Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Total Drama Island or its characters. The rights belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and the producers of the show. No profit has been earned in the making of this fanfiction (darn copyright laws). The opinions expressed by the characters in this story DO NOT represent my own opinions. I'm also supposed to tell you something else…something about the ridiculously dangerous stunts on this show…yeah, I'm drawing a blank here.
Episode 2, Part 2: You Gotta Love Plot Twists
"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen!" Chris exclaimed.
"But we didn't go anywhere-" Lindsay started before she was cut off.
"Dang it Lindsay! I already told you that joke was getting old. Do that again, and you're getting the boot," Chris threatened.
"But I already have a boot. Two of them."
Chris pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Consider yourself lucky that a bunch of fans find you hot, or you'd be out of here already. Back to the challenge now!"
Chris took the two teams inside of the structure where the presents were thrown into during the previous challenge. The interior of the structure resembled a basketball court, except there were no hoops. Instead there were two brick walls on either end of the court, or at least it looked that way. The bricks were actually made of foam. Near the half-court line, there were two piles of presents, one much bigger than the other.
"All right teams, here's how this challenge works. Your goal is to knock down the brick wall on your opponent's side of the court and hit the five targets behind it. Your only means of doing so are the presents that you tossed in here in the first part of this challenge. Use whatever you get to knock out those targets, and invincibility will be yours. There's just one rule here. You are not allowed to cross the midcourt boundary, and if any of the presents land across the boundary, it becomes the property of the other team. Whether they decide to use it or keep it is up to them."
"I'm pretty sure that's two rules," Harold said.
"Not like it matters, dude," Chris responded. "All right, I think it's obvious which side belongs to the Screaming Gaffers," he said as she pointed to the side with the smaller pile of presents. There were only five boxes in that pile, compared to the fourteen boxes that the Grips had.
"Is that really all the presents we managed to toss in here?" Duncan asked.
"That's right, delinquent," Chef said as he walked inside. "You guys blew that challenge so bad that I didn't even have to count the shots to make sure."
"I'm guessing our chances at invincibility are shot," Leshawna said, looking crestfallen.
"Guys! In case you haven't noticed, the other team is on a losing streak. We can totally beat them!" Heather argued.
"Even I'm in doubt now," Harold said. "The odds are just stacked so high against us, we'd need a ton of luck to win."
"All right team, here's the plan," Courtney started as the Killer Grips huddled up on the other side of the court. "We've got to find out the contents of those presents first so that we can come up with a suitable strategy, then we'll-"
"Uh…Courtney?" Justin asked. "Wouldn't it be much easier just to throw everything we've got at them right away? Overwhelming them with power seems to be the way to go here."
"I say we go with that plan!" Lindsay shouted.
"Lindsay, we can't go with Justin's plan just because it sounds easy," Beth said.
"Thanks Beth. Finally, there's someone else on this team with a little common sense," Courtney replied.
"…we're going with Justin's plan because he's the hottest boy alive!" Beth exclaimed as she swooned over Justin.
"You just had to crush my hopes and dreams, didn't you?" Courtney asked with her eyes narrowed at Beth.
Confession Cam
Heather: I've got a bad feeling that if the Killer Grips win, they'll take control over this game. Of course, it's ONLY because they got to have everyone who came back to the show. Way to play fair guys!
Harold: I can't help but feel that I'm in danger of going home today. As much as it seems impossible to win, I just can't let invincibility get away from me. Courtney's looking to vote me off…if I don't get killed first, of course.
Lindsay: I still say that we should go with Jared's plan. Christina's idea involves WAY too much thinking.
Leshawna: There ain't no way I'm letting that spoiled brat Courtney win! I know that she'll just vote off poor Harold the first chance she gets. Girl's gonna get what's coming to her, for sure!
Courtney: I'd love to say that my team has got this in the bag, but nothing is guaranteed. For all I know, Lindsay could do something stupid at the beginning of this round.
Duncan: Damn, my team pretty much needs a miracle to win…or at least for Lindsay to do something stupid. Yeah, that'll work.
"Are both the teams ready to RUMBLE!?!" Chris shouted with his usual flair. Both teams started each other down across the court…except for Lindsay, who was too busy eyeing the presents to focus. "And…ACTION!!!"
Right off the bat, Lindsay threw one of the Grips' larger presents toward the Gaffers' wall. It bounced off harmlessly and did no noticeable damage. The Gaffers looked dumbfounded as the blonde practically handed them a potentially valuable weapon.
