It was a bumpy ride full of bad piloting. As the camera zoomed into the interior of the plane, the audience could easily count fourteen past competitors ready for action as they continued in their targeted destination. The stakes were high this season, and everything is going to go out the window, much like the cast within a few minutes.

A short boy with purple hair and likely suffering from dwarfism spoke confidently. "I am the truest evil this show has ever seen before! And I believe that I deserve more than this useless plane from last time!"

A redheaded girl with her hair tied up into a bun and glasses walked by. "It's very unlikely that this was the same plane, as it went down into the lake and that would require extensive salvaging of the old parts, when it would be much more efficient to rent another zeppelin, or even purchase it depending on McLean's budget, which is rather large if he managed to construct and pay workers to create an artificial island."

"Get it through your head, sidekick!" Max folded his arms, barely able to understand a thing that Scarlett was saying. "You are not my assistant anymore! You tried to usurp your master and ruined my diabolical plans!"

Scarlett crossed her arms and gave him a scolding look of disapproval, and rolled her eyes while walking away deviously. "Well, if you insist, master. I'd much rather watch you struggle while you attempt to make all of you devices come to life without the use of your trust sidekick."

Max smirked, but as she walked off, he desperately tried to follow. "Wait, I've changed my mind! Scarlett?"

He took a few steps around the zeppelin, confused and in search for his partner, until he bumped into a fairly large girl who knocked him over, furious. "Ain't it the little evil genius!" She laughed loud, coughed out a chicken wing, and looked back at him. "You get dust on my special jeans when a lady is eating her chicken, and you're gonna get a beatdown!"

To the left of her, which also intimidated Max who scurried away, was a tanned and luscious looking Spanish male, who could charm the pants off anyone. He sat down on a stool next to Sugar, planning a move. "I do appreciate a women with confidence and appetite."

Sugar glared, after burping loud. "Grandma always taught me to be a loyal lady to the one of you love! And you ain't even the wizard or Grease Pig, so scram!"

Alejandro blew her a kiss, and walked away. "At your service…"

"At your DISSERVICE, sucker!" Sugar laughed manically in a reply while sculling down a cup of bacon grease, while Alejandro was cut off by the devious diva, his girlfriend.

The black haired evil shoved him against the walls of the zeppelin, shooting daggers out of her eyes. "Excuse me? We're in a relationship, which doesn't mean you go flirting with other girls, strategy OR NOT."

Alejandro ran his finger down her cheek in either to sooth her. "Ah, Heather. Your voice is as delicate as those as an angel's!"

"I. HATE. ANGELS." Sugar was eavesdropping in on their conversation, and became infuriated upon hearing those. "Stupid Sally, trying to steal the pageant with your clip on angel wings and cutey patooty little talent! I regret not testing to see if she could fly over that balcony, robbing me of the win!"

Everyone gave her an awkward glance for a few minutes in which she shrugged and returned to snacking, while Heather and Alejandro continued. "An angel? Is that how cheesy you're going to get? I'm a top rated babe, and you're using these crappy praises? Get your priorities straight, or you'll be blasted out of here faster than you can count the fingers on the hands you WALKED ON."

Alejandro sighed soothingly. "That's better, honey." Heather slapped him.

Meanwhile, a slightly tall blonde lady who seemed much older than the cast grinned at her surroundings. "This is going to get interesting!"

"Yuck." A blonde teenage girl in a cheerleading uniform replied obnoxiously. "Aren't you that lowlife lady on TV with like, eighty wrinkles per square inch? You're even worse than in public, missy."

Blaineley gasped, annoyed with Amy's replies. "Unlike you, I'm famous and likable! Beauty fades with age, and I've still got it in me! Can't say the same for you, spare-my."

"EXCUSE ME." Amy slammed her fist down on the bench infront of her, infuriated with her rude reply. "Do you have any idea how miserable I could make your sorry life? God. Even Samey knows her place. Get it through your head! Oh, let me guess, are you going deaf with your age too?"

Blaineley chuckled, arguing back. "Is that why Samey got you eliminated? You can't touch me, I'm worth more than your daddy's bank account."

