"LAHST TIME ON TOTALHL DRAMHA ISLAND" Chris slurred, stumbling on the dock.

*Clips from the last episode are shown*

"THE TWO TEAMS OUTRAN SOME RABID DOGS IN A SHITTY RACE".

*The contestants are shown fleeing from the dogs*

"AFTERWARDS, WE MADE THEM COMPETE IN THE GODAWFUL AWAKE-A-THON"

*They are shown sitting on the tree stumps, eventually falling over in sleep*

"WHERE MOST DIDN'T EVEN LAST TWO DAYS".

*Akechi is shown on his phone, and Barron is shown freaking out and storming off*

"THROUGH SOME DEVIOUS SCHEMING, AKECHI WAS ABLE TO KNOCK OUT ONE OF THE FALCONS' BEST PLAYERS"

*The fight in the Falcon Cabin is shown*

"LEAVING THEM IN CHAOS".

*George is shown emerging from the woods*

"AND AFTER SOME OTHER SHIT, THE RATS WON, AND BARRON'S RICH ASS WAS VOTED OFF"

*Barron is shown being dragged down the dock, kicking and screaming*

"EAT YOUR HEART OUT CNN".

*The camera cuts back to Chris*

"WILL THE RATS BE ABLE TO CAPITALIZE ON THEIR WIN? WILL THE FALCONS RESURGE IN A FLAME OF GLORY? WILL WE FINALLY GET A DECENT CONTEST?" Chris pointed some finger guns at the camera. "FIND THE FUCK OUT. RIGHT HERE. ON TOTAL. DRAMA. ISLAND!".

*Opening credits*

Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine
You guys are on my mind
You asked me what I wanted to be
And now I think the answer is plain to see
I want to be famous

I want to live close to the sun
Well, pack your FAGS cause I've already won.
Everything to prove nothing in my way
I'll get there one day

Cause I want to be famous

Nanana'nanaana nana nana na na na na na naa
I wanna be, I wanna be; I wanna be famous
I wanna be, I wanna be; I wanna be famous

[Whistle's to theme]

*It ends*

The camera cut to the mess hall, where some contestants were lined up to eat breakfast. Today's meal: Bacon.

Chef had just put some on Anything4viewz's tray. "Oi, Cunt!" he said, angrily. "This shits not even cooked!" he said, holding a up a very cold, very raw piece of bacon. "Did you literally just take this shit outta tha freezer?". "Fuck off" Chef replied, annoyed. Chad just scoffed and walked off back toward the Falcon table. Toriel was next in line.

"Um, uh, e-excuse me Chef" she said timidly. "M-My teeth aren't really accustomed to chewing meat, a-and my stomach can't digest it that well either, so, um" she said, referring to her various herbivorous features. She is a goat, after all. "Do you have like a, like a salad or vegetable option that I ca-" "No" he replied. "O-Oh, um, okay. D-Do yo-" "All we have is meat" he said, leaning over the counter very seriously. "Either you eat it, or you starve, Got it?" he said intimidatingly. "o-okay" Toriel responded, meekly taking her tray and leaving. Next up was Peridorp.

"Gimme the bacon bitch!" she yelled excitedly, her lil arms grubbily grabbing over the counter.

The camera then panned over to everyone else.

At the Rat table, everyone was busy eating their bacon and talking, though a few members were missing.

"How's yours, Ma? Is it good?" Dorothy asked. "Are you kidding?" she said, spitting out a piece of the bacon "I've eaten hockey pucks softer than this". She then held up a piece of bacon that was extremely burnt. "Look at this! This thing's blacker than one of Charles II's Kiwis!" she said, the laugh track going apeshit. "Oh Ma, you're right, these are burnt! Tell ya what, how bout I take this back and get ya a new one, huh?" Dorothy replied, picking up her plate. "Thanks pussycat." "No problem Ma" she said, taking her plate back toward the counter. "Oh, and Dorothy" "Yes?" "Can you bring me back some Orange Juice while you're up too?" "Sure". Sophia amplified her voice as Dorothy went out of frame "And none of that Sunny D crap, ok?". She returned to her normal volume "'The stuff that kids go for', PFFT, please".

