"Last time on Total Drama: Villainous Showdown!" McLean would begin his routinely recaps of the previous episode, although this one was slightly different with a special appearance from someone. "We brought back fourteen of the most villainous contestants, give or take, and made them dish it out at Pahkitew Island, which we've fixed… so, uh, we won't have anymore Scarlett Fevers! Heh."

Chef cracked his knuckles, walking towards him. "You coulda' told me that we were greenlit for another season!"

Chris rudely silenced Chef, and chuckled. "Hello? Now is not the time! But anyway, we've got a monster challenged in store for our contestants, and we've also got something working in time!"

Chris pulled the blanket off the machine as Chef refused to do so. "Whatever." He rolled his eyes, and Mike poked his head out, coughing out trash. "The Chute of Shame! We forgot to install it in time thanks to our crusty interns, and now it's time to give Mike his well-deserved send off!"

"Uh, the cannon was just…" But before he could finish his sentence due to the trash, Chris pulled a lever, and Mike fell down the chute at high speed, while screaming, "fiiiiiine!"

"Heh." Chris smiled, as Chef secretly cracked his knuckles and stood behind the host with the most. "Who will go home next? And will they be cannoned or chuted? Find out on another thrilling episode… of Total… Drama… Not the hair!"

Chris screamed, as Chef shoved him into the chute, and pulled on the lever. Chef dusted his hands, chuckling. "You've left me in the shadow for way too long, McLean. This is for all of the late paychecks! How am I supposed to support mah family like this?"

Beside him, a tall blonde girl named Blaineley chewed on the apple and swallowed the piece, clapping his hands. "Bravo, Chef! This would tremendously boost ratings. So, can I cohost the show with you?"

Chef glared, and Blaineley rolled her eyes, walking away. "Fine, I get it."

Infuriated with the noise coming from the cave, the bickering cheerleader stormed out, walking through the forest, annoyed. After scrunching her knuckles and kicking twigs, she continued walking, hoping to find something time consuming.

"I don't want to admit that I'm saying this, but I'd rather be with 'Spare-my' than these lunatics. I hate my team, like, so much and they're so pathetic. Grrr!" ~ Amy

While walking and muttering swears to herself, she knocked into a tough delinquent, falling to the ground and screamed after noticing something. "Argh! Don't kill me!"

Duncan chuckled, stabbing his pocket knife into the tree beside him, and staring at Amy, smirking. "Well, well, well," he spoke, as she got up and dusted herself off, "who do we have here? Some peppy cheerleader?"

Amy rolled her eyes, glaring at him. "Thanks, but no thanks Duncan. I'm Amy, not that you need to know it."

Duncan stretched his arms, smiling. "Ah, the bossy types. I usually went for those until someone made me regret it." He fell down and sat on a stump. "So, what's a fragile little princess like you doing out here? There's bears lurking around each corner, and daddy isn't going to like if it he has to replace one of your broken heels."

"Very funny." Amy booted him in the shin, causing pain for him. "Just mind your own business, punk. God, you like, you annoy me more than my sister, gag!"

He smirked, looking back at her. "Like, gag, blah. I can just tell you're a stupid teenage girl."

"A stupid teenage girl who's going to stomp all over you if you don't shut your mouth." Amy was even more annoyed with him, and roughly pulled his ear, forcing him to stand up against his will, and shoved him. "Back off."

As she walked away, Duncan laughed to himself. "I know you're going to want more." She flipped him off, and he walked back to the treehouse.

Courtney stared at Duncan, cross and with her arms folded. When he got up onto the treehouse, her claws were already out. "What were you doing out there? If you weren't getting us food, you had to be doing something? Let me guess, spraypainting?"

"Geez," Duncan rolled his eyes, brushing past her, "get off my case. It's not like I killed anybody, okay? Mind your own damn business, wifey."

Courtney stomped her foot on the already unstable structure, annoyed.

"Just because we aren't dating doesn't mean he can be completely rude and disgusting to me. I cannot STAND him. He's such a child. I'm so immature ranting like this, but quite frankly, he deserves it." ~ Courtney

The CIT also made her way back into the shelter, annoyed. "God, Duncan is so obnoxious and really needs to shower." Jo and Scarlett awoke to her complaining. "He doesn't even treat me like I'm a human."

Jo added, annoyed. "Maybe because you aren't one?"

"This didn't require your input." Courtney scoffed, rolling her eyes at Jo.

"Well, you got it." Jo stretched her arms yawning, and jumped down from the top bunk which slightly shook around the treehouse. "Well, I'm going for my morning run, don't have too much tea parties while I'm away, little girls." Courtney and Scarlett gave her wicked glares as she left.

