"Last time, on Total Drama Island. The campers had to hike through the woods and overcome treacherous obstacles. There were tears, injuries, fire, everything that makes an outdoor trek fun. Greg's easily distracted nature caused him to discover the secret twist of the challenge, while Linda's rigid focus cost her team the challenge and her place on the island. Will Kenny and Ingrid come to another feud? Will there be any more alliance formations? Will someone go to the cleaners and get my shirts pressed? Find out tonight on Total... Drama... Island."
"Campers." Chris had assembled the campers bright and early to start them on their next challenge. "Today's challenge is a head-to-head event, or should I say, events. We're going to see just how well you perform as individuals and as teammates, and see who here can make the biggest mistakes under pressure. This week, we're going to have the tried and true classic of a summer camp, the Field Day Decathalon."
"Field Day? Didn't we stop having those in middle school?" Diana sighed.
"Oh, I'm stoked, ya'll!" Henry shouted. "Bring on the challenges, Chris. What're we going to do."
"Easy, there. You'll get a list of events after brekky. But here's the important thing. You will not be choosing who does which challenge. Instead, you'll be choosing who on your opponent's team will participate. There are 10 events and 10 campers on each team, so no camper will repeat an event. Most events won wins. Savvy? Alright, go ahead and eat."
(Confession Cam)
"We get to choose the opponents?" Martin confessed. "Must we really humiliate the other team for such advantages? Choosing our strongest members sits well with me, but the weakest?"
"Has anyone here ever done a decathlon?" Nicolas asked once the Eagles were huddled around their mess hall table.
"I have. They're usually split over two days. Half of the events are usually sprinting, fast-paced ones, and the others are slower ones that are more endurance-based. So I'm guessing we're going to have all sorts of different events." Kenny responded.
"That's going to be tough to choose. I mean, the only time we've really seen each other in action is in the cliff challenge. We were so far ahead during the hike." Shannon furrowed her brow and started to think.
"Man, I wish we had Linda. She could do any challenge like this well." Kenny frowned.
"Get over it." Ingrid responded. "She screwed up the challenge and it cost her. Besides, rigid focus like that will cause her to miss the challenge twists, and that's all these shows do. So let's just think about who to put in what event so they can screw up and we can win again."
(Confession Cam)
"Kenny is definitely a threat to me. I know that he and Shannon were the ones who tried to get me booted over Linda. They're going to be my next targets. I can't move today, two losses in a row gives us a huge disadvantage. But before the team merge, both of them will be toast." Ingrid confided.
At the Cobras table, Bobby was immediately delineating who he thought would be strong and weak.
"It's important that we know who is strong and who is weak so that, if there's an event we have no chance of winning, we can just chuck one of the Eagles's strongest members there. We need to capitalize on our hidden strengths. Patrick, that's probably going to be you."
"Me?" He replied.
"You managed to make it further than any of us on the cliff. But they won't think that, you didn't actually win the challenge. So we can use you to our greatest advantage."
(Confession Cam)
"Bobby praising me?" Patrick confessed. "He's right about what he said, but the fact that he said it is odd. What is he planning?"
The teams assembled outside of the mess hall, where Chris awaited.
"Campers, we've altered the standard decathlon events to make them more appropriate for a summer camp. Our first event is going to be the cross country sprint. The race isn't that long, but you're going to be going up hills, climbing over rocks, and so on. You'll be sprinting towards the beach, where the second event will be. So, teams, choose your opponent."
"We're going to choose Stella." Nicolas stated.
"Then we're going to pick Neil." Bobby returned. The two selected campers assembled themselves on the starting line.
"Good luck, rocker girl." Neil smiled.
"You're going to need that luck, magic boy. I heard you talking to your teammates on the cliff challenge, and you're not very athletic, are you?" Stella returned, but she spoke without a hint of condescension. Chris fired a pistol to start the race, and Stella took an early lead, leaping over the rocks with grace and impunity.
