Speaking of Salzburg, when Kelly and BuffJon get off the train, they notice that everyone else stayed on, heading for Munich. "Let's go, we're on our own," Kelly says.

DadSteve and Josh manage to get themselves on a SwissAir flight out of Salzburg at 6:55, arriving in Paris at 11:25. Josh beats himself up some more, telling us that he was "being a big dumb-ass." On the one hand, he was. On the other hand, it happens. Hell, it happened to more than half of the teams on this leg, as far as making the wrong choice about finding an airport. He and DadSteve toe-touch Zurich on the way to Paris, according to the AYL, which sends its parents a postcard telling them that it's having a great summer vacation in Europe, and hasn't even broken a sweat in weeks.

Dave and AirSteve meet up with Kelly and BuffJon at the Salzburg airport. They confer a little. Kelly tells them that she and Jon are on the 10:15 to Zurich -- hours behind Josh and DadSteve -- and then on to Paris. She voices over, quite understandably, that she wanted AirSteve and Dave to take the same flight she and Jon had, because that way, she'd know they weren't the only people on it and weren't alone in last place. When the conversation breaks up, she quietly comments to Jon that she thinks AirSteve and Dave are "so nice" that she doesn't want to go against them for last place. "Millie the Mole, that's who I wanted to beat," she snaps, as we are fed an extreme close-up of Millie's lip and its...well, mole. Kelly goes on to say that Millie is "like one of those little cheerleaders in high school that I used to throw spitwads in their hair while they were out there cheerin'. She's too...happy." Although I sort of agree that Millie's version of freshly-scrubbed pluck has just about worn out its welcome, if anyone in this scene makes me think of a cheerleader who might have a spitwad coming to her, it's Kelly, with her crossed arms and her little pout. When you resort to picking on the mole, you know you're scraping the bottom of the comedy barrel, there, Kel.

In Frankfurt, the lead teams -- Tian and Jaree, the Chipsters, and the Falconettes -- land. It appears to be a fairly tight connection in Frankfurt for the flight to Paris. When the Chipsters -- who, for some reason, chirp, "Buongiorno!" while boarding a flight from Germany to France -- board for the second leg, however, the friendly flight attendant directs them to their seats up front, in business class. D'oh! In case you're new to the show, the racers can't fly business class. It doesn't matter where you sit -- if you can get the airline to let you sit up front even though your ticket says coach, that's fine, and teams have done it. But you cannot fly on business class tickets. "You booked us business," Chip mutters coldly. They miserably get off the plane, begging the gate agent to hold the plane while they go back and see if they can somehow negotiate coach tickets for the flight. Rather pitifully and hilariously, the Chipsters moan, "Please, oh please, oh please," as they trail the gate agent back up the jetway, and she completely blows them off. "No," she tells them. No, no, no. The flight is closed. No. Please? Oh, please, please? No. So off go Tian and Jaree and the Falconettes in the direction of Paris. (Please?) (No.) "I can't believe this is happening," Reichen moans. Again.