Goofy had mostly recovered from his injuries, and was currently sitting with Frank and Remy, the latter of which was currently trying to improve his meal with some of the former's spices. "Hey, Hey!" Frank said, grabbing the paprika from Remy "This shit ain't cheap, alright? When I said you could use some I didn't mean the whole fuckin bottle!". Remy looked annoyed.

****Confession: Frank****

"I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do with these spices" he proclaimed, holding several bottles of various spices in his hands and around his arms. "I mean I got all types of shit here". He started presenting them. "I got, uh, Paprika, Nutmeg, some Garlic Powder, a little Oregan-" Frank realized what the Green herbs he was holding actually were. "Oh, uh, this aint, this aint Oregano, its my, uh" Frank began trying to hide the little baggy. "You're, uh, not supposed to see thi-"

****End Confession****

Anyway, while things were for the most part amicable at the Rat table, the Falcon Table wasn't doing too good.

Sargon was hunched over at his seat on his phone, not even paying attention to his food. Apparently his mass-flagging campaign of his hate videos was spectacularly backfiring. Not only had the videos not disappeared, but there was now even more of them; this time about the campaign itself. "I mean, comh ohn now! Its like this bloke's neveh even hearhd of tha Streisand Effect beforh!" GradeUnderA could be heard saying, a poorly made doodle accompanying him. The shitshow was massive. It hadn't taken long for youtubers to piece together Sargon's involvement in the affair. A leaked Reddit chatlog was all it took for his subscriber count to plummet. Along with his Patrion proceedings. He just sat there, browsing the videos and angrily exhaling.

"*Snort* Heh, hey! *snort* hey Sargon!" Peridorp said, poking him on the cheek with her bacon. "Whot? What is it?" he said, annoyed. Peridorp was struggling to hold back her laughter. "Ch-Check this out! *snort*" she said, holding up her phone. On it was a ranking list of all the contestants. "Some *snort* guy did a poll on who people think will win" she explained, scrolling through. "*Snort* *Snort*, and guess what?" she said, chuckling. "You're DEAD LAST" Peridorp then burst into a fit of laughter, rolling around on the ground. "What?!" Sargon replied, shocked.

Sargon yanked the phone from her lil hands. The list ranked contestants from top to bottom. Users could vote for who they thought would win Total Drama, with those receiving the most votes at the top. And, just as Peridorp said, those with the least votes were at the bottom, with Sargon being among them.

****Confession: Sargon****

"This is such shit!" he said, angrilly presenting the list to the camera. "I-I mean look at this!" he started scrolling. "This fuckign prick divided us into 4 tiers, right?. Get a load of this. Top tier: 1st place: Jerma" he said, pointing to Jerma's spot, which had about 7000 votes. "Are you fucking kidding me?".

****Cut to Mess Hall****

The camera cut to Jerma, who was currently doing a hand stand. "Ya see this?" he said, showing off to everyone else. He had been doing a hand stand for a solid 12 minutes. "Endurance, that's what this. Alright? Endurance". Peridorp smugly chuckled, "I guess it's harder for the blood to rush to your head when your so short! *snort*". A few other contestants laughed. Jerma was offended. "Hey! I-I'm not short, Alright?! I'm Compact! You see these?", he said motioning to his arms "These are compact muscles!". He handwalked over to her. "I don't see yo-" he then lost balance and fell, causing more laughter.

****Cut back to Sargon****

"And then, fuckin, 3rd place: Chad. *Scoff* Are you for real? That fat bastard?! He's 3rd place?".

****Cut to Mess Hall****

Anything4viewz was talking to Toriel. "Ya gonna eat that?" he said, pointing to her bacon, which was actually somewhat cooked. "Oh, um, n-no you can have it" she replied, passing her plate over. "Thanks" he said, taking a bite out of hers. "UGh" he spit it out. "Fuckin Turkey Bacon? Seriously?!" he threw the plate down, startling Toriel. "That's fuckin it!" he said, getting up and marching toward the counter, where Dorothy and Chef could be heard arguing. Toriel just looked down dismayedly, her stomach rumbling.