Confession Cam
Courtney: OH MY GOD! Why did I have to jinx us like that!?!
Duncan: *fist pumps* Oh yeah baby! Who called it? I did!
"And it looks like Lindsay's…curious strategy gave the Gaffers some life," Chris said while rubbing his chin. Even he couldn't make sense of that move. An elated Duncan began unwrapping the present that Lindsay tossed.
"Nice job, doofus! What were you thinking?" Courtney asked.
"Uh…that we were going with Jason's plan?" Lindsay responded.
"It's okay BFF," Beth consoled. "I don't think that box held anything important." Beth spoke too soon, as the sound of a chainsaw starting could be heard from across the court.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Courtney said in disbelief.
"Do you guys even want to know what happened the last time I got my hands on a chainsaw!?!" Duncan yelled. "Oh yeah, I got it swatted out of my hands by a bunch of stupid raccoons…but forget that! Let it be remembered that this day saw the Toronto Chainsaw Massacre!" Duncan maniacally shouted as he held the revved chainsaw above his head.
"I would suggest that you guys hit the deck within the next few seconds," Chris warned as he leaned forward to get a good look at the carnage that would possibly follow.
Duncan spun around and tossed the chainsaw like an Olympic hammer. The chainsaw spun like a helicopter blade as it just missed decapitating Justin, who ducked in the nick of time. The chainsaw hit the brick wall, knocking down about one-third of the wall and taking out one of the targets in the process.
"How do you like that, Killer Wimps!?!" Duncan hollered with his arms raised in triumph.
Courtney glared at Lindsay for her screw-up. "What, how was I supposed to know that Duncan was good at using chainsaws?" Lindsay said, trying to defend herself. This annoyed Courtney even more.
"This is what I love about this challenge. It's just so ridiculously random that you'll never know what will happen or who will get dismembered. It's all one big surprise," Chris said.
"Can we please go with my strategy now? I'll guarantee us a win," Courtney pleaded. Knowing that they couldn't possibly do any worse, the Grips reluctantly agreed to follow Courtney's strategy. They started to huddle around the thirteen presents they had left.
"They appear to be formulating a plan…" Harold said as he squinted his eyes. "Quick! Now's our time to strike!"
"Just let me handle this," Duncan said, brimming with confidence. He walked up to the largest present they had, the one that he managed to throw into the chimney in the dying seconds of the basketball round. As soon as he tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, all the confidence he had went flying out the window.
"Well, what'd you get?" Leshawna asked.
"Uh…it's not that important," Duncan answered, starting to look nervous.
"Come on Duncan! We need to get back in this!" Harold urged.
"Yeah, tough guy. We don't exactly have much time to waste here," Heather said, not caring about how much Duncan was starting to sweat.
"All right fine. Here it is," Duncan said as he held out…a teddy bear. Leshawna was the first one to burst out in laughter.
"Oh man, did you mess up big time or what!?!" Leshawna heckled. "You can't tell me your luck is that bad!"
"Shut up! At least I put us in the lead right now!" Duncan countered. "As soon as you feel contributing, then go ahead and do so."
"Oh man, I was hoping someone would get the dummy box!" Chris shouted as he cackled on the floor. "It's only appropriate that you receive what's inside!"
"Ahem! Can I get your guys' attention please!" Courtney shouted. Everyone turned to Courtney and the Grips, who had just finished coming up with a strategy. No one noticed Duncan stuffing the teddy bear into his shirt.
"Now, since the chainsaw landed on our side, that means we now have the ability to use it. Because this is a dangerous power tool that could cause all of you to be cut in half," Courtney said as she pointed at the Gaffers, using the same amount of melodrama that Chris does, "I shall place my trust in the one person who is clearly fit enough to wield it…Lindsay!"
"How I turn this thing on again?" Lindsay asked as she tried to locate the power button on the chainsaw, which we all know doesn't exist.
"Oh crap, anybody but her!" Heather yelled as her face turned as white as a bed sheet.
"Not to worry guys, my mad chainsaw catching skills will totally save the day here," Harold assured.
Courtney quickly explained to Lindsay how to turn on a chainsaw. As soon as he could hear the roar of the engine, Harold reacted right away.
"Please don't kill me! Take Duncan instead!" Harold screamed out of fear as he hid behind Leshawna.
"If I weren't so ticked about the whole teddy bear thing, I'd be beating the hell out of you right now!" Duncan said angrily.
"Now Justin!" Courtney signaled.
