Chris goes back to instructing the sheep to leave. "He can't hear you, Chris," Alex says with exasperation. "Dude, white sheep is listening," Chris insists. Ha! Back in the interview, Chris explains his technique: "I was tryin' to be like the Sheep Whisperer. You know, like the Horse Whisperer, but the Sheep Whisperer?" Cut to Chris's Hottie Shot of the race thus far, in which he is breathlessly attempting to move a sheep. I cannot explain it, and it is not my fault it's a hottie shot. Frustrated, he pulls the clue out of his back pocket, reads it, and leaves the perfect beat before saying, "Can't tackle 'em." Oh, my goodness. I will not explain all of the difficulties I encountered during that scene, but I will only tell you that I deeply apologize for being, at times, such an unbelievable cliché. All I can say in my own defense is that he's always had the big arms, and he didn't really begin to be a problem for me until he got funny. So, see, I am all about personality! What a relief.
Danny and Oswald, approaching Sheepland. They spot a telltale red-and-yellow arrow by the side of the road. "Now they give me arrows," Danny says gratefully but with considerable frustration.
Back at The Roadblock Of Alli's Undoing, Chris finally gets the white sheep to leave. "How do you like that, buddy?" he says. I'm not actually sure whether he's talking to the black sheep, the white sheep, or Alex, but it doesn't matter too much. As they run for the pit stop, he explains that sheep now "know not to mess with [him]." They land on the mat. Welcome, you are team number three. And Chris, you are my amusing, neckless boyfriend. I regret this development as much as you do. Probably more. It is your own fault. Your paperwork will arrive shortly.