"Sha-whatever!" A muscly, African-Canadian teenager spoke while flexing his muscles arrogantly, in order to show off. "Lightning is better than both of y'all girls combined! Sha-Bam!"

Beside him, a girl with short, dirty blonde hair and a grey sweatsuit rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed with his garbage. "You're more of a sha-joke, Brightning."

Lightning glared at her, disgusted by her comments and ignorance. "Sha-please, dude, chick, chude, whatever! It don't matter! They say that the haters are jealous, and with Lightning, there's heaps to be jealous of!"

"Please," Jo replied, "I'm even a better athlete than you."

"You did not just insult the Lightning like that!" Lightning crossed his arms. "If people considered you a dude, I'd give you the Lightning Strike!"

A very thin boy with slightly dark skin, a gap between his teeth and tall, spiky hair stood up nervously, holding his arm, feeling slightly out of touch with the cast and incredibly nervous around them. "Well, uh, this isn't too much of a spirited environment if I must say… Oh…" He looked into a locket Zoey gave him before they left for the show, and smiled. "Zoey…"

The girl beside him frowned, rolling her eyes. She looked quite formal and had light brown hair, which wasn't too long. "You actually missed her, Mike?"

"Well, uh, she is my girlfriend?" Mike nervously replied to her, smirking. "You don't have to be so bitter, Courtney."

She folded her arms, taking deep offence to his comments. "First of all, I'm NOT bitter, you're just so delusional. And secondly, I have no idea what you see in her. She's just some nice rebound girl with no class whatsoever. And thirdly, if you want to win this, keep your head in the game and away from love. Some advice from a great player known as moi. Now you better hope you're not on my team."

Mike smiled, slightly boosted from these comments. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Courtney replied back. "I'm being serious. Forget this lame peptalk even happened at all, and just, move away from me."

He followed her directions and took a few steps to the side, while Courtney took a sip of the juice from the plane. "Courtney? There you are! My boy-girl-whatever-friend!" These words caught her off guard as she spat out the juice.

It was very familiar, and she was concerned. "S-Scott? Is that you?"

"Courtney!" He hugged her tightly, and she clenched her nose from the wicked stench he had carried behind. "Oh, uh, sorry, heh, you still got the ring I gave you? Because my shoe is kind of lose, and heh… I kind of need a shoelace."

Courtney pulled the dirty thing out of her pocket, and shoved it into his chest and walked away. "I'm not here to win any hearts."

Scott frowned, not happy by this. "What do you mean?"

"It's over." Courtney coldly replied.

Scott smelled his armpits, even horrified by his own odour. "Wait! I'll use deodorant! I promise! Courtney!"

The pierced delinquent beside him chuckled on the plane, trying to keep still as it slightly rocked around. "Ah. Gives me memories of the days when I was dating that annoying brat of a CIT. Terrible times."

The other male beside him, hailing from Hawaii and known for his sexy body looked into a mirror after brushing his hair. "Courtney. That girl shoved me off a building. Thank Canada I realised that I was the real beauty among us."

Duncan couldn't help but break into laugher upon hearing this. "Dude, are you hearing yourself?"

"It's called honesty," Justin replied gracefully, "my agent recommended it."

Duncan continued laughing, until the plane shook abruptly, causing the lights to flicker for a few seconds. "Dude, did you hear that?"

"What?" Justin replied arrogantly. "Was it my paparazzi?"

"Dude, no," He tried to explain, only for it to go even crazier, as he was knocked to the ground and stuff started spilling. "This is what I'm talking about!" He yelled out, struggling to say it with the aircraft rocking around.

Sugar rolled across the floor, cheering. "Yeehaw! Is the world ending or something? This feels just like a jumping castle, y'know, before I pop it!" However, her happiness was ended when a table slammed her in the head. "Bonkers!"

Back on the beach, Chris McLean stood in front of a camera, eager to begin. "You've just seen our cast selection this season, and I didn't even need to introduce them." He shot a glance to his watch. "They should hit the ground, in roughly, three-ten seconds?"

Back in the plane, Scarlett lifted open a crate and her prediction was correct. Grabbing a parachute, she dived out of the plane, while her sidekick screamed her name. "Scarlett! You minion! Wait for your mas-ahhhh!"