****Cut back to Sargon****

"This is probably the worst fuckin part" he said. He was now at the bottom the list: The "Shit Tier". "So I'm numba 20 right?" he said, pointing to his spot, which had about 12 votes. "Guess whos right fuckin above me". He scrolled up for dramatic effect. "FUCKIN PEACH: THE CRIPPLE!".

****Cut to Mess Hall****

Peach was currently being spoon fed some bacon that Mario had pre-chewed. "Open up-a!" he said, shoving it into her mouth. All Peach could do was garble. Suddenly, she spit it the Bacon chunks all over Mario's face. "Peach-a!" Mario said, frustrated "i don want bacon" she said, a lil bit of the bacon bits sliding down her chin "i wan som cheese bizza". She weakly lifted her arm and pointed to the Counter "go get me som". "Sweety there is no-a pizza!" Mario replied "then go tell the guy to make som" she replied, pointing to Chef. Chef was currently threatening to slit Dorothy's throat. "I don't think that's-a such a good idea-a" Mario replied, somewhat scared.

*****Cut back to Sargon****

"117 VOTES!" he yelled, angrily slamming his phone on the ground. "UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!"

****End Confession****

Sargon stared down at the phone in shock. "T-T-This doesn't mean anything!" he exclaimed, desperately trying to damage control. "P-People are just fucking meming cuz of all the youtube shit!". "*Snort* I-If, If" Peridorp couldn't stop laughing "If it doesn't matter *snort* then why are you so angry?!" She then began laughing her fucking lungs out again, rolling around on the floor like the lil gremlin she is. "These are just opinions! They don't actually..." as Sargon attempted to defend himself, the camera panned over to the kitchen counter, where Dorothy, Chef, and Anything4views were currently arguing.

"You need help, professional help!" Dorothy yelled, angrily pointing at him and returning to the Rat table. I guess threatening to slit her throat kinda pissed her off. "You can't even fuckin cook, can you?! Ya just some beefy cunt they got to keep us fed!" Chad yelled, holding up his raw bacon. Chef just angrily stared at him with his cold, dark eyes.

A younger Chef in military fatigues is shown. He appears to be in a dark, earthy pit of some sort, and is sitting in the fetal position. He is softly shaking. Suddenly, light shines in from above, startling him. Shadowy figures can heard conversing in Vietnamese. "Please, Please" Chef wimpers. "I'm so hungry, please just give me some food!" he sobs. "You want food?" a Vietnamese voice is heard saying. Suddenly, something large is dropped into the pit. It's an American soldier's corpse. Chef is horrified. "no... no please... Please N-" "YOU EAT!" the Viet Cong soldier replies angrily. "YOU SAID YOU HUNGRY, YES? YOU EAT! YOU EAT OR YOU STARVE!". Darkness soon returns, the Viet Cong soldier angrily slamming the cover to the pit back on. Chef begins crying.

Chef snaps back to reality. "You want your food cooked, huh?" he says, soullessly eying Anything4viewz. "*Scoff* It'd be nice!" Chad replies, sassily. Chef's expression was unchanged. "Oh I'll cook your food alright" Chef then rapidly turned on the stove, yanking Chad by the hair and slamming his face onto it. "AAAGGHHHHHH!" Chad's screams were the only things that could be heard in the mess hall, as everyone else was too shocked to say anything. "This cooked enough for ya, Pig-Boy!" Chef yelled, angrily burning his face.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee're BACK" Mike announced, bursting through the door, six pack in hand. Mike's entrance's startled Chef, allowing Chad to break free. "Fucking Psycho!" he yelled, returning to the Falcon Table. Jay followed soon after, along with George. "Ey! There he is!" Frank said, happily extending his arms out "Theres our winner!". Everyone at Rat table clapped at their champion's entrance, with George awkwardly smiling and taking his seat.

****Confesssion: George****

George was reclining back in outhouse, looking pretty pleased with himself. "Ya know, I've always felt underappreciated" he said, biting a piece of bacon, a laugh track playing. "And while, uh, the fanfare is a bit much" he said, obviously downplaying how much he enjoyed it "I gotta say, it is pretty nice to finally get recognized. I mean sure, I can hardly remember any of last night but, uh *crunch*" George shrugged "Summer of George".