The Gaffers were so distracted that they created a huge opening that the Grips could throw object through. Justin took this opportunity to toss a bowling ball like a shot put. Impressively, the ball soared across the court and slammed into the Gaffers' wall, causing half of it to crumble.
"How could something that small cause so much damage?" Heather asked in disbelief.
"…because Lindsay weakened the wall on her first throw! It all makes sense now!" Harold realized. "I got to admit, that's one brilliant strategy."
"Er…yeah, we totally planned that out from the beginning!" Courtney shouted, taking the chance to gloat in Harold's face. "Beth, it's your turn!"
"Please hit, please hit, please hit…" Beth muttered as she aimed a slingshot, using a piece of coal as ammunition. The shot barely nicked the side of the Gaffers' far right target, but it was good enough to count as a hit.
"And it looks like things are tied up," Chris said as he looked out the window. He was snickering to himself for some odd reason.
While the Gaffers were still trying to recover from the chainsaw scare, Courtney casually tossed another piece of coal at another target, and hit it easily.
"Gosh guys! We need to turn this around here!" Harold shouted as he fumbled with the Gaffers' smallest present. He took out its content and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Quick, how much more coal do we have?" Courtney asked her teammates.
"Just two, and there's three targets left," Beth said as she held up the remaining coal. "We'll need something else in order to win."
"All right, let's see what's in box number four," Courtney said as she opened the present. "Twelve-sided dice? Useless." A disappointed Courtney tossed the two dice onto the other side of the court. Harold dove for the dice in order to claim it.
"Yes! Another pair to add to my collection!"
"Could you at least go for something useful next time?" said an annoyed Heather.
"Could you at least shut your mouth and do something?" Leshawna countered. She opened the Gaffers' third present to find a paintball gun. Unfortunately, there was no ammunition.
"Aw man! Who in their right mind would give away a paintball gun with no ammo? That just don't sound right," Leshawna said while inspecting the gun.
Courtney went through a number of presents only to find random objects in them: a calculator, a Ziploc bag, and a slightly used toothbrush. Courtney chucked the latter object out the window in disgust. She swore she could hear a gruff voice say "Chris! I'm gonna kill you for touching my stuff! I thought we agreed on this!"
"You run out of stuff to pelt us with?" Duncan asked, crossing his arms. "Maybe you should let Lindsay touch something. That'll help speed things along."
Courtney ignored him and finally found something that could be of some use: a rotten tomato. Courtney didn't want to have to touch it, so she asked Beth to handle the job.
"I can do this…this shot is easy…" Beth said in order to calm herself. She threw the tomato like a baseball and it flew straight toward the center target, only for Duncan to stick his hand out and block the shot.
"Nice try, but you'll need to do better than that," Duncan said as he wiped the tomato pulp off of his hand.
"If that's the case, then I dare you to catch this one," Courtney said as she motioned toward Justin. Justin found a pair of scissors and threw them toward the same target that Beth tried previously. Duncan was brave, but he certainly wasn't stupid enough to risk a serious injury. He sidestepped and allowed the scissors to hit their target.
"Three down! And here's number four!"
Duncan hadn't noticed that Courtney had moved to the far right side of the court. From the angle she was at, she could barely see the next target behind the section of the Gaffers' wall that was still standing. Courtney lobbed the Grips' third piece of coal over the wall and managed to hit the target.
"Now this is getting good!" Chris exclaimed. "The Killer Grips are just one hit away from winning their first challenge since…when was the last time you won? And I mean legitimately. I know all about the challenge fixing that took place in episode seven."
"Who cares? The point is that we win today," Courtney said, assured of the outcome.
"Since the Gaffers are down to one last target, we've decided to give them one last chance to get back in this," Chris said as he looked out the window again. "It's time you met today's special guest."
"Is it a celebrity? That's so cool!" Lindsay exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.
"Uh…sort of," Chris said, rubbing the back of his head. "It's…Santa!"
On cue, "Santa" stepped into the building. There was something a bit off about him, though. He was big, but he wasn't as fat as Santa is usually pictured, and he certainly wasn't as jolly.
"Oh wow, nice beard Chef!" Duncan shouted as he started to laugh. "Did you lose your job and have to work at the local shopping center! Hahaha!" Indeed, Chef Hatchet had once again become the victim of Chris's numerous gimmicks.
"Quiet, deadbeat! I could have your team disqualified in an instant…uh, I mean, ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!" Chef said as he trudged toward the Gaffers' side.
Duncan chuckled to himself. "Hehe, he said-"
"Don't you DARE make that joke!" Leshawna threatened.
