Team Asperger's is back on dry land and running for the Pit Stop. The Globetrotters are pretty much wandering. At the sailing club, Kent and Vyxsin say the phrase (that other people decoded for them) in celebratory unison and Kent adds, "Lay it on me," like he did anything. Team Go Team and Team ALS are heading to the Pit Stop, with the two dad teams close behind. Margie says they're exhausted, but they're almost there. Heh, poor Margie. Jet is still working on the decoding. "I have no idea what we're missing," Cord says, charitably sharing the blame. Jet continues working as, in some slick splitscreen work, Zev and Justin are team number four, Flight Time and Big Easy are team number five, Jaime and Cara are team number six, Margie and Luke are team number seven, Ron and Christina are team number eight, and Mel and Mike are team number nine. And, of course, they're all still racing.
Kent and Vyxsin's boat is closing in on buoy number two, and Kent has a little trouble detaching the clue. But I have to give him credit for not letting go; the buoy itself is nearly ripped loose before it releases the envelope. Jet has again decided he's finished, so they're headed back to the commodore while Kent and Vyxsin are getting directions to Shelly Beach. Jet recites to the commodore something like, "This is the Kinnet Sea, H.E. commodore, at the Manly fort skiff sailing club." Dude is starting to sound like Serene Branson.
They head back just as Kent and Vyxsin are the tenth team to arrive. "But there is some bad news," Phil tells them. Emotionally, Vyxsin asks what they did wrong. Where to start...oh, she means they must have incurred a penalty. "You're still racing, "Phil says, but she says that's great news. He hands over their clue and sends them on their way, although Kent pauses to smack the surfer-dude greeter on the ass. "You guys are gonna have to move," Phil tells them. Right now the greeter is wishing he'd moved.
Jet continues to be frustrated. Cord says that if there's another failed attempt, they're going to cut the flags down and take them along so they don't have to run back. Jet is still flummoxed. I have no idea what I'm doing," he says, and the screen goes black except for the words, "To be continued." At which time Jet will still have no idea what he's doing. And I'll still have eleven teams to keep track of for another hour. See you then.