****End Confession****

"Hey!" Frank yelled, getting the attention of the Falcons, "How does it feel knowin a kid sunk ya whole team!". Zarya did not take kindly to his gloating. "YOU ONLY WON BECAUSE MIDDLE AGE MAN WENT PSIKH!" she yelled, accusingly pointing at George. George just shrugged.

While the two teams continued to argue, the camera cut to Toriel, who looked fucking miserable. Her stomach was rumbling pretty loud now, and she seemed pretty embarrassed about it. She hadn't eaten in about 4 days. All the sweets she packed got gobbled up in the first 2 days, and the last thing she ate was that shitty soup from the Awake-A-Thon , so she was pretty hungry. Toriel eyed the door. She knew what she had to do.

Standing up, she navigates toward it, dodging various thrown plates and other items. The argument from before had rapidly devolved into a shitty food fight. "Pardon me, I just need, uh-" she ducks as a plate shatters on the wall behind her. Apparently, Goofy hadn't taken too kindly to Chad calling him a "Retarded Cartoon Character". "Just need to, uh, get some fresh air! heh.." she said, nervously squeezing past Peach's wheelchair.

Finally, the door! She was so close! Just a few more steps and she'd- "Good morning everyone!" Akechi announced, accidently slamming the door into Toriel's snout. "Agh!" she yelped, falling to floor. Akechi was totally oblivious "Sorry I missed breakfast, thought I'd catch up on some reading!" he said, enthusiastically holding up some Japanese book. Nobody was really paying attention, as they were all still fighting. Akechi just shrugged it off.

"Ow..." Toriel whined, holding her snout. "Oh, goodness!" Akechi said, noticing her on the ground "Are you alright?". Akechi offered his hand to help her up, but she refused, quickly rising to her feet. "Yes Yes I'm fine! heh.." she replied, covering her snout. "Are you sure? You like you're bleedi-" "I'm Fine!", she responded, hiding her intense nosebleed and shoving past him outside, trailing blood. "Well that was odd" he thought to himself. Again, he just shrugged it off.

Ignoring the fight, Akechi took his seat next Normahn, who had just been playing with the ARI the whole time. "Good morning Agent Jayden" he said, putting his stuff on the table. "Huh?" Norman said, taking off ARI "Oh hey Goro" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly. "I see you repaired the ARI" Akechi said, pointing to it. "Oh yeah, I managed to, uh, fix it with some schotch tape" Norman replied, holding it up. It looked like a piece of shit, but it was still functional apparently. Meanwhile, in the background, Zarya was holding Goofy down by the throat, nearly crushing his wind pipe whilst Dorothy desperately tried to pull peridorp off her back.

"What's with the umbrellah?" Norman asked. Akechi had an umbrella, for some fuckin reason. "Oh, well I thought the weather might be bad so I-" jUSt then a fucking THUNDERBOLT shot down from the sky outside, startling everyone. Even Mr T, who had fallen asleep meditating in the corner. The door opened, revealing the silhouette of man. It was Chris, and he looked disheveled as fuck.

"HeY hEY HEY PaRty PEeoPpLEEEEEEE" he slurred, stumbling in. I guess he had finally crashed off his drug high.

After stumbling around a bit, he finally collapsed on the Falcon table, vomiting all over it. Mike and Jay are seen cringing in disgust before taking sips from their beers.

"God-Fucking-Damnit" Chef mumbles, walking over to the comatose host. After pulling Chris's head back, Chef pulls out a small vial of white powder and sHOvES it right into his nose. Chris's eyes shoot open and he suddenly jumps upright, good as new, kinda like when Popeye eats some spinach, but instead of spinach it's coke.

"CAMPERS" he yells enthusiastically "HOWS IT GOIN". The room was a fucking mess from the fight earlier, but Chris was either too coked up to realize it or he just didn't give a fuck. "YOU GUYS READY FOR TODAY'S CHALLENGE?!" HE PRACTICALLY SCREAMED. "Finally, I thought the challenge was who could survive eatin that bacon!" Sophia said, a laugh track playing. I don't know why though cuz that joke was fucking terrible.

