Total Drama Cul-De-Sac
By: Sounds of Snow
Chapter One: Let the Freak Show Begin Pt. 1.
The cameras had been positioned to face Chris McClain on the docks. The few staff that the power hungry T.V. host bothered to hire were overworked, underpaid, and tired, yet they were bonded to the job by unfair contracts and had no choice but to get ready to start filming the next episode.
Just as his make-up artist finished his face work, Chris shoved him aside, hopped out of his chair, and walked in front of the cameras. Chris gave the thumbs up, and the show began rolling. "Welcome one and all to the next season of Total Drama!" Chris announced. "Turns out, the season four losers were even bigger wimps than the first set of teens. They didn't even last more than one season. Also, that island we used got me into a little bit of trouble with the feds, so we had to relocate."
The shot zoomed out and showed large sandy desert, smack dab in the middle of nowhere. Surrounding a small portion of it was a forty foot tall, barbed wire, electric fence. In the center of this small area were three old buildings which looked like they were thrown together to make last minute homeless shelters.
"Like it?" Chris asked. "I'm standing here in the middle of Arizona where we've constructed decent enough places to live for our contestants this season." He walked over to the nearest building. "Each building was constructed over two days with the finest plywood from Wal-Mart and is powered by the electric circuits from a Nintendo 64 port. This fine architecture is guaranteed to last at least six weeks." Chris patted the side of the wall, causing several pieces of wood to collapse from its poorly built frame. "Okay…, maybe less."
"Just like last season, our contestants will be competing for one million dollars." Chris told the cameras. The shot shifted to a pit filled with old bones and rotting meat. Surrounding the pit, were chairs you might find in a regular old elementary school. "Every elimination challenge, our campers will face judgment at the Eating Pit of Doom." He held up a plate piled with jawbreakers. "Whoever is voted off and does not receive a jawbreaker, will be cast into the Eating Pit of Doom, to be carried away by the legendary Thunderbird."
The shot moved from the side of building to a dirt road leading into the camp. "Any minute now, our Tour Bus of Misfortune will be arriving to bring our welcome sixteen contestants to this scenic nowhere. We've selected a bunch of kids from Minnesota to be on our show this year. They're between the ages of ten and thirteen and to be honest, I have no idea why they agreed to sign up after watching four seasons of this messed up show!" A rumbling began and dirt began to shift across the ground. "Hey, that's them now!"
A few moments later, a grinding of wheels was heard and shifting dirt and gravel began to fill the air. The Tour Bus of Misfortune, nothing more than an old school bus with the Total Drama logo on it rolled into the area.
The doors of the bus opened and out stepped a tall and well built kid. He had thin red hair, a backwards baseball cap, a green shirt with baggy pants, and carried with him a bike. "Hey! Kevin, what shaking my man?" Chris asked.
Kevin looked around his environment and stared back at the host with disgust. "You telling me we'll be hanging out in this bum joint 'till we're kicked off?" he asked.
"Totally," Chris replied.
"What a dork move," Kevin muttered. "You already sound like a kind a guy Eddy would hang with."
"You fault dude," Chris replied. "You totally shoulda known what you were getting' yourself into." The kid wheeled his bike and luggage off screen, leaving Chris to introduce the rest of the contestants.
A tiny red headed girl in a tank top and sky blue pants jumped off the bus next. Beside her was an even tinier boy with blondish white hair, a baby blue shirt and white trousers, and a large retainer that held his teeth in place. They carried matching teddy bear backpacks.
"Sarah, Jimmy," Chris said. "Wow. You two are officially the wimpiest contestants yet. You bring a new low that even Katie and Sadie couldn't bring to this show!"
"What'd you call me you low life, lying T.V. show host jerk!" Sarah shouted. Chris jumped back in shock, not expecting such a violent temper from the small girl.
Jimmy began to cry. "Why does everyone mock my pasty complexion and small frame?" Jimmy curled himself up into a ball and began to cry. Sarah picked up the scared child and gave Chris an angry stare.
"Why don'tcha pick on someone your own size, will yah?" Sarah shouted at Chris. She carried the crying boy off screen, leaving a snickering Chris.
"I like her attitude." Chris said to the audience. "Not sure how her motherly affection for the brat's gonna play, but man- her fire is gonna make for some great reality T.V.!"
Next came a tan child with a bald head, abnormally plain and messy clothing, carrying only a hunk of wood with a smiley face drawn on it in crayon. "Johnny, I'm gonna be honest here. When I heard you were actually able to get that Plank thing onto the show as a contestant, I was a bit surprised. I mean, how're we supposed to give a hunk of wood a million dollars if it by some chance wins?"
