- One,
two,
three.
- All right, guys. I'm going to go for it.
- A jump from the upright head is risky,
but going back would cost valuable time.
I think I'd jump.
Yeah, because I don't backtrack.
- There's no way someone's doing this without falling in.
Here we go.
One,
two,
three.
- Oh, my.
- How did you do that?
- Oh my God. I did it you guys.
- Mama mia that's a jump,
but it comes at a cost.
Shadi landed pretty much directly on her own chin.
Shadi's one tough mama.
After all she did give birth to twins.
- Decide where you-
- Fall forward.
- Can I go on this step?
- Do it.
- Mitchell trying desperately to be
the first triplet across.
- Do it.
- Oh my God.
- No.
- Wow. Let's see that again.
Only this time accompanied by classical music.
- No.
No.
- You feel like you can make that?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay. Ready?
- We got to get moving.
- Yeah.
Yes.
- Oh.
- Yes that's it.
- Okay here you go.
- A huge leap of faith for young Johnny,
but wow, he really took it on the chin for his team.
What a trooper.
- Okay. Joezen...
- Alec and Joezen facing a six-foot leap onto a
very slick trunk.
- Go. Go Joezen.
- Oh no. Joezen got served.
Alec not hesitating, reaching out with his foot
- Oh no.
- Oh, and they're Wimble-done.
Joezen made a perfect jump with all his momentum
his feet just slipped right out from under him.
Then Alec overcompensated by not stepping out far enough.
Now that's a foot fault.
- Right. Don't let the lava scare you remember?
- Her swinging momentum is dissipated.
This could be trouble.
- Oh.
No.
- Mike facing a five-foot leap to a trunk
coated in slick lava. Can he score the team's
first point?
- Oh.
Oh.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- Did Andy just try and head-fake the lava?
Oh, a hard hit but he's on.
Andy's body is taking a beating on these jumps
as he keeps sliding head first into some very hard landings.
It's got to hurt, but on the bright side, it's not me.
- Here we go. Right, here we go.
- Oh no. Scott has struck out
and that's the ballgame.
- You got me?
- I got you.
- You got me?
- Yeah.
- Hey for Nipsey, bro, for Nipsey.
- The marathon continues.
- Yes sir.
- Whoa. That's Lajuan step for Lajuan,
one giant leap for a new apartment.
- Jerrold, you got it.
Just use your momentum to go on the rock.
- Jerrold should have no problem making that huge leap
since he was a point guard on the UCLA basketball team.
- That's extreme upper strength.
- Slam dunk.
Jerrold definitely looks like a basketball player,
but he should have point guarded his face...
or become a gymnast.
With Jerrold's basketball background, netting
that last leap should be no problem.
Oh no. Houston, we've got a problem.
- The lava. No
- Nobody we've seen has reached the telescope yet.
- Oh, Xav.
- Let's go, Teres.
- Oh my, she was almost stepping out for real.
Teresa's forward momentum nearly
put her head first into the lava.
Those jazz hands saved her face from melting.
- Are you okay? Melting? You're fine.
Grab onto it.
- Chemistry teacher, Teresa looking to create
a covalent bond between her and that space rock.
- Let's go T.
Yes. Awesome.
- A covalent bond was formed all right,
between Teresa's face and that rock.
- Face, meet rock.
- Oh no, Dan totally miscalculated that jump.
Ironic.
- Pull up. Save yourself.
- Hold on. Pull yourself up Dan you got this.
- Pull up.
- Hold on. Use calculus.
You always said it was worth something.
- No.
- Oh boy.
Not wanting to follow Dan's footsteps into the lava,
Karl would rather take a flying leap at the moon.
People have been yelling at him to do that for years.
- Oh.
- In space. No one can hear you scream
but everybody heard that.
There's no other way to say it. Karl,
the Geology teacher gets his world rocked.
- The former cheerleader, trying to rah rah rouse
herself. She needs to move fast.
That clock is ticking.
Come on.
Oh no.
Teacher down.
A failing grade for the teachers.
- Oh.
- Oh yes baby. Raffa.
- Yes. Do you need help? All right.
- All right. Hold on, oh.
- Be careful.
- All right.
- No.
No.
- Oh Jen lunged for the table
but her efforts delivered her to the lava.
The jump he's looking to make to that dining table is four
feet. And what's worse? That Jerry's jumping from swivels.
Oh,
no.
- No.
- Taking home the gold medal in self-mutilation is
Dr. DJ with an incredibly painful dismount.
In the face.
- No. Not again. Oh God.
- Get it girl.
You got it.
Just try.
Oh another nurse is down.