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BaconBaka's Bites: WOO! Another chapter is being released! Here's hoping you guys can see it. And you guys can consider this a Hanukkah present, if you celebrate it! If you don't, here's hoping you still enjoy the chapter.
But we did leave off at a slight cliffhanger… Let's get that straightened out.
Korpse's Earrings: Green Koopa Shells
Chris is standing on Challenge Beach, ready to give out the recap. The skies were pitch black, except for some lights jetting upwards, most likely from Ada's nightly party.
"Last time, on School Scuffle..."
"Our teams were shrunken down to the size of your usual LEGO Minifig, where they had to ensemble a device which could regrow them to their original heights. The Krew had to deal with a kitten, in which Drake managed to tame, and later on a dog… The Dorks deal with a party, to which Yentoulis got totally embarrassed after mistaking root beer for actual alcoholic beverages. The Oddities had to deal with a tiny Lola Loud of sorts, and the Wannabees had to deal with bugs in a garden. In the end, the Dorks managed to be the first one to grow back to their original heights. Though thankfully, there was no elimination for the losers, IE the Krew."
"But now, with that safety net gone, what will happen this episode? Will the Dorks manage to keep up a winning streak? What of Isabel's past involvement with Ellis? And will I get even more handsome? Stay tuned and find out! Right here! On..."
"Total!"
"Drama!"
"SCHOOL SCUFFLE!"
(Cue I Wanna Be Famous...)
Undisclosed Location, 9:00pm
In the forest under the tree, both Marissa and Verna looked at each other, with Marissa wondering what was going on, and Verna looking at the nerdy girl as well.
"I swear, that was an accident." Marissa said out loud.
Verna grimaced. "Look here, geek. Not a word of this comes out of you. Got it?"
Marissa looked down at the jewelry.
"Er, are those clip-on earrings?" Marissa asked.
"Eh, I was happy with the holes I was born with on my body; no need to add any additional holes on me." Verna shrugged back.
"Understandable. I'm the same way." Marissa responded back.
She then looked at the game that Verna was playing.
"Isn't that Pokemon Black 2?" Marissa asked.
Verna scoffed. "Yeah… What of it? It's my younger brother's. I swiped it from him before I left."
"Ignoring that statement, how come he's playing as the girl?" Marissa continued.
Verna shrugged. "He likes playing as girls in video games? I don't quite understand it myself."
"Then why is she called Verna?" Marissa continued asking. "Unless that is actually your 3DS and you never stole your brother's game?"
"You ask too many questions, you know that?" Verna questioned back.
"And… What's with that awesome 'do?" Marissa asked.
"And busted..." Verna sighed. "Look. Like I said, not a word comes out of this from you. We clear on this?"
Marissa nodded back. "Clearer than a Class Five Crystal Staff."
"Okay. The truth is… That bitch known as me? The one known to snap at people and look down upon them? All just a ruse. I'm actually a math whiz… And a Pokemon fan. Been one since I was 10." Verna explained. "And no, I never did steal my brother's game. That would be too low, even for my 'Bitchsona' to even do."
"Speaking of which, why play yourself as the 'Stereotypical Bitch' job class most commonly seen in High School dramas?" Marissa asked.
"...Because the villain often goes far in these kinds of shows. Think about it; Duncan got far in the first two seasons he was in, even winning Action. Alejandro won World Tour, Lightning won Revenge, Mike, the scumbag that he is… He won All Stars, even resorting to an instant win button… And Sugar? Grossest bitch I ever saw won third." Verna replied back. "So me and my bro devised a plan; if I acted like a bitch and dressed like one as well… I could win easily and we could have a much better life. Heck, I even done some research as well on several High School movies featuring those total snobs."
"Well, at least you didn't go for the Genwunner approach. I encountered one once… Total neckbeard." Marissa said out loud. "But what do you mean by much better life?"
"Eh, we're well off now. But I only want to win so that me and my family's even better off." Verna answered back, as she looked around and pointed at Marissa. "Look… I may had said a bit too much. Remember; this stays between us."
"I understand." Marissa nodded back.
"Good." Verna said, as she started to begin leaving, as a thought hit her.
SNAP!
Marissa snapped to attention, as Verna looked back at her.
"Before I forget… Marissa, you're friends with that Ellis guy on your team… Right?"
"You betchya! We were about to slay a dragon before I fell down here. A pretend, invisible dragon, but still" Marissa answered back. "I could improve on my jumping stats."
"Either that, or rub a Fairy Type on it. Listen. If neither of us are booted tomorrow after the challenge, I want to talk to him about something…" Verna said out loud. "Something personal."
She then gave off a smile.
"Now, get outta here, dork. I won't go easy on you tomorrow." Verna finished, as she placed the jewelry back on herself, and hid her black hair under a white cap, and placed the blonde wig on her head. She gathered up her games, her lamp, and fled, leaving Marissa on her own in the now dark forest.
"Well, this'll be fun." Marissa said, as she grinned. "I should plan my team out… She has six years experience under her belt."
A sudden light shined throughout the forest, as she yelped in surprise.
"Marissa! You okay? I didn't hear you after you fell down that embankment." Ellis yelled out, running up to her.
"Eh, I'm fine." Marissa replied back. "Thought while I was down here, I do myself some hunting for some hidden treasure."
"I… don't think this isle carries any lost treasure." Ellis said out loud.
"Hey, you never know with McLean." Marissa replied back.
Confessional: X marks the spot anyway… And there aren't any X contestants on this season.
Marissa: Well, I learned a bit today; French Onion dip is hella hard to get outta hair, Pomona may be part LGBT, and Verna is not what she seems… -She grins- I gotta fix myself up the perfect team to take her on. And make sure both me and Ellis survive tomorrow's challenge. Whatever she wants with him is beyond me.
Verna: It felt good to be… Myself for a change. But now, back to bitch mode. -She looks at the camera for a moment- How the hell does Lance even act so well?
