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"I guess that we forgot that most of white chapel would be closed." Gwen concluded, as Courtney opened the door. "And that the only place open would be a grungy club." Courtney added, disappointment and distaste on her face. "Guess my hunch sucks." Gwen said, hanging her head a little bit. "Sorry. We are so coming in last place." They both reflected for a moment.
"I don't want to come back empty-handed." Courtney said, looking up, lifting the burlap bag. "We should fill the bag with something." Her eyebrows scrunched together. "WELCOME TO YOUR NUMBER ONE GERMAN PUNK BAND, THE SCHNITZEL KICKERS!" The loud speaker blared.
Gwen gasped in surprise. "Holy Schnitzels! Is that-?"
Meanwhile, Noah and Owen snuck onto the abandoned double decker bus. The larger boy glanced at the bookworm, who only shrugged his shoulders. Noah followed Owen as he crept through the old bus, sack in one hand. "Here, Ripper, Ripper, Ripper." He stopped suddenly, and continued his ramble. "We have a lovely bag for you." Noah winced. Seconds after, Noah was attacked from behind, and then was muffled by the white glove of the Ripper. He struggled for a moment, and then the Ripper pulled Noah up out of Owen's line of sight. Owen turned, and then muttered. "Huh?"
Even with the grey shirt with the black handprint flipped upside down, there was no mistaking the guy striding up and down the stage with the mic in his hands. His guitar was slung on his back as he sang. "Trent." Gwen muttered. "What's he doing here?" Courtney asked, looking closely at the Goth. "I don't know. How should I know?" Gwen responded as the cheers began.
He turned around and gasped. Noah, silent no more, was being locked into the corner of the bus. Owen glared at the Ripper. Emptying his not so lovely bag of guard dogs, he shouted; "No one locks my little buddy in the corner." Pointing a finger at the Ripper, he cried; "Royal beasts. Sic him!" The dogs growled for a moment, then dived on top of the unfortunate Owen.
Courtney shrugged. "We lost Duncan so early in the game." Gwen saw what she was getting at. "We might actually have a shot. But just how are we going to bag him?" Courtney put on a sly look. "I don't know about this "we" business." Gwen gave her a hurt look. "You're going to distract him." Courtney explained. "Just isolate him."
Courtney hurried away. Gwen bit her lip, and crouched behind the backstage door
"No! No! No!" He managed before shouting; "Owowow." Noah watched as the Ripper walked towards Owen. One dog managed to bite down on Owen's snack, a large hotdog wiener. Owen kicked it high into the air and into Jack the Ripper's hands. The dogs sailed from Owen and landed on the Ripper.
The performance went on for about an hour. Gwen was relieved when it finally finished, expecting Chef or Chris to show up and announce the end of the challenge. She heard voices coming from backstage. "Trent, my Canadian friend that was awesome!" There were about three or four cries of agreement. "Lift him up now!" There was some clattering, and the door burst open as four musicians in various punk outfits. On their shoulders, was unmistakably Trent.
He looked surprised. "What are you doing here, Gwen?" She remembered what Courtney had said about being isolated. "Well, I'm competing here, for the million again." He nodded. "Do you need help with anything before I go?" Gwen nodded. "It's really important, but if you don't have the time…" She trailed off, before face palming mentally.
"Of course!" Trent pushed off the shoulders of his German band mates and leaped to the floor. "I'll be right back, guys." They nodded, agreeing. Trent followed Gwen as she strode for the for the back door, next to the band's van. "So what's up? Treasure hunt or a clue challenge?" Gwen noticed Courtney sneaking up behind him. "Yeah. We needed to find this killer. Jack the Ripper." Gwen explained. Trent's eyes widened. "Chris is actually doing that? Kind of glad I hooked up with the band." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Wish I could help, though." Courtney brought a broken end of mop on his head. "But you can."
Owen laughed with a pleased look on his face. "Hahaha, gotcha!" Noah grinned in relief. "Alright, Owen." After bagging Jack, Owen turned around, hunching over. "Who's Jack the Ripper now?" He let lose. Turning around, he walked over to Noah who was stuck in the glass box. "Here, Noah, I'll let you out." Noah cried. "No, don't open the door until the air clears!"
Both teams arrived late in the afternoon. Chris, Chef, and all the other contestants watched as the teams prepared to present what they had caught. Owen looked around, surprised. "Sweet! Everybody's ok!" Heather gave a half nod. "Yep, everyone's fine. You guys were soo stupid to be worried." She said with a nervous laugh, causing all the other caught contestants to glare at her.
Alejandro kept the glare, turning on Noah. "But it was reassuring that some were concerned." Noah eyes widened. Putting two and two together, he said, "You were watching everything?" After Alejandro's eyes narrowed more, Noah rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh… That's awkward." Alejandro repeated Noah's words to Owen. "Like an eel dipped in grease." Both Owen and Noah winced, and then Noah smiled. "Where I'm from, that's a compliment! Tough neighborhood, but hey, we caught the ripper type guy!" Owen pulled the bag from the Ripper.
