Kiell Smith-Bynoe finds himself playing bingo without any shoes on, Mae Martin plays an unusual but potentially brilliant drum solo and all the comedians create boats to carry eggs, in a race involving eggs in boats.

Mae Martin immediately forgets the only rule to a task. Greg Davies demands to be educated about history, but the five comics only seem to know about the year 1066. And there's paint, stomping, poor time keeping and some impressively sneaky prizes.

The comics retrieve pineapples from a pond and inventively repurpose umbrellas. And in a fitting climax, Frankie Boyle goes to town on a gigantic cat scratching post.

For the comics final act, they contemplate using a hose, have an incredibly intense game of face-changing chess with Alex, and create something soothing for two very specific professions. Who'll reign supreme in this truly unparalleled gladiatorial arena?

Greg Davies and Alex Horne return as Frankie Boyle, Ivo Graham, Jenny Eclair, Kiell Smith-Bynoe, and Mae Martin unravel some string, throw toilet brushes, and dance around a giant golden pineapple.

Alex Horne splits his band five ways for a task, which inspires Jenny Eclair to impart her wisdom about piles. Meanwhile, Frankie Boyle has strong opinions about golf.

Taskmaster Greg puts the comedians' memory and musicality to the test. Frankie Boyle impresses with his falsetto. Kiell Smith-Bynoe wows everyone with his spoon retrieval abilities. And Mae Martin fakes their way into Alex Horne's wallet.

Greg and Alex take things up a notch by introducing a pulper to proceedings. Jelly babies cause friction between the teams. And we discover that Mae Martin and Ivo Graham's go-to noun is 'duck'.

Jenny Eclair has a lovely time sitting on a chair, new potatoes cascading onto her head. But Ivo Graham just thinks it's stupid. And who can keep it together for the all-important sausage quiz?

It's time to meet everyone's imaginary friends in a domestic and poignant setting. Greg Davies has some tricky judging to do when people question the definition of the colour gold, and nobody understands a simple egg-shelling task.