In a town somewhere… 1:30am
A person was running for their life in the darkness, with the bright streetlights providing them a path, as they crossed some alleyways. Its walls were littered with graffiti. Said person stopped to take a breather, as they took a look at a map on their phone. Said phone had a treble cleft design on the back.
"Okay… The harbor should be only a few miles away from my current location." Said person whispered out loud. "I better be quick; a boy like me shouldn't be in a place like this for too long..."
The tired male continued to make a run for it, as he soon reached the harbor. Making sure not to get spotted, he opened up an app on his phone, and looked at the schedule for the boats.
"Hmm… Which boat is heading towards… Amehurst Island..." The male whispered to himself.
Suddenly, he heard some feet approaching. He quickly turned his phone off, and hid behind a crate, trying not to get spotted.
"Hey, Hal? Where do you want me to place these crates of hair care products?" A male asked out loud.
"Oh, that? Put it on freighter 29. It's going to that Total Drama something show..." Hal replied back.
The hiding male nodded. He knew that he had to get aboard that ship. He also shivered as well.
"Guk, fashion… Just… Guk..." The male whispered, as he snuck his way onto the freighter, managing to hide from any coworkers along the way.
Pretty soon, the freighter took off, as the male could only gaze at the darkness developing the harbor and the small town.
"Say what you will… I am outta that hellhole..." The male whispered, as he heard some sounds. He knew he had to hide himself somewhere until he arrived at his destination…
Early the next morning…
Dork's Camp, 7:00am
In the RV, it was Marissa's turn to fix breakfast. She was cooking up what appeared to be omelets, as Ellis came out of the bedroom, sporting a grin.
"Goooooddd morning, world!" Ellis announced.
Marissa looked at Ellis, as a thought hit her.
"Hey, Ellis? Not to raise any complaints or anything, but… Did you even come with any sort of footwear, at all?" Marissa asked.
Ellis shook his head. "No, not really."
"But what about your feet's defensive stats? You aren't classed as a Monk, or a Marine Biologist." Marissa continued. "And that also applies for Rookie Cooks, Tough As Nails Gal Pals-"
"Er, did we go all meta?" Ellis asked.
"In either case, we need to get you some footwear. What if Chris has us walk over glass? On flaming coals?" Marissa warned.
Ellis gulped. "Yee-ikes. Would he do that?"
"Well, considering that he most likely rigged everything for Duncan to win Action..." Marissa said out loud, as she looked at Ellis again. Or his arms.
They had faded scars all over. The RPG fan raised an eyebrow.
"Er, not to change the subject, but... Where did those scars come from?" Marissa asked in a concerned tone.
"Well, I have a bit of a scratching problem." Ellis answered back. "And it doesn't help matters that my fingernails? ...Yeah, they're quite thick stuff."
He then held up his hands.
"It's why I wear these things." Ellis said, as he looked at his gloves. "Someone I once knew made them for me..."
Ellis then decided to pull the gloves off.
"Eh, I don't need them." Ellis muttered, as he tossed the gloves aside.
Marissa looked at Ellis, and at the gloves, and picked them up.
"Someone you knew made these?" Marissa asked, as Ellis gave her a look. "Look… I'm not mad, I just want to know who..."
"If you must know… It was an old family member that made those." Ellis answered back. "She… left for college. I haven't heard from her since late last year."
"Oh, I see… And you must had a pretty brutal falling out for remove your gloves." Marissa understood.
"Yeah, I guess you can say that." Ellis nodded back, as Marissa did some more thinking.
"Hmm… I'm thinking it may have to do with that flesh and blood thing that Isabel talked about earlier yesterday?"
"Going for a walk; see ya before the challenge." Ellis said, as he left the RV.
With Ellis gone, Marissa soon gave a look over at Yentoulis and GENKI, the two of them sitting in front of the RV, and looking at a pad of sorts.
"Hey, Yento?" Marissa asked out loud.
"Need I remind you to call me by Yentoulis?" Yentoulis responded back.
"Sorry, but just hear me out. I want you to construct a device that checks out DNA samples." Marissa requested.
Yentoulis blinked. "Er… Why?"
Marissa looked over at Ellis, and back towards Yentoulis.
"Just wanna test something out." Marissa answered back.
"And what's in it for me?" Yentoulis asked.
"Well… Perhaps I can alter your character and give you the best weapons and armor for your job class for our campaign?" Marissa offered. "And GENKI also gets the best gear as well."
"A diamond tipped blade for my Warrior character, Subject Marissa?" GENKI asked, feeling hopeful.
"The best I can cook up, GENKI." Marissa answered back.
Yentoulis turned around and grinned.
"You got a deal, curls. Though this is quite a huge deal… There's barely anything I can use to fulfill your request. And I ain't touching that Fruit Loop's blender just to make an invention. And that green haired night owl probably keeps her electronics locked up tight. But I'll see what I can do." Yentoulis confirmed.
Marissa smiled. "Yento, you're the COOLEST!"
"Eh, I needed to stretch my inventing muscle, anyway." Yentoulis shrugged. "And it's Yentoulis, not Yento."
Not too far from the RV, Nelson and Pomona were outside, doing a bit of walking.
"So, saw you last night dancing with Isabel, huh?" Nelson asked with a gentle smile.
"What can I say? She's just so awesome and cute and… Well, awesome! Even that purple hair of hers suits her well!"
Nelson raised an eyebrow. "I think I see a hint of blue in her hair..."
"Trust me, bud; it's purple." Pomona corrected.
The two of them were silent for a moment, as Nelson looked over at Pomona.
"So… What do you think of Isabel?" Nelson asked.
"Her? She's one awesome friend." Pomona answered back with a smile.
"I know that. But what do you really think of Isabel?" Nelson asked.
Pomona gave off a blush.
"Well… She's cute, I dig her hair… She has quite a nice personality..." Pomona admitted.
"So… You like her like her?" Nelson asked.
Pomona blushed.
"Well, what do you think of Korpse?" Pomona teased back.
This time, it was Nelson's turn to blush.
"Um… She's cute, I dig her hair..." Nelson replied back, as he realized something. "Hey, way to use that on me!"
