All of the teams found the ad quickly, except for Nate and Jen. Yes, even the barely conscious guy who couldn't find giant letters in a field managed to find it before Nate and Jen. It didn't help that a dog kept trying to hump the two of them. It must have mistaken them for a couple of bitches. Easy mistake to make.

Finally, after much bickering, Nate and Jen managed to find the ad. By this point, the other teams had already reached the Detour. The choices were between pasting a six-part movie poster on a wall and stringing together a flower garland for a bridegroom.

Shenanigans

Donald was confident the pasting option was the best because he had worked at a printer's once upon a time. Geez, how many jobs has this guy had? Between this and the panning for gold, I'm beginning to wonder if one of the producers isn't Donald’s brother. If next week's Detour includes a bee-keeping option and Donald reveals that he just so happened to keep bees for a living, I'm calling shenanigans.

Ronald and Christina also chose to do the pasting. Seconds into it, it became clear that the thing that most needed pasting was Ronald's mouth. He pasted the first poster too high, and then slipped back into Grandpa Simpson mode and shouted at Chris for giving him a crate that fell apart when he stood on it. When the local official told them the posters were not in alignment, Ronald turned his rage on him. Chris finally and firmly took charge and, lo and behold, they immediately did much better under her instructions.

Speedbump!

TK and Rachel had their own edge when it came to the other Detour options. Rachel announced she was an expert in flowerology or whatever because she owns a flower shop in real life. Huh, and all this time I thought that was just a euphemism for growing suspicious-looking plants in her back garden.

Before the Goths could even think of even reading the Detour clue, they ran into the much-dreaded Speedbump. They had to complete a series of Yoga exercises. They eagerly dove into it and provided a show of what can only be called Goth-robics. Kynt found the Yoga more stimulating than calming because he couldn't stop staring at Vyxsin’s contortions. See, Goths can be pervy bastards just like us.

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