Max was rocked out of the plane without a parachute, while everybody was panicking until they realised that they needed to get a parachute and escape. There was pushing and screaming among them to get one before they ran out.

While in midair, Scarlett's parachute opened up successfully, while she watched her "sidekick" fall to his death with an evil glance, but was upset when a bird knocked him out of his course and he landed into the water.

"It's a pity. I was expecting him to hit the sand in roughly fourteen seconds with no chances whatsoever of survival. My expectations were not exceeded, thanks to the bird that ruined it all. I guess I'll be putting up with this dwarfism suffering imbecile for the duration of the competition." ~ Scarlett's Confessional.

Chris smiled, as Max clawed himself out of the water. "You do realise there were parachutes, bro?" Chris laughed. "Well, uh, I should probably call you kid! You don't seem old enough to be a bro!"

"Silence!" Max folded his arms. "I am your master now!"

As Max walked across the sand, Scarlett panicked as she attempted to steer her way away from Max but didn't react fast enough, causing her to slam into him on impact, much to Chris's enjoyment. "Minion!"

"I sincerely apologize." Scarlett shot daggers at him.

"Falling from a plane?" Heather muttered after her parachute successfully worked, making her fall much slower. "Get more original Chris."

However, her parachute snapped off and she was left falling to her demise while she screamed in horror, only to be caught by her trusty boyfriend. "Ah, Heather. Chica, you're always falling right into my arms."

"Cut it out!" Heather replied, while Alejandro ran his hand down her cheek, and they kissed while slowly descending to the ground.

"Yuck." Chris rolled his eyes, as everyone eventually began to arrive on the sand, and once they did, he would resume his job as the host. "Alright, settle down. As you can tell, you're like, fourteen of the most notorious villains on the show, with a few exceptions! This is why you're being brought back for the special sixth season of TOTAL DRAMA!"

Max clapped his hands. "I just knew it!"

"Then why is pointy here?" Jo questioned, forcefully nudging Mike.

Mike yelped in pain, but couldn't help but agreeing with her statements. "Uh, yeah! Why am I here? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"

Chris chuckled, putting his hand on Mike's shoulders. "Well, we couldn't drag Mal out of ya' anymore, so, we just thought of bringing you anyway! Plus, you're popular with the younger fanbase… But, pretty toxic with the rest."

"Thanks?" Mike replied nervously.

"But," Chris continued, "you will be split into two different teams. One is the Screaming Psychopaths, and the other is the Killer Maniacs! Sound vicious enough? Good! Now, if I call your name, please stand to the left immediately."

"It's truly offending to know that… Mike… is on the show! He's not villainous enough to be on my standards of villainy, which is off the charts! Muah hahaha!" ~ Max

Chris coughed, and began reading from a piece of paper. "Max. Scarlett." The two moved, and Scarlett was furious. "Lightning, Jo, Mike, Courtney, Duncan… You're the Screaming Psychopaths, with your name being based off one of the competitors."

Chris walked over to Scarlett, smirking. "Pull any funny business, and it's curtains for you! We've got security this season."

Scarlett scratched her bun, pulling a fake routine and put on her nerdy voice. "W-what do you mean?"

"Y'know, when you went crazy and tried to kill everybody." Chris continued, and a lot of the cast gasped after hearing this news.

"Well, I uh, I was listening to the voices in my head…" Scarlett nervously replied, playing with her sweater sleeves when everybody looked at her. "B-but the voices are gone, and there won't be anymore murders…"

"Good." Chris smiled.

"I was hoping that my past wouldn't be remembered. Let's hope this silences any doubt about me being relatively sane on this show." ~ Scarlett

"Murder? MURDER? I do not want to spend another day on this craphole." ~ Heather

Chris clapped his hands, as he continued to announce other relevant news. "Also, as an added bonus, we're back on Pahkitew Island and we've finally got a control down under, so we won't be having anymore Scarlett Fevers…. Man, I do miss crazy Jasmine and her rad' 'roo accent!"

