"Last time on Total Drama Island. The campers went camping to showcase their wilderness survival skills. Greg and Kelly got a lot closer, while Stella argued that they didn't do their work, she only drew attention to the fact that she wasn't good at all this stuff. On the Eagles' side, Kenny warmed up to Jake and offered him a spot in his alliance, which Jake casually accepted. Good planning, bro. With a superior campsite choice and an SOS signal you could see from space, the Eagles won the challenge, sending the Cobras to the bonfire. However, Patrick, in an amazing display of chivalry, sabotaged his own work during the challenge so that the other campers would boot him instead of Stella, and it was goodbye to Patrick. Can the Cobras win the next challenge? Will Kenny's alliance grow even further? Did my agent remember to get me a higher salary? Find out the answers to these and other burning questions tonight on Total...Drama...Island.

Diana awoke with a heavy throbbing in her head. Through blurred vision, she looked around. She was in the Eagles's cabin, along with the rest of her team, but everything seemed very strange to her. Her teammates were lying around as if they had collapsed. Some were only partially lying on their beds, and no one was dressed for sleep. Diana tried to concentrate and remember what could have led to this, but her aching mind did not agree with her.

"Mornin'" Henry responded to Diana. He was the only one awake at the time, and he appeared to be nursing a massive headache. The sound of his voice was loud and oppressive, but Diana tried to ignore her throbbing head.

"What did we do last night?"

"Well, we won that reward, so, after the bonfire, Chris took us in the helicopter towards this massive party. I remember we ate some decent food, and then we started getting on the dance floor. We were drinking those drinks Chris had gotten for us, and now, we're here." Diana chuckled at Henry's exposition. She knew what had happened now.

"Chris must've spiked them as a prank. He sure pulled one on us. Come on, let's wake everyone up. We're going to need water before Chris gives us the next challenge, or we're just going to lose big time." The two started to wake everyone else up. They groaned and moaned just as much as Diana did, but soon they were able to get to their feet.

"Time for brekky, dudes." Chris opened the door to the cabin. At the sight of the Eagles, he started to giggle uncontrollably.

"What?" Kenny asked. "We're all dressed."

"No, not that, dude. You all really let yourselves go last night."

"Because someone spiked our drinks." Diana growled. Chris just laughed even harder.

"So, tell us, Chris, what's the damage?" Nicolas asked. "Underage drinking can't be good for lawsuits, can it?"

"Hey, now, who said anything about underage drinking? I did nothing of the sort." Chris responded. Diana was about to protest, but realized he was right. They couldn't prove anything.

"You weren't too bad, Nicolas. But Martin, Shannon, and Jake? Oh man, I've never seen some of the things I saw there. Some things I'd never want to see again. Like Martin on the stripper pole." Chris started to laugh again.

"I...beg your pardon?" Martin asked. Chris kept laughing even harder.

"Well, get ready you guys. The challenge is going to start in an hour." Chris started to leave the cabin, but got in one more round of laughter before departing.

"I...I did not do such a thing." Martin was indignant. "How could he..."

"Awww, nothing in the Book against teasing." Diana joked.

"There is about adultery!" Martin seemed almost irate at his own actions.

"I don't think you went that far, chill. Come on, everyone. Let's just not worry about what happened last night. He'll forgive you, won't he?" Diana tried to soothe him. Martin's breaths slowed down, and he started to calmly find his shoes.


(Confession Cam)
"That preach." Diana confessed. "He acts all calm and collected, and quotes those random Biblical things I don't remember, but boy, he has a temper on him at times. I wonder if he'd be any good in a street fight."


In the mess hall, the Cobras were already eating as the Eagles sat down.

"Do you think booting Patrick was the right decision?" Amanda asked Edward once he had sat down beside her.

"It's what he wanted." Edward hushed his voice so Stella wouldn't overhear. "Anyone who wants to leave isn't going to help us in challenges. I just hope it doesn't make Stella despondent. We really can't stand for another Cobra loss."

Bobby slammed down his cup of coffee.

"Cobras, we need to stop wasting time looking back at all our failures. All I've been hearing is Daniel this, Patrick that. They're gone. Unless Chris pulls some psychotic stunt like last season, they aren't back until the finale. So why don't we just eat this disgusting slop, get on the challenge, and move out, got it?"


