It's raining as Charla and Mirna make their way in the cab to Maldonado, having forsaken the bus, apparently. Charla snots in the cab that this is what those nasty teams get for not being willing to cooperate with them. She actually waggles her index finger scoldingly as she says it, too. I see what she's saying, but really, this is more what those nasty teams get for not being able to see flags in front of their faces -- you shouldn't need a highly strategic alliance to find flags, so this isn't a great pro-alliance argument. They also seriously need to ease up on the dramatic self-righteousness.
The bus-taking teams disembark at Maldonado, and they get there at the same time as Charla and Mirna. When Alison spots Charla, she says to Donny in an urgent but hushed voice, "There's the midget! Go!" Golly, she is so charming. She interviews that she and Donny weren't too happy to see that one of the later-ferry teams had caught up by taking a taxi. Alison and Donny and Charla and Mirna are the first teams to rip the next clue. Phil Phil-overs that beef production is very big in Uruguay. In this task, teams will have to carry a 55-pound side of beef from the warehouse to a butcher shop half a mile away. When they get there, they'll get their next clue. They start by suiting up in white coats, and Alison and Donny are the first to get their beef out of the way. Bob takes the side of beef and immediately predicts that he will never make it a half-mile. Mirna takes the beef for her team (ew), and although Charla insists she'll help, Mirna moans, "I'm gonna cry with this beef!" She is just weird. She's like an old lady in a cheerleader's body or something. You know how you can tell? Everything Mirna says sounds just right if you put the word "Phyllis" on the end of it. "I'm gonna cry with this beef, Phyllis." "We're lucky we didn't get trampled, Phyllis." See? Old lady. Anyway, Linda takes the beef for her team.