Chris was met with an awkward silence, and he rolled his eyes again. "WHATEVER. And the rest of you, Heather, Alejandro, Blaineley, Amy, Sugar, Scott and Justin! Hah, you're the Killer Maniacs and I can tell this team is going to be bizarre!"

Scott frowned, looking over to Courtney on the other team. "Darn, we're split up!"

"We're over." Courtney muttered, glaring at him coldly.

"But I'm your girl…" Scott was cut off again.

"O-V-E-R. OVER." She rudely spelled it out and looked away from him.

Sugar cracked up laughing. "They say the best things in life are free, and this is even better than one of those fancy, expensive cinema tickets that don't even supply a buffet and a full of twig thin losers who couldn't eat to save the world!"

Chris glared at Sugar. "Are you done talking?"

Sugar rolled her eyes, and Chris continued talking. "So, uh, since the shelters have remained intact and stuff, I'll just let you guys use them. Screaming Maniacs, since you're the green team, I'll let you have the treehouse. Killer Maniacs, since they get the treehouse, y'all get the cave!"

"Aww." Scott kicked the dirt. "Back on the farm we used rocks as pillows! Well, covered in pigeon feathers."

Sugar looked around. "What? Rock pigeon soup?"

"Great." Heather folded her arms. "JUST GREAT."

"Have fun sucking." Courtney boasted angrily.

Chris silenced everyone from talking, while laughing manically. "Now, your first challenge… navigating to your shelters! Hah! The newbies here think that they have an advantage as they were here last season, but we can easily change this island with the click of a button! First team to do so will be safe from elimination."

Blaineley yawned. "What's with all the thirteen episode, one elimination per ep standards? Why not 26? That's what the fanbase wants."

"THIS IS MY JOB." Chris replied, and blew a whistle, which signalled everybody to begin running to their shelters.

The Screaming Pscyhopaths began running through the forest, while Scarlett looked around, scrolling through her notes. "The location of our treehouse is directly where the sun's light that isn't reflected from the avalanche mountain beams torwards, so if we continue heading the direction of the sunlight, we should be able to easily locate our cabins. I've been in full control of the island, and it does not have capabilities of completely shuffling the island around, only hiding then showing things."

"And how can we trust you?" Max blew a raspberry while slowly running behind her. "You could be leading us into another trap! Worthless sidekick."

Scarlett rolled her eyes, and went back to being her nerd self. "Well, I uh, don't listen to the voices a-anymore… they cost me the money."

Courtney spoke viciously while running behind them. "Listen, we don't have time for doubts, midget! And besides, the past is in the past, I will not detour because you dropped our ice cream cone!"

Duncan chuckled. "Reminds me of the times you said you weren't uptight."

"Now is NOT the time." Courtney replied.

"Easy cover up. I suppose I'll rethink my strategy before my revamped grand takeover. So long as I can get Max back on my side, I'll have a pawn to take all the bullets and do whatever I want him to do again… for the second time." ~ Scarlett

Mike panted, as he had troubles keeping up with the rest, as Lightning picked him up and hung him over his shoulders. "Ain't no way Lightning is gonna be slowed down!"

"Can you put me down?" Mike questioned, as he was being held by Lightning while running.

Duncan rolled his eyes. "You tried to kill people, you should be asking us for forgiveness, or whatever crap that nice people or whatever say."

Meanwhile, the Killer Maniacs had more of a difficult time attempting to locate their cave, with much more bickering among them all. Sugar laughed manically. "So, I was like 12 and there was this stupid little pretty brat trying to show off her talent, and she thought she could fly with her angel wings… and bwah hahah! She jumped on the judges table and got a concussion! That was my eleventh consecutive win! She's more deluded than that princess wannabe!"

Everyone attempted to ignore Sugar's obnoxious tales. "Ugh, enough with the stupid stories, we all know you're not even that beautiful. So, you used to live in that deranged cave, so FIND IT." Heather yelled at her.

"Chica, don't yell at such a bold lady." Alejandro put his hand on Heather's shoulder, as they all stopped.

"No!" Heather brushed him off. "I am here to win! Not hear some madeup stories!"