Pomona couldn't help but chuckle.
Confessional: She may be loopy, but she's smart…
Nelson: Dang it, Pomona… -He then smiles-
Pomona: Eh, I bet you already know what my preferences are in a love interest. But I ain't revealing anything just yet~! Gotta keep the plot rolling a bit longer.
The Krew - 7:10am
Inside the cabin, Verna was sleeping, as Pinkie walked close to her.
"Brotif… Let's hug it all out..." Verna muttered.
Pinkie got closer to Verna, as she started to nuzzle against the girl.
Verna slowly opened her eyes to see the kitten close to her…
"Drake!" Verna yelled out loud. "Your kitten is WAY too close to me!"
Stella, who was getting ready for the day, couldn't help but giggle.
"That's because she likes you." Stella replied back. "Cosmos wakes me up like that all the time."
"Eh, knowing your net worth, it's some kinda lynx cat." Verna said out loud.
"Close, but no pop-tart~!" Stella sung back. "He's a Japanese Bobtail."
Verna gave off a shrug, as she quickly dressed herself.
"You know the deal; don't follow me, or disturb me. Got it?" Verna ordered.
"Got it." Stella nodded back.
Verna opened the door, and started to walk out, as a thought hit her…
"Hey, not that I care or anything, but… Where's Drake?" Verna asked.
Not too far from camp, Lance and Drake were nearby, reading a script, with Steph laying down on a flat rock.
"So… Everyone dies in this?" Drake asked.
"Yeah. The entire kingdom bites it in the end." Lance answered back.
"...Even the rats and snakes?" Drake asked again.
Lance nodded back.
"...How about everyone outside the kingdom?" Drake questioned, hoping to have at least one survivor.
"Shakespeare never glossed over that fact." Lance gave off a shrug.
"Er, you do know I'm dead and you two are fighting for revenge, right?" Steph asked.
Drake scratched his head. "Is that how it works? We stab each other?"
"Yeah… Good playwright, but most of his characters bit in in gory fashions." Lance admitted.
"Makes me glad my stuff's family friendly." Drake said to himself.
"Now..." Lance exclaimed, as he held up a wooden sword. "En Guarde!"
Drake noticed the sword, and held up his own. "For… Equestria?"
Lance blinked a bit.
"What? It was the first kingdom I could think of." Drake admitted.
The two of them did a bit of swordfighting, as Lance gave Drake a look.
"Er, Drake? This is the part where you… Well, stab me?" Lance asked. "While I like to give the audience a good show, you don't wanna drag it out for too long."
Drake looked at his sword, and poked Lance with it. "...Stab?"
Suddenly…
"ACK!" Lance yelped, as he started to pose. "Alas, I have been bested in battle… You have achieved revenge. May God give you a hastily death by my hands!"
He soon fell down, closed his eyes, and laid stiff as a board.
Drake looked down at Lance, and his wooden sword, before he shook his head.
"Um… What now?" Drake asked.
Steph looked over at Drake.
"You do some speech, then you stab yourself." Steph responded back.
Drake felt alarmed, as he dropped his sword.
"Nuh-huh; forget that." Drake replied back, as he walked away.
Steph looked over at where Drake once stood.
"Wow, someone's triggered..." Steph said out loud.
"Yeah, who knew that hari-kiri was one of his triggers?" Lance questioned back.
Confessional: Good question…
Drake: I'm not mad at Steph or Lance; they didn't know. But killing ones-self… Nope, I rather not deal with that.
Lance: We were only acting, to be honest.
Stella: Haley, if you're watching… Miss ya, bud! -She holds her hand out at the camera, almost offering a high-five-
The Wannabees – 7:30am
Isabel was outside, cooking up some food for her fellow teammates. Maureen, Liang, and Mozart were sitting nearby, as Isabel sprinkled some spice on the food. She soon offered the food over to everyone as they accepted it.
"Hmm, nice job, Isabel!" Maureen said out loud between bites.
"Yeah, this is some gnarly food!" Mozart exclaimed, as he offered some food over to Woodstock.
Liang gave off a grin, as he bit into some food. "Okay, I admit it; this food's nice."
Isabel smiled. "Thanks, guys. It's an old recipe that I used to fix."
"Well, this recipe is really awesome; you gotta teach it to me!" Maureen sported a grin.
The team continued to eat in silence, as a thought crept up to one of them.
"Soooo… How was that dance together with Pomona last night?" Mozart asked.
Isabel suddenly blushed a deep red.
"We were only dancing together..." Isabel stated. "Sure, it may have been a slow dance, but still..."
"Right. And how do you truly feel about her?" Maureen asked.
Isabel looked at Maureen.
"...The same way I feel about you, to be honest." Isabel answered back.
Maureen sported a sweet smile.
"Aww… That's real kind about you..." Marissa said out loud. "But, I hate to break the bad news to you… I'm actually straight."
"Well, I thought I was too- Had an ex-boyfriend and everything." Isabel replied back.
"What happened? This is getting juicy!" Liang said, sporting a grin.
"Anyway," Isabel continued, ignoring Liang. "I'm glad we're coming clean about stuff instead of having a love quadrangle."
"So… You're Bi, right?" Maureen asked.
"Yeah, and apparently Pomona and I have chemestry." Isabel answered back.
She suddenly groaned.
"...Crud, forgot my parents are watching this. They're still not over my whole scandal-" She cut herself off as she glanced towards Liang, who was on the edge of his seat.
"Ooh, what scandal?" Liang asked.
Maureen ignored Liang, as she put a gentle hand on Isabel's shoulder.
"Look, whatever's going on… We'll help you get through this." Maureen reassured, as she looked at everyone. "Right?"
"You can count on me, babe!" Mozart proudly declared.
"SQUEAK!" Woodstock squeaked.
Liang sighed. "Fine, guess I'm in as well. Still wanna know about that scandal."
Isabel thought a bit, then smirked. "Okay, I guess I can tell you guys... but what I'm about to tell you doesn't leave this campfire. And that includes the camera guys."