(Confession Cam)
"Bobby's only real strongpoint is that he can provide some excellent strategies." Edward confided. "However, Amanda can do that too. If we lose next, he's going to be my pick to vote off. Unless Stella is all dejected and doesn't do anything; the rest of us are too valuable to lose."


"Okay, campers. I hope you're ready for the next challenge." Chris called out to the dining campers.

"Can we wait an hour?" Kenny asked. "I think I'm still seeing double."

"No." Chris flatly shot his request down. "We're going to give you the most nail-biting, hardcore team challenge we could think of. This is going to push your teamwork, critical thinking, and strategy, to the limit."

"Nice. I'm all over this challenge. What are we doing, Chris?" Edward responded. "There's no need to be eating this crap anymore." Once the campers were finished eating, Chris led them outside of the mess hall and towards the woods. Eventually, they came across some train tracks.

"Are we following these?" Michelle asked.

"They should have been here by now." A cross Chris checked his watch, then he heard a train whistle blow as an old, long locomotive pulled in front of them. The campers stared at the train puzzling over what Chris could be pulling with such a stunt.

"This train locomotive is 15 cars long. One team is going to start at the back of the car, and their goal is to reach the front of the car and sound the whistle. The other team, is going to pull as many tricks as they can to prevent you from doing that for as long as possible. You'll have ten minutes maximum. After that, the teams will switch, and the other team is going to have to try to get to the train car faster. The defending team are going to be using paint ball guns to help stop you, and if you're shot and you pull the whistle, any paint balls that hit you are going to be a time penalty for your team. The defending team cannot have anyone in the whistle car itself, and no one can leave the train, if you ever set foot outside of the train, you're out. The fastest time will win a reward, and the losers will be sending someone home." Chris announced the challenge. As he spoke, Edward seemed to be getting even more excited about this challenge the more Chris talked.

"It's not going to be another one of your nights on the town, right?" Diana asked. Chris chuckled again.

"No, but you'll be treated to an evening out just the same. You'll be getting a five-star dinner and a show."

"It's not Chef in drag riding a unicycle juggling chainsaws, is it?" Greg asked.

"No." Chris responded. "But you'll have a good time all the same. I guarantee it. Eagles, you'll be on offense first. You have five minutes to get into defensive positions. And...begin!"


(Confession Cam)
"This challenge is a lot different from the other challenges we've been doing, but I'm actually pretty excited about it." Jake replied. "There's a lot of creative freedom you can take with this. We can split up, go in a group, or go in small groups. However we want to go about it. This might be helpful for our team. If anyone's still got a really bad hangover, like me, they can sit in the back or be a decoy."


"Let's not get lazy." Kenny prepped his team before the game starts. "We're going to win this round and make it three in a row for Eagles. So, we've got fifteen cars."

"We want the person who pulls the whistle to not have any paintballs on them, so we want to make sure we sneak appropriately." Nicolas stood up to offer his opinion.

"I gots an idea!" Henry shouted. He and Nicolas started discussing strategy with each other, ignoring everyone else. Shannon tried to interject, but the two talked right over her. She turned towards Kenny, who only looked at them and listened.

"Hang on." He told her quietly. "Timing is everything."


(Confession Cam)
"I'm surprised my big brother isn't planning all of the strategies. He likes to write himself off and just let me act like the brains, but he's really much smarter than me. If he was the one planning this, we'd need maybe five minutes. I don't get why he's does what he does." Shannon confessed


(Confession Cam)
"All of our challenge wins thus far have come from assigning the right people to the job, proper planning, and creative thinking. Now, I trust Henry and Nicolas, but when it comes to creative thinking, the only thing better than me is Shannon. However, unless you place it at the right time, it's just going to get ignored. That's the lesson Shannon needs to learn. Patience is a virtue." Kenny reported.


"So, we're in agreement, then?" Nicolas asked. "That's the way to do it."

"Your strategy works well, but there's a better way to get into the front for the person pulling the whistle." Kenny responded. "Shannon, if you would." Shannon was surprised that he just told her to state her thoughts without even knowing what they were, but she continued to speak her idea. When she delivered her response, Neil brightened, and Diana immediately pledged her support to that decision.

"Let's do it!" She smiled. Shannon became elated at how her thoughts were accepted so quickly, and immediately set about to do her task.


