As they leave, Nick and Tommy agree that the campus is packed with "sexy babies." Ew. I don't even know what that means, but it seems deeply wrong. Even the not-that-wrong explanation is deeply wrong.
In the Weaver car, Ted is giving them curling tips. Shut it, Ted. And now, Ted has brought them to the right place, so they get out of the cab. Inside, they put on their helmets and head out onto the ice. Mama prays for curling assistance, which God is undoubtedly happy to provide in return for the kindness and Christian charity with which they have treated other teams throughout the race. Rebecca takes her first shot, and while it doesn't reach the target, it goes far enough that it has to be left where it is.
Guess what? The Linzes have been brought to the same wrong place as the Weavers originally were. Locked doors, wrong place. Boo!
The Bransens get out of their cab and head down into the tunnels. They, too, appear to miss the clue box on the first shot. Somebody hid that thing pretty good. I guess they didn't want the mall-walking crowd to break into the clue box during a lunchtime stroll and swipe anything.
Rebecca gets her curling done. Mama goes next, but her first shot isn't successful. Meanwhile, the Linzes learn that the campus where they'll find McGill Arena is maybe a half hour away, so while it's not that far, it's not nearby, either. The Bransens, for their part, keep looking until Wally spots the clue box. Good thing they dragged him along, eh? They look over the Detour clue and, as they run, they agree that none of them are good on ice, so they head for the arboretum. That seems like a dubious decision. You know you're not good on ice; what are the odds that you're good with lumberjack tools? Isn't that a matter of choosing the devil you don't know?