Me: Heyyyyy. Next chappy is HERE. WOOT.

Rachel: Whats it about this time?

Me: I dont know...

Rachel: You are writing a chappy and you don't know what it is even about?

Me: Yuppers.

Rachel: meh.

Pompeo: I WANT THE WINE OF MY COUNTRY.

Me and Rachel: The wine of your country is beer.

Rand: Obviously.

All: HA Ha HA.

You would get it if you were in the school play!!

Me: I GOT IT.

Rachel: Got what? A life?

Me: Nooooooooo.........An Idea....wait a minute.. HEYY. THATS NOT NICE.

Rachel: You just realized that?

Me: Yamate.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't Sue. Only her retarded ideas.

Me: Welcome back to Camp Wawanakwa. Today on Total Drama Island there will be a cooking contest! Each team will get an assignment and will have to present it to Me and Chef Hatchet Tonight.

Tyler: Wait..Why Chef Hatchet? Where's Chris?

Me: Oh..he went on a little vacation.......

The camera shows chris bound and gagged in his closet.

Chef and I exchange mischevous looks and continue.

Me: Ok. Today it is going to be a boys vs. girls challenge. You have all day to prepare your meal. Girls will be working in the new and improved mess hall kitchen and boys will be working in the kitchen in my mansion. Ok. Your assignments are on your stoves. Ready...COOOK.

The campers rush to their stations and begin cooking while chef and I go to windsurf and dive with the dolphins in my pool. Yes My pool in here is the size of a lake. it is AWESOME.

With the boys...

Pompeo: Ok. I will be the head chef because my parents own a restaraunt and my granpa owns a catering company.

Rand: Oh god...this oughtta be good.

Pompeo: What's that supposed to mean?

Rand: You won't let anyone else do anythign if you have anything to do with it. You take control when it comes to cooking.

Pompeo: Oh blah. You take control when it comes to music.

Rand: No I dont.

Pompeo: Yes you do.

Rand: No. I. Dont.

Pompeo: Yes. You. d-

Duncan: Can we get cooking? We have to make coconut shrimp, chicken Parmagian, crescents, and coconut cream pie in an hour. COME ON GUYS. Let's work together for once.

Trent: Yeah guys. Seriously. I want to win this challenge. I don't want to have any of you vote off. It IS a double vote off this week.

Pompeo: You're right trent. Sorry Rand.

Rand: It is ok. Sorry Pomps.

Geoff: Ok. Now let's get to cooking!

All guys: YEAH.

They all start cooking like crazy and have a blast.

With the girls...

Gwen: Ok. So we have to cook bbq meatballs, broccolli salad, BLT's, and chocolate pudding pie.

Rachel: I GOT THE PIE!!!

Lindsay: Ok... so she has the pie down. Now who is gonna do the others?

Beth: I got the broccolli salad.

Gwen: I have the bbq meatballs.

Heather: I have the BLT's.

Rest of the girls: Ok. Lets get cooking.

After the hour is up the teams have to present the food as well as they can.

Boys are up.

Geoff: (wearing a waiter's out fit) Welcome to camp wawanakwa. We have a three course meal prepared for you today. We hope you enjoy.

Geoff claps his hand and Rand and Pompeo come out holding the coconut shrimp and dancing to "Your Majesties" from rodger's and hammerstein's Cinderella.

They present the rest of their meal the same way and leave.

Girls are up.

Gwen: We have nothing special prepared, but we hope you enjoy it.

They bring out the meal and allow chef and I to savor it.

Me: Ok. Chef and I had a very difficult time deciding who won, but we did decide what team the prize would go to. Boys?

The boys start cheering.

Me: I apologize but you have not won. Congratulations girls.

The boys sit down upset as the girls dance around them.

Chef: We will see you at the campfire tonight.

That night....

Me: Tonight is a double vote off. We have tallied up the votes and it is my duty to tell you who has been voted off. Tonight on Total Drama Island, Rand and Pompeo are being voted off. I am sorry guys. But you two have to leave.

Rand: Eh. I have to get back to singing anyway.

Pompeo: And I have to work on my kingliness.

Me: Mmmmmhmmmm. Well. See you next time on TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.

Me: Sooo...sorry bout voting you two off...but my readers just dont seem to like the idea of having a bunch of my own friends on here.....sorry....

Pompeo: I dont care that much. I can work on the play more.

Me: Ha Ha HA.

Rachel: WAHHH.

Me: Whats wrong?

Rachel: Now that the play is OVER, so pompeo you dont have to work on the play anymore,

Pompeo: Oh yeah...

Rachel: But I am gonna miss my willarkins. Oh LILLYYYY.

Me: There there...mayb we should end this chappy before I start crying too.....*sniff* Well...see you *sniff* Next WAHHHHHH. I can't do it....

Rand: you next time.