"Anyway, I'm supposed to give you a free gift so that you'd have one last chance to get back in this challenge," Chef explained.
"So…you! Get over here!" Chef pointed at Heather, who slowly walked toward the large cook.
"Hey, hold on! How come they get a free lifeline?" Courtney complained.
"Because it makes for interesting TV. Can't have this challenge end in a blowout. That would just tick off the fans, which means lower ratings…you should know how it works by now." Chris said, pulling a bag of popcorn from out of nowhere. "This should get interesting."
"Well, little girl, what would you like for Christmas?" Chef asked, struggling to sound as merry as the real Santa would be.
Heather looked at her teammates, expecting them to come up with an idea. Duncan motioned toward the paintball gun that Leshawna was holding.
"Do you have any paintballs on you? We need some for our gun," Heather said.
"Well, let's just see here…" Chef said as he rummaged through his huge sack of presents. Somehow, he managed to pull out a container of paintballs in just a few seconds.
"Here you go, baldy," Chef said as he tossed the container over to Heather, who became irritated at Chef's remark.
"Should have asked for a wig instead," Heather mumbled as she handed the container to Leshawna.
"We're in luck!" Harold shouted. He held up a pair of thermal goggles that he just retrieved out of one of the Gaffers' remaining presents. Harold quickly tossed the goggles to Leshawna and reached into his pocket.
"What good is that gonna do for us if we can see straight ahead?" Duncan asked skeptically.
"Doesn't matter now. Lindsay…or on second thought, Beth, go and finish them off!" Courtney shouted as she tossed the Grips' final piece of coal to the farm girl. Beth reared her arm back in an attempt to toss the coal over the wall and right into the Gaffers' final target.
"Now or never!" Harold yelled as he threw the weapon he had kept hidden for quite some time: a smoke bomb.
"What's going on!?!" Beth shrieked as she threw the coal out of panic. The toss went far too low and ended up bouncing off the Gaffers' wall.
"Is this place on fire? Where did all the smoke come from?" Lindsay asked as she walked toward the ominous dark fumes that started to completely cover the Gaffers' side of the court. From behind the smoke, Duncan picked up the bowling ball that Justin had tossed earlier and hurled it across the court. The ball barely missed Lindsay as it demolished most of what was remaining of the Grips' wall.
"Courtney, I think they just stole our strategy," Lindsay said, oblivious to the potential injury that she could have suffered. Courtney just shook her head as a response.
"Why don't you eat some of this!?!" Leshawna shouted as she began firing the paintball gun. Using the thermal vision goggles, she started firing at the four figures she could see. Lindsay and Beth were hit hard by the barrage of paint, Courtney ran to the edge of the court, and Justin attempted to duck under the shots, only to take a paintball to the face.
"Watch it! I have a career to think about, you know!" Justin screamed while rubbing his face where the paintball hit.
By sheer luck, Leshawna managed to hit one of the Grips' targets during that paintball rampage. Duncan picked up Beth's coal and threw it at another target, further cutting the Grips' lead.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Chris exclaimed with a mouth full of popcorn. "The Grips are holding on to a slim lead with two targets remaining to the Gaffers' one.
"Darn it! Out of ammo!" Leshawna said as she took off her thermal goggles.
"Whatever. We've only got this box left," Harold said as he held up the Gaffers' final present. "Let's make this one count."
"Game over! The Killer Grips have won!" Chris shouted.
"What? How did that happen?" Heather asked. Looking behind her, she saw that her team's last target was hit. On the ground were broken shards of what appeared to be a coffee mug.
"Maybe you should pay attention to me more often," Justin said, his face beaming in the moment of victory. "I'm not as useless as you think I am."
"Oh Justin! I never thought you were useless!" Beth exclaimed as she ran up to hug the model.
"Totally! You were like, the best out of all of us!" Lindsay added as she joined in on the embrace.
"Damn! I knew I should have played defense," Duncan said.
"Don't blame yourself," Harold consoled. "I don't think it would have mattered anyway, considering the contents of our last box," he said while holding up a jar of worms.
"Well that was anticlimactic," Heather said, disappointed at the challenge's sudden end.
As Justin basked in the glory, Courtney walked up to him. "I have to admit, you're a much better teammate than I thought you were," she said while applauding Justin.
