The plane carrying the last pair of teams threads the needle between some goats on the landing strip and spot some pretty animated locals outside the windows. "All these people, like, are so excited and happy to see us," Ralph says. "I don't know why." Vanessa's got the answer, though: "They haven't met us yet."

Art and JJ make it to the village, but the shaking of the bikes has them in a condition that has Art saying, "I'm glad I had all my kids already." There are a group of villagers waiting for them, with their help the Border Patrol agents are soon draped in the local togas over their clothes and strapped-on torso mics. Team Big Brother is right behind them. "Thank you for allowing us to be part of your culture," Brendon dorks to the guy dressing him up. Funny, he never thanked my culture for that. At the marksmanship range, Art and JJ soon see what's up and start throwing clubs. JJ gets pissed at not being able to hit his target right away, what with being the quarterback on his "semi-pro" law enforcement football team -- whatever that means -- but it takes him a few tries. But once he succeeds, he's at least free to coach Art, who seems a bit encumbered by what he calls his "Superman cape." There's a misnomer for you.

Team Big Brother runs to a fenced-in area where a large ring of locals are already singing and jumping. The tune they're performing is rather bluesy, which is a little surprising until you think about it for half a second. Brendon and Rachel join in on the leaping and Rachel says it's a blessing to be part of it. For her, she means. She also appreciates the height that the locals get without even the benefit of Air Jordans. Over at the Marksmanship range, Art is still throwing and missing while Brendon and Rachel, under the unsmiling eye of the chief, keep jumping until a horn sounds and they head over to collect their clues, now in first place. The clue tells them to direct their driver to a place called Simba Campsite.