"MEET ME AT THE THUNDEROME BITCHES" he yelled, zooming out the door like Sonic.

The camera cut to the outside. Like Akechi had predicted, the weather was fucking terrible. Not only was it fucking pouring rain, but it was so dark outside that, despite being only 9 AM, it looked like night. Nobody seemed excited to follow him out. "Good thing I brought my umbrella!" Akechi said, smiling. Everyone else just glared at him.

Jerma was the first to leave, zooming out much like Chris did. Unfortunately, he slipped soon after exiting, face-planting in the mud. He was soon trampled by several other contestants, all desperate to get out of the rain.

"Would you like to accompany me?" Akechi asked, extending his umbrella out pointedly. Normahn thought it over for a moment. He flashed back to all the wacky shit he did in Heavy Rain, like getting hit by a car whilst chasing a guy, or fighting the OriGAHmi Killa. "No... No I think Ah'll be fine" he said, stoically walking out into the rain whilst dramatic music from the Heavy Rain OST played. "...Alright" Akechi said, somewhat weirded out.

Stepping out into the rain, Akechi intended to join the others, who were all currently trying to shield themselves from the downpour. However, something caught his eye. There was a light pole, which was shining down a little circle of light on the ground; it was very cinematic. On the edge of this circle, there appeared to a figure hunched over into the darkness. Stepping Closer, Akechi realized who it was.

"Miss Dreemur?" he asked. The figure turned around, revealing themselves. It was Toriel, and her mouth was full of grass. "Are you... Grazing?" he asked, perplexed. Toriel just knelt there, eyes wide like a deer in a headlight. Well, more accurately, like a goat caught in a headlight.

****Confession: Toriel****

"Oh Gosh!" she let out holding her face in her hands, "This is so embarrassing!". She looked up again. "I-I always did this back home whenever I ran out of food, but I-I never thought anyone would actually find out!". She then let out a groan in frustration, putting her head back in her hands.

****End Confession****

The two stared at one another awkwardly, the rain pouring down on the both of them. Toriel swallowed the grass and then broke the silence "A-A-Akechi! H-Hey!" she said nervously "Th-This isn't what it looks! heh... I-I was just, uh, I was- I was, um, I was jus-" "You were just hungry, right?" Akechi finished, having deduced the situation. Toriel bowed her head, ashamed, and nodded, rain pouring down on her.

Akechi let out a lil cough, and then responded, "Well, uh, heh, that's, uh, that's nothing to be ashamed of!" he said, trying to brighten the mood. "We all... get our food from... different places! Heheh! eh..." he said again. It wasn't really working. The rain continued to pour on Toriel whilst Akechi stayed dry under his umbrella. Akechi looked over to everyone else. Everyone had already made it to the "Thunderdome", which was brightly lit. Everyone except Jerma, who was comically trying, and failing, to pick himself up out of the mud.

Another thunderbolt reigned down, illuminating the pair. "Uh, Miss Dreemur? We really should get going..." he said anxiously. "I guess..." she said dismayedly, moving to stand up. "Need some help?" Akechi said, offering his hand. Toriel hesitated, but ultimately accepted his help, rising to her feet. "Would you like to share my umbrella as well?" he offered. "Oh, uh, n-no, t-that's fi-" "No really, I'd hate to see you get more wet" he insisted. She was pretty soaked. Reluctantly, she stepped under Akechi's umbrella, quietly saying "Thank you". The pair then set off together to join the others, her head down, and neither saying a word.

As they passed by Jerma, he reached out for one of them to help him. They were both totally oblivious, and just walked passed him, the compact streamer falling back into the mud.

*****Confession: Akechi****

"Miss Dreemur is certainly an... odd woman" he said, looking somewhat uneasy. "But she seems... nice I guess". He shifted in his seat "Certainly nicer than some of the other contestants".