"Congratulations, Killer Grips! You guys just pulled the upset of the season so far!" Chris praised in a rare moment. "You've got three unopened presents left, and they're all yours! Gaffers, you can still take whatever you can find on your side of the court. You might never see me be this generous again, so I'd take the opportunity if I were you." The Screaming Gaffers didn't bother trying to take anything, as nothing really looked that appealing.
"I say you guys can each take a box. I don't really need them," Courtney said as she motioned toward the unopened presents.
"Yay! Merry Christmas everyone!" Lindsay squealed in joy.
"Lindsay, Christmas is another six months away," Courtney said.
"No it's not. There were presents all over the place, and it's not my birthday, so it has to be Christmas, right?" Lindsay asked with an innocent smile. Courtney didn't want to let her down, so she did not give a rebuttal this time.
"Say Courtney," Justin said while walking up to the CIT, "I don't think it's right and proper for a lady like you to walk away empty handed. So how's about a trade?"
"Okay then, what do you want? You can ask for anything really. You earned it."
"You see, I'm starting to get real homesick, and my parents are probably worried about my well-being, so why don't you let borrow that PDA of yours for tonight, and you can keep this," Justin proposed while handing his present to Courtney.
"Oh…alright, I guess it can't really hurt," Courtney answered after hesitating for a second. "Just be careful," she said as she handed the PDA to Justin, "there's some stuff on there that I really don't want you seeing."
"It's not porn, is it?" Justin asked as he looked at the various apps in the device.
"What-no! Why would you possibly think that?" Courtney said defensively while her face was starting to turn red.
"I ask this because Duncan once told me that-"
"Never mind what Duncan said!" Courtney interrupted as she started to push Justin away. "Now run along now! Aren't you supposed to be taking a nap or something?"
"All right teams! Now that you've all taken the spoils of battle, it's time for one last Christmas present from yours truly!" Chris said as he tried to get the cameras back on him.
"Please tell me we're getting some real food for dinner," Leshawna said, forgetting that Chef was close by.
"Even better! You see, the best way to spend Christmas is with your family, but of course, you'll have to wait until after the contest to see your family again. Then again, you guys have sort of grown closer as a family over the last month, right?"
For once, the castmates agreed with Chris. Lindsay and Beth smiled at each other. Harold put his arm around Leshawna. Duncan tried to do the same with Courtney, only to get shoved aside. Even Justin and Heather, the two outsiders, nodded in agreement.
"At the beginning, you guys have pretty much been split apart by the whole team structure thing. We can't have that, now can we? In order to keep up with the Christmas spirit, we've got to end this split. As of right now, all teams are officially dissolved. It's every…castmate…for…THEMSELVES!" Chris declared, trying not to laugh. "Er, I mean…I hope this new experience will bring you guys closer together. Have fun!"
The eight competitors were left stunned, even more stunned than they were earlier today. Beth nearly fainted, Courtney cursed under her breath, Harold picked his ears to make sure he was hearing right, and Leshawna looked ready to kill someone.
"Chris! Haven't you messed with us enough!?!" Leshawna protested.
"Well we had to do it eventually, right?" Chris responded in defense. "Anyway, because there are no teams anymore, everybody will have to report to the Gilded Chris Ceremony tonight. Courtney, Justin, Beth, and Lindsay are all invincible. The other four only have a slim chance of surviving tonight. Bwahahaha!" Chris said as he started to laugh evilly.
"Actually, there's a three in four chance of survival. Those are pretty good odds," Harold pointed out.
"Wow, did you have to ruin the moment?" Chris complained. "Whatever, just get ready for tonight. I have some important business to deal with," he said as he took out a cell phone. "Hey dude. Yeah, I want you to file a lawsuit against Teletoon. Just sue their ass off. We'll make them lose so much money, they'll be feeling it for the next ten years or so. Cartoon Network? Yeah, file a BIGGER lawsuit against those jerks. I specifically said not to censor this show, and what do they do? It's like trying to communicate with a donkey, it's just freaking impossible with those guys."
Confession Cam
Heather: What the hell kind of a reality show merges the teams at such a random point in the episode? Now I've got to change up my strategy. As usual, Chris just loves to screw with all of us.
Leshawna: There's no doubt that I'll be safe tonight. I'm more worried about poor Harold though. Anyone who dares to vote him out will have to answer to me first!
Justin: *looks at PDA* Darn it, Courtney already erased all of the files containing her strategies! Well, most of them anyway. The only one left is just a reminder that Harold must be voted out. As if we didn't know she was planning to do that already!
"Well dudes, one of us is going home today," Duncan said as he lied in bed. He was starting to carve another drawing into the wall using his pocket knife.