Confessional: Whoa, this IS juicy!
Maureen: -She is silent as she looked at the camera-
Mozart: Just… Whoa, dude…
Liang: Wow, that's even beyond my standards.
The Oddities – 7:45am
Currently, the four were watching TV in their cabin, still thinking about the events of last night.
"So, how about that slow dance, huh?" Benny asked.
"Well, I never thought Maureen could slow-dance like that." Sting admitted. "Who knew?"
"And Nelson is such a gentleman..." Korpse replied back, as she sighed.
"So, how about you guys? You eyed any ladies on here?" Sting asked.
"Well, there aren't any that I can see myself with." Benny admitted, as he polished his sword.
"And I had a slight crush on Olivia before she got booted." Marion said out loud. "But I highly doubt she would return my feelings."
"Why?" Benny asked, as he realized who Marion was referring to. "Ooooohhhhh… The whole bad boy thing..."
"I'm only a simple carver of miniature people. Not a bad boy!" Marion exclaimed back. "Speaking of which… I completed them all last night."
He held out the figurines of Benny, Korpse, Sting, and even Olivia for them to show to the others.
"Whoa..." Benny said, as he observed his figurine. "This is rather awesome-looking..."
Korpse smiled, as she looked at her figurine. "Aww, you even got the nose stud on me..."
"Just a simple nose stud? Heck, he even detailed all my piercings." Sting replied back.
"And you even remembered Olivia as well..." Benny said out loud.
"Hey, I just couldn't leave her out." Marion replied back.
"By the way… What's on the ol' boob tube?" Korpse asked. "Or in this case, plasma? Cause they don't use bulbs anymore..."
On TV, appeared to be a twerking Monokuma, as the four contestants sighed.
"Annnnnnndddddd franchise ruined." Benny grumbled.
"Thanks a whole lot, DanganRonpa GO." Korpse pouted.
"This IS despair..." Marion said out loud.
Sting could only watch in silence.
Confessional: Um… Yeah, let's go with that.
Benny: And this is why I prefer the Japanese subbed version.
Korpse: To be fair, Monokuma's supposed to be cringy. And that's right, MonoKUMA. Who the hell even calls him Monobear?
Marion: I'm hoping to show off my figurines over to Drake soon…
Sting: His butt kept on swaying back and fourth…
Central Station – 8:00am
The area was empty, as Nelson was walking by himself, hoping to gather up some supplies, all while whistling a song. He thought he was alone, as…
"That's a nice song you're whispering."
Nelson yelped at the sudden arrival as he turned around to see Stella standing there.
"Stella… Man, you spooked me..." Nelson replied back.
"Oh, sorry about that." Stella apologized. "Either case, that's a nice song you were whispering to yourself. Anything special it came from? Katy Perry? Christina Aguilera?"
"Koji Kondo, actually." Nelson answered back. "One of the best musicians for any video game."
"Ohhh… I'm not that much of a gamer, to be honest. That's my friend's job." Stella admitted.
"Is she that friend who was wheelchair-bound?" Nelson asked.
"Nah, it's another friend." Stella answered back. "Pink hair, has some… Puff thing inked on her upper back?"
"Jigglypuff?" Nelson asked.
"That's it! I knew it was something; she brought me a plushie of one of those for my birthday, being that we both enjoy singing." Stella answered back. "She must have a higher pain treshold than I do."
The two of them looked deep in each other's eyes, as a thought hit them…
"We both have blonde hair, green eyes, similar shaped noses..." Nelson said out loud.
"Yeah, from the looks of things, you think we were related!" Stella laughed back.
Not too far nearby, the two looked over at Ada and Gyan, who were walking together, and chatting.
"So… You want me to relax my brain for today?" Gyan asked. "Just take it easy?"
"You got it; that test yesterday was total hell to you, yo." Ada replied back. "Besides, I have an idea for what to do for today."
"Will it involve record scratching and the like?" Gyan asked.
"Nah, nothing like that." Ada answered back with a smile. "We still gotta heal yourself from Exam Hell first before we move on to that. I'm talking about introducing you to my tunes! Eating food that isn't gluten free! And maybe… Getting your hair dyed? I'm thinking a dark blue, yo."
Gyan's eyes went wide. "You're crazy… Not eating gluten free food?"
"Eh, eating healthy's pretty damn expensive. We need the extra bucks for tunes and tats, yo!" Ada exclaimed back.
"But you've only got one..." Gyan responded back.
"Eh, always room for more; I'm thinking of a bit of sheet music on my lower back?" Ada asked. "A lightning bolt on my other leg?"
Gyan shook his head. "I'll never understand you, yo."
He suddenly stopped.
"Great, now you got me doing it!" Gyan chuckled back.
Challenge Beach – 9:00am
Chris held his finger over an intercom button.
"Attention; will all campers please report over to Challenge Beach? It's time for your next challenge!" Chris announced.
About 10 minutes passed, as everyone arrived, each standing on their team's mats.
"All for nothing, but isn't it too early for a challenge?" Marion asked. "The sun isn't even that high yet."
"Yeah, and Nook just opened his doors for the day!" Korpse protested. "At least let us do some virtual browsing before you toss us in the next challenge!"
"Now, the reason I invited you all here this early is that… The upcoming challenge will take place at a different location!" Chris announced.
"As opposed to a random house out here on a deserted island?" Steph asked.
"I've a feeling it was actually a houseboat." Stella replied back. "Or a yacht?"
"In either case, we've got a chopper coming to take you to our Challenge location." Chris continued.
It didn't take too long for a rather large helicopter to land, opening its doors, and allowing entry. The teammates entered the chopper, as well as the two Interns, as the chopper lifted off, starting to send them to their next challenge…
Two Hours Later…
The doors opened, as Verna exited the chopper first.
"Ugh, finally!" Verna groaned. "Sitting there for two hours… Thanks a whole lot for the stiff legs, Chris!"
Pomona was the next one to exit. "Hey, it wasn't that bad; I saw a few planes, some blue whales swimming in the ocean, a far-off erupting volcano on a deserted island..."