****End Confession****

Anyway after all that bullshit, everybody met with Chris inside the "Thunderdome". "THIS" Chris held out his arms "IS THE THUNDERDOME". It was more like a giant cubical glass arena with a dome roof, but whatever. At least it shielded them from the rain. Everyone filed their way into the brightly lit arena. The production staff had put out a few towels, and lil matt where the contestants could wipe the mud off their feet. It didn't really help, but it was nice to have I guess.

No one noticed Akechi and Toriel's arrival. As soon they entered, the latter quickly left her companion to join her team, leaving him standing alone. Well, alone at least until Jerma stumbled in behind him, collapsing onto the floor, out of breath and covered in mud. As Akechi stepped aside away from him (he didn't want to get his pants dirty after all) Chris explained what the fuck they were doing there.

"YOU DICKBAGS ARE ABOUT TO PLAY SOME MOTHERFUKKIN DODGEBALL" he said, pointing to the dirty, wet campers. "NOW I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN HOW FUCKING DODGEBALL WORKS" he said, holding one up "BUT IN CASE YOU GUYS ARE TOO RETARDED TO REMEMBER, HERE HOW IT GOES"

Chris then began demonstrating various moves. "IF YOU GET HIT, YOU'RE OUT" he then threw a ball at Peach, hitting her on the head. "IF YOU CATCH ONE'A THESE" he started spinning one on his finger "THE DUMBASS WHO THREW IT GETS OUT, AND YOU CAN BRING IN ONE OF YOUR OWN TEAMMATES". Peach didn't seem to notice her injury. "THERES SOME OTHER SHIT BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER" Chris said, stopping his spinning and holding the ball up.

"FIVE FROM EACH TEAM WILL START OFF EVERY ROUND, AND THE FIRST TEAM TO 3 WINS, WINS THE CHALLENGE, GOT IT?". "wat" Peach Garbled. With all that bullshit out of the way, Chris slammed his ball on the ground, yelling "ALRIGHT LETS GO".

****Confession: Anything4viewz****

Chad looked unimpressed. "Seriously? Dodgeball?" he just laughed "I mean come on now, w-what are we, fuckin, middle schoolers?" he laughed again.

****End Confession****

****Confession: George****

"Dodgeball?" he said, a little panicked. "W-W-Why dodgeball? C-Couldn't we have played something else l-like Tetherball, o-o-or Basketball or somethin?!" his panic was much more apparent now "Why did it have to be dodgeball?!".

****End Confession****

"Come on George!" Frank said, patting his friend on the back and moving onto the court. George reluctantly followed behind him, looking nervous. The camera panned over to Miss Frizzle, who looked giddy. "Why this is perfect!", she said excitedly. Coincidentally today she decided to wear her Dodgeball dress, which had little pictures of dodgeballs on it, along with two lil dodgeball earrings. How convenient.

Chad was busy figuring out who would go out for the Falcons "Olright, so, I'll go in first, along with Zarya and-" "I'll go" Sargon interjected. Chad looked at him, somewhat surprised. "Really, ya sure?" Chad asked. Sargon hesitated, but then said "Yeah, I'm sure". "Alright" Chad replied.

****Confession: Sargon****

"I can't be 20th" he said, referring to the ranking from earlier. "I gotta show these fucks that I'm not playin around, right? That I'm in this to fuckin win it!" he declared.

****End Confession****

"And then, uh," Chad looked around. "Where's Jerma?" he asked.

The camera panned over to Jerma, who was still lying on the floor, covered in mud.

"Ah shit" Chad groaned. "Anyone wanna take his place?" he asked his team, who had filed into the bleachers. "I'll do it" Jay said, abandoning his beer and Mike (who was still drinking). "*Snort* hey! Heh, I'll go too!" Peridorp exclaimed as well, smugly eying Sargon. "Alirght, lets fuckin do this!" Chad yelled encouragingly.

Round One:

For the Rats, there was Frank, George, Miss Frizzle, Goofy, and Normahn. They were on the right.

For the Falcons, there was Chad, Sargon, Zarya, Jay, and Peridorp. They were on the left.

The two teams each had 3 balls on their side.

They are both shown warming up, with Zarya cracking her knuckles and Normahn doin a lil jog in place.

Chef LOUDLY blows the whistle and the match begins, with both groups being cheered for by their respective teams.

