While Carrie instructs the team that she needs receipts -- because she's the ACCOUNTANT, Y'ALL -- Sarah sends Bethennonnynonny and Howie to the "prop house" to get ideas. In the van, Bethennalia bitches to Howie about how much Sarah sucks. In the prop house, Howie sees some red boxing gloves that happen to be very prominently displayed and asks, "Stupid, prop-ish, but let me know what you think: knocks out stains or what?" Oh MY GOD! Did you see what they did there? They prompted both teams to have the SAME FREAKIN' IDEA! Can you imagine how this is going to play out, since I don't in any way believe that Mark Burnett or any of his minions had something to do with planting the prop or idea in their heads?! Cynical, take-out for one! Howie asks Sarah what she thinks about the "'knock out stains' idea." "I don't know," Sarah Dubyas, turning to Dick "Carrie" Cheney, "there's a pair of big boxing gloves to knock out stains -- do I wanna get that?" Carrie shakes her head and then orders Halliburton to make Primarius a pair of red boxing gloves that may or may not be used to knock out Iraq. Oops. I believe I meant stains there. Colin Howell laments the loss of the boxing gloves. And then he leaks his discontent to Woodward.

Bethennnnnnnnnnnnnny bitches to Howie some more about how screwed they are for not having an organized plan.

Hateful Jim helps the graphic designer on their team, and Sarah is proud of him. Later, Hateful Jim looks on and checks his watch in scenery-chewing disgust as Sarah and Carrie are shown to diddle their time away over the federal deficit. In his confessional, Hateful Jim -- once again succeeding in losing his hateful voice -- says that Carrie is doing "busywork" and that it's getting them nowhere. I'd like to get YOU nowhere! I'm sorry, but I'm in severe pain and being forced to recap Hateful Jim's many Norma Desmond moments is way more than my mental state can handle right now.

Garage. Matchstick builds their billboard over the course of the long journey into night. Ryan shows them an orange body sock with a cape and tells them it's what he's wearing the next day. He scampers off to try it on for them. A few minutes later, fresh from the cell phone booth, Ryan as Tide-to-Go Joe comes bounding into the garage -- even attracting the attention of some very butch workers -- and shows off his costume. It's orange. It has a white cape. And it has tighty-blue-ies. They might even be Tick Underoos.. He even has black calf boots and black boxing gloves. Faster than a glass of Pernod! Stronger than a silent pee! Able to leap black tea in a single bound! It's a stain! It's spilled Bordeaux! It's...Tide-to-Go Joe! The girls laugh and laugh. Ryan's happy with his body and with his gloves. Can't say I blame him.