"Doesn't the ash in the air F up helicopter rotors?" Benny asked.
"Campers!" Chris announced, as he was now standing in front of a bus. "As you can guess, we aren't at the challenge yet. But in either case, welcome to the town of Oceanfront Shores!"
"...But isn't any town near the sea technically an oceanfront?" Marissa questioned back.
"In either case, you will be given your instructions, while we're on our way through town!" Chris continued, as he boarded, with Ada already behind the wheel.
Nelson took a look at the bus, and nodded as he nervously boarded, with Korpse sitting next to him.
"You… feeling okay?" Korpse asked gently.
"To be honest… No, not really." Nelson replied back. "But I'll try to keep a steady state of mind."
The bus was moving through the city streets, as Nelson was looking out the window, admiring the scenery, as Chris sported a wide grin.
"Campers, for your next challenge, our lovely residents of Oceanfront Shores have decided to donate their town to use for today. But before I continue on, let me ask something personal to you. Have any of you ever… skipped school? You know, played hooky, called in sick when you weren't?" Chris asked.
Isabel raised her hand. "I did… One time, with some friends."
"Ooh, did you wonder what seat you wanted to take? And was there a rap section in the middle?" Pomona asked, sporting a grin.
"Er, did you just describe the Friday music video?" Ellis asked.
"Well, probably..." Pomona admitted. "I was young, and the singer was cute, okay?"
"Right… Anyone else?" Chris asked.
Drake sighed, as he raised his hand.
"...Even I admit to skipping class." Drake said out loud.
"Ooh, someone's been bad..." Steph smirked.
"Well, someone was… But it wasn't me..." Drake replied back.
"In either case, it's the theme of today's challenge!" Chris continued, as…
"And here we are, yo!" Ada announced. "Oceanfront Shores High!"
The campers looked out of their windows, and observed the school beckoning them.
"Your task is to escape from class. It's as simple as that." Chris stated. "But here's a bit of a twist! Krew, you shall be going to Mr. Johnson's English Class to try to escape from."
"That's it? You think we be escaping from Gym or something to that regard." Steph spoke up.
"Or the Cafeteria? I heard stories about their mystery meat..." Lance added.
"As for the Wannabees? You shall be partaking in Mrs. Pelt's Mathetics Class."
"Math?! AWWWWWWWW!" Liang complained.
"Eh, it shouldn't be that bad; we've got some bright brains with me and Mozart on the team." Maureen replied back. "Though if we gotta help you cheat..."
"And I know about some diagrams from various soccer plays I know of; maybe I can translate that into any assignments?" Isabel pondered.
"Er, you do know that you gotta escape from class, right?" Chris asked. "As for the Oddities, you get Detention! Hosted in the Extracurricular Classroom by Mr. Kuma!"
"Whoa, hold up! Did you say… Mr. Kuma?" Benny asked.
"Right you are, Benny! And the reason you've got Detention? Polishing your sword during class." Chris answered back.
"Er, I think that's grounds for suspension, or expulsion." Sting said out loud.
"And so is that Senior prank you pulled off." Chris winked back. "Or should I say Ultimate High School Emo Dude?"
"Er, I'm a Junior, Chris." Sting corrected.
"As for the Ultimate High School Gamer, and the Ultimate High School Miniature Carver… You got tossed in for carving in class, and playing games in class." Chris concluded.
"Wait, there's already an Ultimate High School Gamer." Korpse said out loud.
"And I don't even carry my carving knife with me to class." Marion replied back.
Pomona looked at the two with a sympathetic look.
"I am glad I am not in Mr. Kuma's class..." Pomona shivered.
"And as for the Dorks… You're going to the Gym. It's as simple as that." Chris finished. "Now, off you go! And good luck!"
The teams started to enter their respective classes, to start up their next challenge, hopefully not wanting to fail…
The Krew - 11:15am
The five entered the classroom, as they each took their seats. A few students noticed their presence, but some kept to their own devices.
"English class? Bo-ring!" Verna groaned.
"Hey, it ain't that bad; all we gotta do is write." Lance reassured. "And you are speaking to a proud playwright right here."
"I don't think they accept script works." Stella spoke up, as she looked at Drake. "You gonna be okay, Drake?"
Drake nodded back. "I often write stories from time to time… This should be easy."
Steph looked at her fellow students, and smirked at one, who was muscular. She made a calling motion towards him.
"Heh, he wants me..." Steph said to herself.
Stella looked over at Steph, and at the muscular student. She spoke to the student, as she approached Steph.
"Er, Steph? I hate to break your heart, but… That student? ...He's actually a she." Stella said out loud.
Steph blinked. "You gotta be s***ing me… He's actually a girl?"
"Yeah." Stella nodded back.
Steph groaned. "Wonderful, now everyone will never let this go!"
Stella looked around, and found another student as muscular as that girl was.
"Then… Wanna gaze at that guy?" Stella asked.
Steph sighed. "Fiiiiinnnneeee… Might as well go for number two."
Stella scratched her head. "You… May wanna go to the bathroom for that."
Drake was currently drawing on a pad of paper, as someone watched. He glanced over at said person and gave off a gentle smile, as he went back to his drawing.
Verna peeked inside her skirt pocket, and noticed a green light emitting from her 3DS. She gave off a smile.
"Heh, lots of Streetpasses..." Verna thought.
Pretty soon, the door opened, as everyone took their seats and started to pay attention. Drake was still into his drawing, as Stella had to tap him on the shoulder so he could pay attention.
"Okay, class… The name's Mr. Johnson, and I shall be delivering you today's English Essay." Mr. Johnson said out loud in a tired tone.
The entire class groaned.
"An essay?! I thought all we had to do was write a script!" Lance complained.
"So much for my idea." Stella gave off a shrug.
"This means a LOT of research." Mr. Johnson droned on.
Drake sighed. "Research writing is not my forte… Here's hoping I can put my spin into it..."
"You will be doing lots of work on historical facts. Which means NO CREATIVE WRITING." Mr. Johnson declared.