"Run smart, Neil." Diana ordered. "Take the hills slower." Neil did so, and it helped. While Stella ran at a consistent speed, Neil was able to conserve his energy for quick bursts as he went downhill. He was able to make up for much of his lost ground that Stella would gain during the hill climbs and few pieces of flat land. The race, however, was a short one, and Stella was able to use a quick adrenaline burst to pull ahead and win the race.
"Okay, so the first event goes to the Cobras." Chris reported. "Now, the second event is going to be a freestyle swim. You're going to swim across the lake to the other side, where the third challenge will be. Be sure to stay inside the buoyed course, campers, because that's the only area where I can kind of say our friends, the man-eating sharks, probably won't be."
"Kind of say?" Martin asked, but Chris turned his attention towards the other campers.
"So, whose going?" Kenny asked.
"We're picking Amanda." Ingrid responded, which caused Edward to cringe. Amanda was not only unathletic, but that foot injury had been distracting her. They were going to lose this race.
"Then we're picking Nicolas." Edward almost immediately barked out.
(Confession Cam)
"Nicolas is one of the strongest members on their team. If we're going to lose already, I'm making sure that they lose a strong link. All about strategy at this point. Sorry, Amanda." Edward confided.
"I don't like easy wins. I know that girl has a foot injury, and I'll easily win, but hey, accepting a concession would be worse. Come on, girl, let's race!" Nicolas was wearing his swimsuit under his clothes, so it was easy to strip down and prepare for a dip.
"Nice pecs, but khaki trunks?" Michelle teased once Nicolas was ready for the race.
"Get a good look." He flexed for her. "That's all you're getting. As for my shorts, well, I like the color. Ever see the movies? All explorers were khaki." Amanda changed into her bikini while Nicolas flirted.
"Hey, not bad at all. At least you'll look good while you're at the challenge." Nicolas complemented, which caused Amanda to avert her eyes and blush.
The two racers got in the water, and Chris fired another pistol shot to start the race. Unlike the previous sprint race, this race was over before it began. Although Amanda's foot injury didn't slow her down too much, there was absolutely no way she could outswim Nicolas even at her best. The Eagles took the second event with little protest. Nicolas exited the lake to the cheers of the Eagles. Amanda, remembering what Nicolas told her before the race, refused to stop, and swam to the other side. Most of the other campers had moved to the third event, but Nicolas and Edward were waiting for her.
"How's your foot?" Edward asked.
"Not bad." Amanda said, trying to speak without hesitating. Nicolas handed her a towel.
"I'd much prefer to race against you at your peak." He responded, drying his hair with his own towel. "Come on, let's all go to the third event." The three made their way a short distance to a track, where the other campers were huddled around Chris.
"Now that we are all here, I'll announce the next event. The next few events are going to take place on our track. Our first event here is going to be the hurdles. Simple enough, just run around the track once and jump over the hurdles. To make things more fun, though, I'm going to light these hurdles on fire." Chris pushed a remote trigger he was holding and, sure enough, all of the hurdles burst into flames.
"So, whose going to be our victims?" Chris's grin took on a sinister tone.
"Pyro much?" Diana asked, but Chris ignored her.
"Uhh, this doesn't look safe, big brother." Shannon bit her nails.
"Looks like Shannon just volunteered, folks." Bobby stated.
"What the hell!" Kenny scowled at Bobby, who chuckled.
"And so have you, cowpoke." An upset Henry rallied to Kenny's defense by selecting Bobby, whose smile immediately diminished. As he got into position, Kenny pulled Shannon aside.
"Just don't concentrate on the fire. Don't even think about it. Just think of it as an obstacle. You can do this, Shan."
"O...okay. Big brother, I..."
"No. Don't question." Kenny cut her off. "Just go forward. Concentrate on what is in front of you. That's what you have to do."
"All...all right." Shannon steeled her face as she went to the starting line, and the race was underway. Bobby took an early lead, his larger size giving him more leaping power over Shannon. About halfway through the course, however, his leg brushed against one of the hurdles, causing him to lose his balance. Although he didn't fall on the hurdle, he had lost his momentum. While he had to go backward to get up to speed to cross the next hurdle, Shannon moved ever forward, passing him and crossing the finish line. The Eagles cheered loudly, revelling in Bobby's defeat.