"Great!" Johnny yelled. "Now me and Plank gotta spend the show with a wood hating host." Johnny held the hunk of wood up to his ear, causing confusion with the host. "Plank says, 'Racist people are the epitome of this world's problems!'"
Johnny huffed at Chris and walked out of the shot. "Um… okay…" Chris said awkwardly.
Next to enter was a tall stocky boy with bluish gray hair and faintly tan skin, a yellow shirt with a single red stripe, and simple jeans. Behind him, he pulled large crate which seemed to be making animal noises as the boy cursed to himself in third person.
"Uh… whatcha got there Rolf?" Chris asked, awkwardly looking at the box.
"Poppycock!" Rolf shrieked, surprising the host. "How is Rolf to run his farm if Rolf does not bring his livestock to the site of the tele-show? I ask you, is it not simple sense?" Rolf grunted and continued pulling his box with him.
"Yah… I don't know about that kid…" Chris muttered. He looked up towards the bus. "And here comes our trio of misfits!"
Out of the bus stumbled a skinny boy with a pasty complexion, overly sanitized and dull clothes, and a large beanie hat; a tiny boy in a yellow polo with chained jeans and thin brown hair; and a tall and dim looking child with an oversized green coat and a body odor capable of knocking out a horse.
"Ed, Eddward…, and Eddy?" Chris said, sort of unsure if what he said was right. "Did you parents have any originality or creativity when naming you?"
"My mom made sure I packed my finest underwear!" Ed shouted randomly. He reached into his gym bag which he'd brought with him and pulled out one pair of underwear. "See! And the only clean pair it was." Ed smiled dumbly and pulled a chunk of buttered toast from inside his bag and began to munch on it.
Chris McClain looked at the boy with digust. "I think I would've preferred Owen to this guy." Chris stated.
"Salutations," Eddward said, introducing himself to Chris. He slipped a rubber glove over his right and shook hands with the host of the show. "I'm Eddward, or as my friends call me, Double D." he introduced. "It's a pleasure to be on this show, but I'd hope our… accommodations… are better than those of previous seasons."
"Oh yah, you crib is over there." Chris replied, pointing at the mess of wooden boards in the background.
"Oh dear," Double D whispered. "Judging by the type of wood used, structural design, and choice of location; we'll be lucky to have those buildings last a week."
"Well aren't you the smart one," Chris said. "Now move it shrimp, this is twenty-two minute show!" Chris commanded, shoving Double D out of his way.
Eddy strutted into the cameras proudly, acting as if he'd already won. "Chris baby," Eddy said smoothly. "You and I both know that's ten times better than the rest of these losers on this barren scrap of land, so just hand me the check and we can keep this show down to one episode."
"Not likely." Chris replied. "Besides, the longer you twerps stay here, the more I can torture you and make you wish you weren't here."
"Please!" Eddy shouted. "I've seen your stupid show. I could do these challenges in my sleep."
"Oh really tough guy," Chris asked. "My guess is you'll be gone within the first three episodes."
"Oh yah, well I'll prove you dead wrong!" Eddy retorted. "Ed!" The boy with the green jacket came rocketing towards his tiny pal. "Carry me off towards the losers over there."
"Camel express four-one-one is here Eddy," Ed replied, laying down on all fours. Eddy jumped on and Ed began to gallop towards the other recently arrived campers.
Next off the bus were three more girls. They all dressed hand-me-down clothes, and wore check nail polish and makeup. Noticeably, one girl had curly red hair which covered her eyes and was taller than the rest, one girl had bluish gray hair and was shorter and tanner than the others, and the last girl had long iron damaged blonde hair and large buck teeth.
"Lee, Marie, May; how goes it with your…" Chris tried to look for the right word, looking at the grotesque girls. "Um… fashion?"
Lee craned her neck and stared at her surroundings. "What're yah givin' me for?" she asked Chris. "This dump ain't any better than our trailer park."
"Way tah go May!" Marie shouted towards her blonde sibling. "You booked us for a show with no decent place to sleep."
"Maybe if you watched this stupid show, you'd know it was a crummy deal!" May replied, lisping her words.
"It ain't all bad girls," Lee said with a smile. "They brought us a couple of hotties." The other two looked around and spotted three Eds, trying to hide behind the rest of the group.
"It's our boyfriends!" May yelled with excitement.
"Come 'ere muffin top." Marie called to the kid with the beanie. "Wanna split a million dollars with a fancy dame like me?"
