We start the show with Ali congratulating the teams for making it to Week 8. She says they need to use the time there to the best of their advantage because Americans look to them for hope and inspiration. Obesity is sweeping the nation, and they are helping stop it. They'll be spending the next seven days, helping America be happier. Our contestants looks around, guffawing and confused. And then Ali let's them in on the news that they are off to Washington DC! They are all excited to see their favorite historic figure: Dolly Madison.

Becca is excited because she's a political science major and wants to be Barack Obama. Yeah, that makes sense. Competing on a reality show is definitely the best route to political success. Then again, Barack IS from the Southside of Chicago. I guess that kinda counts as a version of "Survivor." Both have similar amounts of goat blood and desperation. On the plane, everyone is super excited to fit into the seats without needing a seat belt extender. Daniel then plugs Jet Blue by saying that it has a lot of leg room and really accommodates his fleshy thighs. They are lucky that this is 2009 and not 2002. Did anyone else fly to DC right after 9/11? You weren't allowed to stand up on the plane AT ALL, lest you wanted the plane to be diverted into an emergency landing. So had Rudy, for example, shifted around to adjust his big self in the uncomfortable seat or tugged out a wedgie, he would be instantly tased. Pity.

Danny tells us that just a week ago he was the fat guy on the couch, but now he's in DC. DC, you see, has a weight limit. You have to stand on a giant scale before being allowed through the emerald gates. Fatties Forboden. Does Danny remind anyone else of Billy Ray Cyrus, by the way? Maybe it's just the soul patch and the voice, but there's definitely a shared quality there. If Billy Ray accomplished so much with nothing but a mullet and one terrible song, then my money is on Danny for the win.

Our chubby buddies make it to DC and meet Ali on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial. Also there are Bob and Jillian. And here I thought that terrorists weren't allowed in DC! How did Jillian possibly make it there without getting tased on the plane? I would have thought the Air Marshal would have socked her in the mouth the second she started doing push-ups on the pilot's back. Anyway, Ali says something about Jefferson preserving rights and somehow that segues into how they'll be competing as individuals instead of on teams. So they all put on their original shirt colors.

Ali points out that Shay is still more than 400 pounds but only has two pounds left. But now it's time for the pop challenge! Jillian and Bob are giving a public work-out at the Washington Monument. The challenge is to get as many people there as they can. Whoever gets the most people there within 60 minutes, wins. They'll pass out stickers with their names on them to identify people they've found. The winner will get a big advantage at the next challenge and will get to have Subway for dinner. Somewhere, Jared Fogel is feeling very uncomfortable...

And they're off! Everyone has a strategy when luring people. Amanda and Daniel use their "fame" from the past season. Allan targets his brotherhood of firefighters. Liz acts like a pathetic old woman and vies for the sympathy vote. Tracey uses fear tactics by barking at passersby and bulging her eyes out at them. And I don't know what Danny is doing. But I bet his soul patch is worried by his low performance in this challenge. It's pretty obvious from early on that Amanda and Daniel are splitting the vote. Tracey and Danny are pretty much doing horribly. Rudy is nowhere to be found. So that leaves it between Allan and Liz.

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