"Alright, third event's over, and the Eagles are winning 2 to 1. The next event is going to be the discus. Who here thinks they've got a good arm?" Chris reported.
"Edward. We're picking Edward" Ingrid responded.
"Your mouth is annoying." Edward responded. "I guess that means I'm whooping you in this event, Ingrid." Ingrid scoffed at this, but picked up the rubber discus and threw it. It barely went a few yards.
"What?" Ingrid shrugged to her team. "I've never done this before." Edward grabbed his discus and hurled it with a large amount of force. His technique was as bad as Ingrid's was, but his sailed further due to his higher strength. Without another word, Edward went back to his cheering team.
"And Edward ties it up. Okay, campers, the next event is the long jump. Who thinks they're getting some air?"
"Definitely not Jake." Stella said. "That guy always talked about how much he loved the sky rush. I think we should go with the holy guy."
"Agreed." Edward returned. "Martin, you're up."
"Not sure who to pick now." Kenny furrowed his brow. "Patrick's pretty tough, so I'm thinking either Daniel, Greg or Michelle."
"Daniel, then." Martin responded. "Greg is a strange one, and not a safe gamble, and Michelle is lighter, thus she has less wind drag." The skier nodded, removing his hat. Martin intoned a prayer and attempted to make the jump, tucking his body to create less surface area being held back by the wind. His score at twelve and a half feet brought many cheers. Daniel gritted his teeth as he prepared the jump. As he attempted the stunt, however, he cycled his arms and legs forward as if running through the air.
"He's gonna fall." Tanya gasped.
"He'd better not." Bobby returned. As Daniel neared the ground, he swept his arms downward and pivoted his body, preventing him from falling backward and setting his jump at fourteen feet.
"Heh, all that time on the mountain, and you'll learn not to fall down." Daniel smirked.
"And the Cobras pull ahead." Chris responded. "Okay, we've got one last event at the track, and that's the javelin throw."
"I say we pick Tanya. There's no way she's good at this event, and if she is, she can be easily distracted. If I had an audience like her at my magic act, I could use my easiest tricks." Neil quietly asided to his team.
"How can we distract her within the rules?" Nicolas asked.
"You're still in your swim trunks. She's been drooling ever since we got to the track." Ingrid returned.
"Okay, fair enough. We pick Tanya." Kenny announced.
"Then I'll go against Henry!" She announced before anyone else on the team could talk. Henry nodded, and passed his cowboy hat to Nicolas to hold. The two grabbed their javelins. Henry stepped up first and threw it hard. Although it traveled fast, Henry threw it a little too high, and it reached it's apex early.
"Wow, that's really good!" Tanya, oblivious to how the event was supposed to go, cheered.
"Thanks. You're all right, sugar. If you don't win, I'll give you a kiss." Henry blurted out thoughtlessly.
"Really!" This elated Tanya, and she threw her javelin very sloppily, coming nowhere near Henry's throw. She then immediately ran over to her competitor and kissed him. The Cobras seemed angry at first due to her poor performance, but soon they started looking at her with shock and a bit of revulsion.
"Does she breathe?" Edward remarked at the length of the kiss. Once she finished, Henry walked back in shock towards his team.
"Wow, I can't believe that worked." Ingrid cocked an eyebrow at the strange spectacle.
"I don't think he planned it. Look at Henry, poor thing looks like he was hit by a bus." Diana replied.
"Nice work, hot lips!" Neil jeered. The rest of the Eagles shared in the joke.
"I hope I don't get a rash or something." Henry huffed as he placed his hat back on.
"Alright, we're going to be leaving the track now. The score is all tied up going into the seventh event, which is a long-distance race, where you will race to the mess hall, and the road you'll be taking is through the woods."
"I'm picking Allison then." Bobby interrupted Chris, which caused the host to scowl.
"The only ones left are Greg, Michelle, Patrick, and Kelly." Diana recounted.
