At the palm oil plantation, Al and ClownJon are just arriving. They pull up and see a green wheelbarrow, so they go over to read the clue. It's the clue for this week's Detour. The choices are Chop and Haul. Both tasks involve what Phil hysterically refers to (probably completely correctly) as "nutbunches," which look sort of like pinecones, if pinecones were about two feet long and a foot wide. You are, by the way, very human if you can't help laughing every time you hear the word "nutbunches." Go ahead. Laugh now. Get it out of your system. You'll feel better. Say it a few times -- nutbunches nutbunches nutbunches. Anyway, in Chop, you use "local tools" (basically very long poles with blades on the ends) to cut bunches down from palm trees. Only one out of every four bunches has a clue in its attached envelope, however, so you may have to cut down several. In Haul, you carry twenty-five bunches (a few at a time) over to a truck. You throw them into the truck, and once they're all loaded, you can get your clue.
The clowns select Haul. Because they've grabbed a wheelbarrow marked "4," they put their nutbunches into the truck marked "4," following the instructions that say you have to load into the "corresponding truck." They quickly discover two things. First, the bunches have very sharp points on them and can injure your hands. Second, the back of the dump truck is already pretty full, so when you try to throw the things up and over into it, they'll often just roll right back off. It's like watching myself try to throw blankets up in the top of the closet. I usually wind up swearing into a face full of fleece, so I feel their pain. "Bast-ihd," ClownJon spits as he tries and fails to get one to go nicely into the truck. The easiest way to do this would be to get up higher somehow; I'm assuming that's not possible.
Millie, in the middle of losing her ever-lovin' mind, has her face out the open window trying to stay awake, and she is explaining for the camera that they're hunting around for the plantation and having trouble, because there are actually quite a lot of palm trees and plantations in the area. Chuck tells her there's a sign coming up, and he needs her to look at the map and tell him where to go. She begins to truly break down right about here, as she tells him that she can't read the map and he needs to help her. This despite the fact that he's, you know, driving right now. If he started looking at the map at this point, they wouldn't need one anymore, because they would quickly find themselves nestled upside-down in the top of a tree. Surrendering to their confusion, they stop, and Chuck hops out and asks a local for directions. He honestly looks like he would rather experience an all-in-one bikini wax/root canal procedure than walk up to strangers and talk to them, but you know what they say about desperate times. Apparently, he didn't get what they needed there, because the next thing you know, they stop and ask somewhere else, to no avail. They stop again, and as Millie gets herself ready to go talk to the people -- which is clearly just more than she's up for -- Chuck tells her, "Go, go, go -- fast, please." She looks like an ad for Abject Despair at this particular moment. "Chuck, I have to figure out what I've got here, okay?" She sniffs and clambers out of the car. They wind up in a café, trying to get directions from a guy in there. Soon, they are on the road again, and lost again. "You tell me," Chuck says. "I feel like we should go back to the main road." "I don't know," she says unhappily. You know, this always happens -- by the time people get in trouble, they're so unhappy that I can't even enjoy their misery. I think I lack killer instinct.