Previously on Joe Schmo 2: We met Ingrid and Tim, two kids with hearts of gold looking for love in the absolute wrong, yet deliciously funny, place. Ingrid went all Nancy Drew on everyone, looking for that lost chest or something. Tim wondered how Bryce the psycho passed the tests to get on the show. Tim, have you met Jerri? Batty Jan? Toni? Rita the drunk gets, well, “drunk” and misses out on her chance for a pearl necklace. After the tribal council, Ingrid becomes more wary due to the “speeches”, and immediately gets out her fingerprint kit and luminol, determined to break the case. The cast and crew are left scrambling to avoid an early Scooby-Doo cancellation finale.
The scrambling continues as this week’s episode begins. Ideas are flying around the production room like those damn flying roaches on my back porch.
“How could you let this happen? You said she was a blonde, dammit!”
“Well, sir, …”
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“Don’t well me son! We need to pull out the big ones on this! Let’s see, how about a challenge involving a boat, some sharks with laser beams on their fricking heads, and a plank, like in that pirate movie.”
“How about we try to just throw interpersonal conflict in, encourage the cast to make sure Ingrid gets served.”
“Ok, but if that fails, I want the sharks. And the fricken laser beams.”
Ambrosia the Bitch gets the enviable job of putting Ingrid in her place. The two go to “get a drink”, and Ingrid relishes in the fact that she is the first to have conflict in the house. Wow. I’m impressed. Actually, I’m really impressed with Ambrosia. She passes Ingrid’s lie detector test and we’re taken to our first commercial.
Commercial summary: Eat Taco Bell. Play this cool video game. You can’t always get what you want (C2, Coke’s new Atkins-targeted low carb cola. Save your self the gagging, it sucks). Play a video game anywhere. Rent games from Blockbuster. See the new Michael Moore movie. HDTV is kewl. Bowflex still makes sexy bodies. Ooh, the Godfather uncut.
Back to the show. TJ tells Tim that Bryce the psycho hypnotized him, and the two decide to have some fun, and let Psycho hypnotize them. With a pen. A pen? Wait, did Tim just say Psycho was a feminie hygiene product? Bryce insists that he hypnotized Tim and TJ, and that when they hear a certain phrase, they will feel itchy. The phrase is some type of swimming method.
At dinner, Tim almost wets his pants as he and TJ begin on cue to scratch, and Bryce tries to prove he has hypnotized them to the rest of the folks. Ingrid puts down the blood and hair samples she has collected long enough to laugh till she cries at the notion of Bryce’s belief in the hypnotism.
Bryce plays upset when Tim comes clean about his and TJ’s joke. Ingrid tells them to “let it go”. Good advice, Nancy Drew.
Commercial summary: Not even worth it anymore. They always repeat the same annoying ones.