Did anything good happen on this leg?

...yes, but not much.

Slap Yeah, like we didn't all pick up on the stench of Giant Bunch Point Ahead from several thousand miles away.

Slap The Double U-Turn? Still doesn't work. But neither did the U-Turn -- unless by 'work', you mean 'near-automatic death sentence'. Teams interfering with each other through producer machinations is always a chancy proposition. This one has never landed on anything but the house number.

Mini-slap Remember when Phil used to give out details about a task? '...must collect the equivalent of ten American dollars while holding up this fifty-zillion pound trident'. Gosh, that would have been useful.

Slap On the one hand, at least it wasn't the sushi eating challenge, which stood a measurable chance of actually killing a participant. Plus you got to burn off most of the calories along the way. But on the other, it's a search task. Across a half-mile long apartment building. With donuts.

Slap And here we are at the beginning of the Communist collapse -- and, having spent about three seconds at the site, here we leave.

Slap From what I could tell, the judgment criteria for the dance branch was 'Keep them here until you can't stand to look at them any longer.'

Clap And now that we have nearly all of them in costume, here's a homage to The Mole. Pity Tim & Loud skipped out on this, really. (Allowing the others to deduce they'd done so was from the coincidence of timing.)

Clap Go ahead, convince me that 'politeness counts' was in that clue on the first draft. Wonder what the penalty was. Apartment-cleaning would have been nice. (I could have said something about telling them only after the first infraction, but Racers should always know all the details in advance -- even with this group.)