Sugar growled angrily, snapping her tiara in half. "I'm gonna' rip you in half like a thanksgiving hog! This is for Grease Pig!" Sugar lethally charged at Heather, who screamed, and ran away from her as Sugar was ready to tear her to shreds.

Blaineley chuckled, looking into the camera. "We're having some techinically difficulties, and this Sugar isn't sweet!"

"Blaineley," Chris spoke over the megaphone, "stop trying to resurrect your already murdered career. Not on my show."

Blaineley rolled her eyes. "Is it because I was originally."

"SHUT UP, OR YOU'RE DISQUALIFIED." Chris didn't want any news blabbed out and rudely cut her off with the threat.

Amy rolled her eyes after eating a few berries on the trail, glaring at Blaineley. "Yeah, please keep her quiet for the rest of the time here. Her wrinkles when she talks flap around so viciously it intimidates me."

The older women folded her arms. "Sweetie, you might want to stop stressing. You don't want grey hairs, do you?"

"Shut your mouth." Amy rolled her eyes, and threw berries at her.

"Grey hairs? Where?" Justin panicked, dropping his mirror on the ground, causing it to smash. "I can't have grey hairs!"

Scott looked at the broken fragments, confused after seeing his reflection. "What is this technology?" He jumped back, falling on the ground and scared, and stomped on it multiple times. "You can only see your reflection in sewer lakes!"

"This is the most pathetic team I've ever seen in my life. And I've been on this show for four seasons." ~ Heather

While running through the forest, Scarlett looked up and was in shock. "The mountain, Chris must have hidden it to prevent us from winning."

"I knew you were incompetent!" Max rolled his eyes and walked away from Scarlett, only to trip over a twig.

Jo pulled him up roughly, annoyed. "Why are you so small?"

"Why are you so tall?" Max stomped his foot on her toes, but it didn't have any effect.

"Toddler." Jo smirked.

"I have had it! We are winning this challenge, and no one is going to stop me, whatsoever!" ~ Courtney

Courtney stood out to take charge. "Listen, we are in trouble and if we don't get it together, one of us is going home! We'll split up into groups and map out the place until we find our shelter? Got that!"

Mike nodded. "Yeah, we should do that!"

"Whatever." Lightning rolled his eyes. "Lightning rides sha-solo!"

"Good," Jo replied, "no one would even want to hang out with you in the first place, anyway."

Scarlett nodded her head in agreement. "That would definitely be a wise and mature decision, and it would boost out odds of finding it by about…"

Before she could mentally do the math, Max tugged at her arm and pulled her off to walk, already making pairs. "Come now, minion! You must redeem yourself if you ever want to be my sidekick."

While walking through the forest looking for the treehouse, Max forced Scarlett to hold his hands. "Don't let go! An evil mastermind can get lost in an eerie, mechanical and dangerous forest quite easily!" He squeezed her hand tighter to make sure she wouldn't let go.

Scarlett was even more infuriated than ever, and quietly muttered to herself. "Losing you was the plan…"

"Now, now." Max smiled while they continued walking. "I must admit that your scheme last time was brilliantly thought out, but not on par with my diabolicalness, so I will give you points there."

"Thanks." Scarlett muttered coldly.

Max coughed, and continued. "No really, it was quite evil and inspiring!"

"Could you stop?" Scarlett glared.

"I will not." Max replied loudly. "It was fantastic."

"Compliments from you are the last thing I want to hear." Scarlett replied.

Max continued. "But, there's only room for one villain on this island, and that is me! Bwah hahahah!" He still couldn't nail his evil laugh.

Mike walked with Duncan nervously, while Duncan kept a close eye on him, always wary of changes.

"Last season, Mike was Mal or whatever, and Mal was bad news. I don't believe a thing he says. I know the minute I keep my eye off him he's going to start doing some psycho stuff or whatever." ~ Duncan

Mike raised an eyebrow. "What are you… doing?"

"Drop the act." Duncan laughed. "You think I'm that stupid?"

"No, not really." Mike replied, shyer.

Duncan folded his arms, looking at him closer. "I know who you really are, Mal. Say what you want, but I can tell you're going to cause more mayhem. So, watch your step, PAL." He walked ahead.