Gwen, Alejandro, Courtney, and Heather chorused together. "Old man Jenkins?" Chris gripped the old man's hair, and pulled off the mask to reveal Ezekiel. "Huh, Ezekiel?" Everyone chorused again. Chris explained that he was going to let Ezekiel back if he could have avoided being caught. After jettisoning the stowaway, Heather looked with interest at Gwen and Courtney's bag. "So who did Courtney and Gwen catch?"
"We knew Chris wanted someone on the run, so ok, maybe we didn't catch the right one…" She put her hand on the bag, revealing Trent. "Trent?" The other contestants said in surprise. "You brought me back here?" Trent said, standing up. "Where's the exit? I need to get back to my band." Chris stopped Trent as he started to walk away. "Not so fast, quitter. Thought you could skip out on the game, eh? Thought I wouldn't find you. Hmm?"
"Umm… You didn't, we did." Gwen interjected, and then looked at Courtney, who nodded in agreement. "Sorry." Chris' face lit up. "And that's why team Amazon wins today's competish!"Courtney cheered. Noah and Owen were surprised by this turn of event. Chris explained that Team Amazon had won, but gave Trent as consolation prize then told Noah and Owen looked at each other. "Uh-oh."
"And with three votes against him, Noah!" Chris announced. Noah and Owen looked surprised. "It's time to say, Tally-hoe, hip-hip, cheerio." Chris wiggled his fingers and with a big grin, said. "Toddle do!"
Trent was sitting with Gwen in first class, Courtney nearby, listening. Trent was explaining what had happened to him. "Yeah, I wasn't too interested in sticking around for sitting around for a whole season with Katie and Sadie following me around, you know." Trent explained. "So I was hanging out with Duncan after I found out I wasn't going with you guys, and he suggested I help out the Schnitzel Kickers." Courtney crossed her arms. "I knew he was up to something." She said loudly. Trent laughed. "So I left the Drama brothers, and went out to live a little." Gwen put her elbows on her knees, her face in her hands. "I'm glad for you, Trent." The musician nodded, looking a bit reminiscing. "But I was a little lonely out there. The stars were different. And…" He trailed off for a moment. "I didn't have you to talk to."
Two seasons ago…Gwen yawned, feeling sleep weigh down on her shoulder. "This is the most boring thing in my life." She dragged her eyes up, and looked at her teammate, sitting a stump next to her. He yawned as well, and then turned his head. "Could be way worse." Gwen was slightly surprised. "Oh yeah? How?" He managed a tired smile. "I could be stuck here without you to talk to." Gwen turned away, before he could see the big smile creep over her face.
One season ago… "Oh man, they really let me have it out there." Gwen said, sadly. "That was tough. And seeing Trent… was no cake walk either." She crossed her arms, falling back on the couch. "Guess Trent's the man now." She closed her eyes, letting her shoulders slump for a moment. "Sure has a lot of girls after him, who knew he had so many fans." She smiled, reminiscing. "It's nice that he stood up for me." She glanced at the camera, a little hopefully a small smile on her face. "Maybe he still likes me a little." She heard him talking with Katie and Sadie. He was cheerful, laughing after just hearing a joke. "Or not." She said, tiredly.
"Fine, if I jump, will you stop?" Noah said, annoyed. Owen watched him go. "Goodbye, buddy." He put a hand to his head in dramatic expression. "I'll win for you!" Noah, having received his parachute, turned around. "Whatev, just," he tried to convey the message to Owen. "Just beware of eels." He turned, and jumped off the plane.
"I don't know how everyone can sleep, like Courtney. I feel fuzzy, like I've drank too much coffee, you know…. Because we won!" She laughed nervously. She twiddled her fingers. "Cause Trent is back." She reflected for a moment. "He miss… us…" She trailed off, smiling. Trent was leaning against the doorway. Gwen's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my gosh, I didn't lock the door?" Trent glanced at the door. "The lock was broken." He turned his attention to her hand. "Oh man, what happened to your hand?"
Gwen looked at it, unsure. "I'm not exactly sure." Trent reached out, carefully avoiding the burned area. "We've got to get this looked at." Gwen thought about it for a moment. "But if you hadn't noticed, Chris and Chef don't really work with the safety ratings anymore." Trent chuckled. "I should have thought so. C'mon, let's go fix you up. They do have muffins here, right?" He turned, but Gwen caught his arm. "Hey, thanks." Trent, losing his balance as he turned, managed to find his balance just in time. He looked up, finding his face dangerously close to Gwen's. Tyler poked his head in unsure of what to make of the scene, and slipped out.
Chris and Chef sat in the front. "Whoa-ho! Now that's how to get some drama started!" Chris exclaimed, jabbing his thumb towards the tv screen. "Who's gonna fall? Find out next week, on Total Drama World Tour!"