Al continues to handle the eels. I would point out that contrary to the introductory footage, in which the boat was wiggling with eels, only a few of them actually appear to be moving around while Al grabs them. I think they're kind of placid, like the tigers in India. They're like, "Whatever. I'm sushi anyway." Al finishes, and they get the pit stop clue and take off.

Monica and Sheree have had some trouble getting the car into reverse, so they're looking for a place where they can turn around. Monica, unfortunately, decides to try to turn the car around by driving off the road in a particularly muddy spot, and before you know it, they're stuck and spinning their wheels. They try pushing it, but no luck. Eek.

Commercials. If my dog talked, but had nothing to comment on except the quality of the mustard I was using, that would be very disappointing to me.

Monica and Sheree continue to struggle with their vehicle. They're not far from the entrance of the ranch, which you'd hope would give them a better shot at getting help.

Kelly and BuffJon rip-read at The Smoker. BuffJon takes the eel Roadblock.

The Falconettes flag down a truck. Yay! The guy ties their car to his van, and he pulls them out of the muck. The degree of relief I experienced when that happened is directly proportional to how much I apparently now dig the Falconettes. They get on their way.

BuffJon is grabbing eels. "What do they feel like?" Kelly asks. "They feel like a slippery penis," BuffJon says. "I want to touch one!" Kelly says. Dude, he should have let her do the Roadblock! She wouldn't have needed to do another one for a week. BuffJon finishes the Roadblock and he and Kelly grab the pit stop clue.

Al and ClownJon, completing another solid performance, arrive at the mat. Welcome, clowns, you are team number two.

Things are not as merry in Tian and Jaree's car, where they are presumably in search of the poo ranch. "I don't need a fucking bitch like you," Jaree says as she reaches into the back seat and snatches the map from Tian. "I'm sick of you. You are just deliberately trying to make us lose." "I told you I would drive," Tian says, suddenly all tired-little-fawn in the back seat. "Oh, shut up. 'Cause you're going to get your face punched, believe me." Boy. Don't know exactly what happened there, but Miss Tian has wilted something fierce, and her partner is not taking it well. Tian stares out the window as Jaree continues looking at the map. "I'm sure everybody else found it with ease, because they have partners that helps [sic] them." Sheesh.