Hawaiian Counter-Punch
By Asher Tye
Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama, be it Island, Action, or World Tour. This story is being done purely for fun, not profit. If someone says I'm selling this for money, they're a dirty, rotten, no good, liar. If you give someone money for this… Well you're rather foolish aren't you since I'm putting it here for free, huh?
Author's Note: So it's officially over. The Tour has ended. Heather won. Or Alejandro if you went online to see the official alternate ending. Of course, as I watched the episode, I couldn't help but feel the urge to call the police because Cody was ROBBED! ^_^
Okay, so the truth is yes, I felt Cody's elimination was mishandled. In all honesty I can handle him coming in third (and yes, knew about it from spoilers for quite a while) no problem, but I couldn't help but think it something of a gyp that he gotten taken out so quickly, especially after all the hoopla leading up to the finale. Especially when you consider the fact that the tie-breaker even had to occur was something of fluke. Couple that with the fact that I've been wanting to write a fanfic featuring the Dramsters for a while now, and you have a recipe for a fix-fic.
I would also like to thank BaconSandwhichMan whose story "In One Fell Swoop" inspired me to even try this. If you're looking for a good story after this one, go and read it. So, on with the SHOW!
"Welcome back," Chris McLean announced to the cameras, his arms held out wide in a big welcoming gesture as though he was greeting his dearest friends. "Last time on Total Drama World Tour, we found ourselves stranded in Alberta, Canada when my plane was blown up thanks to someone who will remain SIERRA!" At this last word the handsome host became visibly angry, grinding his perfect teeth hard as his eyes shut tightly. After a moment or two, Chris regained his composure. "Anyways, thanks to my inherent brilliance, the show was spared from coming to a grinding halt for the second time when I had the remaining contestants race to Hawaii, with the first two to arrive automatically becoming the finalists for the show." As the host spoke, clips from the last episode appeared on screen to illustrate his narration.
"Alejandro spent the majority of the trip trying to get sweet revenge on Heather for attempting to vote him off in the previous episode, even enlisting the aid of everyone's favorite prairie boy, Ezekiel, to do so. But Little Miss Attitude proved she could give as good as she got, rubbing the Latin Mastermind the wrong way at every chance she could as well.
"Meanwhile back in last place, Cody was wrestling with some serious feelings of inadequacy that threatened to cause him to throw the game. Lame. Fortunately for him, his ever-present stalker Sierra was on hand to light the fire back under the Code-Meister. Literally. With fireworks even. Classic.
"Skip ahead to Tijuana Beach, where all three competitors made it to our waiting speed boats for the second leg of the journey. Still angry at Heather, Alejandro tried to play bumper boats with the girl of his dreams, an act that inadvertently gave her the lead. Left to their own devices, Alejandro and Cody did what came natural. Grabbed a pair of swordfish and had a sword fight. The viewers loved it. Being uncharacteristically sneaky, Cody lost to Alejandro on purpose, allowing Mr. Smarmy to meet our good friend, Mr. Water Mine.
"In the end, it was Heather who reached the island first, much to the great joy of all her friends and cast-mates. And if you believe that, I've got a bridge in London to sell you. When it came to the second slot, however, we ran into a little problem. While it looked like Cody was going to beat the odds and win, Alejandro was able to do his impression of a bad penny, turning up just in time to turn a sure win into a tie. And unfortunately we ran out of episode time before we could hold a tie-breaker. So sad.
"So now the question on everyone's mind is: who will Heather face in the finals; the Master of the Silvered Tongue; Alejandro, or everyone's favorite gap-toothed geek; Cody? After which the question will be who will finally, FINALLY win this game and take home the million? To find out, stay tuned here for the grand finale of Total… Drama… WOOOOOORLD TOOOOUR!" Behind Chris, several bright fireworks shot into the air and exploded in a glorious display of pyrotechnics.
(Begin Theme Song
Back on the Hawaiian beach, Chris still stood with a smile on his face. To his left stood Cody, Alejandro, and Heather, while to his right some bleachers had been set up to hold the peanut gallery, now joined by Sierra in a new wheelchair. Heather noticed the eliminated travelers and a worried look crossed her face.
"What are they doing here?" the Queen Bee asked irritably as a sinking feeling appeared in her stomach. "And why are they split up into groups like that?" Chris let loose one of his patented laughs.
