As the Bransens paint, they're wondering just how careful they have to be with the patterns. Wally mentions, as he often does, that he's going as fast as he can. Painting, running, walking, swimming...Wally would get apparently be smoked by the Tonyas in anything except complaining about how slow he is, at which he will always be the undisputed champion. As they discuss just trying to get through the task, the pinks show up to start the Detour. They get going, and they rapidly get to bickering over how to do it. People always talk about going crazy in airports, but I've always suspected that if I went on the race with someone, it would be during one of these mundane tasks -- painting, stacking, whatever -- that there would be bloodshed. Somebody impaled on a paintbrush or whapped with a traditional local rubber mallet or whatever.
The Paolos finally finish loading their sugar cane, and they drive off on their tractor. Tony sings on the way, causing DJ to smile a little bit in spite of himself and mutter, "Am I in hell?" This is, like, three percent as embarrassing as the times DJ and his mother holler at each other, so I don't think he should be sweating this part quite so much. Not that I'd want my father to sing on television either. And believe me, he would.
Speaking of being in hell, here come the Weavers to the painting Detour. The Bransens and Gadzookskis, of course, are not happy to note their arrival. "You guys made good time," Wally says kindly. And slowly. "Thanks, Wally," Rolly offers, because nobody else on his team is capable of even a smidgen of grace. Rachel is almost immediately all over Rebecca's ass for doing the pattern on the wheel wrong. I would rather have my teeth drilled than hang around with that team. I would rather have my teeth drilled by that team than hang around with them, if you promised me that during the tooth-drilling, they couldnt talk. The Tonya who's working with Wally tries to get the other two to help her out, but she gets back the response that they're not done with theirs yet. "It's not our fault that you guys ridiculously suck," another Tonya says in her most mocking voice. I do get the feeling they have more personality than it seems like they have; maybe it's eclipsed by the sea of arguing and moppethood. As for the Weavers, who are still painting, I think it's lucky Rebecca didn't give in to what would obviously have been her urge to grab the paint and add another color to the ones already in her hair. Blue goes with dark brown and bright blonde, right? She needs to be a little more fashion forward, if you ask me.