Episode Report Card Miss Alli: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Shop Till You Drop
By Miss Alli | Season 2 | Episode 8 | Aired on 04.23.2002
Chris and Alex choose to row, row, row their boat. Gary and Dave do, too, as do Tara and Wil. It becomes pretty clear pretty quickly, however, that Chris and Alex are pretty much going to start the smoking of everybody else's butts right here on this little boat segment. Which is...um, kinda hot, although don't tell anybody I said so.
Blake and Paige are still in the cab, and it's becoming increasingly clear that they're on a very lengthy Hong-Kongian road to nowhere. (It's Blake's jacket. I think it's bad luck, like the Hating-Hats. It might even be unluckier than the Hating-Hats, though it is certainly less annoying.)
Back at the boats, Tara and Wil are struggling a bit, and Gary and Dave are struggling mightily. Dave has a pretty good notion of how to get the boat to operate, but Gary has no clue at all. Dave basically has to spoon-feed instructions to him the entire time, like he's a high school kid stuck doing a family boating activity with his little brother. Or his whiny grandma. Oswald and Danny arrive at the flag, take one look at the teams that are on the boats, and realize that if they boat, they're going to get steamrolled by at least Chris and Alex, and they could easily wind up in as much trouble as Thunk, which has managed to maneuver its boat so that it's bonking directly into a bank of rocks. They chuckle and go for the lion instead. As Danny picks up the lion head and Oswald grabs the tail, Oswald says, "This is gonna be so cool." Anybody who thinks Oswald isn't a perfectly good sport when he needs to be had better just back off, because he is especially fabulous right here. "This is so funny," he gleefully giggles as they walk off under the lion. Hee!
Meanwhile, the Teeth are rapidly decaying in their taxi, with no clue where they're going. It occurs to Blake that the driver probably has a cell phone (he calls this an "epiphany," which I think is a little strong -- as always, a little college vocabulary is a dangerous thing), so he rings up the Hong Kong tourism office. The news is not good. Totally going in the wrong direction. Oops.
Commercials. You know you're going nutty when Kirstie Alley tells you that you look stressed. I think that means you've gone off the deep end a LOT farther down the line than Pier One.
Back in the Teeth cab, Blake hands off the phone to the driver so that the tourism office can give him the directions. This is an okay idea, though I have to say it's not as good as making sure you have a taxi driver who (1) speaks English; and/or (2) knows where you're going, especially if (3) you don't have any idea yourself. They congratulate themselves on how slick they are for cracking the problem, and I certainly hope they know it's all relative.