Drake's face said it all…
Confessional: Well… This escalated quickly.
Drake: ...Aw, pants.
Verna: Researching stuff? There are some things that even I have difficulties on, and you want us to research about some dead important guy?
"So, what dead geezer or President do we gotta write about?" Verna asked. "I have a good feeling about Lyndon B Johnson."
"It's not a who, but a when." Johnson answered back. "Today, you shall be writing about the horrors of what occurred back in Tudor, England in the 16th Century. Back when King Henry the 8th was in charge."
Lance blinked. "He sounds familiar..."
He soon reached into his desk and pulled out a book, and flipped over to a section.
"...Knew it. He decapitated pretty much several of his wives if they got outta line. And excised his only daughter when he wanted a son." Lance confirmed.
"How… do you even know that stuff?" Stella asked, concerned.
"Our rival school done a play about him, and I watched to learn some techniques to use on-stage for other productions." Lance answered back. "And not to mention that our not-so jolly king was rather fat as well."
"Was he also elected twice as a Democrat?" Stella asked.
"Errrr… I don't think this guy was a Democrat. At ALL." Lance finished.
Drake was struggling to write something down.
"How can I even start? I am way outta my league here..." Drake thought.
Verna noticed the teacher, and slowly got up.
"Eh, I am not wasting any of my time writing about some dead geezer. We're outta here." Verna declared to her teammates.
"Yeah, guess I'll follow as well. Challenge rules, after all." Lance nodded back.
Steph smirked. "Ooh, we playing naughty?"
Stella looked over at Drake, and smiled gently.
"We're about to bust outta here..." Stella whispered over to Drake. "You wanna come with?"
Drake looked over at Stella.
"But… Would we get in trouble?" Drake asked.
Stella looked over at Mr. Johnson…
He was slumped over on his desk, sleeping.
"Trust me, you won't get in trouble." Stella reassured.
Drake looked at his team, and nodded.
"You go ahead. I'll catch up..." Drake replied back.
Stella nodded, as the four teammates started to sneak their way carefully past the sleeping teacher, and soon out the room, leaving Drake behind.
With the tall artist, he looked around, and scribbled something down, as he slowly got out of his desk, walked past the teacher, and started to open the door, when…
Mr. Johnson raised his head up, and his eyes slowly opened about halfway through, looking at Drake.
Drake froze in terror, as…
"You think about the things that you love to do..." Mr. Johnson sung out loud rather sleepily.
Drake looked back at Mr. Johnson, as…
"It all comes true..." Drake sung back, as…
Mr. Johnson slumped back asleep. Drake breathed a sigh of relief, as he quickly left the classroom, ready to join his fellow teammates.
Confessional: Busted could had worked here as well, even if he wasn't busted.
Drake: Thank you very much, Littlest Pet Shop… -He gives off a sweet smile0
The Oddities
At the same time that the Dorks were in Essay Hell, the Oddities were in Detention. There were some other students in the classroom as well.
"Sooooo… Whatta here for?" Sting asked a nearby student.
"Eh, just burping the Hunger Games Anthem." The student replied back. "Who knew that our substitute teacher was also the actor who played President Snow in the actual films?"
Sting blinked. "Ooooookkkkaaayyy… And about about you?" He asked, turning his attention towards another student.
"Piercing my bestie's nose." The student admitted as she shrugged. "Who knew they got rather testy over missing ice cubes?"
"Wow, such bad behavior..." Korpse blinked. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Piercing your bestie's nose?" Sting asked.
"No; I meant belching a song." Korpse answered back, giggling.
"I still can't believe we all got Detention for the both of us wielding what could be considered a weapon." Marion said out loud.
"Well, considering that we could stabby-stab with it..." Benny replied back. "Still, you wonder how Olivia could had gotten thrown in here."
"Probably stalking, most likely." Marion gave off a shrug.
Pretty soon, the door opened, and the teacher stepped in. He was sporting a bear motif.
"Upupupupu… Mr. Kuma here, and you all been very naughty!" Mr. Kuma sung out loud.
"What could be more naughty than the time I dropped the F bomb when I ran into a shiny in the Safari Zone?" Korpse asked.
"And you must be Korpse. Oh, we have your rap sheet right here~!" Mr. Kuma sung back. "Oh, there was the time you got your nose pierced when you were 14."
"A friend of mine done it for me." Korpse admitted.
"And the time you quit The Walking Dead season two after that one tween got mauled to death by the undead."
"I liked her and was hoping she would survive, bears for brains." Korpse groaned. "When I learned she didn't… Well, there's always Worms games."
"And when you shot up every pimp you saw in Saints Row 2..." Mr. Kuma said out loud.
"Eh, he deserved it." Korpse shrugged. "Probably."
"Oh, I have a special assignment planned for YOU, buddy~." Mr. Kuma said, as he looked at the other students. "I have a task to do; I trust you all to stay where you are? Be back in five minutes sharp!"
Mr. Kuma soon left the room, as everyone looked at each other.
"Heh, I remember when you went on that Pimp Rampage after one of your homies died." A student said to Korpse. "Best stream ever..."
"A friend got me the game for free. So I decided to play on-stream." Korpse replied back. "That, and the Brotherhood were total pricks."
"Either case, we got five minutes to kill before that assignment." Marion said out loud.
Korpse sighed. "Way to remind me, Marion..."
Confessional: Would this also be a way to spout out more crimes on your permanent record?
Korpse: Truth be told, I only got actual Detention three times. Two for the obvious answer of playing games instead of working, and the third? Yelling out an obscenity when someone spoiled a trailer for a game.
Benny: So, five minutes… What could even happen during that time?
5 minutes later…
"Huh, it's been five minutes, and teach isn't back yet..." Korpse said out loud.
"Yeah, you think he would had returned by now..." Benny replied back.
"Think we should check on him, make sure he's okay?" Sting asked.
"I agree; we should at least see if he's at the very least, okay." Marion nodded back.
The four of them got up and left the classroom, as the other students followed. Along the way, Sting noticed that one of the classroom doors was open a crack.
