Orlando, Matthew and Chris are making waffles. Katzie is making... a scene, but it's sort of understandable because Carlos and his team are hogging both of the ice cream machines. She pitches a fit and one of the machines is liberated from the tyranny of Team Blue. Chris decides that instead of waiting in line for the ice cream maker, he will use some newfangled contraption and sit on the porch in his rocking chair with his shot gun on his knee until it's ready to go. That's when Judge Johnny comes in for his sniff n' sneer. First stop? Orlando who is making an ice cream sandwich-root beer float COMBO. Johnny thinks it will be difficult to eat, but I think it will be worth whatever effort and/or number of napkins to get that thing in your mouth. I mean, talk about Willy Wonka magic, right? Johnny moves on to Katzie who is making Baked Alaska on a stick a la Spumoni Gardens in Brooklyn. Johnny nods and then casually drops the bomb that the owners of L & B Spumoni Gardens are like family to him. Katzie groans and the other chefs bust out in horrified laughter at the anticipation of seeing Johnny turn up his nose at Katzie's spumoni. Johnny claims he is "excited" but that's just the thrill of the kill coursing through his veins. He's gonna tear her apart.

As Johnny talks to Sally's team, Sally notices that Katzie's ice cream is spilling all over the floor. Johnny arches an eyebrow and Katzie groans again. A few more minutes remain on the clock and everyone starts engaging in some unprofessional behavior like swiping liquid nitrogen containers and getting in territorial pissing matches all over the nice clean floor.

The next day, everyone complains about the fact that they have to serve frozen treats during a blistering hot day at a water park. Oh, and the fact that they are supposed to wear swimsuits on national television. Where is the reality star workers union when you need them, eh? All the girls are in a tizzy about how fat they are, but seriously, if you're a pastry chef you should be a little chubby, which NONE OF THEM ARE. I mean, who trusts a skinny pastry chef? Do you not taste your food? The men are not talking about how fat they are, but are instead using their time to undermine each other. Take a lesson, ladies! Finally the teams are off to the water park and are in their adrenaline-fueled panic mode trying to finish everything before the customers show up. Orlando wants to show off his skills since he hasn't won anything yet. Amanda is checking her funnel cake, Chris is drilling ice (not a euphemism) and then the teeming hoards AND the maddening crowd storm the balustrades and start demanding desserts, preferable frozen on a stick.