"KANKERS!" The Eds all screamed in fear. The three boys tried to run from their newly arrived stalkers as the Kankers chased after then with great speed and passion. The girls began shouting mushy words and phrases at their "boyfriends" as they ran in fear.
"Wow, I've seen a lot of love triangles on this show, but that is just pushing it." Chris said. "Okay, let's see our next contestant; Nazz!" A stunning girl in a two layer tank-top and shirt, with short golden hair, and wowing blue eyes walked off the bus, carrying two duffels with her.
"Whoa!" Chris exclaimed. "That- Is- SOMETHING!"
"Hey dudes." Nazz glanced around the desert and spotted the fragile structures in the background. "Whoa, did you guys get like- budget cuts or something?" she asked.
"Nah," the host replied. "It's just really hard getting money to build you guys stuff when I have to get to my place out here."
"Where are you staying?" Nazz asked.
"My crib is down fifty k' that way." Chris replied, pointing towards the mountains down the long dusty road in the far distance. "It takes a lot of fuel to commute here and there, so we have to give you all only the essentials."
"So what- you're just gonna leave us with terrible living conditions." Nazz asked.
"Hey, do you want a chance at the million or not, sweetheart?" Chris asked sternly.
Nazz sighed, "Whatever." She picked up her bags and wandered over towards Kevin, blushing as she stood next to him.
"And here comes-"
"Wait a second!" Eddy interrupted Chris, prying himself out of Lee's grip. "This is everyone from the cul-de-sac. Who else is there?"
"I'm glad you asked." Chris replied. "See, we needed sixteen kids for this show, and even with that wooden board, we only got thirteen contestants. So I did some more advertising in the Peach Creek – Lemon Brook area, and found three more kids." Almost psychically, another bus rolled up just as Chris finished talking. Three kids exited the old doorway.
One was a tall boy who sported a football jersey, cargo pants, short cut blonde hair, and a Lemon Brook Jr. High gym bag. Another was a skinny boy with a light tan, a fancy suit, a fancy hair cut, and ten Italian briefcases. Lastly was a girl with dark skin, braided hair, a silky red dress, and glasses.
"This is Jack," Chris introduced pointing at the athletic boy, "Benedict," he continued while pointing at the rich looking boy, "and Hope." He finished, addressing the dark skinned girl.
"Hey!" Kevin yelled at jack. "I know you! You play for the Lemon Brook football team."
"Oh?" Jack responded sarcastically. "The one that kicks your school to curb every year- oh right that is us."
"What're you doing here?" Kevin snorted with anger.
"Well, a million dollars would be nice," Jack replied. "But a chance to see you kicked off before me would be a nice consolation."
"Too bad you're gonna get neither." Kevin replied, puffing his chest out. "I'm going for the cash and there ain't a thing you can do to stop me."
"Hah!" Eddy laughed. "Don't waste your breathe, shovel-chin. That goes double for you, Jacky-boy. I'm gonna win the mullah then split if with Ed and Double D for some luscious jawbreakers."
Kevin and Jack took one look at Eddy and burst into laughs. "Yah right, half-pint," Jack jeered. "Tell yah what, though. You can keep all the spare change from T.V.s, consoles, and sports equipment I'm gonna buy."
"I already own twenty times what all of you are going to intend on buying." Benedict said flatly, pulling at an extraordinary amount of cash as proof. "Father simply sent me here as a chance to interact with other children; foolish man. He should know by now that money is a man's best friend." Benedict then went to counting the bills in his hand one by one.
"Plank says that that wad of cash was his brother." Johnny shrieked.
"Oh?" Benedict asked, looking at the piece of wood. "How unfortunate," he muttered before carelessly going back to count his cash.
The girl surveyed her newly acquired cast, before locking eyes with someone who was actually familiar to her. "Eddward?" Hope asked curiously.
"Hope?" Double D replied in equal shock.
"You know that chick?" Eddy asked.
"I love chickens!" Ed yelled.
"Hope is in my advanced chemistry class back in school." Double D told Eddy. "I didn't know you too had signed up for this barbaric game show." Double D said to Hope.
"Well, law school isn't cheap, you know." Hope said nervously. "I've decided to win to better benefit my studies."
"It's good to know we came here for similar reasons." Double D said to her.
Johnny held Plank up to his ear. "Plank says that those two were made for each other!" Double D and Hope blushed.
"Hey baby sister!" Ed called to Sarah.