"What do you mean us? I'm perfectly safe, thank you," Justin said, half asleep. Duncan tossed one of his dirty socks at Justin out of irritation. "Ewwww! Don't you ever wash this thing?"
"Guys, shouldn't we be worried about who everyone is voting for?" Harold asked, anxious about the vote coming up.
"Isn't the vote obvious?" Justin responded with a question of his own. "Courtney's voting for you, Leshawna's voting for Heather, Lindsay and Beth would vote for someone mean, so I'd watch out Duncan," he said while turning to the delinquent. "Meanwhile, Heather's so unpredictable, she could vote for anybody."
"I highly doubt that the girls would all vote differently," Harold said while staring at the ceiling. "For all I know, they could be forming an alliance or something-"
"That's it!" Duncan shouted as he jumped out of bed. Harold and Justin were both startled by the outburst. "We'll form an alliance. A guy's alliance, just like the one I had last season."
"You mean the one that lasted about two episodes?" Harold asked, doubtful of Duncan's leadership skills. Duncan glared at Harold for that remark.
"You had an alliance? I knew I should have watched the remaining episodes of season one," Justin said, sounding regretful.
"Well why didn't you?" Harold questioned.
"In between my elimination and the TDI special, I was swarmed by all kinds of sponsors who wanted to use my image to benefit themselves. I just never got the chance to watch the rest of the episodes," Justin explained. Harold nodded out of sympathy.
"Guys, I'm serious," Duncan said, trying to persuade the two. "There might be more girls here, but they're all at each other's throats. With the sudden merge, this gives us an element of surprise. No one would expect an alliance to form this quickly."
"I'm still not convinced that we would have an upper hand if we teamed up," Harold argued.
"Are you kidding me? Owen was in my alliance last season and he ended up winning," Duncan shot back as he pulled Harold from out of bed and grabbed him by the shirt. "I'm sure you want to win this as much as anyone else here, so I highly suggest you join in," Duncan said with an almost threatening tone. Harold nervously nodded as Duncan let him go.
"So who's our victim tonight?" Justin inquired.
"I almost hate to say it…" Duncan answered. "It has to be Leshawna."
"What! No way!" Harold protested. "Give me one good reason why we should!"
"We obviously can't vote for me, we obviously can't vote for you, Heather is as good as out of here next week because she's so disliked, and everyone else is invincible," Duncan explained. "See, you wanted one good reason, and I gave you four great ones. Aren't I generous?" he said, slapping Harold on the back. "Besides, if we're really lucky, no one will suspect you of voting her out."
Harold found himself stuck in an impossible situation. He lied on the bed with his face in the pillow, trying to decide if he would really choose the million dollars over the girl he loved. "Gosh, why does reality TV always have to ruin lives," he muttered.
"By the way," Duncan started, "I hope you remember the punishment the previous guy's alliance gave to Geoff when he refused to vote with us." Harold face sank further into his pillow.
Meanwhile, an ominous figure overshadowed the entire conversation from outside.
"Perfect."
"Alright, you get the plan guys?" Leshawna asked, facing Lindsay and Beth.
"The three of us are supposed to vote out Holly right?" Lindsay guessed.
"Heather," Beth corrected.
"That, and we have to hope that everyone else votes differently," Leshawna explained.
"But shouldn't we try to convince the guys to vote out Heather?" Beth asked.
"Too risky. They'll know we have an alliance going and will try to vote us out," Leshawna answered.
"Oh…that makes sense," Lindsay said, pretending to understand what was going on. The three of them walked back to their trailer, where Courtney and Heather were lying around and doing nothing.
"Hey Heather! How does it feel to be on the back foot for once!?!" Leshawna shouted across the room.
"If you don't shut up, you'll be eating the back of my foot real soon!" Heather countered.
"Come on guys!" Courtney intervened. "There's just ten minutes until tonight's vote, so can you guys try not to drive me insane until then?"
"Don't think I've forgotten about you, girl!" Leshawna retorted. "If you think you're voting out Harold tonight, you've already failed."
"What makes you think I'm voting for Harold? It could be you for all I know."
"Because you glare at him like every two minutes!"
"Well you stare at him every two minutes! You've got to be concussed or something if you've really fallen for that jerk!"
"You're calling my man a jerk? That's real funny! Who's boyfriend has been to jail before?"
"Duncan and I are NOT going out! You take that back!"
"Courtney, you hypocrite! You're starting to drive me insane!" Heather shouted, trying to end the petty argument.
