Episode Report Card Miss Alli: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Personal Dynamics A-Go-Go
By Miss Alli | Season 1 | Episode 4 | Aired on 10.02.2001
Here comes the train. Lenny and Karyn and Rob and Brennan all scamper from it and head for the Coliseum.
"Pit of Death, here I come," says Loud Pushy Frank. Don't tempt me.
Paul and Amie open the clue. "I'll do it," she immediately says. A visibly relieved Paul, who is apparently as afraid of the dark as he is of heights, says in his obligatory way, "Are you sure?" and she says she is. "I gotta pee," she says, "but I'll do it." Paul points out that if she's in the dark, she can pee. In the Coliseum? Geez, Paul, you've already littered in France; does Amie have to urinate on a landmark in Tunisia? I shudder to think what you're going to do next week. I mean, I know he's kidding, but…eww. Team Cockroach almost has some sort of torch-lighting mishap, and then Amie takes off clockwise. "Olympic torch, kiddos!" she yells. How did Amie start growing on me? What is happening to me? Maybe it's me that's been eating the funny mushrooms. Anyway, Paul voices over (correctly) that he did the Eiffel Tower AND the steaming raw sewage, so Amie's going to do the dark stanky caverns. She and Frank are both wandering, as the suspenseful music stalks them. Frank finds the swords and climbs over the gate. He does not, however, fall into the Pit of Death, although he suffers the slightly less serious fate of getting his shirt caught on the spikes. "How're we doing, Ame?" Paul asks. "Not good, babe," she calls back with surprisingly little of the whiny-ass quality she's shown so many times before. Pushing his luck, Paul asks her whether she might be going the wrong way, and she says, "Shut up, please, you're not helping me." Ah, there's our Amie.
Frank and Margarita turn in their sword. "You are number four," they are told. Having apparently recovered from Frank's desperate need to be first (partly because the Bunching has made it clear that it doesn't necessarily matter), they seem to be happy with this news.
Here come Rob and Brennan, lawyering their way up to the Coliseum. When they get there, Brennan takes the torch. "All right, brother," Rob says as Brennan leaves. "Good eyesight. Take the shades off." Heh. Good point, Rob. No sunglasses in the dungeon, for a variety of reasons related to both safety and avoiding becoming a completely ridiculous dork. Lenny and Karyn, of course, are having a petty argument over who's going to go. I swear, I'm going to be happy to see these two go sometime, if only because when they're gone, I won't have to listen to them verbally conking each other with wiffle bats anymore. He says he'll go. "You sure?" she asks. He says he is. Oh, Lenny. You have taken your life in your hands yet again. For some reason, as he leaves, the flame from Lenny's torch seems to be lunging in his direction with particular vigor. Perhaps it, too, is tired of all the fighting.
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