"Let's pick Patrick then. Allison's not going to win anyway." Kenny responded. "She's not even going to try anyway, just watch." Patrick took off like a rocket through the woods, while Allison walked. Just as predicted, she didn't even remotely try to win. Patrick soon caught on to this, and walked the remainder of the distance towards the mess hall. Allison eventually showed up at the mess hall to a crowd of glaring teammates, but she simply adjusted her headphones and walked right past them.
"Okay, so now, we're going to have a bit of a break from the usual physical activity events. This next event is going to be a little bit of infiltration. Sneak into the mess hall and steal any piece of food from Chef's fridge. But be careful, you'll never know where Chef is hiding. You won't lose if he finds you, but things will be much more difficult for you if you are caught. Who's feeling dangerous?"
"I know Michelle is certainly feeling bold." Nicolas volunteered a Cobra.
"Wait, why didn't you say Greg? He's never subtle." Neil asked.
"It's too obvious. We need to pick something less obvious and pit Greg in a more direct challenge. He probably lives for this type of needless drama anyway."
"Cobras, who do you pick?" Chris asked.
"Diana, I suppose." Patrick stated. "I don't know what to think of her, and Kenny and Jake are worrysome."
"Okay, I can do this. Hey, preach, any words of support? I mean, isn't stealing a sin or something."
"We are all sinners, but we are supposed to be doing this. May God favor you. I'm glad to hear you enjoy the Word so much."
"Maybe I'll confess to you later." She winked before stealthily opening one of the back windows. Chef was nowhere in sight. Michelle, however, decided to climb to the roof and snuck in one of the higher windows and made it onto the rafters. Diana crept along the floor and crawled under the swinging doors, while Michelle had to make her way to the floor and swing in through the window where Chef served the food. The fridge was right in front of them, but there was another problem. Chef's footsteps could be heard in the pantry. Diana scampered under a table while Michelle ducked behind a trash can, flattening herself against the wall.
Chef furtively looked around the room, and started moving away from the fridge, towards Michelle's hiding place. Seizing the opportunity, Diana slithered on her belly until she reached the fridge. Quietly, she reached in and grabbed the first thing she could find, a head of lettuce. She quickly slithered back under the table, but the slight noise drew the attention of Chef, who started moving his way back towards the fridge. Michelle attempted to move to a better hiding spot, but her footsteps alerted Chef, who wheeled his way over towards her as fast as he could. That distraction allowed Diana to slip out the backdoor and back towards the campers.
"All right, good work, Diana!" Shannon cheered.
"Blessed be this victory." Martin cheered, letting out more emotion then he usually did. A minute later, Michelle exited the mess hall, carrying an apple.
"I know that I lost, but I'm at least going to complete the challenge." She responded before giving the apple to Edward.
"For helping Amanda with her foot." She responded. Edward took it from her with a nod.
"All tied up with only two events left. I hope you guys can bring it." Chris talked to that last four campers who had not yet participated.
"Between Kenny and me, we should be fine." Jake smiled.
"So, what's the event." Kelly responded. She licked her lips in anticipation. This was where she shined.
"I didn't think you campers would keep things up like this. But the ninth event is going to be the archery contest. We're going to do a bull's-eye blitz. You're going to alternate firing at a target until one person hits a bull's-eye. After that, the first person not to hit the bulls-eye is out. So, who wants to give it a shot." Chris chuckled a bit as he gave the event.
"Greg!" Jake said almost immediately.
"Suit yourselves, this is gonna be great. I'm pretty good with a rifle, you know. Bows and arrows aren't the same thing, but I can shoot a nickel off a fence post." Greg grabbed the bow and arrow. Rather then getting ready to shoot, he opted to sit on the ground and attempt to juggle them.
"We're doomed." Kelly responded. "Might as well pick Kenny." The two boys stepped up with bows and arrows in hand. Greg decided to shoot first, and his shot didn't come remotely close to the target.
"I think everyone should stand back about 50 feet whenever Greg has something pointy in his hands." Kenny cracked.