"Well forget this, I'm out of here!" Leshawna yelled as she stormed out of the trailer.
"I sure hope she means out of the game," Courtney mumbled as she turned her back to the doorway.
"Courtney, that was a little harsh, don't you think?" Beth asked out of concern.
"Not really. I just want Harold out of here just to make things easier on me," Courtney responded. "Say, maybe you'd want to help me."
"No way! Harold doesn't deserve to go home!" Beth said, rejected Courtney's idea.
"It's just that he's such a huge threat," Courtney lied. "You've seen him win challenges. Do you really want to be up against him in the final two?"
"Well…no," Beth answered in reluctance.
"Exactly. Voting for Harold would be best for all of us. Come on, it's almost time to vote," Courtney said as she walked out of the trailer. Beth followed, visibly sulking with every step.
"Wait up! I want to vote for Harold too!" Lindsay shouted, blindly making the decision to follow Courtney's lead.
"Hold on Lindsay!" Heather said as she grabbed Lindsay's shoulder.
"Cool! You're gonna vote with the three of us!" Lindsay gleefully shouted.
"Uh…there's actually someone else I was hoping you'd vote for."
Confession Cam
Leshawna: You've had this coming for a long time. There ain't no way you're hurting anyone here this time around. If only your hair could've grown back faster, so I could shave it off again myself!
Courtney: *rubs hands* I can't wait for Chris to reveal the results! Harold's definitely going to freak out tonight…at least if he doesn't faint first. He does have about a hundred different allergies.
Beth: I'm so, so sorry about this! I hope we can still be friends after this whole mess is all over.
Heather: I have to say, I think I might have single-handedly turned this whole vote around.
Lindsay: I think Heather may have a point this time. It would be a good idea to vote out…uh…what was his name again?
Duncan: Look, I know we've had our differences, but trust me, this isn't personal. At least, I don't think it is. You did say some pretty nasty stuff about me at that spa trip you had. You know, the spa trip that you STOLE from your own team! Okay, I lied. This is totally personal now.
Justin: You know, I admire women who speak their mind. Too bad it usually ends up getting them kicked off shows like these.
Harold: *has his hands on his head* What do I do? What do I do? There is no way out of this! Darn it! Don't panic Harold. This will all be okay…oh, who am I kidding?
The eight competitors sat on the bleachers facing the stage. As the Gilded Chris Ceremony theme played, Chris and Chef walked out on stage. Chris wore his usual blue tuxedo, while Chef wore a pink dress and a pink chef's hat. Nearly everyone's faces blanched at the sight, including most of the cameramen.
"All right dudes and dudettes, it is time to once again cast your votes," Chris announced as the eight teens took out voting devices from under the bleachers. Courtney glared at Harold for the thousandth time as she cast her vote. Leshawna smirked, as she was almost certain of the outcome. Duncan snickered as he elbowed Harold, whose finger was shaking as he pressed a button.
"Nice, the votes are in, and I have to say, these results are actually surprising. For the first time in Total Drama history, every vincible contestant received at least one vote."
"Vincible? Don't you mean vulnerable?" Courtney asked with an eyebrow raised.
"No, vincible. You know, the opposite of invincible," Chris responded. Courtney rolled her eyes. "Heather, what's your explanation for the split?"
"It's because these idiots don't know how to organize themselves, obviously," Heather said with that condescending tone of hers.
"And Harold, you look like you've seen better days. Why so nervous all of a sudden?"
"It's nothing! I didn't do anything guilt-inducing or anything!" Harold answered, fumbling with words for a response.
"I see…" Chris said, not entirely convinced. "Anyway, it's time to see who's going to get the greatest award ever on TV: the Gilded Chris! The person who doesn't receive a Gilded Chris will have to take the Walk of Shame, catch a ride on the Lame-o-sine, and won't be able to come back…EVER!" There wasn't a single person laid back in their seat. Even the safe ones were feeling tense.
"First off, we have the invincibility winners, a.k.a. the former Killer Grips team," Chris said as he turned to Chef, who was holding seven Gilded Chrises on a platter."
"Courtney! Justin! Lindsay! Beth! You're all safe tonight," Chris stated as he tossed a Gilded Chris to each of them. "Well, it looks like the once-dominant Gaffers aren't looking so tough now," he said as he looked at the four vulnerable castmates, mainly Harold, who was starting to shake.
"Now for the person who received the least votes…Heather."
