Boston, driving to the sheep farm, trying not to get lost. Chris is expressing curiosity about whether Cha-Cha-Cha will actually jump, given that "it's a whole different story once you're out there on that little ledge, man."
Cha-Cha-Cha, out there on that little ledge, man. "Oh, my God, what am I doing?" Danny wails as he violates Rule #1 by looking down. But when the countdown comes, they do indeed jump. Oswald grabs onto Danny. "I screamed like a woman on the way down," he voices over, and actually you can hear a certain amount of that happening. The funnier thing, though, is that as they flop at the end of the cord, he clings to Danny like a crazy person, in a way that none of the other teams did at all. He buries his face in Danny's shoulder and keeps repeating, "Oh my God, Danny! Oh my God, Danny!" Pretty damn funny. The music turns to The Tinkling Piano Of The Brave, just as Ozzie's insane clinging starts to completely crack Danny up. They interview about how tightly Oswald hung on, and how it made Danny "go from screaming to laughter in no time." They are lowered to the ground. "That was the best experience I've ever had in my life," Oswald says. Gee, better than the ride in the Mercedes? Better than the shopping? Better than Fern?
The Road To Sheepland. The Teeth arrive at the little "Invernary Sheep Station" sign that all the teams will be desperately seeking for the next little while here. Confronted with several large open spaces packed with sheep, Paige comments that "it's a big sheep farm." Good, Paige. [Eye roll.] "I think getting the Fast Forward today is going to almost guarantee us the final three," Blake says. Well, sure. It's impossible to drop from first to fourth in one leg, right? Just ask Mary and Peach. Or Thunk. I mean, I agree that they've got a big leg up, but guaranteed? No. They land on the mat, and Phil tells them they're first. He also tells them that they are the winners of this week's Product Placement Prize, a vacation to Puerto Rico, provided by United Airlines. (Just kidding. It's really provided by US Air.) (No, but I kid. It's actually Delta.)
On The Road To Sheepland, Wil starts in about how he's doing the navigating on this leg, and how Tara always complains that she does all the navigating and he just drives. He'd like a cookie for the work he's putting in, apparently. I sort of see this one from both sides -- he's right to want credit for doing his share, given how hard she rides him when he doesn't. On the other hand, it's also terrifically annoying when you, for instance, wash the dishes every night for a year, and somebody else does them once and expects you to shower them with wet sloppy kisses of gratitude. She also comes right out and calls him a dork. He whines and gripes at her. Wow, they certainly have reached a point of compromise and maturity, haven't they? Oy. Good to know Wil's moment of redemption lasted a full three minutes. They get to the sheep station, and it's about time, because I can't take any more of this argument.