George is the first to pick up a ball, awkwardly smiling and waving to those on the bleachers. Nervously staring down the other team, who were all anticipating his throw, he summoned all his might and threw the ball. The Falcons easily dodged the throw. The ball ricocheted off the wall behind them, comically hitting George square in the face, the laugh track going fucking insane. Chef blows his whistle.

The camera cut to Sophia in the bleachers "Oh God..." she groaned, another laugh track playing. "Is he out?" Jay is seen asking. "HUH?" Chris turns around; there's still a bit of coke under his nose. "OH, UH..." Chris pulls out a lil dodgeball rules book and skims through. "YEAH SURE WHATEVER" he then tosses the book across the arena, nearly hitting Dorothy in the face. Chef blows his whistle again and George gets up, nervously laughing "Heh, S-Sorry about that..." and taking his seat. A lil counter appeared on screen, Dinging the Rats down to 4 players. 5-4.

Anything4viewz laughed "Ey! Nice throw ya fuckin imbecil!" he mocked. Suddenly, a ball slammed into the side of his face, stunning him. His mocking had left him wide open, and Miss Frizzle had taken advantage, smugly smiling. One blow of the whistle later, Chad had taken his seat on the bleachers, angrily throwing his ball back as he went. *Ding* 4-4.

Zarya got an aggressive look in her eyes. Picking up two dodgeballs, she hurled them toward the rats. Normahn was her target. Surprised by her onslaught, he quickly moved to dodge. He managed to narrowly avoid the first two balls by landing the quick time events. Unfortunately, when Zarya threw her third ball, he pressed triangle instead of square and got hit in the stomach. "OUGH" he hollered, clutching his abdomen. The whistle blew, and Normahn went back to the bleachers, nursing his wound. *Ding* 4-3.

"H'YUCK, a-alright, no more H'yuckin around!" Goofy said, gathering the balls Zarya threw. Pinpointing his shots, he started his onslaught, the other Rats following suit.

"Oh shit!" Jay yelled, running to dodge the attack. He managed to duck under the first ball, but the second one hit him in the arm. "Ah crap" he moaned, returning to his seat. *Ding* 3-3.

Sargon prepared to return fire, but Peridorp interrupted him. "*Snort* Hey Sargon!" she shouted, messing up his throw. "What?!" he asked, turning around. The camera then showed Goofy catching his ball, getting him out. Peridorp just chuckled "N-Nothin!". Sargon groaned as he returned to his seat, Goofy using the out to bring George back in. *Ding* 2-4.

The Rats turned their attention toward her. Peridorp, like Normahn, managed to evade most the balls thrown her away. However, after the 3rd ball, she stopped to taunt Goofy, blowing her tongue at him. She was then hit, the ball propelling her backwards and slamming her against the wall. "OoF!" she yelled in pain. *Ding* 1-4.

Zarya was the only one left, but she had all the balls. She glared at Goofy across the arena.

"Huh, Huh, H'YUCK, l-like to see you try ya b-b-b-big bitc-" before Goofy could finish, a ball fucking collided into his face, knocking out several teeth. Goofy laid on the floor unconscious. Zarya then began rapid firing dodgeballs. *Ding* 1-3.

Frank was the next to go, getting knocked down by a ball, followed by George and Miss Frizzle, the former of which had used for cover, much to the enjoyment of the live studio audience. *Ding* *Ding* *Ding*. 1-0.

****Confession: Zarya****

Zarya is shown flexing one arm. "Little rats are no match for Bitseps" she says, kissing one of her biceps.

****End Confession****

Chef blew his whistle. Round 1 was over.

"LOOKS LIKE THIS WIN GOES TO FALCONS!" Chris screamed.

Cheering erupted from the Falcon side, whilst the Rats looked on, mouths agape, at their champions writhing on the floor.

*Commercial break*

AN: hey GUYS I deceided to split this chapper in half cuz it was 2 long. the actual episode is not 2 parts just the fanfic it's just a commercial break its not a 2 part eppisdoe kay thanks anyway ur gonna haf to read the other one to get the full episode sorry it was jjust 2 long :(