"Hold on!" Leshawna protested. "How could you guys not vote for Heather?" Beth sank in her seat. Heather smiled as she caught her Gilded Chris.
"Hehe, bet you didn't see that coming. Now for the next one…Harold."
"Dammit Chris! I demand a recount!" Courtney objected.
"Dude, the votes were counted electronically. Considering there were just eight votes, I seriously doubt the system could have screwed up." Courtney pouted as she sat back in her seat.
"Now there's just one left," Chris said as he looked toward Duncan and Leshawna, both of whom looked confident that the final award was going to them. Harold looked to the ground, feeling ashamed.
"Duncan, you acted like a real douchebag toward pretty much everyone, and you actually got away with it most of the time!" Duncan wasn't offended by Chris's remark. Actually, he was proud of it.
"Leshawna, you came off as a relatively likable person, although your big mouth certainly didn't help." Leshawna scowled at Chris for that insult.
"Sadly (or happily, depending on how you look at it), only one of you is safe tonight, and that person is…
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"Nice!" Duncan shouted as he caught the last Gilded Chris. "No hard feelings, I hope," he said as he put his hand on Leshawna's shoulder.
"I guess not," Leshawna said, looking sad as she started to walk toward the Lame-o-sine. "You guys take care now, and make sure to beat the hell out of that nasty, stuck-up drama queen over there!"
"Which one?" Justin asked jokingly. Duncan punched him hard in the arm. "Ouch! I was just kidding you know!"
"Harold, baby! You're definitely going to win this, you hear me!" Leshawna shouted. There was no response, as he had already ran back to the trailers.
As Leshawna got in the Lame-o-sine, Chris walked up to the camera. "Well, that was certainly a tense vote we had. Several burning questions remain though. How in the hell did this vote turn out the way it did? Will Harold get over the depression that will most likely follow? Which unlucky contender will be the next to go? And the question we're all wondering is…who in the hell celebrates Christmas in the summer? I know some countries are forced to, but still, that's just freaking ridiculous. Anyway, catch us next time on Total…Drama…Action!"
"…and we're good." The cameraman said as Chris finished.
"Nice. Time to grab me some hot cocoa…" Chris said as he started heading toward his trailer.
"Wait up Chris! There's something you gotta see!" Chef said as he ran up to the host.
"This had better be important! Is Teletoon filing for bankruptcy already?"
"No dude! I found this passport lying on the ground near Studio 14! I think this belongs to that kid who keeps sneaking in here!" Chef handed Chris a U.S. passport.
"Awesome! Let me see! What does this idiot look like?" Chris looked at the passport and saw that the trenchcoat-clad boy had short black hair and brown eyes. He had a dark complexion and his nationality was listed as "African-American". What really struck Chef as odd was the boy's name.
"Yu Suxxorz…what kind of a dumb parent would name their kid that anyway?" Chef asked.
"Let's see…Yu…you…oh! I see what he did there!" Chris said as he chuckled. "Looks like he's trying to mess with us, and the feds, and…pretty much everyone."
"He's probably trying to flee by crossing the border, that desperate little…" Chef said, starting to get frustrated. "Don't we have enough criminals on this show?"
"Judging by the way he looks in this picture here, I'm not surprised he'd do such things," Chris said, still laughing. He looked at Chef, who for some reason, was seething with anger at him. "What's wrong dude? I just said…oh no! No! Chef, I didn't mean it like that! I was talking about his mugshot-"
"You're a dead man Chris!" Chef screamed as he pulled out his cleaver. Chris screamed like a three-year-old girl as he ran for the hills. "One of these days, Cleveland…" Chef said, talking to the cleaver that he apparently named. "One of these days, you will get yourself a kill."
Votes
Beth: Harold
Courtney: Harold
Duncan: Leshawna
Harold: Leshawna
Heather: Duncan
Justin: Leshawna
Leshawna: Heather
Lindsay: Duncan
Vote Count
Leshawna: 3
Duncan: 2
Harold: 2
Heather: 1
Eliminated: Geoff, Bridgette, Trent, Gwen, DJ, Izzy, Owen, Leshawna
Remaining: Beth, Courtney, Duncan, Harold, Heather, Justin, Lindsay
I extend my sincerest apologies to all Leshawna fans out there. I'm quite a fan myself actually. Why did I do it as opposed to Heather in the real show? Well, Heather didn't actually do anything in TDA. I may as well get her to make a move or two while she's still here…or maybe even let her win. Who knows? Certainly not any of you. :) Hope to see more reviews. I'd really like to know how you guys feel.
