Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island III. After winning a guys vs. girls' volleyball game, the guys find themselves in a rather ticklish situation the next day. All the more ticklish for the guys of the Howlin Coyote cabin who faced having one of their own voted off by the Majestic Eagles if defeated. It was a grueling couple of hours of pure torture that even yours' truly could not escape (chuckles) don't think I forgot ladies. In the end, the Coyotes did pull off the victory despite a most impressive show of endurance by Cody. Despite that it was Cody that ended up walking the dock of shame and boarding the boat of losers. So now it's the ladies turn to face the music. What diabolical challenge awaits them? Which team will triumph? You do not want to miss this suspense-packed episode of Total…Drama…Island…III.

Begin opening theme and trailer.

Chris: (over the camp loudspeaker) Attention campers…please report to the center of camp pronto. Especially you, young ladies.

In the Howlin Coyotes' cabin.

Heather: Great…who knows what that fashionably-challenged egomaniac has planned for us?

Duncan: Can't be much worse than what we had to endure.

Leshawna: Oh please…you guys were just tickled. My little 9 y/o cousin can take it better than ya'll have.

Cobalt: Yeah but I doubt your cousin was made artificially hyper ticklish like we were.

Noah: I actually got tickled awake by a bug crawling on my neck last night. It's not as bad as it was yesterday but it's still there.

Leshawna: It might actually be a good thing that you've retained some of that ticklishness. Might help you lighten-up some.

Noah: I can lighten-up just fine on my own terms sistah solja.

Leshawna: You better not get cute with me scrawny or I'll lighten-ya up by taking your head off.

Heather: Oh just shut up both of you. Let's just go see what the stupid challenge is and get it over with.

Leshawna: Oh don't tell me shut-up queenie. I've been way too patient with you so far this season. Keep pushing me and I will kick your little sorry a…

Cobalt: Whoa...whoa…whoa. Look I like a good ole chick fight as much as the next guy but now is not the time. We've been successful up to this point by cooperating as a team. We don't need for that to unravel now. Pretty soon the teams will be dissolved and you two can have it out with each other all you want but for now we operate as a team. So let's just go out there and get through today's challenge. I suspect ya'll need all your energy for it.

Later confessional cam footage.

Heather: Ok I'm getting very annoyed with Cobalt's take charge attitude. Ok so maybe I'm just jealous that he's been able to command more respect than I ever could, even being a total outsider to this group. Still it's key that I put up with him since he's aligned with Duncan and the two of them carry major sympathy vote potential. Alienating both of them insures an early trip back. So for now I'll stay on their good side. All bets are off though, once the teams are dissolved.

Leshawna: I don't take very kindly to some skinny white boy from the states telling me what to do. Still I can't help but like the guy. He just has that effect on folks. He's kind and considerate and the ultimate team player. I respect that a lot. That being said, he's still going down because I'm in it to win it baby. He'll be a tough opponent to beat but Leshawna don't back down from any challenge. So bring it on American country boy. Bring it on.

With a not-too-subtle urging from Chef, the Coyotes finally left their cabin and met with Chris and the other campers for the rundown of today's challenge.

Chris: Well I'm glad to see the Howling Coyotes finally decided to grace us with their presence. For today's challenge, we resurrect a fan favorite (holds a paintball gun up).

Duncan: You've got to be kidding. That dumb old paintball deer hunting challenge was a fan favorite?!

Chris: Good to see your predominately-institutionalized life hasn't affected your memory at all.

Cobalt: I actually remember that from the first season but…is this fair? We get tickle-tortured and they get paintballs shot at them.

Chris: No need to get all hot and bothered Cobalt dude. You see these aren't your typical paintballs. We formulated these special with bear urine and concentrated skunk spray collected by our interns. Trust me…you don't want to be around them right now. The rules are simple. All ladies are the deer. Heather…you and Leshawna must avoid getting picked-off by Trent. Izzy and Gwen…your task is to avoid the Coyotes' shooter, who we will be selecting right now. So Cobalt…Duncan…Noah…who will do the shooting for your team?

Heather: Maybe you should do it Duncan. I'm sure you've had plenty of experience shooting at stuff.

Duncan: Hey…just because I've been in juvee most of my teenage life doesn't mean I've fired a gun…at least not purposely at another person that is. What about you Cobalt? Surely you've been deer hunting before.

Cobalt: Actually I never have been believe it or not. Still I've participated in quite a few little paintball skirmishes with friends back home so I've gotten pretty proficient with aiming and shooting a paintball gun.

All look toward Noah.

