Meanwhile, Bransens and Gaghans hop out at the gazebo. Bransens take shrimp, Gaghans take the mud. Again, I think this is one of those tasks where the use of a big number makes it sound like the shrimp will take longer, when it won't necessarily. Mama Weaver, meanwhile, thanks the Lord for the great mud bog she has found. (God: "You're weeeelcome. Remember, all you have to do is aaaask. A loooooot.") The Aiellos are arriving there as well. Mama Weaver almost immediately gets herself stuck in the mud. The boys do better at first, but as they take the trip back, they also bog down. It appears that on this very first try, they get very, very close to finishing, closer than they will for a very long time, but they can't quite pull it off. There's a very nice edit where the truck totally stops, and it's almost like crickets are chirping, and then SIL Kevin, in the driver's seat, says, "We were going great guns, though." Heh.
Bransens hit the shrimp company and get going. This is a classic Tortoise/Hare Detour, incidentally, for those of you keeping score at home. The shrimp might take longer, but you're not going to pass out and not finish. The Paolos get to the gazebo and pick the shrimp, while the Weavers are pulled out of the mud bog by a tractor with a rope, and the Aiellos realize they're going to need the same treatment. Mama Weaver gets stuck again. The Aiellos get stuck again. They also note that they're rather covered with mud at this point. A little bit of mud fighting predictably ensues, because The Cult Of Hitting Each Other is a close spiritual relation to The Cult Of Throwing Mud.
Stassi gives Hunter a little bit of shit about his shrimp-beheading abilities, promising to "demonstrate" the bad way he's doing it. "I'm going to demonstrate how to shut up," he laughs, in that "I think you need to tear the head off a shrimp" kind of way. Infantile, but awesome, is what I'm getting at. I kind of feel bad for Hunter. It feels like he's gotten the Family Screwup tag, and that's never fun. Char bitches about how she has to "put up with" the bickering, and both Stassi and Mark practically laugh in her face over how ridiculous it is to complain when she's usually right in the middle of it. Yep. Can't really complain like the beleaguered warden when you're wearing an inmate's clothes.