"Mal is gone for good, I don't think Duncan knows that though. This game is pretty tough without Zoey's reassurance. But I hope I can win it anyway! Hopefully without the doubt!" ~ Mike

Meanwhile, Courtney and Jo continued to be on the search, desperate to win the challenge and avoid elimination. They ran across the path, wanting to pick up the pace and find things even sooner before the other team found theirs.

"Urgh, where is it?" Courtney grunted while panting. "This is a huge waste of time."

Jo rolled her eyes while running ahead of her. "Your whining isn't going to change anything, CIT, or should I say, Chatterbox Invited to Therapy!"

Courtney shot daggers, annoyed. "Hah. Very funny. If we lose, I know who I'll be casting my vote for."

"And I'll know too." Jo coldly replied. "Now shut up, brat, and keep running."

While running through the forest, they spotted Lightning running. "Sha-bam! I'm going to find it first while all of my stupid team get stuck behind the Lightning! Much like usual! Sha-Woo!" He arrogantly boasted.

Jo rolled her eyes again. "Excuse me, biceps for brains?"

"You heard me!" Lightning shot back.

"Idiot." Courtney muttered under her breath.

Meanwhile, the Killer Maniacs were still having problems.

"My god, which way is it?" Heather complained loudly, annoyed with her team. "I swear, I am going to vote all of you if we lose."

"Patience," Alejandro attempted to calm her down again but without success, "patience."

She slapped his hand away, growling. "I returned to win, not to have patience!"

"We have bigger issues." Justin replied. "My mirror is broken!"

Sugar gasped, looking around. "Where is it? I need to brush my hair!"

"This show really needs hair and makeup." Blaineley replied.

"My celebrity status has been tossed around and churned up, so I need to do whatever drama starting that I can to get into the spotlight and pack onto Celebrity Manhunt. I'm getting sick of Josh and his new host!" ~ Blaineley

Blaineley smirked, thinking of something. "Amy, shouldn't you know where to go?"

"Shut up." Amy replied. "I don't know! I slept in the treehouse with the others!"

"Useless." Blaineley replied.

"You're useless." Amy yawned, looking back at her. "Sorry I missed your funeral last year, old lady."

Alejandro sighed, annoyed with all the fighting, until Sugar eventually pointed something out which would save the team all the trouble and would hopefully give them a boost in winning the next challenge. "Hey! Look at the mirror glass stuff!"

"It's reflecting…" Alejandro looked into it, "the camera, which is pointing at the cave!"

"Yeehaw!" Sugar cheered. "Sugar 1, y'all, 0!"

And without any break, they ran in the direction that the camera was pointing into, hoping to win the challenge.

"What do you mean, Mal is gone?" Duncan raised an eyebrow, giving Mike a doubtful look by all of his talk. "Mike, I've been in prison long before you. I can tell when someone's feeding me bs. I know you're in there, just waiting. Unfortunately for you, my bad boy lingo is still intact, so try something on me, and you will have a few broken bones."

Mike was getting annoyed with his chatter. "Mal is gone!" He panted, his eyes twitching and Duncan gave him a concerning look.

"Dude, really?" He smirked, not fully convinced.

Mike nodded, sighing, and apologized. "Sorry, Duncan. Mal's gone, Vito's gone, Chester's gone, they're all gone, and hopefully they won't come back. They shouldn't come back anyway."

Mike leaped up onto a tree, scouting for the treehouse. "I think I see it, over there!"

"Heh. Luckily I still have all the powers of my personalities with their leaving. But I don't think that Duncan believes that." ~ Duncan

"Sweet!" Duncan spoke, while following Mike who got down from the tree and began to lead the way to victory. "But you just said your personas were gone, now you're going all whatever? You're a twig, and you're a liar. Just, not a cool liar thug kind of guy."

Mike sighed while running, while Duncan tried to catch up. "I'm telling the truth, honestly!"

"I want proof." Duncan replied. "I've had experience with liars, Courtney especially."

"I'm not going to like rip my shirt off, you know." Mike replied.

"Dude no!" Duncan spoke, disgusted, and eventually they arrived at the treehouse. "Yeah! We win! Suck that, other team!"