Sarah twisted her head towards Ed. "Ugh! What is it stupid and gullible older brother?" she asked with disgust.
"Do you think we'll both be in the final-" Ed paused. He began to motion with his fingers, trying to count up to the right number. "A- seven- three- B- Q- Double V- ten- X-" Ed went on like that for about another thirty seconds. "Two?" Ed finished, holding up eight fingers.
Sarah laughed. "Yah right Ed!" She put her arm around Jimmy. "Me and Jimmy are gonna be in the final two."
"Oh." Ed said back. "How about the final-" Ed repeated the same process he'd used to get to two. "Three?" He asked.
"Sure Ed." Sarah grumbled. "Whatever you wanna tell yourself."
"Hooray!" Ed chanted proudly. "Time to celebrate with buttered toast and some jam gravy donuts!"
"Maybe later, Ed." Chris corrected. "Right now, it's time to head to the mess hall. And before that, a commercial break. See you in a flash on-" As Chris spoke, the shot flashed out to get a larger view of the surroundings. "Total- Drama- Cul-De-Sac!" For a moment, the shot stayed the same, but flashed out just as Chris said, "Seriously? Who picked this title?"
The commercial break ended and the picture returned to show the mess hall. The building was a worn apart and tattered building which made Camp Wawanakwa's dining area look like a safe haven. Like at the old location, there were two tables for the contestants, a serving counter, and a large kitchen which expanded behind the serving counter.
Behind a serving counter was large brutish man with dark skin, no hair, and a terrible personality. "My name is Chef Hatchet!" the man yelled at the sixteen new contestants. "I will serve you food three times, and you either eat it, or go hungry!" Chef shouted.
"That's chipper with me, boss." Ed replied.
"What was that?" Chef snarled. "So you want food huh? Well here yah go!" Chef grabbed a large barrel full of what appeared to be a pasty protein substitute, and dumped it all over the dumb child.
What Chef didn't expect was to see the boy downing the food as though it were a dish for the gods. "Yum," Ed degreed through a mouthful of slop. "Can you make gravy cakes?" Chef frowned and went back into the kitchen. He returned with two small baskets that were filled with fruit. He placed them onto the table on the right.
Chris walked in front of the table with bowl filled with slips of paper. "I'm going to be drawing you names from this bowl, one by one." Chris explained. "Behind me are two baskets; one filled with peaches, the other filled with lemons. When I call your name, come up and pick a fruit of your choice."
Chris dug into the bowl and retrieved a slip of paper. "Sarah."
Sarah walked over to the peach basket and withdrew a peach. She glanced over at the lemon basket and remarked, "Ugh! Who'd choose a lemon?"
"Just go stand over on the left side of the room." Chris directed. Sarah strutted over to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall with her fruit.
Chris grabbed for another slip of paper. "Rolf."
"In the old country, those who choose sweet over sour are to be pronounced as babies for life, so Rolf will take the lemon." Rolf explained. He grabbed a lemon and was directed to the right side of the room.
"Lee." Lee grabbed a peach and joined Sarah.
"Double D." he too chose a peach and went to the left.
"Nazz." The blonde girl chose the peach and joined those on the left side of the room.
"Jack." Jack walked over to the baskets. For a moment, he thought of choosing a lemon, but the beauty that was Nazz caught his attention. He smiling, believing he could score points with her if they were both on the same team, so he picked the peach and joined what were now five people on the left side of the room.
"For the sake of Nana, will no one not be a baby and choose a lemon!" Rolf exclaimed, sulking on the right side of the room alone.
Chris snatched another piece of paper from the basket. "Hope." He announced. The girl waltzed over to the two baskets.
"I've never much cared for peaches." Hope said to no one in particular. "Too sweet- I guess I'll join Rolf." She picked up a lemon and departed for the right side of the room.
"Finally, smart Double D Ed-boy doppelganger girl has come to her wits." Rolf said triumphantly. "Your quintet of shame on the other side is weak. Bask in your humiliation, vegans of manliness!"
The five on the left side of the room gave Rolf a blank stare. "It's just fruit, dude." Nazz said to Rolf.
Chris dug into his bowl for another slip. "Jimmy." Chris announced. The small boy walked over the baskets and stared at both, unsure what to pick.
"Sarah!" Jimmy called to friend. "I don't know what to pick."
"Pick the peach Jimmy." Sarah advised. "We can be together."
Jimmy's face lit up. "Okay." He said happily. He picked up the sweet fruit and skipped happily to Sarah. The two embraced together in a warm hug.
"Ed."