Noah: Do you really even need to bother asking me?

Chris: It would be a waste of time to. So…Cobalt…you will be the shooter for the Coyotes. Your paintballs will be blue while the ones fired by Trent will be orange. As for the ladies, well they're guaranteed to turn a nice shade of green once hit with these babies (chuckles). Duncan…Noah…you two get to chill for the rest of the day. Chef will provide all participant with food rations. So eat…girls suit up in the deer outfits and Cobalt…Trent…happy hunting. You have exactly one hour before you all must return to camp. The winner's will not only be judged by the saturation of color but also on the strongest, most disgusting smell. The shooter's team gets bonus points for evidence of puking by the opposing teams' deer. Begin.

The girls took their positions in the woods and five minutes later, Cobalt and Trent went into the woods. Duncan sat down on the steps of the cabin to carve a spear from a stick with his pocket knife. Noah sat just behind him in the doorway of the cabin, reading as usual.

Noah: Duncan…I

Duncan: You might wanna stop right there dude. I'm still steamed over your comments about Courtney. As I've stated before…I have a long memory when it comes to stuff like that. So just keep your nose in that book of yours and it won't end up badly pierced with this spear. Just imagine the splinters this thing could give ya.

Noah: Oh please…you're still mostly nothing but talk. This has been reveled countless times in the past. I'm not gonna try and pull any nice guy confessions from you like Courtney and Leshawna did in the past. No…I simply want to say…I'm sorry.

Duncan drops the spear he was carving in shock.

Duncan: You're…apologizing…

Noah: Yes…yes…it's not my nature to but I am. You see…the relationship you and Courtney had was not too different from one I had in the past. Turns out she didn't really care much for me, she just used me. I fear Courtney may have been doing the same to you. That's why I said what I said.

Duncan: Look…it might seem that I was merely being used by her early on. In fact, I'm sure that was the case. One reason I liked her so much. She would stop at nothing to get what she desired. She was over all that though. We really started to connect once again right up…to her death.

Noah: Are you absolutely sure she wasn't just back into you because of your TDA winnings?

Duncan: Please…after all the restitutions and lawyer's fees I had to pay, there wasn't much left to my winnings. I offered what little I had left to her to help pay for here college education and, hopefully, law school. She turned it down. She didn't like the person this whole reality show competition crap was turning her into. I liked it for awhile but even I got turned off by it. I'd much rather have had the goody two-shoes over someone as rebellious as me or (shudders) as viciously competitive as Heather.

Noah: I can understand that. I'm actually glad to hear that she chose you in the end for you and not what you could provide her with. At any rate, that's all I wanted to say to you. I want bother you anymore.

Noah goes back to reading his book while Duncan ponders what he and Noah had been discussing.

Duncan: Noah…thanks for that man.

Noah: Yeah…yeah. Now let's not get to overly sentimental here. I sure don't want to come across as someone who cares.

Duncan: Oh like when you baked those cookies to distract Owen during the Christmas in July challenge and give us the victory.

Noah: I stick to my story that that was nothing more than a happy coincidence.

Duncan: Whatever dude.

While Duncan continues carving and Noah continues reading, Trent and Cobalt are getting ready to split off and pursue their respective targets.

Trent: I guess it's about time for us to split paths here.

Cobalt: Before we do, I need to talk to you about something right quick.

Trent: Sure man, what's on your mind?

Cobalt: How on earth did you find out about the alliance Duncan and I formed?

Trent: Well…I also couldn't sleep that night and decided to take a stroll myself. I saw you sneaking quietly out of your cabin and well; curiosity got the best of me.

Cobalt: So you basically heard everything then.

Trent: Yes…including the fact that Duncan feels directly responsible for Courtney's death since she snuck out that night with him…

Cobalt: Stop right there Trent. I don't have a problem with you reveling what you know to me, in front of all the viewers, about Duncan's suicide plan, my intervention, and our subsequent alliance. That first part should not be made known to anyone here, especially Duncan. I got him turn a big corner by convincing him that Courtney's death was not his fault. You must know that as well that her death was not his fault.

Trent: Hey…relax Cobalt. Of course I don't blame Duncan for Courtney's death. The last thing he would have wanted was to bring harm to her. I also know not to let anyone else here know what happened that night on the cliff. It's too late now for the viewing audience though.

Cobalt: Don't worry bout that now. I'm much more concerned with keeping everyone here out of the loop. I don't want such information to ultimately be used against Duncan in this contest. Also…him knowing that others outside myself know about his planned suicide could be a major distraction.