"Or sharp. Or hot. Or toxic." Greg finished the sentence without even thinking about it. Kenny fired his arrow, and hit the outer ring.
"Good, now I know what to do!" Greg fired his arrow, but again, completely missed the target, aiming completely over it.
"Hey, Chef." Chris spoke in hushed tones. "Wanna bet he hits an intern?" Chef shook his head, and watched Kenny fire another shot, hitting a shot right next to the bulls-eye.
"Greg, we're going to lose! Concen..." Kelly started to encourage, but realized the futility of telling him to focus.
"Hey, try firing with your eyes closed!" She said.
"What!" Kenny responded. "He could hit me!"
"Just do it!" Kelly shouted. "It couldn't hurt!"
"Okay!" Greg loaded his bow and arrow and shut his eyes. He fired, and the shot arched gracefully straight into the bull's-eye.
"Holy crap!" Edward was shocked. "How did that work?"
"Because it's harder!" Greg returned. Edward was about to point out that those two things didn't go together, but he remained quiet, lest he provoke another random response from Greg.
"Do it, Big Brother!" Shannon cheered. Gritting his teeth, Kenny fired his third shot. Although it wasn't nearly as good as Greg's shot, it still hit the bull's-eye.
"Alright, so the first person who doesn't hit the bull's-eye loses. Go ahead, Greg." Chris responded. Greg shot another blind shot straight into the target. Kenny gritted his teeth and returned another shot, hitting the bulls-eye. The two traded salvos, consistently hitting the bull's-eye.
"I'm impressed, Greg." Kelly cheered. "Keep it up!"
"Okay!" Greg hit another bulls-eye. Kenny was starting to sweat vigorously. It was getting hard for him to hold the bow properly. However, he still managed to hit his mark.
"Getting kinda tough for ya, big guy. You can back out if you want." Greg offered. "I mean, it's okay." Greg did another blind shot straight into the target.
"Not...a...chance!" Kenny shouted, pulling his bowstring so tight it nearly snapped the bow in half. Kelly shrugged at his bravado. Greg was surpassing everyone's expectations in this event. They just might clinch this.
"This is boring. Come on, fall down already!" Greg responded with another bull's-eye. "Can you hit better then that?"
"Yes!" Kenny shouted, firing another shot. Although it wasn't as close to the center as Greg's shot, it was still good enough to be a bull's eye.
"Why don't you try looking into the sun while you shoot?" Kenny offered slyly. "The worse form you have, the better you do."
"Oh, come on, I'm not stupid." Greg fired another a shot, but it went wide, hitting the outer ring.
"And that's game. Kenny and the Eagles pull ahead. Cobras, you can still pull a tie-breaker." Chris reported.
"How did that happen? Greg didn't follow those instructions." Jake asked. Kenny started chuckling a bit to himself.
"I noticed that Greg tended to position himself very specifically before he shot. He pivoted around when I spoke to him, and it threw him off balance. Okay, Jake. It's all up to you."
(Confession Cam)
"Man, that Kenny's got a dangerous mind when he puts his mind to things. It's helping us now, but when we get to the team merge, do I really want to be facing off against that?" Jake confessed
"You got it. Hey, Chris, what's the challenge?" Jake asked.
"The last challenge is a joust. You'll be standing on platforms trying to knock each other off using pugil sticks." The host answered.
"Pugil sticks?" Kelly asked.
"Think an eight foot long Q-tip." Chris returned. "Kelly and Jake, as the only two who haven't gone yet, please take your places." The final contestants grabbed their weapons.
"Good luck, hon." Jake returned.
"I won't need it." Kelly grimaced, and immediately started with an attack towards Jake's face. He parried it and tried to sweep under Kelly's legs, but she jumped. The two traded blows, each attempting to end things quickly with a single decisive blow.
"Wow, they're both really good at this." Henry cheered as they battled each other, buffeting each other with the weapons.
"You're very good, Jake, but now, this ends!" Kelly thrust quickly towards Jake's face, causing him to rear back. He fell back on his heels and nearly toppled straight off the platform, but he quickly ducked. He had a perfect aim at her gut, but instead, opted to smack her in the wrist, causing Kelly to drop her weapon.