"Hm?" Sting pondered to himself. "That's rather odd… I know I saw that door was shut when we were heading over to our classroom..."
Sting went over to the door, opened it, and turned on the lights, and stepped back in shock…
Mr. Kuma was lying motionless and face-down on the floor, in a puddle of a pink liquid...
Korpse gulped. "He's… This isn't real, isn't it?"
"Probably so..." Marion replied back.
Sting carefully walked inside the classroom.
"Huh, this room is rather cold… Good thing I'm sporting my hoodie." Sting said out loud, as he observed the room. There were some refrigerators all about in the room. "It looks more like a Home-Ec room."
"Home-Ec? Like with sewing and shit?" One of the students spoke out loud.
"Exactly. Now..." Sting continued, as he looked all around the room, as he noticed the trash can.
A small carton was in the trash, having been tossed in there rather swiftly.
"Hm… Ben and Jerry's." Sting thought to himself. "Adding this to the inventory."
He soon kneeled down at Mr. Kuma's body, and looked at the body.
There was something long and silver that Mr. Kuma was laying on.
Sting raised an eyebrow and started to feel his body…
It felt warm, and full of life.
"Okay, we got good news; he's still among the living. And thank God for that." Sting confirmed, as the students breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, but what explains that pink puddle?" Benny asked. "This isn't Chem 1, Sting."
Sting looked at the pink puddle, and stuck his finger in the stuff.
"Hm… Rather sticky." Sting pondered, as he scooped up some of the liquid, and sniffed it a bit. "And sweet smelling as well..."
He soon looked around the room, and tasted the pink liquid that was on his finger. Suddenly, the realization hit him.
"Guys? This isn't censored blood. This is in fact… Strawberry ice cream." Sting confirmed.
"Well, Mr. Kuma was always a fan of strawberry ice cream." One of the students spoke up.
"Which comes to this conclusion." Sting continued. "Mr. Kuma left us in the room, to indulged in his sweet snack, as evidenced in this carton right here and swiped two cartons of strawberry ice cream. But in his haste, he forgot one important thing that would be rather… wise to have when eating ice cream. A spoon. Once he acquired one, he… Well, started to eat it in a rather swift and sloppy fashion, up until he noticed that this ice cream belonged to whoever teaches this class. In his haste, he tossed the now empty carton in the trash can, and… That's when a sugar rush set in. He collapsed on top of the second carton of ice cream, his body heat melted the ice cream, and teach here is now currently dreaming of sugarplums dancing in his head."
Everyone looked at the Cheerful Emo.
"Well, it's only a theory." Sting shrugged. "But in either case, Korpse, Marion, Benny, and I should get to escaping from here. Think you guys can clean Mr. Kuma up and carry him back to his classroom?"
"You can count on us!" A student replied back. "Good luck with the challenge!"
Sting smiled. "Thank you. Now, let's hit it!"
The four teammates started to make their way towards the exit, as one of the students looked at each other.
"So… Did you actually belch the Hunger Games Anthem?" A student asked.
The Wannabees
The four entered Ms. Pelt's classroom, as they looked around. They were seemingly confused at their current surroundings.
"Er… Why does this school have an ice skating rink?" Liang asked.
"Beats me, brah..." Mozart replied back.
Maureen did some thinking.
"Er, guys? All we gotta do is follow my lead." Maureen said out loud.
"Yeah, cause this ain't natural. What kinda school has an ice skating rink?" Isabel asked.
"Yuri on Ice?" Maureen questioned back.
"...I stand corrected." Isabel responded back.
Liang gave off a grin.
"Yuri? Like, actual YURI on ice?" Liang asked, almost hopeful.
Maureen chuckled to herself.
"Suuuurrreee, let's go with that." Maureen said out loud.
Pretty soon, a soft piano song was being heard, as a spotlight shined on the player, presembly Ms. Felt.
"Well, that's our cue..." Maureen said, as she put on some ice skates, and got on the rink…
Sung to the song 'Figure Eight' by Schoolhouse Rock
Maureen
Figure Eight, I forgot the words…
And Liang got attacked by some birds…
Liang
No, I didn't, you blue haired witch..
That was a really huge glitch…
...Great, thanks a lot! Now I am singing you really huge switch…
Mozart
Oh, let yourself loosen up a bit…
Once we get back, I can offer you some grits…
Isabel
Chris, you doofy, dingus, dork…
If I could, I hide your favorite golden spork…
And then take me and Ellis over to New York…
Pretty soon, the song started to turn into a more happier tone.
"So… You think we can leave now?" Liang asked. "And before some scumbag offers me a record deal..."
"Why? This song is gettin' good!" Maureen sported a wide grin.
"Dude, this is ELEMENTARY SCHOOL crap!" Liang responded back.
"The kind that my Wiley would enjoy." Maureen replied back.
"Doesn't matter now; Isabel's killing it with the figure eight." Mozart said out loud.
Indeed, the three watched the Soccer Star etch a figure eight into the ice, all while she sported a sweet smile.
Confessional: Skate Great!
Isabel: Yeah, one of the GnG's mothers used to be a figure skater, and I kinda picked up a few tricks… Just a few, to be perfectly honest. Sherry put a stop to that real quick. ...Hey, it's like riding a bike; you never forget!
"So… How do we get outta this?" Liang asked.
Isabel skated over to Liang, and grinned.
"Just follow my lead. While I distract the teach over there, you three sneak out. I can catch up with you..." Isabel replied back.
Isabel soon skated back on the rink, as the three looked at each other.
"Welp, you heard the purple hair. Let's just get outta here." Liang said out loud.
"Yeah, who knew that ice rinks could get rather… cold?" Maureen asked.
The three soon left the classroom, as Isabel skated all around the rink, as she topped it off with a priloette.
Seemingly enough she managed to skate what assumed to be Pomona's head on top of the ice, as she gave off a grin.
"Who needs math when you can skate a crush on the rink?" Isabel asked, as she started to skate off the rink.