"Peaches for Ed!" Ed called. He dashed over to the bowl and began rubbing one of the peaches against his face. "I like the way it feels like fuzzy to my face." Ed announced.
"Just go over to the left side." Chris ordered, annoyed. Ed galloped stupidly to the left side of the room. Chris drew another sheet. "Plank."
Johnny held Plank up to his ear. "Plank says, 'Lemons are good for disinfecting.'"
Chris gave Johnny an uncaring look. "What the heck is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know," Johnny replied. "But I guess Plank wants a lemon." Johnny grabbed a lemon and set the sour fruit and his wooden board friend by the right wall with Rolf and Hope.
"May." Chris called.
"I wanna be with big Ed!" May yelled excitedly. She picked a peach and ran to the right wall next to Ed.
"Wait a second." Double D realized. "I only counted eight fruit in each basket. How can you continue this if all that's left is lemons?"
"Like this," Chris explained. "Everyone who's left can grab a lemon and report to the right wall with Rolf, Hope, and Plank."
"Wait a second," Eddy interrupted. "We don't even get a choice?"
"Nope," Chris replied. "Now do what I say or you're off the show."
"But I want to be with my man-hunk!" Marie complained, referring to Double D.
"Yah, and I wanna be with Eddy." Lee griped.
"Do what I say or you're off my show!" Chris reinforced.
The sides split and eight kids lined each wall. The left side commanding peaches and the right side armed with lemons.
"Now, those who have peaches; Sarah, Lee, Double D, Nazz, Jack, Jimmy, Ed, and May- you're from this point forward, Team Peach Creek!" said Chris. He tossed them a flag which was entirely red except for a lone orange peach which was smack dab in the middle.
"Now, those who have lemons; Rolf, Hope, Plank, Johnny, Marie, Kevin, Eddy, and Benedict- you're Team Lemon Brook!" Chris announced. He tossed them a flag which was completely blue except for a bright red lemon in the middle.
"Nice originality." Kevin stated. "What did it take you, two seconds of research, to come up with these clever team names?"
"Shut it," Chris said. "It's time to introduce another feature of this show, the confessional."
The cameras went to static and cut back to a different location.
Confessional – Chris: Chris stood in what appeared to be the ribcage of some long deceased whale which might have once swam through this desert. He looked into the camera and began to talk. "Like past seasons, we've brought in the confessional as a factor. Inside this animal carcass, you will be free to speak as you wish, and may I say, it stinks in here." He finished as he covered his nose and fled.
Confessional – Eddy: "Just my luck," Eddy said, looking disappointedly into the camera. "I'm stuck on a team with shovel-chin! I can't work with that jerk. He'll mess up everything and constantly make us lose." Eddy's mood shifted. "Not that that matters. The handsome Eddy is in the house. My team loves me too much to vote me off."
Confessional – Double D: "Filthy, filthy, filthy!" Double D shrieked while covered with a gas mask, a face shield, rubber gloves, and a wet suit. "FILTHY, FILTHY, FILTHY!"
Confessional – Jimmy: "Sarah promised me we'd make it to the final two," Jimmy told the camera while clutching a stuffed rabbit. "Mr. Yum-yum and I are so excited. I could just piggy on all the creampuffs I brought right now."
Confessional – Ed: Ed was happily munching on a box of creampuffs which had no doubt come from Jimmy's bag. "I got visited by the Danish fairy." Ed said through a mouthful of dough and whipped cream.
Confessional – May: "I get to be on the same team as Ed." She said giddily. "This is the best day of my life."
Confessional – Benedict: "The living conditions here are absolutely outrageous. I'd call my father to have him suspend me from this competition, if then executives hadn't suspended my phones, pagers, and internet connectable devices." Benedict explained. "I feel as though I'm being clustered in by these rapscallions."
The shot fell to static again and cut back to the competitors, eating their fruits as they sat and waited for Chris. The left table housed Team Peach Creek and the right housed Team Lemon Brook. At Peach Creek's table, it was uncomfortably silent, while Team Lemon Brook still had yet to stop arguing.
"So," Double D began, trying to break the eerie silence his team was having. "I say we should come up with a strategy to crush the other team."
"But we don't even know the challenge yet," Nazz stated.
"Why should we even care what the challenge is?" Jack asked. All eyes on the team diverted to their sporty teammate. "Just look at the other team. Kevin and the midget kid keep fighting, the bald guy talks to a piece of wood, Benedict isn't anything but a rich kid who's been cut off from his funds, that black girl has no physical attributes, and Rolf and Marie are just strange." Everyone nodded at most of these statements. "We could crush this team in our sleep."