Courtney facepalmed, taking a sip of water. "I just don't even know what's up with him."

"He's just trying to mark his territory, or establish his dominance as a male." Scarlett slipped on her glasses after wiping it clean. "Teasing women and getting a reaction out of them must fuel his adrenaline and testosterone in a sense. It'll likely calm down when his body finishes maturing."

Courtney scratched her head, not fully understanding what she's saying. "Uhhh, right."

"Basically," Scarlett added, annoyed with her lack of intelligence and decided to break things down into smaller words, "Duncan thinks it's manly to make you go mad over him, and he very likely is attracted to you."

Courtney finally understood what she said, which caused even more confusion in her mind, while thinking rapidly. "So, you think Duncan still likes me?"

Scarlett scratched her chin. "Maybe not so much romantically, but I'm entirely certain that he would like to reproduce with you." She chuckled. "Not trying to sound invasive of your privacy, it's just the likely answer.

Courtney grunted, rolling her eyes. "He's a pig, I've known that for a while."

"Despite that you knowingly dated him?" Scarlett raised an eyebrow, trying to push a few buttons within Courtney. "It does show a weird taste in a men."

Standing up, Courtney yawned. "Well, that was a while back. Luckily I've grown out of that." She made her way out of the cabin. "Well, I'm going to see if there's anymore berries like we saw back yesterday."

"Courtney and Duncan are going through a stage in their relationship where they exhibit aggressive and negative conflicting behaviour, but are actually in denial of their love. If I can recreate sparks between them, it would throw both of them off their games and make them easy targets to pick off incase we lose again. And if this doesn't work, Max is always there as Plan B. It's always imperative that you are highly organized." ~ Scarlett

"Is Scarlett right? Does he STILL like me?" ~ Courtney

As Courtney left the cabin, Max walked in holding a stick, and poked Scarlett with it. "Minion!" He spoke rudely to her, and she was disappointed to know that it was him of all people. "You must redeem yourself and follow my orders!"

Scarlet rolled her eyes, and sarcastically replied. "Dear, Max, uh, master… you're extra intimidating this season. I'm quite scared."

Max felt proud due to her remarks, and grinned widely. "Don't be afraid, Scarlett! You're obviously in love with me, so it shall not matter. This time, I'm bigger, badder, and brutal-er than ever! Muah hahaha!"

"I've seen seven year olds with more verticality than him." ~ Scarlett

Duncan cracked his knuckles while walking into the female side of the cabin, intruding in on Max and Scarlett, and he yawned. "Did I miss… Whoa." He smirked, looking at the two of them. "Well if it isn't Gnomeo and Juliet! Pun on your height, by the way."

While running outside the treehouse, Jo threw a stick which hit Duncan in the back of the head. "I was saving that zinger for the challenge, Mr. Tough Guy with Eyeliner!"

"Whatever!" Duncan yelled back out to her. "So, uh, what are you two lovebirds doing? Scar, I thought you were all pissed at him or something?"

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "My standards have dropped thoroughly."

"I see," Duncan took a sip of the lake water, and spat it out all over Max, who was infuriated with his actions. "Whoops, sorry straightjacket."

Max growled, completely and utterly humiliated, as well as annoyed. "How dare you, punk! I will inflict the most cruelty and evil against you, while you're whaling for your mother!" He did a maniacal laugh, trying to sound tough an evil. "Scared yet, child?"

Duncan cracked up in laughter, smiling. "You dorks are something else!" Duncan lifted up Max, and hung him over a branch which poked through the cabin which gave him a tough wedgee. "Scared yet?"

Max was sucking his thumb while Duncan gave him a devilish grin. He smiled, walking out, while feeling accomplished. "I've still got it. Catch ya' later, nerds."

Inside the cave, Sugar fiercely licked her lips after munching on some of the berries left behind in the cave, and belched loudly. "Someone, go get me more! A pageant queen should be treated like a real queen!"

"Locked inside a castle and become irrelevant as her descendants hog all of the spotlight?" Heather chewed into an apple falling down from a tree, smirking. "I'd like that a whole lot, and I'm sure the entire team would agree." While walking outside of the cave, Alejandro pulled her aside.

Scott raised an eyebrow, interested in the large girl. "You can burp louder than my uncle in the county belching contest… which is, uh, well, it caused my sis's eardrums to burst!"

Sugar payed attention to the farmboy, interested. "Which county? I won dozens of pageants there, mainly 'cuz I scared the judges with my loud belching talent and they were forced to give me the crown! I looked prettier than a giraffe with nail polish!"