Near the whistle car, the Cobras were delivering strategies of their own.

"Fan out. Chris said we could restrain them in anyway, but paint balls are a time penalty." Bobby ordered. "We should focus on blocking doorways with our bodies and then using paint balls. If they're going to pull it, they need to be penalized."

"We won't need to ambush or anything. We haven't the numbers. Space ourselves out randomly so they don't know what to expect. Make sure to check the sides and the roof as well." Edward added. "They can't leave the train, but that's technically not leaving the train."


The contest was underway quickly. The Eagles moved along quietly, deigning to stay separate. Diana crept along the side of the train, as Chris only mentioned she had to set foot outside the train to be disqualified. Jake decided that he would serve as decoy, and moved straight through the cars. He made no effort to be silent, although he didn't go out of the way to make his presence known. He went through the first two cars with no problem, but ran straight into Stella when he reached the third. Nonchalantly, she pummeled him with paint balls. She didn't make any effort to stop him or slow him down, but she kept on firing. That was Jake's plan, and that kept her distracted as the rest of the Eagles crept silently along. If she noticed, she certainly didn't take any pains to attack anyone else.


(Confession Cam)
"I saw the rest of the Eagles creep along in some form or other, but I really was thinking screw it. My team voted out Patrick instead of me, and I'm just not feeling this game anymore. I'm not gonna screw them up or anything, but no way am I putting out that kind of effort to help people who aren't going to help me." Stella confided.


The next car was bare, but the fifth car contained Michelle. She was much more active than Stella. She blocked the doorway to the sixth car and shouted that she would not let any of them pass. She proceeded to fire, hitting both Martin and Nicolas. She refused to relent, even when Nicolas, bearing the brunt of paintball after paintball, wrestled her for her gun and threw it outside the train. She proceeded to block the doorway with her own body.

"I don't wish to be violent. Please, Michelle, step out of the way." Kenny responded. Michelle shook her head. Kenny nodded, and opened the window. He made his way along the side of the train, on the opposite side Diana was moving across. She moved to stop him, but there was no way she could reach him. She lunged, hoping to knock him off of the train, but Kenny saw her coming and moved backward, causing her to fall outside.

"Sorry, hon, but this is war." Kenny slipped back inside via the window. Jake had regrouped with the others, and they started to make their way through the next car. They didn't reach anyone for the next three cars.

"They're probably stocking up." Nicolas figured. "How much time have we spent."

"Five minutes and fifteen seconds." Martin responded. "We're making good progress."

"Let's do this!" Henry shouted. He immediately charged into the next car, where Greg was waiting.

"Now that you're here, I have to say it. You shall not pass!" Greg shouted, cheerfully waving his paintball gun around.

"Sure thing, Gandalf. Come on!" Nicolas called and tackled Greg. The gun went flying as the two wrestled, allowing the others to go by. The next car contained Kelly, but she didn't seem interested in the two guys. Instead, she was taking potshots on the outside.

"Crap, she must've found Diana." Henry thought.

"No good, hon. You think we wouldn't think of that!" Kelly shouted, taking shots aiming at Diana's hands, trying to dislodge her. Her shots were straight and true, and Diana found herself stumbling off after a particularly stinging blow.

"We don't think so laterally." Taking advantage of her focus, Henry shouted out, grabbing her and pushing her over the railing, leaving her hanging onto Henry's arm.

"You can drop down yourself, or you can shoot me and I'll drop you." He offered. Kelly shot him without hesitation, causing him to drop her and fall off the train.

"Dirty work, that." Kenny responded. "Let's move on." The twelfth car had no one in it. The next one, however, contained both Edward and Amanda. This was going to be a lot more difficult with both of them there, and clearly, Bobby would be the next car.

"I'm sorry, but you won't be getting through here." Amanda took aim and fired at Kenny, but Martin intercepted the bullet. He moved towards her, while Henry moved towards Edward.

"I can see your strategy. Save Kenny, is that it?" Edward called.

"It's not going to stop you from me!" Henry tackled him. For all of Edward's brains, he wouldn't be able to think of a way out of the much bigger opponent's grapple.

"Amanda, let's not be difficult." Martin responded. While the boys wrestled, Martin pleasantly spoke to his opponent, hoping to merely stall her with words.

