Dark Hair, with help, finds the flag too. On the ground, Amie and Paul clarify that they're going to the Arc, and they take off. I have to give them credit for the fact that, as much as she picks on him and he picks back, they do better than Lenny and Karyn at handling the difficulty he had. He just tells her, eagerly, how hard it was, and she's pretty understanding. Thanks to Emily, Lenny and Karyn are on their way, too. Light Hair yells to the emerging Dark Hair, "Kimmie, did you find it?" A-ha! Dark Hair is Kim! Light Hair is Leslie! I'm so glad I learned that! Imagine how useful it's going to be!
Here come Davey and Margaretta, toward the Arc! Yay! Where have they been, anyway? Wasting away again in Davey and Margaretta-ville?
Okay, seriously. NOW I'm done with that joke. No, really. Sleep peacefully tonight, because I will not be unfurling that joke again. Yes, I've fooled you before. But you need to trust me. It's all over now.
As she and Kim head for the Arc, Leslie snarks, "I don't know where that little cute couple that hates our guts are." Heh. A few more like that, Leslie, and you could get back on my good side, if you stop trying to bribe the locals. Kim and Leslie, you should note, are in no hurry. "There's no reason to run," they say. Paul and Amie, on the other hand, are pretty confident they're not last, but they run anyway. "The sooner we get there, our twelve hours're startin'," Amie points out. Margaretta hails a cab. Lenny and Karyn get one, too, and Emily and Nancy have trouble explaining where they need to go. What? Trouble telling a Paris cabbie that you need to go to the Arc de Triomphe? I think this guy is messing with them. Eventually, he gives, and they're off, too.