Elsewhere: Cheesefest! Seriously, the wheels of cheese at this place (if we have Pooville, I guess we have Cheesetown) just go on and on in neat little rows. Freaky. As the tubas oom-pah cheerfully, as they must, the Chipsters pile out of their car. You will recall that they have to carry cheese across the square and onto the scales, using the stretcher. Note that with regard to the stretcher, you and your partner both face front and walk, and it dangles between you, behind the front person and in front of the back person, lashed to you with shoulder straps. They start by donning the clogs, and like anyone, they have to start by trying out the funny noises their shoes make. Cloppety-clop, hee hee. Come on, you would do the same thing. Then they load the stretcher up with wheels of cheese, wondering how much each one weighs and how many they can reasonably carry. They attach the stretcher, stand up with Reichen in the front, and take off. Between the clopping shoes, the heavy stretcher, and the general fact that there is cheese everywhere, this scene is just delightful in every way. Also, the Chipsters are giggling much of the time, which gives us a welcome opportunity to see them do something besides frown meaningfully, feud with other teams, and (in Reichen's case) mutter, "I can't believe it." There is also a friendly crowd of locals who have gathered to watch these out-of-town weirdos perform. "Chip, you're pushing me," Reichen says as he tries to walk. "I'm not doing anything," Chip laughs, trying not to lose it as he watches his I'm-too-sexy partner stumble around in his clogs. They finally make it to the scale and find that they've carried 72 kilograms of cheese. Only 428 kilograms to go.

"I fooound it!" Kelly calls happily from the manure pile. In their interview, Jon says, "I was like, 'Holy sh...poo! You got the clue!'" This makes Kelly laugh so hard that she collapses into his lap. These are the moments when I really like them -- my sense is that they make fun of everything, including other people but also including themselves and each other, and that doesn't strike me as inherently evil. As they stand next to the pile, victorious, Jon says, "High five! High poo five!" and holds his filthy hand up. "Okay, let me use this poo hand," Kelly says, switching the clue to her cleaner hand and holding up the one that's far nastier. They poo-five, then they both turn away and gag. Come on, now -- that was funny.