"The peanut gallery has been brought back because they're going to play a very important role in today's competition. And where they're sitting shows off which contestant they're supporting." As if on cue, the others each raised a flag with a picture of the face of the competitor they supported. It bothered Heather that none of the flags had her face on them, at least until Owen slid one between Blainely's bandages, earning a glare from the convalescing interviewer.
Cody on the other hand was quite touched that most of the flags bore his visage. Someone had even been nice enough to bring an extra flag for Sierra so she wouldn't be left out. Meanwhile Alejandro gave his followers an appraising eye, his agile mind calculating what strings he might have to pull to widen his base.
"Of course," McLean continued, "we have a little problem we need to solve. It seems we have one too many teens here to make a believable Final Two. So we're gonna have ourselves a good ol' fashioned tiebreaker." After saying this, Chris turned back to the camera. "But first, since this IS the final tiebreaker, we decided to set up the ever-trusty Confession Cam and let our finalists vent one last time, just for old time's sake."
Confession Cam. – Cody.
Cody sat down before the camera, a pleased smile on his face
"Who would have guessed it? Me. ME! In the Final Two… ish. I never would have believed it if I hadn't been here myself. And now I'm this close to getting the million dollars," he said, pinching the air to illustrate. "The only thing standing in my way is," a sudden fearful expression crossed the brunette's face as he trembled a bit, "Alejandro. Seriously, how am I supposed to beat that guy?" Cody suddenly grabbed the camera, shaking it. "He's gonna destroy me!" The young tech-geek began to hyperventilate for a few seconds before regaining some control of himself. "But I can't just give up. Did you see all the people holding flags with my face on them? They're counting on me to win. And that's not even thinking about everyone watching at home who want the same. If I just give this up without a fight, I'll never be able show my face in public again. But if I try to beat him… I'll get CREAMED." Cody sat back in the chair, staring owlishly at the camera. "So this is what a high pressure situation feels like."
Confession Cam – Alejandro
Alejandro was already sitting in the chair, his arms crossed over his chest and a knowing smile on his face.
"For the record, it was always my intention to allow Heather to take first place in the race," he said with a flourish. "A true gentleman always allows a lady to go first whenever possible." A sudden, sinister look crossed the Latin mastermind's face. "And it will make it so much more delicious when I crush her in the final challenge, taking the million dollars that is rightfully mine right out from under her." It was at this point that the Spaniard's massive shoulders slumped and he looked depressed. "But how am I going to explain tying with that noodle armed little geek?" The tanned teen slapped his forehead in dismay. "I bet my older brother Jose is already composing a list of jokes at my expense over this." Alejandro slammed a fist into his palm. "I must eliminate the nerdling and regain my honor."
Confession Cam – Heather
The raven-haired popular girl sat in the chair, her legs crossed and her hands in her lap as she looked at the camera.
"So here I am, a guaranteed spot in the Final Two. It's been three full seasons and now I have another shot at getting the prize money. Am I nervous? DUH!" she said, raising her hands in exasperation. "I'm all alone here, and I don't even know who I'm going to be facing for the million. There's no way I can beat Cody if Chris makes this a vote by the peanut gallery, but Alejandro's not exactly a pushover either. My only hope is if the final contest involves some sort of disgusto eating competition. Neither of those two could stomach something like that, so I'm a shoe-in." A disturbed look suddenly crossed Heather's face, followed by one of disgust. "What does it say that I'm actually hoping to eat something disgusting?"
As the camera shifts back to the beach, Chris looked particularly pleased with the confessional. Over with the finalists, Heather smirked as she looked at Alejandro.
"I didn't know you had a brother," she remarked, causing the Spaniard to shiver slightly.
"He is of no consequence," Alejandro retorted. "Whatever japes and barbs he might have will soon be for naught when I become a millionaire." Heather snickered a bit at this sudden bravado, she knew something about annoying brothers herself. Cody watched this with a hint of nervousness. He didn't like how chummy the two dirtiest players in the game were getting.
"All right, time for our tie breaker," Chris announced, mugging for the camera again. "Heather since you won the last competition, we think it's only fair you get a say in how we decide who you're opponent is. So you have a choice, you can either choose the challenge Cody and Alejandro will compete in, or you can let the boys decide for themselves." This proclamation caused the host to smile. At the sound of what she considered a fairly stupid question, Heather cast him a haughty look.
"As if I'd let these two idiots pick their challenge," she said with great finality, looking away from the boys as her hands gripped her hips. With her nose in the air, the Queen Bee completely missed the evil grin Chris McLean was now giving her.