Trent: Well as far as he's concerned, I only came across you two when the alliance was made. He believes me.

Cobalt: As he should since your such a nice guy. I appreciate this Trent. Now to the business at hand. It's time to go win another challenge. Good luck Trent. You'll need it.

Trent: You more than me maybe. I'm a far better shot than you might think.

The two shake and then begin their hunt. Only thirty-five minutes remained in the contest. Not too far way, Heather and Leshawna are forced to duck when Izzy swings by in the trees with a terrified Gwen holding on for dear life.

Heather: I wouldn't want to be Gwen right now. You're at least somewhat more bearable compared to that psycho Izzy.

Leshawna: I don't know…If I were her I think I'd prefer psycho over your manipulative butt.

Heather: For your information, we've actually worked well together in the past.

Leshawna: Yeah…just to help yourself out.

Heather: Maybe so but we're going to need to….did you hear that?

Leshawna: Yeah I heard that…so stop your preaching and run!!

Three shots in all came toward them and they managed to escape all but one…the third striking Heather on the hip, releasing its odor and causing her to gag. Fortunately Leshawna was able to keep her from puking, though she was starting to want to herself. Not too far away, Gwen and Izzy were not fairing too well. Gwen got hit by a couple of paintballs causing Izzy to let go of the vine and both fell to the ground. They were immediately pelted with more paintballs until both puked. A couple more direct hits from Trent on Heather and Leshawna eventually caused Heather to puke. Once time was up they all went back to the camp. The scent of them spreading nausea among the shooters as well as Duncan, Noah, and Chris.

Chris: (holding his nose) Ok…this might have gotten way out of hand. You ladies have been transformed into such a stomach-churning mass of disgustingness (chuckles) I have to say my revenge was complete. Now to pick the winner and coverage-wise it appears to be a draw but given the fact that Leshawna has no evidence of puke on her, and Izzy and Gwen are practically covered in each others vomit. The winner's are the Howlin Coyotes. Congrats Coyotes…you maintain momentum and ladies…you might want to hit the showers though you'll have to just about scrub off all your skin to get all that off (laughs). Tune in next week to see if the Coyotes once again get to send a member of the Majestic Eagles packing.

Later that night, Chris strolled into his cabin still chuckling over what had happened. He barely had time to react to the water balloon that fell from the ceiling and struck the wooden spear Duncan had made and placed above the door, showering Chris with its contents. Those contents being a super-concentrated formulation of what was in the paintballs. Almost instantly Chris began to vomit at the amusement of all the campers watching back at the campgrounds thanks to a video camera set up by Noah and Cobalt.

Heather: I have to say…great job with the water balloon gag.

Cobalt: Hey it's the least we could do. After all, ya'll got Chris for us. It's times like this that I'm glad they haven't invented smell-o-vision yet. Let's watch it again…in slow motion.

Gwen: Oh yeah.

Meanwhile back at Playa de Losers. Jack is going over the footage from the latest episodes. His bitterness toward Duncan increased once the scene between Trent and Cobalt is played.

Jack: You see Vince…I told you Duncan was responsible for Courtney's death. I knew it from the first moment and this proves it here.

Vince: It proves he feels guilty for her death. Doesn't necessarily prove a direct connection…

Jack: I don't care Vince. The fact of the matter is that he was bad news for her from the start. Now he must pay. Leave me Vince. The plan is almost complete. This show, as well as this studio, we'll soon be in their final days.

Vince: As you wish sir.

Vince steps out of Jack's office and proceeds to his own office suite. Once their, he himself makes a phone call.

Vince: Yeah…it's me…I don't want to take up much of your time but I wanted to let you know that everything is going as planned. The threat of being replaced as head producer and the apparent death of his niece has pushed him over the edge…I don't want to make a move till close to time for his plan to be executed…No back-up will be necessary. I can handle him. Jack may figure out something's not right if additional units are deployed…I'll keep in touch. Bye.

Author's note: I'll go on and admit that one of the biggest problems I have is keeping characters…well…in character. You see character dialogue is my weakest point in my writings because I'm more of a narrator. I focus so much on the story at hand that the dialogue can suffer at times. I still like how this is coming together overall but I thought I'd just apologize for the less-than-stellar character dialogues. There's so much I want to revel right now about the upcoming chapters. Still I must keep it on the low for now so as to add to the suspense. I will let ya'll know that Noah will discover something that will more than make-up for the harsh things he said about Courtney to Duncan. Courtney fans will want to stay tuned to catch exactly what that is. Later.