The Singapore Air flight starts to board. Over at Korean Air, ClownJon looks out the window and assesses the situation, and he realizes that the Korean Air flights look to be badly backed up, so even though the fog is lifting, it's going to take a while for them to get in the air. I'm not entirely sure the gate agent misled them on purpose -- I think the gate agent may not have realized exactly how things were going to shake out. ClownJon voices over that they only have a two-hour layover in Singapore, so they can't withstand too much of a delay. Just then, a guy walks by, and ClownJon asks him whether the flight is delayed. The guy says yes -- about two hours. "That's a problem," ClownJon says gravely. They decide to explore other options, a decision that unfortunately is coming a little late in the process. They spot the Singapore Air flight on the Arr/Dep board, and the fact that it's in the process of boarding. As the other teams pile onto the flight, the clowns run through the airport, heading for the gate to try to make it. Al explains that it was while they were running to the flight that it occurred to him that the other teams were probably on that flight, so it was important for them to haul ass and get on it. They arrive at the terminal and beg for tickets, and are told that the agent will ticket them and try to get the tickets out to the gate on time, but it's pretty clear that nobody is promising anything. ClownJon puts his head on the counter. Sigh.
The Singapore airlines flight, she is boarding.
The clowns make it out to the gate while the plane is still sitting right there at the end of the jetway. They ask if it's sold out. "The flight is available," the lady tells them, "but due to security reasons, we cannot accept passengers in the last minute." They beg with as much dignity as they can, but while an agent may be able to fudge availability of seats or even holding a plane for five minutes, she's not going to be able to do much on the security business unless she wants to lose her job. She excuses herself and walks away. The plane takes off. Al rubs his eyes. "It's done," he voices over. Legions of fans rub the bellies of their little Van Munster dolls, hoping that the excruciating fourth-place finish is not to be repeated. NOT.
Commercials. I maintain that the commercial with the "Mom In Spinning Class" hieroglyphic is not funny at all. It's the kind of thing that someone decides will seem funny in a commercial, even though he doesn't even think it's funny himself, and then the next thing you know, they're shooting the commercial and everybody wants to know who it was who thought this was funny, and no one remembers.