"I was soooo hoping you'd say that," he said, laughing. The camera panned over to reveal Chef Hatchet, dressed in a checkered sarong, sandals, and nothing else, pushing a large glass cabinet onto the scene. Above the cabinet sat what looked like a second glass case filled with white ball that each had something written on them. Nearby Geoff and Bridgette, the co-hosts of the aftermath specials, stood with friendly smiles on their faces.
'Oh what fresh hell is this?' Heather asked herself as she looked worriedly at the cabinet.
"Okay Heather, if you would please just step into our Cabinet O' Challenges," Chris said, helping the Queen Bee into the tiny prison with a sharp push to the back. "The idea here is simple, even for you guys. All Heather has to do is grab one of the balls as we release them into the cabinet. Whatever challenge is written on the ball, that's what Al and the Code-man have to do. Fun, right?"
"This'll be easy," Heather boasted. "I already see the one I want. All I have to do is wait for it to bounce out and you two are toast."
"We'll see. Chef, HIT IT!" At Chris's command, the burly co-host flipped the switch on the side of the cabinet, starting up the machine in the top part. One of the white balls shot out of a tube and into the chamber Heather occupied. The girl ignored it at first, only to get a pained look when the ball ricocheted off the wall and slammed into her arm, causing her to grab hold of the injured flesh.
"OUCH! Are these… GOLF BALLS!" she yelled, startling both Geoff and Bridgette as the peanut gallery laughed.
"What?" the surfer girl asked, her eyes wide in horror. "I swear we filled it ping-pong balls."
"I know," Chris explained. "But don't worry, I'm not mad, just disappointed. Thankfully we caught it in time to correct the mistake." At this point several more golf balls had been released into Heather's cabinet, bouncing around wildly as Heather struggled to avoid being pummeled. Every so often a scream of pain was heard as a ball hit its mark, much to the amusement of quite a few members of the peanut gallery.
One of the golf balls got up enough speed that it managed to break free of the confining cabinet, breaking through the glass wall as it was launched towards the bleachers. Seeing that the ball was on a collision course for Lindsay's pretty face, Tyler acted to save his girlfriend, reaching out to catch the ball. Unfortunately for the Sporto, he misjudged how far he'd needed to reach to grab the ball, overextending his body. Though he did manage to stop the hard projectile from striking Lindsay's pretty face, nothing was there to stop the same thing from happening to him.
"Tyler!" Lindsay yelled as the ball bounced off the jock's skull, knocking him loopy so that he fell into her lap. The blonde bombshell cooed as she stroked her boyfriend's head, hoping he would be all right.
After a few more minutes, Heather stumbled out of the cabinet, gagging as she collapsed to her hands and knees before Chris.
"What, no golf ball?" the stubbly heart-throb admonished with a frown. "You can't leave the cabinet without a golf ball! Get back in there and…" With a hard cough, Heather managed to expel what she had been choking on, a golf ball as it were. "Well okay then," Chris said cheerfully as he walked over to the ball and picked it up, oblivious to the daggers Heather was glaring at him. Wiping off the spit covered sphere, McLean read the challenge written on it, laughing once he'd done so. "Oh sweet," he proclaimed, turning back to Cody and Alejandro, both of whom were casting worried looks at each other. "You two are in for a fun time. You'll be competing in a traditional Hawaiian FIRE DANCE OF DEATH."
"Fire dance?" Cody nervously gulped, not liking the sound of that at all. "Uh, you are gonna have, like, firemen around, right? Just in case."
"Yes, because that is just so how Chris operates, isn't it," Alejandro snidely responded, picking up on his opponent's nervousness. "Don't worry if you're scared, chiquito, I promise to be gentle with you," he lied, smiling nastily at the gap toothed geek. Realizing he was being taunted, Cody responded with a defiant glare, or at least as a defiant as his features would allow.
"Well I'm glad to see you're both raring to go," Chris interrupted, appearing between the two boys and placing a cordial arm on each of their shoulders. "Unfortunately, it's going to take a few minutes for our interns to set up the challenge, but that should be just enough time for you two to get into the costumes we're going to provide. If you'll just follow Chef here to the changing area."
Confession Cam – Alejandro
Alejandro laughed delightedly.
"This couldn't have gone better if I'd planned it," he proudly stated, smiling at the camera in triumph. "I'm stronger, faster, and more agile than Cody could be on his best day. Why doesn't Chris just hand me the second spot?"
Confession Cam – Cody
Cody looked quite nervous, but an air of determination sat with him as well.
