Well, we've already spent far too much time out of the country, soâ¦let's come back! After a final Detour in Costa Rica, the teams head to Arizona and another racetrack that tests my ability to have sympathy for the Weavers and strongly dislike them at the same time. Wally and the Tonyas and the Paolos gradually fall behind throughout the leg, and they wind up in a dash for last place. When the Paolos fail to count cars correctly and believe that they're out, they do the underwear-on-the-outside business on the mat, only to find out that they're not last. They encourage the Bransens to grab clothes before stepping on the mat, in case of non-elimination. And indeedâ¦non-elimination.
In the second half of this two-hour episode, the teams travel to the Grand Canyon and similar environs, and after the Paolos take the wrong route into the Grand Canyon while the Bransens stop to ask for directions, it's the same two teams dragging in the back. And ultimately, the Paolos take their leave, making it a final four of Weavers, Godlewskis, Linzes, and Bransens. What? In other news, the Weavers continue to talk a lot about how awesome and Christian they are, in spite of throwing things at other teams, taunting people unnecessarily, giggling at the continuing hilarity of garbage trucks, and otherwise failing to endear themselves toâ¦well, anyone. Suit up -- this is a long and not very interesting two hours of television.
Previously on Crumpling Moppet Theater: Costa Rica was the bunching capital of the world, and also the intrigue capital of the world, as the Paolos Yielded the Weavers. Phil refers to this as "conspiring," which...man, don't crank the morality machine, Phil; there's already smoke coming out of the gears. The Weavers responded by holding fast to Jesus' general distaste for blue-collar workers, and by explaining that the Gadzookskis are bad people because they have breast implants. And wear hoochie shorts. Oh, never mind, I'm thinking of someone else. At a coffee-bean-hunting Roadblock, Tammy was the unlucky recipient of the invisible needle in the imaginary haystack, and the Gaghans fell behind. Despite God's efforts to again Yield the Weavers by getting their van mired in the mud, the Gaghans finished in last place, breaking hearts everywhere with their sniffling dignity. Now that there's no one on the show who's really worth giving a flying fig about unless you like the Bengals or blondes, who will be eliminated next?
Credits. Man, look at all the nice teams that are gone. Imagine how different this entire thing would look if you had Aiellos instead of Weavers. Of course, you could also have Schroeders instead of Bransens or Rogerses instead of Gadzookskis, so perhaps I should be grateful for small favors. I also would like to say how much I resent being teased with a large elephant clearly being ridden by a local in some elephant-riding locale, because we are clearly not going to be seeing that. Tease. [BOMP.]
Commercials. Oh, man. Anne Heche is in a schmaltzy Christmas love story now. Some people really have a way of making everyone else's lives look really boring. Actually, the creepiness of that commercial convinces me we should abandon the coverage of commercials for the remainder of the recap, because this is already going to be long enough. So Anne Heche is it on this front until next time.
The FauxDeans play an upbeat guitar riff as we return to Costa Rica, its lush forests and lingering mists reminding us that we are likely not in the United States or any of its thoroughly oil-drained wildlife refuges. Phil tells us that here in Quepos, things are "sleepy." I'm a little sleepy myself, come to think of it. Also, it's a "surf town." It's nice that you can still be a surf town, what with all the kids and their iPods and their text messaging. Phil strolls on a beach while explaining that this was the pit stop, and I note that his jeans don't look nearly as strange as usual. I even kind of like the tangerine shirt. I believe I will envision Phil as a scoop of sherbet. Teams stopped here at the beach to rest, et cetera. Phil wonders whether the Paolos can keep doing well now that they're not using all their energy to berate each other, and whether the Weavers can "survive being outcasts." Like they care. Blessed are ye when men shall revile you and persecute you, Phil. Don't you know anything?
The first to leave is Team Paolo, at 7:27 AM. The clue tells them to hoof it to Playa Maracas. Boy, if any place has ever had more of a recreational name than Playa Maracas, I'm not sure I've heard of it. It's got foreign words for "beach," it's got boob euphemisms...what more can you ask for? At the beach, Phil explains that one team member will swim out to a buoy to get their next clue. As the Paolos leave, Mama says she's trying not to concentrate on her aching legs. I would think her annoying family would be a useful distraction. DJ says in an interview that he respects the fact that his mother has been doing all manner of physical stuff he wouldn't have expected. And...look at the faces on Papa and Brian in this interview. This is the post-episode interview, and you could have guessed, if you'd been keen-eyed right here. DJ does add, however, that his mother also makes him "nuts." Wouldn't want to get carried away with the warmth.