At 6:30 AM, we find ourselves at Copacabana Beach for the Fast Forward volleyball tournament. A twin voices over that he really wasn't terribly concerned about Gary and Dave, because -- well, they're Gary and Dave, and if you were Xerox, would you be worried about them? The first team to score ten points off the Brazilians gets the Fast Forward. The long and the short of it is that the Brazilians initially kick both teams' butts. A twin says that they realized quickly that these people were "pretty good." Well, they are professional volleyball players, after all. He goes on to say that he and OtherTwin would have to "bring [their] A game in order to beat them." No kidding. I think, in fact, that you'd have to bring about six more people in order to beat them, but if you "bring your A game," you might at least score the ten points before we all die of old age. Gary and Dave, meanwhile, are horrible. Which they clearly think is funny. Whatever. "There's a couple of sports I'm not so good at," Gary says. "Volleyball seems to be one of them." You know, there is a funny line in there somewhere, but I don't think that's quite it. Ah, well. He refers to Shola and Doyin as "the Doublemint twins." Said twins kick Gary and Dave's behinds, and at least that's over with. The FF sends Xerox to a "jungle camp" near Iguacu Falls. They hop in a cab and head for the bus station.

Gary and Dave, because they are still idiots, go for the metal detector next. Meanwhile, back at the hang-gliding starting gate, Blake and Paige show up, having fallen far, far back in the pack. Blake says that they ate breakfast and slept on the beach, which all sounds great, except that they should have been up on the mountain the entire time. Mistake. Everybody straps on their hang-gliding gear. Alex says he hopes some of the other teams are scared. Well, "scay-ahd" is what he actually says.

Down on the beach, Gary and Dave choose a metal detector and set out on their treasure hunt. Dave, because he is not quite as much of an idiot as Gary, quickly catches on that this is an insane thing for them to be spending time on. There's a mile and a half of beach and they're looking with a metal detector the size of a dinner plate. Get the hint, geeks: The producers want you to go hang-gliding.