"You can't win now, sweetie." Jake smiled. "Either jump off or go down fighting."
"A soldier always goes down fighting!" Kelly grabbed the end of Jake's weapon and started pulling and pushing with it, trying to knock her opponent with force rather then a weapon. Jake had a superior grip on the weapon, but Kelly's savagery and random movements were giving her the advantage. Rather then fight, he opted to let go the second Kelly starting pulling backward. The loss of resistance caused her to topple off the platform and away from victory.
"And that's the end! With six to four, the Raging Eagles are safe from elimination! Cobras, you fought hard, but now it's over. Choose your favorite loser and send them packing."
(Confession Cam)
"I'm worried that people are going to look at my failure moreso then any others because I failed last." Kelly reported. "Yeah, six of us lost, but I lost last, and some of the other losers are going to start thinking that it was my fault. As much as I don't want to play alliance, I'm going to have to. Greg and I can team up, since we did well despite losing."
While Kelly spoke to Greg, the four winners huddled around each other.
"So, who's getting the axe?" Edward asked.
"Well, Amanda had that foot injury, so I'm willing to cut her a little slack. And then Michelle, Greg, and Kelly did pretty good. I say Bobby, he's just too aggressive." Stella returned.
"Yeah, but Tanya screwed up real bad. I say we should get rid of her." Daniel replied.
"Bobby." Edward responded. "Can't stand that little prick. Thinks he's all good."
"I'm not against booting out Amanda, though. How long is that foot injury going to last?" Patrick pointed out. Edward scowled at his response.
"A foot injury won't last too long." Edward was much more forceful then usual. "She'll be fine by tomorrow. Why don't we just boot out someone who isn't cooperative."
"He'll cooperate as long as the teams last." Patrick returned. "Amanda's just gonna mess up again."
"Patrick, sweetie, just don't bother. Edward here is just sweet on her." Stella joked. Edward became even angrier, but said nothing.
"Well, let's just vote and see. This isn't going anywhere." Patrick and Stella left the group.
"Campers. This is the third bonfire ceremony. You've all cast your votes, and you know the drill. So come up and claim your marshmallow when you win, and if you're not called, it's Boat of Losers time. First up is Edward." Edward strolled up to claim his prize as the host's announcement.
"Stella. Patrick. Daniel. Michelle." Chris rattled off some names as the Cobras came up at his call.
"Greg, well done today, you're safe." Greg cheerfully grabbed his. The rest of the campers started to tense up.
"Kelly." The army girl eagerly grabbed her prize. The remaining three became even more tense: Amanda started breathing heavily, Bobby's causal indifference became a look of concern, and Tanya chewed her fingernails.
"Amanda." Patrick seemed surprised that Chris called the redhead, but said nothing as she walked to get her marshmallow. He did notice that she wasn't favoring her other leg as much, and decided that Edward was probably right about her foot.
"Okay, campers, this is the final marshmallow. Either Bobby or Tanya will be leaving us tonight." Chris held up the marshmallow and baited the campers with it. Bobby shot looks of both concern and anger at his teammates, while Tanya nearly keeled over from the stress.
"Bobby." Chris announced.
"Heh, looks like you all still have some brains. Later, Tanya." Bobby joined the campers, while a dejected Tanya walked down towards the Dock of Shame with slumped shoulders and a deep sigh.
"Goodbye. When you get home, flat iron your hair to make it straight. Boys'll love it." Amanda responded. Tanya smiled a little.
"The goal is tenure, not turnover. You'll get those boys once you calm down." Michelle taught. The other campers, sans Bobby, gave her words of encouragement, and when she was done, Tanya had her head held high as she boarded the boat.
"And another camper walks the humiliating Dock of Shame. The rest of you, go back to sleep. You're safe, for tonight."
Votes
Tanya: Bobby, Daniel, Greg, Kelly, Michelle
Bobby: Amanda, Edward, Stella, Tanya
Amanda: Patrick