"Sugar is more wildly than my boar. And that's pretty wildly! But who am I to complain? Pops always told me to go for someone like her! And if you can't beat 'em, join 'em! Does that make sense?" ~ Scott

Heather folded her arms, disgusted. "Can we not be so disgusting?"

"Heather-" Alejandro extended his hand to calm her down, but to no success.

"No." Heather pushed his arm away. "I am so done with your stupid flirting with everyone. Can't you take a damn sign? Stay out of my way, or you'll be getting MY Hawaiian Punch." Rolling her eyes, Heather moved away.

"Typical." Alejandro replied.

"Heather's likely stressed out about me fooling her last season. I believe she should exfoliate more, but, she's perfect the way she is. Game on, chica." ~ Alejandro

"This show is so embarrassing and unbearable, I don't know how much longer I can honestly take it anymore." ~ Heather

As she walked away, Justin put his mirror away, and looked over to Alejandro. "Well, you can get them, but you can't keep 'em." He flexed his biceps. "I don't have to worry about keeping them, they come drooling."

Sugar looked at him, glared, and continued modelling, while Amy and Heather were nowhere to be seen in the distance, and Blaineley was fangirling. "Marry me Justin!" She fanned herself, falling unconscious.

"I seen more obedience in cows!" Sugar stated.

"I see." Alejandro smirked. "But you lack the charm that I have, and excel in. I don't think ladies will matter when it comes to working in the circus, my friend."

Justin gasped, shocked by his words. "I am no circus freak… I'm… I'm… hot!"

"Beauty fades." Alejandro chuckled while walking by. "Charm doesn't."

"Calm down Justin, don't get stressed, don't get grey hairs or wrinkles. Alejandro, you will be going down." ~ Justin

During this, Jo was running outside while Lightning gained on her. "What are you doing, bucket brains?"

Lightning rolled his eyes after catching up, running faster. "Lightning wins all competition! You can't stop it when it's already struck!"

"Well, I don't hear no thunder!" Jo replied, shoving him to the side while running.

"You just gotta' believe in the Ligh-ten-ning!" He flexed his muscles while running. "Sha-Bam!" Before he could fully say this, he ran into a branch while running which knocked him down, which caused Jo to break down into laughter.

"Don't hate!" Lightning rubbed his hand after brushing himself off. "Appreciate! What you want, dude, chick, whatever!?"

Jo smiled. "There's too much icky brains and powerful people on our team. And we need to work together and take them out, like Chartney, Harlot and Dudcan! So, we're in an alliance, I don't care what you say."

"Ah, hell 'naw!" Lightning glared. "Last time you said that, Lightning got flushed in a big porcelain bowel! The only toilet Lightning will accept is one made up of gold!"

"Shut up and agree." Jo added, impatiently.

"Whatever." Lightning replied.

Suddenly, over the intercom, Blaineley made a loud announcement. "Come on out campers, and meet at the uh, meeting area! From there, our first challenge will commence, so come on down as soon as possible! It's not that hard to STOMACH!"

Chef pulled the microphone away from her, causing static. "She more annoying than Chris! Anyway, get yo' butts down now!"

Following the instructions, the thirteen remaining campers found themselves situated on the logs, used in the last season for announcements, and sometimes the location of a challenge or objective. "Alright, campers, let's get this started." Chef spoke, after shoving Blaineley to her team's log.

"Hey!" She protested, trying to get as much camera time as she wanted. "I thought this was my reward for helping!"

"You is a dirt eating camper first," Chef crackled his knuckles, "and a co-host second! Got that?" Blaineley rolled her eyes, and sat back down.

Scarlett raised her hand, and Chef gave her a signal to speak. She coughed, and asked a question. "This does beg the question of McLean's location. Is he still on premises, or attending some sort of awards show?"

"Yeah." Courtney added. "Something's fishy."

"Chris is gone!" Chef stomped his foot on the ground, causing some chatter among the contestants. "And I'm taking over! Got that? Now, time for the challenge ya' fools!" Chef walked off.

"I don't have all day." Justin replied. "I need a manicure."

"Pathetic." Alejandro replied.

Justin stood up in protest. "Hey!"

"Shut up, or I swear to god, I'll make you have wrinkles." Heather's threat to Justin caused fear for his looks to run down his spine, and he nodded and sat back down on the log. "Good."

"Defending your crush?" Alejandro raised an eyebrow, and Heather slapped him scoldingly, bringing pain. "Ouch. Still a fiery personality like always."

