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Workin' Hard or Hardly Workin'
{Heather: Total Drama can't be so popular to get a Vegas hotel! Can it?} The inside of Hotel Wawanakwa was pretty impressive, actually. There was a 10 foot tall Gilded Chris statue in the middle of the lobby, a shark tank with actual sharks from season 1, a chandelier made of toxic marshmallows of loserdom, and actors that were dressed like the contestants walking around taking pictures with tourists.
"You all will be working at this hotel for the rest of the day," Chris explained, "and will be judged by me and Chef. You'd better get into your uniforms." He snickered as if there was something funny about that.
There was.
When Ted got his uniform he was both shocked and disgusted. {Ted: So I get my uniform, and I find out that it's a French maid outfit. Not a male one either. A black dress with frills and an apron.} "I'm not wearing this."
"Either wear it or forfeit." Chris countered.
Courtney's uniform was a red, sparkly cocktail dress. {Courtney: I look so hot in this!}
Connor got a white shirt, a black sequined jacket, and a bejeweled fedora and glove. {Connor: Sweet! I look just like Michael Jackson! Huh… There's an idea.}
After everyone was dressed they went to their respective positions. Ted and Robin were sent to clean room 666. {Ted: I have a bad feeling about this room.} The stench was so bad that Robin could smell it in the elevator. There were stains of various sizes and colors everywhere, blobs of rotten meat coated the floor, and when Ted looked in the toilet he passed out. {Ted: Evil! Evil I tell ya'!}
{Chris: Ha ha ha! Did you see what Chef did in there? All I said was to mess it up a little bit, but that dude just went the extra mile! Someone's lookin' for a raise.}
{Robin: Even my Orc has a tidier house than this! But I swallowed my pride, held my breath, and started cleaning.}
Meanwhile, Chef was heading for the kitchen to judge Heather and Tyler. When he got there his jaw dropped. The place had been ransacked! There was the remains of food littering the floor, the fridge door had been pulled off it's hinges, and even a bit of the counter looked like it had been chewed on. "Dangit Owen!" Chef shouted. He heard a muffled cry come from the pantry. He opened the door to find Tyler bruised and beaten, tied up with hot dogs and a fish stuffed in his mouth. "Did Owen do this to you?"
Tyler spit out the fish and exclaimed "No, Heather did! She whacked me from behind with a rolling pin and knocked me out cold. When I woke up she was eating all the food. Then she tied me up and left."
"Now why would Heather do that?" Chef pondered.
Meanwhile in the lobby Heather was walking up to Alejandro. "We need to talk." She said, and the two of them walked off.
Izzy was across the room, eying one of the hired actors with suspicion. "Hey Iz, are you gonna take any of these bags?" Owen asked.
Izzy kept her eye on the actor. "That person," she muttered, "looks just like me."
"Um, that's one of the actors Chris hired to work at the hotel."
"Or is it." Izzy replied. "Maybe there's a cloning farm under this hotel, where Chris spends his time making duplicates of us to do his bidding!" {Izzy: I've seen a lot of sci-fi movies, okay. And if I've learned one thing: it's that the clones will always rise up to destroy the original. Well I'm not gonna let that happen!}
Izzy went up to the actress. "Excuse me," she said, "but are you, or are you not, a clone of me?"
"Um, excuse me?"
"Oh that's it!" And with that Izzy was in a fist fight with her lookalike. {Owen: Is it weird that I found Izzy fighting with herself hot?}
Harold was across the room on the phone. "Hello?.. Yes sir, I've made you that reservation. Please hold. Hello?.. No ma'am, I'm sorry but we don't offer free wi-fi. Please hold. Hello?.. No, I don't know Ima Dork."
The person on the other end yelled "Well everyone else does, Doris!"
"Quit calling me, Duncan! Gosh!"
Chris walked up and noticed Alejandro was gone. "Where's Al?" He asked.
"Heather showed up and pulled him away." Harold explained.
"Hmm. Interesting." Chris pulled out a walkie-talkie. When he spoke into it his voice came on the intercom in the hotel. "All contestants to the auditorium, repeat, all contestants to the auditorium. It is time for our entertainers to perform."
In a couple of minutes all the contestants, minus Heather and Alejandro, were gathered in the auditorium. Gwen and Lindsay were the last ones to arrive. "Whoa, Gwen, what happened to you?" Duncan said when she sat next to him.
Gwen reeked of poop and had a dark green stain on her shirt. "Those parents should really spend more time with their kids." She said. {Gwen: I was working in the daycare, and those kids seemed to just plain hate my guts! One of them threw a poopy diaper at my head, another one barfed on me, and a third turned out to be a distance peer. I hate my life.}
{Lindsay: Those kids were sooo sweet. One of them drew a picture of me riding a rainbow. Isn't that sweet! I feel sorry for Gwen though. They really hated her.}
Chris got up on the stage to introduce the acts. "Now performing an original violin piece: Courtney!"
Courtney stepped on to the stage in her dress and Duncan's mouth dropped. {Duncan: Seeing Courtney in that dress made me almost consider taking her back. Almost. Her personality kept me from doing that.} Courtney started playing, and everyone immediately covered their ears. {Duncan: If Courtney wrote that herself then that's another reason not to take her back!}
{Harold: My ears! I can't hear anything! Someone call a doctor!}
When she was finished everyone applauded. Not because it was good, but because it ended with three of the strings on her violin snapping. "Okay," Chris said nervously, "let's see Connor's act now."
Connor walked on stage wearing his costume with a pair of sunglasses. He pulled them off and shouted. "Hit it G!" At that moment the song Thriller started playing. Connor threw the glasses to the side, spun around, and began dancing like a freaking pro. He pulled off all the moves that Michael Jackson did in the music video.
{Gwen: That was amazing! Just add in a few zombies and he'd have had the best dance act I've seen!} The song started to finish. Connor threw his fedora in front of him, dived into it, and balanced on his head in the hat to finish his act. Everyone applauded.
"That was amazing!" Chris exclaimed. "The Screaming Patriots win!" The Patriots all lifted Connor off the stage and on to their shoulders, cheering loudly. "That is, they would have." They stopped. "You had a player absent for the challenge, therefore you forfeit."
"So, does that mean that we win?" Courtney asked excitedly.
"No," Chris said, "you also forfeit for having a player missing. That means that both teams are going to the elimination ceremony tonight!"
"Who was missing from our team?" Exclaimed Connor angrily. At that point Alejandro and Heather, who looked slightly fatter, walked in. Their teams glared at them.
"What?" Heather said.