"I will not let you." She tried to aim at Kenny, but Martin grabbed hold of the barrel and pointed it towards the ceiling.

"Go, Kenny. The promised land awaits!" Kenny dashed for the next car. Inside was Bobby.

"Hello, Kenny." He responded. He had used some of the random junk strewn around the car to create to create a waist-high barricade around the door to the whistle car. There wasn't enough space to climb over it, not without getting pummeled with paint balls.

"Bobby." Kenny returned. "It seems you wanted to be last."

"You and me, huh? The two team leaders?"

"Team leader?" Kenny responded. "I'm just Shannon's big brother. You want someone else."

"Come on, Kenny, I'm not stupid or blind. Maybe the others are, but I know a fool when I see one, and you are not. Your brainless lunk antics don't work on someone who hasn't been seeing through those tricks for years. Drop the act around me."

"So, what do you want? If I'm so smart, you should know that this wasn't my plan." Kenny dropped his swagger and started to speak normally, in the tone he took whenever he gave strategy.

"There's nothing you can do about it. No one can get by my strategy. If you don't think Greg and Kelly are on their way back, you're out of your mind."

"We took care of Kelly. She chose a soldier's death."

"No need for melodrama. Now, you're more then willing to try and get through the hole if you like, but I'll be pelting you non-stop, and I can pull you down if I have to. I'd much rather speak to you until the time runs out. One intellectual to another, it's so hard to speak to anyone else here when it's not about the game." Bobby spoke with a clean and elegant poise. Kenny studied the hole. He could possibly try to dive through it, but it would be difficult to do; he'd more then likely hit his head on the wall. But Kenny smiled. His plan would soon be fulfilled.

"I don't go for the smart-guy things myself. I hate theater, and opera, and all that crap. I still do football squares."

"Shame, really." Bobby relaxed a little, but then he heard the train whistle blow. His face turned immediately into a look of surprise and shock. Kenny started to laugh.

"How the..." He looked towards the engine car. From the other side of the barricade stood Shannon, with a large smile on her face, signaling the end of the competition.

"Seven minutes." Chris, waiting in the engine car, responded. "The Cobras are going to have seven minutes to beat the Eagles.

"How did you..." Bobby wondered, then he saw Kenny, with a smile as large as his sister's.

"Brains, they say it runs in the family." Bobby acknowledged his defeat.

"I don't know anything about that." Kenny responded.

"I suppose not. No matter. Victory is still the Cobras to take." Bobby went to assemble his team.


(Confession Cam)
"I'd really like to take the credit for thinking of that plan, but really, it was all Shannon. Brilliant idea to have her grab the underside of the train and have her sneak along the bottom. Uninterrupted, unmarked, and perfect. It does make me worry though. Kenny and Shannon are an unshakable alliance, and both of them are brilliant. Shannon's pretty strong to boot. There's going to be the team to look out for. My alliance with them might not serve me as long as I think. Who knows when they'll start trimming their own ranks to minimize competition." Jake reported.


"The plan here is simple." Jake assembled all of the Cobras in the car that Bobby was holding up in, just before the front. "We don't need to do anything special, we just need to run down the clock. All of us can hole up here. One of us will take each of the sides of the car, one of us will be on the roof, and one underneath. The rest will all stay here."

"I agree, but we won't be able to station anyone underneath, I needed both hands to make that work, it won't work with the gun." Shannon affirmed. "We need strong guys in the car."

"That leaves me out then." Neil responded. "I'll take the roof."

"I'll take one side of the car, and Henry takes the other. We need good shots to go there, I expect Michelle to come that way. Let's do it, Eagles." Diana cheered.


"And begin!" Chris had now stationed himself by the Cobras, as he only needed to keep time or hear the whistle blow. The Cobras moved rancorously fast, and blazed through the first half of the train in under a minute.

"Hold up, wait here!" Stella stopped the group. "Doesn't this seem odd to you. We haven't seen a single Eagle yet. Maybe they're doing something weird."

"I doubt it." Bobby responded. "They don't need fancy tricks. They just need to constantly shoot us. We should just charge head-long, make a shield around our shortest person, Kelly, and let them ring the whistle. Time is our enemy." Everyone moved ahead except for Stella.

"I don't think this is going to work. Do whatever, I'll just try something else. She climbed to the roof of the train and started to make her way across the train cars. She did not expect to see Neil coming towards her.