Removing the ice skates, she soon ran out of the classroom, as Ms. Pelt only looked at the creation left on the ice.
The Dorks
The four of them were in the Gym, which was decorated almost like a guest speaker was gonna mince a few words.
"Well, at least we won't be engaging in any sport-like activities." Marissa stated.
"Which is perfectly okay by me, cause me and sports? Bad mix." Yentoulis responded back, as he pushed in his glasses.
"What do you think they may talk about?" Ellis asked.
"Eh, same old thing; be proud of yourself." Pomona shrugged. "I'm already proud of myself, thanks."
"I don't think it's about saying no to drugs." Nelson said out loud. "That stuff's been crammed down our throats since the 90's. And I think their PSAs died off."
"Yeah, it's mostly about puppies on the street, now." Pomona added. "Which makes it kinda hard to laugh at Achmed the Dead Terrorist and then the first commercial shows off a sad puppy."
"What pricks." Yentoulis grumbled, as he realized something. "Wait… a dead terrorist is a comedian?"
"Yeah, and he works alongside Walter, Peanut, Jose..." Nelson listed off.
"I do not know who those guys are..." Yentoulis replied back.
"Oh, you and me? We gotta get you acquainted to Jeff Dunham tonight." Pomona gave off a grin. "Trust me, you are gonna ENJOY him!"
Confessional: SILENCE! HE'LL KILL YA!
Pomona: His comedy stylings always cheers me up when I'm feeling down! And I know I can make a fan out of Yentoulis!
Yentoulis: Most likely not…
Soon enough, the guest speaker took to the podium.
Soon enough, the Guest Speaker came to the Podium.
"Good Morning, class." The Guest Speaker greeted himself. "Today, I am here to tell you a very important message."
"Say no to drugs, stay in school, and all that doo-dah..." Ellis said to himself. "Heard that song and dance before..."
"If it's about the importance of washing your hands after washing your hands, that only happened once!" Pomona complained.
"It's about the importance of stretching before exercise." The Guest Speaker said out loud, as he started to explain a lotta stuff.
"Ugh, this stuff's so boring." Nelson whispered out loud.
"I mean, YAWN." Yentoulis also stated.
"Yeah, it is true." Ellis replied to his team. "But he doesn't have to shove it down our throats, like those TV preachers every Sunday morning."
"Which ones?" Pomona asked.
"Eh, the fire and brimstone types, probably." Nelson added.
"Yeah, they aren't the biggest fans of my choice of lifestyle..." Marissa said out loud.
"In either case, I'm getting rather bored, and I am the one who cheers at Pep Rallys." Pomona stated. "Let's book it."
"How? The doors seem awfully guarded..." Nelson said out loud, as the Guest Speaker continued.
"...How about… Golf Slumber Parties?" The Guest Speaker recommended.
"If you actually wanna slumber..." Yentoulis grumbled.
"Yeah, I rather take the one stroke penalty, instead." Ellis said out loud.
Marissa took a look around the area, and noticed that one of the teachers was around her height. She soon looked down at her sweater tied around her waist. She had an idea…
"Psst, guys? Follow my lead..." Marissa whispered, as she looked down at her sweater.
"Yeah, before he teaches us how to kick a baseball or something." Yentoulis grumbled.
The five started to go down the bleachers, as they continued to listen to the Guest Speaker's comments along the way.
"The perfect throwing technique for throwing soccer balls? You kick them." Pomona grumbled. "Isabel would be so insulted by that..."
"Makes more sense than kicking a hockey puck..." Ellis said out loud, as they were now heading towards the exit, as Marissa held up her hand, and approached a teacher guarding the door.
"Okay, what's your excuse?" The teacher asked out loud.
"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to give you something..." Marissa replied back.
The teacher looked at her. "What is it?"
"Oh, just a little..." Marissa continued, as she unwrapped her sweater and wrapped it around the teacher's head, blinding her. "INVISIBILITY CLOAK! RUN, GUYS!"
"URRRFF! LET ME GO!" The teacher muffled out loud, as Marissa kept a firm grip.
The four teammates soon burst out of the gym, as Marissa let the teacher go, and ran out of the gym, as everyone watched.
"Give my regards to Mirian The Brave, teach!" Marissa yelled back.
Now running in the halls, they soon exited the school and were outside. Marissa was tying the sweater back around her waist, as Pomona gave off a grin.
"Whoa, nice work with the sweater there!" Pomona complimented.
"Eh, I had to find a way to help you all bust outta that dungeon together." Marissa replied back.
"Will she be okay?" Ellis asked.
"She'll be fine; I promise." Marissa answered back. "But now, we gotta high-tail it off school grounds before the teachers can double back."
"Well… I did memorize the city streets on the way over here." Nelson said out loud. "If we can get as far as possible from this school, then we should be on easy street."
"Nice! Then you lead the way, Nel!" Marissa replied back, giving off a grin.
"If you say so..." Nelson said, as the team started to run off…
Meanwhile, Chris was watching some monitors, as he looked at the camera, and sported a grin.
"And our campers have escaped from school! But unknowst to them… There's a part two to this challenge! Things can only get even more exciting… After the break!" Chris announced.
A mysterious person stood behind Chris,
Are you done?
Chris grinned. "Or course. You may do the honors."
The mysterious person soon looked at the monitors.
"So… We have some escapees running loose..." The mysterious person sneered. "Nobody plays hooky at my watch..."
They soon pressed a button on an intercom.
"Mrs. Gray? Break out the Truant Officers. Have them search every doghouse, henhouse, outhouse, malthouse, and dollhouse."
"You got it, sir." Mrs. Gray replied back. "And the Carriers as well?"
"While we would, they're busy at the moment..." The mysterious man replied back. "But nevertheless… Nobody escapes from my facility and gets away with it…"
The mysterious male soon slurped down some coffee, as Chris looked at him.
"Can I have a sip?" Chris asked, looking at the coffee.
And there you have it; the first part of the challenge is done! But what awaits the campers? You just gotta wait!
NEXT TIME: The Truant Officers arrive...