"Okay, so I figure if I can just avoid Al's attacks, I can keep from getting eliminated. Then it's just a matter of finding the right moment to strike." Carefully Cody considered the predicament. "I just hope there's enough room to evade."
Chris smiled as Alejandro and Cody returned to the beach, both wearing grass skirts and, oddly enough, coconut bras. Neither one looked entirely comfortable in their new duds, but neither one was ready to leave. Out on the water the interns were pushing a floating platform into place, a thick wooden stake jutting out from its center; quite obviously the arena on which they would be battling. As he looked at the small space on which he would be taking on his nemesis, Cody's mind managed to sum up his predicament quite nicely.
'Craaaaaap.'
Alejandro and Cody got onto the boat that would take them to their battle.
"Hey, what do you creeps think you're doing?" Heather suddenly yelled as two of the interns forced her on as well. "I'm not in this!"
"I thought since you went to all the trouble to choose this particular challenge, you'd like a front row seat to see it," Chris explained as the boat puttered out to the platform. With some doing, Heather was soon tied to the stake, though not without the interns suffering some scratches and kicks for their trouble. Cody and Alejandro where both handed long poles with thick pads at both ends. "And so we will begin our tiebreaker, the traditional Hawaiian Fire Dance of Death."
"I fail to see how traditional it is for a MALE warrior to be wearing a coconut bra," Alejandro pointed out, still clearly a little miffed over being forced to wear such an item on television.
"Dude, just deal with it," Chris admonished. "Now the rules are simple. The first one to successfully untie our resident Queen Bee wins and becomes the second contender for the Final Two." A sly expression came over Alejandro's face.
"A thought occurs," he announced, his eyes darting between Cody and Heather as he sized them up. "What if neither of us unties poor Heather?"
"Don't even think about it you chiseled cheater!" Heather barked back, glaring at her rival.
"'Chiseled' you say?" the Spaniard said with a smirk causing the raven-haired beauty's eyes to widen.
"Chiseling! I meant chiseling cheater!"
"AHEM!" Chris yelled, breaking up the verbal tit-for-tat. "In answer to Al's question, it ain't happening. One of you has to untie Heather for the contest to be ended. And for added incentive, you might want to stay out of the water. Starting… … … NOW!" Beside Chris, Chef notched two arrows with slabs of meat on their tips into a bow, firing them towards the platform. From the water, two giant sharks jumped into the air, each snatching some meat before diving back underwater. Once more both of the boys gave each other nervous glances.
"I am soooo glad I'm not in this game anymore," Duncan said, laughing. Around him the rest of the cast seemed just a little more mortified at what they'd seen.
"All right, the contest can commence... NOW!" At Chris's cue, two more arrows, these ones on fire, flew from Chef's bow to strike the platform on two of its ends, igniting the fire-pots that had been set up to add ambience to the event..
Alejandro took a confident step towards his opponent, twirling his weapon in one hand as he did so. Not to be outdone, and with no real place to run like he'd planned, Cody moved to meet the Latin Archenemy. Deciding that Fortune might just favor the bold, the gap-toothed geek jabbed his weapon forward with all his might, his strike being met by Alejandro's own pole and a loud crack. But beyond that, the villainous contestant only barely noticed.
"You do not seriously think you can win, do you?" Alejandro asked as he returned the strike, forcing Cody backwards with great ease. He planned on toying with the elder teen before dispatching him.
'A good preview of what Heather shall face in the finals,' he thought to himself as he made a wide, telegraphed swing at Cody. Cody scrambled to the left, trying to keep some distance between himself and the Latin Lothario. From the beach, the cheering sounds of the eliminated contests reached the competitor's ears, pushing them onward.
"Come on Codikins, you can do it!" Sierra cried to her former "husband."
"Beat that slimy eel!" Noah yelled. "Show him he can't push people around just because he's bigger, stronger, and…!"
"Not helping," Trent hissed as he clamped down on the know-it-all's lips.
"The kiwis dude, go for the kiwis!" Harold advised. Of course all of the cheering was not exclusively for Cody, as evidenced by Courtney's standing on top of the bleachers and waving her hands.
"Come on Alejandro, squish him! Squish him like a BUG!" she yelled nastily, clapping her hands together and rubbing them as if to demonstrate.
"A-L-E-H-A-N-D-R-O! Al-e-jan-dro… Let's GO!" Katie and Sadie cheered in unison, causing a few of their cast-mates to look at them funny.