"No illusions, no pithy comebacks?" Stella asked.

"Just a magician with a paintball gun. Does it shoot flowers that I turn into paint, or is it merely paint, and the illusion is in the mind?" Neil delivered a cryptic response.

"Oh jeez, next you'll be reciting sappy couplets so nauseatingly sweet we'll all get diabetes. Forget this, I'm not paid near enough." To Neil's surprise, Stella jumped off the roof of the train to the ground. Back in the train, Edward witnessed her fall to the ground without a smidgen of paint on her. He grumbled.


(Confession Cam)
"I've honestly had it up to here with Stella. Kelly tells me she wasn't helpful in the camping challenge, and honestly, she was only mediocre in the other challenges. That damn band act of hers should have been great. Now she's bailing on all the challenges. She's gone." Edward confided.


The rest of the Cobras opted for a frontal assault. They decided against sending someone to the side, as maneuvering that way would take a lot of time. They chose to have Bobby's strategy of surrounding their shortest player, which was Kelly, and using themselves as human shields to protect her from paintballs. They had to move a lot more carefully then their reckless blitzing through the first couple of cars, as Neil was taking potshots at them from the roof of the car each time they exited a car to reach the next one. They reached the car with the Eagles in it, the last one before the whistle car, with three minutes to spare. Quickly, Greg and Michelle stepped to the front.

"You think clustering yourself is going to save you from us." Nicolas scowled, and took the first shot, cleanly hitting Greg straight in the chest. He only smiled.

"It feels good!" He shouted. "Shoot me again!" He cheered as Nicolas and Martin both joined in the shooting. The cluster of Cobra campers took a few tentative steps into the car, which the Eagles responded by erupting into a volley of shots. Kenny wasn't firing, which made Jake pause. Although the targets were in clear view, why wouldn't he take the shots?

"Inside, now!" Jake shouted through an open window so that Diana, Neil, and Henry could rejoin the group. He fired at the group, sniping Edward several times in the neck, but Kenny didn't join in, despite having a clear shot. The Cobras reached the middle of the car, which is when Kenny made his move. He threw aside his gun and dove on them, causing the Cobras to fall over themselves, and surprisingly, revealing an unmarked Kelly.

"So, that's the plan." Jake said quietly. "Attack now!" He ordered, picking up Kenny's gun and firing wildly, attempting to prioritize shooting Kelly. He nicked her in the leg, but she scrambled behind a few of her other teammates and started to move forward.

"Little soldier, will you run?" Martin called as he attempted to intercept her, but she charged him, knocking him to the ground. She twisted to dodge a shot from Shannon and started to move towards the front cabin.

"No way!" Diana charged and tried to shoot her, but Bobby bore the brunt of her shot. He refused to budge from in front of her.

"Go!" He shouted towards his teammate. Kelly scrambled towards the exit and avoided a hail of fire from Henry, but Neil managed to snipe her from the roof again before she entered the car and blew the whistle.

"All right, Kelly, that's how you do it!" Amanda cheered. "And we did it in time to spare."

"Fifty seconds to spare, actually." Chris came to the front of the track. "But, it looks like the soldier has been a bit marred."

"We all have scars. We still succeeded."

"Not quite. Each paint ball is thirty seconds. That makes you ten over. The Eagles make it a turkey with three in a row. Well done, guys. Your reward tonight, like I said, is dinner and a show. Be back here at the train tracks at seven, dudes. Cobras. While they're having a good night, you'll be voting someone off. Again."


(Confession Cam)
"Since Bobby and I were the ones who dished out the strategy, I'm sure that the team is going to be looking at us. And honestly, if it was just that, I'd be more then fine with walking the Dock of Shame. But Stella is just not in this game anymore. I'd have to choose between her and Bobby, whose been annoying me with his egotistical smartass nature since Day 1. But, and I'm going to hate myself for admitting this, he plays the game well, and does step up, which is more than I can say Stella did in this challenge. I just hope he looks at things the same way I do, since Greg and Kelly seem to follow him, but if not, I'm going to have to talk to them myself."


(Confession Cam)
"It's time to get rid of Edward." Bobby stated. "The plan he made wasn't bad, but it's either him or me at this point. There's no one else I can really think of to eliminate."


