Marshall and Lance finish gliding, read the clue, and head for the pit stop.

Wacky "doodle-doo" music that sounds like it comes from the part of a Family Channel movie where the moppet sets his father up on a date with his teacher accompanies Charla and Mirna as they splash over to the island. "Hurry up!" Mirna barks at Charla. Hey, back off that, please. They scramble up to the mat. Phil grins. Seriously, Phil's open affection for these weird people is totally throwing me off. I'm used to being able to trust Phil, but in this situation, one of us is off. Naturally, I assume it can only be Phil. Sorry, Phil. Anyway, he tells them they're team number two, and Mirna hugs Phil again. She better not be touching Phil's ass back there. You either, Charla.

Jim and Marsha land on the ground. She thinks the gliding was "awesome." They read the clue, and Marsha opines that if somebody else "suck[s] at driving," they might be able to catch up. Cut to Marshall and Lance, sucking at driving. It would have been nice if that were enough.

Brandon and Nicole finish crossing the shallow water, and she jumps up on his back. "Come on, baby, muy rapido!" she says. See, I thought that was a tiny bit funny. And cute. It's kind of weird that I like their relationship pretty well right now, since it started out with that weird "I boss my girlfriend around because it's God's will" vibe they had going for a while. They climb up to the mat. Welcome, you're team number three. I have to say, that's a very efficient team, and they don't tend to bleed time at all going from one place to another. I'd have to say that overall, I think they've made the fewest mistakes out of anyone. Again, probably because of God.

Jim and Marsha speed toward the pit stop. We wish. Marshall and Lance stop and get what everyone wishes were directions to France.

Bob and Joyce are team number four. Hee. They're all happy.