Amy smirked, thinking of an insult towards an enemy on her team. "It's not like you have to worry about looks, we can already see the botox shots coming, you wrinkly hag. It's your reputation."

"Excuse me?" Blaineley shoved her aside while on the log. "Is that why I'm the hostess of Celebrity Manhunt, beating all those other celebrities who wanted the job?"

"B-List." Amy crackled her knuckles.

"Might want to cover up that mole, sweetheart." Blaineley pat her on the head. "Maybe then people will think you're the better twin, so you can leech off of Samey's success and internet following."

"Oh, you did not!" Amy tackled her to the ground, causing a large fight between the two girls.

"Get her, twinny!" Duncan called out, enjoying it all. "Catfight on Aisle 2!"

"Yuck." Courtney rolled her eyes. "Their team is so childish. We've obviously got the winning edge, but need more leadership."

"Likely because Lightning's on the team!" Lightning boasted. "Sha-Bam!"

"And if we need leadership," Jo stood up, "I'll take the position."

Before Courtney could protest, Chef arrived back with two large pots, and a bucket. It reeked, and the contestants were all disgusted by the scent. "Wimps!" Chef crackled his knuckles after putting on a gas mask. "Alright, suckas! It's barf or be barfed on! Let's begin! There are two pots a' gross junk that y'all must stomach! But, here's the trick! This soup must be vomited up, into the bucket! So basically, consume enough 'til you chuck, and the team who fills the bucket first wins! The team that comes second will be considered losers, and is voting someone out tonight! Begin!"

"Man, it's good to have no prissy-boy Chris!" ~ Chef Hatchet

The campers were all slightly disgusted, save a few exceptions. Sugar walked over to the pot, and took a sip out of it, delighted. "Yummeh! Even better than the juggy chunks from the eighteenth century! How can ya' not like this?" She continued drinking more.

"There's something seriously wrong with you." Heather raised an eyebrow.

Scott walked out to his team's pot with confidence. "I've drunk worse!" Taking a sip, he swallowed it, until he felt a weird sensation in his stomach. "It's coming back up! It's coming back up!"

Amy rolled her eyes as he ran around in circles, and slammed her elbow into his stomach fiercely. "Throw up already!"

"Hey!" Sugar folded her arms. "Get yer' own redhead, missy!"

Scott threw up into the bucket, albeit not much. "Jeez."

"Great start." Amy smiled, and attacked him again. "Now throw up more! Gosh! Hurry up, you're like, wasting my time!"

Alejandro put his hand on Heather's shoulder, after observing Scott and Amy. "We could be like this, one day."

"Excuse me?" Heather knocked him off, glaring. "Stay away from me. I'm not your chica anymore!"

"Heather, please." Alejandro smiled. "Not in public, chica."

"STOP!" Heather kicked him in the shin, walking away.

"Heather's easy to manipulate. If she's mad, I'll make her even madder when she's the second camper to be voted out." ~ Alejandro

Blaineley looked at the pot, feeling quite uneasy as she approached it. "Ew… is it a superfood?"

Amy shoved her in, grinning. "Maybe upchucking will lose you a few hundred pounds, cow."

Blaineley pulled her head out, disgusted, and threw up into the pot, giving her team a major lead.

"Come on, guys." Courtney folded her arms. "They're beating us!"

"Wanna take the sip of fate and start us off?" Duncan smiled, annoying Courtney.

"Shut it." Courtney snapped.

"Minion!" Max called out, looking directly over to Scarlett. "Complete the challenge at once! Which means immediately."

Scarlett glared, "I simply refuse."

"Why are you disobeying me?" Max stomped his foot on the ground.

Scarlett formulated a plan in her mind. "Because, wouldn't throwing up and disgusting everyone be so evil and thrilling? I think you'd be more cut out for the job." Max thought for a minute.

"So, I shall do it first!" Max grinned, with an evil laugh. Taking a sip of the pot, he instantly threw up into the pot, and sucked his thumb.

"He's easier than a rubix cube." ~ Scarlett

"Alright!" Courtney clapped her hands. "Now, uh, keep on throwing up!"

Jo was angry with the pace he was going at. "Come on, faster, Dexter's Crapotory!" She picked up the pot, and started pouring it down his mouth. Max threw up in his mouth, and it poured out without him even needing to swallow the soup. Jo put the bucket down, as Max coughed and vomited violently.

"I have an idea as to how we can accelerate the pace of nauseating inside the bucket." Scarlett smiled, as an imaginary lightbulb went off in her head.

To her right, Max was twitching, barely conscious after what Jo dead.