Chris flew over in a jetpack, ready to burst his victory bubble. "Actually, you've got to have your entire team here." He heard cheering, and pulled out his binoculars and saw that the Killer Maniacs arrived at theirs. "The Killer Maniacs win the first challenge! Screaming Psychopaths… I'll be seeing you at elimination."

Duncan and Mike were annoyed, and the camera faded to black.

"I think that voting off Courtney would be beneficial to us," Scarlett suggested to us, "the team seems very well to despise her, and she ruptures the atmosphere with her bossy attitude. Plus, I don't believe that she fully values your evil capabilities, and that could put our planning to a halt."

Max scratched his chin, thinking. "You're right about that, minion!"

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Just call me Scarlett."

"Fine, fine, Minlett." Max smiled, and she glared at him. "But, I don't think that Mike should be here! Him, evil, it offends me! How dare he be put on the same level as me! I am the evil mastermind, he's a clown!"

"Plus," Scarlett added, "his portrayal of Dissociative Identity Disorder is completely ridiculous and inaccurate, which gives me an impression that he's faking it. Also, how the camera managed to film brain sequences also gives me second thoughts about his credibility. This show is weird. Are you going to bandwagon to get him out?" Scarlett looked back, as the others are already discussing booting Courtney?"

"Watch me work my magic, Minlett." Max walked into the treehouse, causing Scarlett to crack her knuckles, and he was thrown out instantly by Lightning. "Argh! Minlett! Help me to my feet!"

Scarlett smirked, walking off to the female side of the structure. "Goodnight, Max."

They were all seated at the Pahkitew Island campfire ceremony, awaiting Chris's talking to finish, and the results of the ballot vote. Chris held out a tray of marshmallows, ready to start talking. "I have six marshmallows on my plate, and if you don't get one, you're out of here!"

He held one in his hand and threw it. "Scarlett."

"Max." They both caught it.

He threw another two. "Duncan, Jo."

"Lightning." He had handed out five marshmallows, and there was only one left on the plate.

Courtney and Mike were both shocked at being the bottom two of the season, and both crossed their fingers that they would be getting the final marshmallow. "Hmm, Courtney or Mike. Got to say, I really don't think one of you should be in the bottom two."

"Thank you Chris," Courtney replied arrogantly, believing him to be referring to herself.

"Wasn't talking to you." Chris informed her of the truth, and held out the marshmallow while she shot daggers at him. "Courtney, you're bossy and manipulative and you also suggested an idea which ultimately cost your team the win. Mike, I don't really know what to say, but you do seem a bit weird with your spontaneous disorder. Like, come on, didn't you defeat them in that toxic season, then still have them again in All-Stars? Pick something and stick it. Anyway… the final marshmallow goes to…"

As he held the suspence, both Courtney and Mike were anxious.

"Courtney." He handed her the marshmallow, leaving Mike emptyhanded. "Mike, you're going home tonight."

"Max was utterly useless when it came to accomplishing anything. I went into the cabin and talking to Jo and Courtney about booting Mike was more simpler than college level trigonometry." ~ Scarlett

Mike frowned, standing up, and waved goodbye. "Well, it was fun! I hope you believe me now, Duncan."

"Seeya, Mal, or whatever." Duncan smirked. "I was kind of hopping that CIT would go home."

Mike looked over, and was still upset that the cannon of shame was in use. "Nothing original this time?"

"Told you to keep an eye on your game, pal." Courtney smirked, satisfied to see Mike being the first eliminated after his warning about Zoey. "Better luck next time." She waved goodbye to him.

"Evil always succeeds!" Max laughed manically."

"Eh." Chris rolled his eyes. "My budget is whack this season." As Mike got in, Chris hit the button and his screams echoed throughout the island as he landed in an unknown destination. "One down, twelve to go until we crown a winner! Who will go home next… on Total… Drama… Villainous Showdown!?"

Blaineley walked in, intruding the elimination. "Come on, Chris. You've lost your mojo! Let me handle it. "This episode was a blast, quite literally! We said goodbye to Multiple Mike, and you have no idea who it could be next!"

"Get out." Chris muttered.