Hola, senores y senoritas! Hey guys! So I meant to update yesterday, but I was struck down by one of those horrible 24-hour stomach bugs. But when I woke up this morning all was well. I hope you like this chapter. Its 37 pages on Microsoft Word. I hope I gave each of your characters enough spotlight during the episode. Yay another chapter!
Episode 2- The Amazing Wawanawkwa Race part II
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Joe: (Rubbing his forehead) That's the last time I eat Chef's cooking, period. From now on, I'm going into the woods and living off nuts and berries like the bears do. At least I won't be poisoned!
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Alejandro: Drugging us, and then dumping us into the woods for a challenge. That's very dangerous. But also clever. Well played, Chris well played.
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Woods (Static, Theodore, Greg, Heather)
"Chris!" Heather calls into the walkie even after Chris had finished speaking. "Chris answer me!"
"He's gone. We're on our own now." Greg tells her.
"What are we going to do?" Static asks.
"We? Oh no. There is no we!" Heather yells at them. "We are on different teams. So we will see ya later!" She grabs Greg by the arm and drags him away.
"Whoa, what was that?" Greg asks after Heather's outburst.
"That is how I play the game. Now, what did you get that can help us in the challenge?" Heather asks.
Greg puts his hand in his pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper. "It's a map of the island and it shows that camp is to the north." He says looking at it.
"Okay. But how are we going to find north without a compass?"
"Hey, don't yell at me! You're lucky I was able to swipe this map."
"Which brings us no closer to getting to camp!"
"Relax! All we need to do is find a compass. Chris said they were hidden in the forest." Greg says to Heather.
"Fine! Let's find a compass." Heather says starting to search as the walk.
"Hey Theo! Look what I found!" They hear Static shout.
"By Jove, Jerry, it's a compass." Both Heather and Greg look when Theodore says this and rush over to where Static and Theodore are walking.
"Hey guys!" Heather says in her fake friendly tone. "So you guys found a compass?"
Static and Theodore exchange a look. "Yeah, why?" Static asks.
"Well we have a map. So why don't we group up together and try to find camp?" Heather asks.
"Why should we?" Theodore asks. "You didn't want to work with us in the first place. And you're on the other team, why should we trust you?"
"BECAUSE-"
"Heather!" Greg warns. She stops and lets him talk. "Guys, I know we're on different teams but we're all lost and we need to work together to get back to camp. So, truce?"
Theodore looks at Static and she nods. "Sure." She says and holds out her hand to Heather. Heather holds herself back from making a rude hand gesture and shakes Static's hand.
Woods (Bridgette, Alejandro, Trent, Leshawna)
"So, should we split up or travel together?" Bridgette asks the rest of the group.
"Well there's safety in numbers." Trent points out.
"Yeah and I bet it would be easier to find stuff to help us get to camp." Leshawna adds.
"I agree." Bridgette says.
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Alejandro: I agree with safety in numbers, but I can't let Bridgette team up with Leshawna and Trent. The three of them are already friends. I have to get her away from them.
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"I don't." Alejandro says, grabbing Bridgette by the arm.
"Hey, we need their help!" She says to him.
"Bridgette, we'll be able to get to camp faster with only two people. Besides, they're on the other team."
"Yes, but-"
"Shhh…" Alejandro says holding a finger to her lips. "We will be fine. Just the two of us."
"Just the two of us." Bridgette repeats weakly, melting under his gaze.
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Alejandro: Bridgette may claim that she is beyond my powers. But she's still wrapped tightly around my finger.
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Bridgette: (holding Geoff's hat) Let's get one thing straight. I may have fallen for Alejandro before, but I'm not going to now. The only man for me is Geoff. I just keep thinking of our last kiss. His warm lips molding to mine, his strong arms around me, his long brown hair brushing against my cheek- (her eyes widen) GAH! Geoff, Bridgette, Geoff! Geoff is the one you love! Alejandro's working with Fiona. You love Geoff! That wonderful, strong, beautiful, Latin- NO WHITE! Totally White!
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"Sorry guys but we're going off together. Will you be okay?" Alejandro asks.
