When the Gaghans and Weavers arrive, they stay together and don't see anyone around whom they can ask about the location of the parking area. "Carissa? Catch up to Mommy and Daddy, please." "Mom, I have no hands you can hold," Carissa says. Aw. As we see them continue to look, the Bransens and Gadzookskis show up, so that last bus either made substantially better time, the search for the parking took forever, or both. I suspect both. The Godlewskis and Bransens head out, while it looks like the Gaghans and Weavers are still looking. This is also the part where Carissa is seen carrying the world's largest water bottle for no apparent reason. It makes her look positively teeny, because if that were a regular water bottle, she would practically be a Fisher-Price person. Mama Weaver asks God if maybe He can help them find the van. Will He answer? You'll have to wait until after the commercials.
Commercials. If I see one more BP logo, I swear I am going to become a devotee of SuperAmerica.
When we return, the beleaguered Gaghan/Weaver posse is still hunting for the parking, and as they find their way to it, they see the pinks. Ultimately, the Weaver/Gaghan and Bransen/Godlewski groups all meet up at public parking, so they're all taking off at the same time. For obvious reasons, this collision is good news to some and not so good news for others. Also not-so-good news for the Weavers is the fact that this segment requires Mama to drive stick, which she can do, sort of, in that way that means you can do it but there's a lot of jerking and grinding of gears. Hey, I'm talking about driving, so you can get your mind out of the gutter. My favorite part is where the car jolts to a stop, and Rolly mutters, "Brake's working." Man. I'm with Sars. Free Rolly!
Elsewhere, Alex (I have this down pat now, people! I am on fire!) explains how they're following a cab to the volcano. The Paolos are right behind, in remarkably good spirits. Papa Bill notes that he sees a sign for the volcano, so he's going in the right direction, too. Nice headlamp, Papa Bill. Nothing flatters a man of a certain age like an appliance strapped to the noggin. I also think electric pencil sharpeners are kind of dapper. Just a bit of fashion advice, from me to you. YOU'RE WELCOME. The pinks see the same sign, and they're equally happy.