Esquire cab. Rob starts to grin. "Watch…I think we're underestimating this ping-pong dude." Brennan chuckles. Rob, again: "Three hours later…balls bouncin' off your forehead…" Hee! Funny Esquire. Furthermore, there (on the word "bouncin'") is Rob's Minnesota accent for you, and what could be cooler than that?

Back at the CCPP, Spanky misses again. It's a tie now. Frank's in the net, and down 5-4. Now Frank's off the table, and down 6-4. Spanky finally misses, and Danza is on its way. They both shake Spanky's hand, then they go collect the clue. It tells them to go to a market and do some shopping. "Not bad for an old guy," Frank says as they leave, still giddy over his ability to hold his own against a twelve-year-old. One could be inclined to make fun, but Frank's exhilaration is going to seem a lot more reasonable in about two minutes.

Phil explains that when they've bested Spanky, the teams will have to go to a food market, get a shopping list, and pick up some stuff. They'll need help with the list, though, because it's written in Chinese. There's a particularly lovely shot along here of the heads of something or other, lying in their own juices. Yum.

Esquire, CCPP. Spanky scopes them out as they enter. Spanky looks completely different as he starts to play Brennan. I have a feeling that he got significantly warmed up or relaxed or something during his bout with Loud Pushy Frank, and now he's on fire. Spanky not only quickly goes to work on Brennan, but also manages to win the second point off of Brennan's crotch, which is just plain demoralizing. ["If any of you has ever wondered what the phrase 'oh, NOT' would look like in the flesh, dig Brennan's face when the ping-pong ball bounces off his wonderfulness. Perfect. I laughed out loud. Sorry, Brennan." -- Sars] "I just need five," Brennan says, down 3-0. He loses another point. "And I've got a long way to go," he adds.