"Sha-wimp." Lightning rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile, Scott tried throwing up more with Amy's 'asisstance', and Sugar kept on drinking more.

"We're supposed to throw it up, not drink it! You're wasting it!" Heather yelled.

"Hey!" Sugar roared back to Heather. "I ain't turning down a free meal on the house!"

Heather facepalmed. "Oh my god!"

"Allow me." Alejandro walked over to Justin. "Did you read the ingredients of the soup?"

"Who reads?" Justin replies.

"It contains the legendary Prune Concentrate." Alejandro smiled viciously. "If you consume it, you'll instantly upchuck all the fat and grey hair genes out of your body. My brother's and I used to drink it, but, I'm perfect now, so it's no longer necessary."

"Are you serious?" Justin folded his arms. Alejandro nodded, and Justin ran to the pot.

"As much as I hate Alejandro, any cure is good enough for me!"

Back on the other team, Scarlett began to explain in private. "As demonstrated with Max, so long as it goes in our mouth, and we spit it out into the bucket, we'll be able to trick Chef into believing that we regurgitated the soup so quickly. However, we'll have to make it look like we threw up, as a backup in case the plan has any undiscovered failures."

"You're a genius." Courtney replied. "Team, let's do it!"

Following Scarlett's advice, they brought some of the soup into their mouth, and even without swallowing it, a bad taste was left in their mouth. They pretended to throw up, and their bucket was rising at an accelerating speed.

Meanwhile, Justin had second thoughts. "It looks hazardous!"

"Do it." Alejandro smiled, and Justin nodded.

Taking many large gulps, Justin forced the liquid down his throat without any resistance. Eventually, he couldn't drink anymore and filled up his insides. His stomach began to rumble. "Uh oh, it's going to erupt!"

"Aim down at the bucket!" Heather demanded.

"Do what that hag said!" Amy added, while Scott stopped throwing up.

"I think he's got a winner." Duncan spoke after pretending to vomit, as they got closer.

Justin unleashed his vomit comet, and sent heaps of nauseating liquid into the bucket as he walked closer. Scarlett noticed this and spat out a banana peel from their bucket, throwing it back. Justin took another step closer to the put to throw up, and before it filled, he slipped on the peel, causing his vomit to spread onto all his teammates, including Chef.

"Yuck!" Blaineley threw up herself to. "My celebrity crush has been ruined!"

"OH MY GOD!" Amy squealed.

"Heh." Alejandro added.

"What the heck?" Chef pulled off his glasses.

"We did it!" Lightning cheered. "I mean, Lightning won! Sha-blurgh!" Before he could finish that, he legitimately threw up into their bucket, causing it to overflow.

"The Screaming Psychopaths win! Killer Maniacs, or whateva', you're coming with me."

"Argh!" Amy wiped the vomit off her outfit while storming off, but Duncan pulled her back.

He laughed. "It's a nice look for ya'."

"Shut up!" She kicked him in the groin as she stormed off.

At the elimination ceremony, things were quiet, until Chef eventually arrived wearing a dress. "Alright! You mention a word about this, and you'll be personally chuted outta' da' game! I got da' marshmallows. If you get one, you're safe."

Chef threw one out, speaking. "Sugar!" She caught it instantly in her mouth, delighted. "Scott!"

As he caught it in happiness, Sugar sucked it out of his hand, eating it too.

"What the? Anyway, Heather, Blaineley, you two are safe!" Chef threw them marshmallows too, leaving Alejandro, Amy and Justin with a chance of going home.

"Amy, ya' safe too!" He threw her a marshmallow. "The choice is pretty clear! And the pretty boy going home in a 3-2-1-1 vote… is…"

Chef continued with the tradition of having long suspenses.

"It is…

"Justin!" He threw Alejandro the last marshmallow. "Justin you is gone Al, you is safe!"

Justin stood up, in disbelief. "I would complain, but, I do not want to work in the circus! I am way hotter than Alejandro will ever be."

Alejandro waved goodbye, as Amy and Blaineley gave each other vicious stares, and Heather crackled her knuckles. "You're next, Al."

"Don't be counting on it." Alejandro replied.

By the chute, Justin was terrified by how disgusting it was. "Get me out of here! I'm a model!" Chef pulled the lever, and he was dropped deep down, with his screams echoing the island.

"Stupid pretty boy!" Chef spoke. "O, right, the outro!"

Blaineley smiled, taking the spotlight. "This one's on me, Chef! Lights, camera, action! We've seen two power players, or, not as strong, take the dreaded chute and twelve remain! Who will win? Who will lose? Stay tuned!"

The episode faded out.