The clowns' clue falls down from the sky. Oh, would that clues would fall from the sky upon the racers more often...what a lovely, lovely world that would be. They rip the envelope open, and Al excitedly reveals that it tells them to make their way to Brisbane, Australia. "Wooo!" they yell. Phil explains that it's almost 7000 miles to Brisbane, and when they get there, they'll have to find a hotel, go to the concierge, and be escorted to a penthouse. I think I heard about a bachelor party once with invitations that had almost that same opening. But unless the task is going to involve a stripper that moves a wedding band back and forth between her nipples, it's not going to have the same ending. "Man, we're going to freakin' Australia!" Al yells happily. He doesn't need strippers, he's going to Australia!

The Chipsters bring down their clue next. I'm surprised Chip doesn't shriek at the envelope to come down faster. Or, actually, that Reichen doesn't bark, "Be written in English!" at it. Nearby, Kelly and BuffJon are approaching. Reichen reads the clue, and Chip offers a small "yeah," though I can't really enjoy his excitement, because I'm still pondering the sentence he should receive for the shitty way he treated the driver. "Let's go to the airport," Reichen says, suggesting quite the brilliant piece of strategy. I wish the entire Korean taxi industry would band together and make the Chipsters walk the whole way to the airport, and would drive along beside them yelling, "Faster, faster!" the entire time. Speaking of the airport, the clowns are grabbing a taxi there, too. The Chipsters appear to saddle up with the same beleaguered dude they were so nasty to last time, and they yell once again, "Quick! Quick, quick, quick!" You know, sometimes it's hard to say anything except...my goodness, the absolute nerve.