"You two do know 'Alejandro' is spelled with a 'j,' not an 'h,' right?" Gwen asked the duo, who looked somewhat confused by this.
"Isn't that sweet," Alejandro said as he made a downward swing which Cody blocked with his weapon, "all you're little friends are cheering for you as if you can actually win." The tanned teen applied a bit more pressure to the paler one, forcing him back and closer to the walls of fire. Cody cast a fearful glance backward, feeling the heat on his head and shoulders.
"I'm too young to die," he cried, then added, "or fry." Desperately he shifted his weight, trying to find a way to counter Alejandro's superior strength. From her position tied to a stake, Heather watched the contest in aggravation. Suddenly the sound of something striking the wood above her head caused her to look upward. An arrow had just buried itself in the wooden column. A flaming arrow.
"Uh guys, quit fooling around here!" Heather yelled as the flames slowly creeped down towards her newly re-grown hair. If either of the boys heard her, they were too preoccupied trying to beat each other senseless to care.
'I have to end this quickly, or I won't be in any condition to be in the finals!' Heather thought, her eyes casting about for some idea on how to accomplish this task. The first thing her gaze found was Sierra. Sitting in a wheelchair. At that moment, instinct took over.
"Oh no, look! Sierra's just rolled into quicksand!" she yelled. This did the trick.
"What?" Cody asked, slipping out of the grapple with Alejandro to turn and check up on his friend. "Somebody help her!"
"Cody NO!" Sierra yelled, realizing what had just happened.
'Jackpot,' the Spaniard thought as he swung his poll, knocking Cody's own from his hands. "Consider yourself disarmed," he said as the pole flew out of the tech-geek's grasp.
"NO!" Cody wailed as he watched it land in the water and sink out of his reach. A wicked smile crossed Alejandro's face as he pulled back for another swing.
"And now, dis-platformed!" he yelled as he made his attack, fully intending to bat the scrawny teen into the shark infested water. 'Suitable revenge for blowing me up in the previous episode.'
"Oof!" Cody cried as the pad at the end of the pole hit him right in the mid-section and he folded up. Cody's feet soon left the platform, but that didn't stop him from holding onto the stick as it swung around. Unprepared for the addition of the other boy's mass, Alejandro's sense of balance was thrown off and he soon found himself switching places with the gap toothed one as they spun around out of control.
"Aaah!" was the last thing to leave the Latin mastermind's mouth as he fell backwards, off the platform and into the water. A second "Oof" escaped Cody's own lips as he landed rather roughly on his butt… and still on the platform.
For a few brief moments, silence reigned. Even the sharks seemed stunned by what had happened, as evidenced by the fact they weren't after the fallen Alejandro. Then the silence was broken.
"YAAAAAH!" came the resounding cheer from the peanut gallery as they realized what had happened. On the platform, as the ramifications of what he had just done finally sunk in, the stunned expression on Cody's face became a wide, wide smile.
"I won? I WON!" he yelled as he jumped to his feet, leaping again and again in the air as he pumped his fists. At about the fifth jump the brunette boy slipped a little and nearly sent himself over the platform's edge as well, only managing to stop himself by falling to all fours. Grinning embarrassedly and resolving to keep both feet planted firmly on the wood, Cody continued to play to the crowd, posing and flexing as the others cheered and whistled for him. "I did IT. I DID it! Did you see? I won, I beat Alejandro!"
"Yes, you did it, good job. Now can you UNTIE ME!" Heather yelled, reminding the geek of his obligations. The fire was getting entirely too close for the Queen Bee's comfort. Quickly Cody moved over to the stake and untied Heather, just as the motorboat from before docked with the platform. Two interns dressed in fire-safety suits hopped off and began spraying down the flames with fire extinguishers as a third waved for the finalists to board. Soon Cody and Heather were back on the beach as Chris approached them, a gleeful smile on his stubbly face.
"That. Was. Awesome!" he declared, his arms wide. "Seriously, I don't think anyone could have predicted something like that."
"Ahem," came an indignant cough from Team Cody which Chris blithely ignored.
"And so it's my pleasure to announce that the Final Two Competition shall feature Heather and Co-"
"I must most strenuously object!" Alejandro yelled as he came up on shore, the disappointed sharks swimming away behind him. The handsome host favored the Spanish teen with an annoyed glare. He did not like being upstaged. "I am the one who disarmed Cody first. You cannot allow him to steal a victory simply because of a… a FLUKE. I should have been the one to untie Heather!"
"Oh I agree completely," Chris admitted. "Especially since THAT was the point of the game."
