This episode of Traffic School Powered by the Advocates was pure chaos wrapped in asphalt fumes and muffler smoke. It began with Viktor fumbling the intro like a rookie DJ at a middle school dance, then spiraled into a carnival of callers who treated the phone lines like a confessional booth for vehicular sins. Austin tried to lawyer his way into a free pass on his Frankenstein exhaust system with “Google told me so” energy, only to be reminded the law doesn’t bend for muffler.com. Carl—the eternal caller who might secretly live inside the radio tower—showed up twice, once to rant about school zones like a budget Batman and then to casually throw the DMV into existential crisis by asking whether his newly 18-year-old daughter could operate two tons of steel without adult supervision. Somewhere in between, Sunday Sunday Sunday barged in like a used car ad made flesh, Gabe cried about semis tailgating him on Highway 91, and Shannon demanded to know why every jacked-up truck is allowed to spit gravel directly into windshields like a medieval siege weapon. Things escalated when McKenna rage-quit after learning her friend’s electric bike is basically a criminal on two wheels, Butters philosophized about abandoned cars as if prepping for a Mad Max reboot, and Carl (again, because Carl is infinite) attempted to claim squatter’s rights on random vehicles. The hosts clowned on pennies, admitted to getting citations themselves, and invented a new show idea where they prank-call Utah until Utah collectively collapses. Between Cracker Barrel logo outrage, boat-theft side quests, and people earnestly asking if they can tint their windows in “color-shifting anime sparkle mode,” the show dissolved into a surreal DMV fever dream where laws exist but only matter if you’re unlucky enough to get caught. By the end, Lieutenant Crain and Viktor basically begged Idaho to stop being idiots behind the wheel, but let’s be real—next week Carl’s going to call back five times, Sunday will be drinking beer at another car show, and someone’s going to ask if they can drive a tractor through a roundabout while blasting Nickelback at 120 decibels.