Back at the Cobra cabin, Edward decided to speak with Greg. He tried to get a chance to speak with Kelly, but Bobby seemed to be monopolizing her time. There was no way Edward would explain his plan in front of Bobby. Bobby would construe the plan as a weakness, play it up as a sign of Edward's desperation, and get Kelly to vote him off.

"Greg, I wanted to tell you something." Edward sat down next to Greg on the steps of the cabin porch.

"Speak, and I shall listen." Greg responded. Edward was taken aback by such a forthright and unambiguous, if unnecessarily ornate, statement.

"Do you know what happened to Stella after she separated from the group?"

"I thought you were telling me something." Another strange and forthright response made Edward suspicious. What was going through Greg's mind?

"She appeared to go onto the roof of the train car. After that, I saw her jump from the roof and land on the ground. But she wasn't covered in paint or anything."

"Maybe she fell off." Greg answered quickly, but he didn't appear to be covering for Stella.

"I...I thought that too, but there would have been no reason for her to jump at that point. Plus, she landed on her feet. If you fall, you tend to fall sideways."

"You think she just bailed?" Greg asked. Edward was unsure of how to proceed. Of all the Cobras, and probably the Eagles, Greg was the hardest to read, as he seemed to move by whim rather then by logic or emotion.

"I do." Edward responded. "And that's why..." Greg held up his hand to silence him.

"You are going to ask me to boot her with you, are you not?"

"Yes."

"I see. Okay." Greg perked into a cheerful voice. Now he was back to normal, but Edward still wasn't sure how Greg would react.

"What does that mean?"

"For now, I'll follow you. But my mind might change in the next few minutes. There's a pretty little butterfly over on the tree stump. When I try to catch it, I might forget all about it. Or maybe I won't. Or maybe I'll tell Kelly. Or Stella. I don't really know what I'm gonna do. But I know is that you're using me to try and keep yourself in the game. Why can't people just be honesty with Greggy?"

"Greg, I've been honest." Edward protested. "Stella did..." Greg, though, was no longer paying attention. He had gone to catch the butterfly, but as he went to it, he became enamored with a strip of fly paper hanging from the eves of the cabin roof. And it was when Greg stuck his eye to it, Edward wondered if this was going to be his fatal mistake.


"You've all cast your votes and made your decisions." Chris announced to the dwindling ranks of Cobras. "When I call your name, come up, and claim your marshmallow. If your name is not called, you are out, and must immediately board the Boat of Losers, and you can't come back. Ever. The first marshmallow goes to Amanda." With a sigh of relief, Amanda went to claim her marshmallow.

"Next up is Greg." Greg cheered and claimed his prize. Edward watched him intently, trying to see what his next reaction was. But soon found that thought to be futile as Greg stared at the campfire's dance.

"Michelle. Bobby." The two called campers followed suit, Bobby giving Edward a wary look.

"Kelly." The soldier went up and grabbed her marshmallow extremely quickly, as if nervous as to the result.

"Campers, this is the final marshmallow remaining. Edward, Stella, one of you will be out. Stella, you were the first one out in the challenge today, and Edward, this was your plan, your baby, and you killed it. Bummer, dude." As Chris teased Edward, he leaned back on his stump, now wholly realizing his own mistake, wondering what words he could tell Amanda before he left. He hoped that she would not become as resigned as Stella did when Patrick left.

"But here's the marshmallow, Edward. You're safe." Chris threw the marshmallow to the distracted Edward, who caught it with his face. Without a word, Stella picked up the marshmallow and dropped it in Edward's hands before grabbing her luggage and walking down the dock.

"It was for the best." She told the others. "Maybe I'll see you all at the finale." Stella walked down the Dock of Shame. She waved to her fellow campers, who shouted various goodbyes before the boat sailed away.


(Confession Cam)
"This doesn't exactly work against me, but not as much as it would be with Edward gone. We still need to pull things out. We're too many campers short and I'm the only one who can protect the idiots on our team. Edward does have a fair bit of strategy, and Amanda's no slouch, but they are all not aware of just how strong and smart those Eagles are, or where the real enemy lies. I've got to see if I can get Kenny, Shannon, or hopefully both, of them eliminated before the team merge." Bobby confided.


Votes

Stella: Amanda, Edward, Greg, Michelle

Edward: Bobby, Kelly, Stella