Everyone cheered in agreement with a newfound boosted confidence, all except for Double D. "Even still, I think we should at least go in with a rough cut battle plan." He argued.
"Just keep my boyfriend and his little playmate fighting." Lee suggested. "They'll be a distraction for the whole team."
"I like the way you think, Lee." Jack replied, very impressed. "To think I misjudged you as just some random junky from downscale waste yard." He whispered. Unfortunately, Lee happened to have keen ears.
"What was that last part punk?" Lee asked in a threatening manner.
"Yah, you got something to say to my sister?" May continued, backing her sister up.
"No, no ladies! We're a team, and that's how we'll stay." Jack said. "We're gonna conquer whatever Chris has got to throw at us."
"Plus with big Ed around, we're sure to win." May added, snaking her arm around Ed.
"Ah!" Ed screamed. "I've been infected by a Kanker's infested skin from the bowels of Cinderella." Ed's roar brought the whole team into a fit of awkward silence.
"Jeepers Sarah, Ed is giving me the spooks." Jimmy shivered. Sarah pulled Jimmy into a hug.
"It's okay Jimmy." Sarah comforted. She turned to her brother. "ED!" She yelled. "If you scare Jimmy one more time I'm gonna throttle you like chew toy!"
"No Sarah! No chew toy! No Kanker! Bad for Ed! Bad for Ed!" Ed chanted as he began to dash around the mess hall in fear.
"My brother the idiot," Sarah mumbled.
The shot changed to the confessional.
Confessional – Jack: "So my team has potential, but we're still kind of a mess. I can fix that. Besides, what could go wrong?"
Confessional – Rolf: Rolf was staring blanking at the camera. "What is this? Is this a joke?" Rolf observed the camera with an almost scary look of anger and curiosity. "You stealing Rolf's soul with your film box?" Rold then punched the camera, turning the picture into static.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, Kevin and Eddy were locked in a fierce griping session. "Listen here, dorky! I'm the captain of this team and if you wanna stay on this team you're gonna do what I say, when I say. Got it dorko?"
"You listen here Kev," Eddy retorted. "You're just a blabbermouth biker who doesn't have any brains or strategy. If you wanna see yourself get anywhere in this show, then you're gonna listen to me. Any questions?"
"Yah. What makes you so special, other than your dwarfism?" Kevin asked.
"Why is your head big enough to replace a sewer cap?" Eddy snapped.
"I'm the leader here!"
"I call bull on that!"
"Your opinion doesn't mean anything, dork!"
"Shut it shovel-chin!"
"Oh my god, all they do is fight!" Marie groaned. "This team's a load of bologna if yah ask me."
"If we pull ourselves together and seize arguing, we may have a chance." Hope contradicted.
"That is a doubtful notion." Benedict replied. "Our team has only two real civilized human beings, you and me, Hope. The rest of us are slobs, lunatics, and deranged barbarians. The other team is equipped with sports players, leaders, geniuses, and those of great power. We are simply inadequate."
"If we keep talking like that, then of course we will be." Hope told him. "But if we can band together, we may just succeed."
"Rolf agrees with the words of Double D Ed-boy doppelganger girl." Rolf agreed. "Where Rolf is from, men of brotherhood band together during goatsenslacking and build the greatest fritter for the town!"
Hope awkwardly replied, "Yes well… I'm sure that was encouraging."
"Plank says it was the second most moving thing he ever heard." Johnny stated.
"I sure didn't feel a thing." Marie groaned. "This sucks, big time."
"That's what yah get for being a sour puss." Johnny told Marie.
Marie turned red and glared angrily at the strange boy. "Say that again and I'll tear that board of yours in half!"
"No!" Johnny shouted while defense guarding Plank. "You can't. Uh… you'll be short a player!"
"News flash baldy, it's a hunk of wood." Marie snorted. "We're already short a player." Johnny huffed and turned away from Marie, leaving her to sulk. At that very moment, Chris came back into the mess hall.
"Kick it into high gear people." Chris shouted. "It's time for our challenge!"
(Just because Jimmy is out doesn't mean you cannot vote for him as most deserving to win in my poll. I might bring contestants back later in the season, so who knows? Anything is possible...)
(P.S. I am going to be doing a rotation schedule. I will on a chapter of Ed, Edd n Eddy's Quest for the Pure Hearts, then I will work on one chapter of Total Drama Cul-De-Sac, and continue like that on a rotation schedule for my writing.)