"What?"
"I told you, the one who untied Heather first was the one who would be in the finals with her. It doesn't matter if you had Cody tied down on train tracks fifty miles away, until Heather was safely untied, the game was still going." Then Chris favored Alejandro with a mean-spirited look. "In fact, Cody actually didn't win until HE untied Heather either, so he was celebrating prematurely. If you had gotten back up on the platform, you could have just knocked him off and got the victory yourself. Too bad you were busy playing with my sharks, huh? Heck, if you hadn't wanted to play around, you could have probably just knocked Cody down and held him there while you untied Heather."
"Hey!" Cody protested, sensing he'd been insulted.
"Or maybe even just slapped him away if he got too close to Heather," Chris continued, ignoring the indignant squawk of the geeky winner. "I mean, there are literally dozens of ways you could have beaten Cody, but you just couldn't pull it off, could you?"
"All right, all right, I get it!" the angry Alejandro barked, ripping off the coconut bra that was still wrapped around his chest and throwing it at the host. Fearing for the safety of his handsome face, Chris grabbed the item out of the air and watched as the defeated Archenemy stomped off to change. Finally he turned back to the camera.
"Phew, thought we were gonna have another Courtney on our hands," the demented star said, ducking just in time to avoid the large coconut said girl had flung at him.
"Oh will you stop drawing this out," Heather angrily demanded of the host, surprising him.
"Well what's your problem?" he asked of the Queen Bee. "You're the one who had a guaranteed spot in the finals." But Heather's anger would not be slowed.
"We all know how this is going to end," she pointed out sulkily. "Just let those ungrateful jerks vote already so Cody can get the money and we can all finally go home." At this, Chris looked somewhat confused, as evidenced by the manly eyebrow he raised at the raven-haired beauty.
"Vote?" he asked. "Who said anything about a vote? That's how we ended season two, remember? Duncan won that one… or was it Beth?" Chris muddled this question over for a few seconds. "Meh, it doesn't matter, because I never repeat myself."
"Wait, no vote?" Leshawna asked, standing up on the bleacher. "Well then why the heck are we here? You said we were gonna play 'an important part' in determining the winner this time."
"You are, just not in a vote. I'd never do anything so obviously one-sided." At this Cody glared at the host. Wasn't that exactly what he'd claimed the contest between Alejandro and himself had been? "No, the final challenge is going to be a race up the side of Mount Killawaya, an active volcano." Chris pointed to the aforementioned lava spot, which chose that moment to rumble menacingly. All the teens gulped at that, save Heather who looked surprisingly pleased by this turn of events.
"I may not have been able to beat you in a vote, twerp, but there is no way you can run faster than me," she hissed to the brunette.
"You'd be surprised how fast I can move," Cody said back in a voice he thought sounded tough. The teen even puffed out his chest to make himself look bigger. His intimidating tactics were somewhat nullified by the fact that he'd forgotten to remove the bra he'd had to wear for the tiebreaker.
"Ha, cool, I like to see that competitive spirit. I was afraid I'd have to waste time trying to psyche you both up," Chris laughed.
"I understand why the Mama's boy here would need to be psyched up, but why would you think I'm not in it to win it?" Heather asked, jerking her thumb at her opponent as she did so.
"Like I said, the peanut gallery is gonna be involved in this challenge, helping their chosen finalist by either moving him along, or holding his opponent back. And since your 'team' looks like she could double for the mummy," Blainely growled at this, "you might find beating the Codemiester a touch difficult if sixteen people decide to form a human wall around you." Worried now, Heather looked back at her ex-competitors, sixteen of which were now grinning maliciously at her. The Queen Bee's mind managed to sum up her predicament quite nicely.
'Craaaaaap.'
"Sadly, it's gonna take a while for us get to the challenge, mainly because we still have to clean up here," the host said as he indicated the smoldering platform that was slowly sinking into the ocean, the two interns desperately hanging onto it as the sharks swam around them. "You would be amazed how touchy the Hawaiian government is about what you leave on its coast."
"Well you can't just leave a bunch of melted rubber on the beach. It could poison the environment," Bridgette pointed out, much to Chris's ire.
"Thank you Ms. Killjoy. Anyway, consider yourselves on break until I call you. Cody, I would seriously suggest using the time to change into an outfit that won't burst into flame just because the air's too hot," the host said, indicating the grass skirt the scrawny boy was wearing. His job finished, McLean walked off to raid his private cooler for a soda, leaving the teens to break up.
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