"Sure, we'll try to meet up with some of our team." Leshawna says. "You'll be okay. Right Bridgette?"
"Geoff! I mean yeah! Course!" Bridgette says loudly.
"Let's go Bridgette." Alejandro says leading the way, Bridgette meekly following.
"Poor girl." Leshawna says to Trent.
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Leshawna: I was one of the girl's Alejandro charmed last season. I'm totally over it. But clearly Bridgette isn't.
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Bridgette: (holding tightly to Geoff's hat) This game is so stressful. Sometimes it's only the thought of Geoff that keeps me going. Poor Geoff. He's probably missing me more than I miss him. (she looks at the camera) He'd better be.
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Woods (Fiona, Cody, Mary)
"Find anything yet?" Cody calls up to Mary who is on one of the branches of a tree.
"No, I think- Oh My God, a butterfly!" She shouts trying to catch it.
"This is ridiculous." Fiona says. "We're not going to get anywhere with her seeing something 'pretty' every two seconds."
"I found something!" Mary throws down two bottles of water and a compass. All of which hit Cody's head.
"Well at least we have a compass." Fiona says picking it up. Cody stands up rubbing his head.
"I think camp is south of here… or is it north… or west?"
"Well clearly you don't know!" Fiona yells at him. "Mary, what do you see?"
"Ooh, I see trees!"
"We already know that! What else?"
"I see birds and squirrels and raccoons and chipmunks and OH I see Joe and Izi!"
"Good to know but-"
"Hi Izi!" Mary jumps off the tree.
"Well, looks like it's just us two." Cody says smiling at Fiona. Fiona shudders in revulsion.
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Fiona: It took all my strength not to barf right there.
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"Yes," Fiona says smiling seductively, swallowing her pride and moving closer to Cody. "So I guess we're… alone."
Cody's face turns bright red. "I-I-I-uh-uh…."
"Follow me." Fiona orders. She walks away, Cody trailing behind her like a puppy.
Woods (Joe, Izabella, Izzy)
"Wee!" Izzy cries swinging from tree branch to tree branch. Joe and Izabella stare at the map they had been lucky enough to find as the walk quickly through the woods.
"We should be going the right way." Joe says.
"We'd be much better off if we had a compass." Izabella says. "Izzy, do you see anything?"
"Nothing. Hey, did I tell you guys that I hung out with Justin Timberlake in these woods during season one?"
"Yes, three times." Izabella says quietly. The walkie-talkie crackles and Izabella takes it out of her pocket.
"Just letting you guys know," Chris says. "Chef has just started to roam the woods to stall campers. You'd better hurry back to camp before he catches you."
"Eh, that's not so bad." Izabella says. Then she stops walking. Joe stops and turns to face her.
"What is it?" He asks.
"Did it all of a sudden just get quieter?" Izabella asks. Joe tilts his head and listens.
"Yeah, I can't hear Izzy." He says.
"She must have gotten sidetracked." Izabella grumbles. "So I guess it's just us."
"Yep."
"Just the two of us."
"Yep." Joe says uncertain of what Izabella's getting at.
"Alone."
"Y-yep." Joe says starting to stammer.
"Don't you think-" Something lands on top of Izabella before she can finish what she was going to say.
"Hi, Izi!" Mary say sitting on top of Izabella's stomach.
"Hey, Mary." Izabella says weakly.
"What's up? I'm so excited for this challenge! I just saw a butterfly and squirrels! They were so cute!"
"Uh, Mary. I can't… breathe." Izabella says.
"Oops, sorry!" Mary gets up and helps Izabella to her feet.
"So, watcha doing?" Mary asks the two of them.
"N-nothing." Joe says, avoiding looking at Izabella. Izabella sighs.
"Yeah, nothing I guess." She says a little sadly. "Have you found a compass yet?"
"No. But I found these!" Mary shows them a pair of binoculars.
"Awesome." Izabella says. "One of us could climb that tree and look to see what's ahead."
"Oh! Let me!" Mary says starting to climb the tree. "Oh my God! A hornet's nest!"
"No Mary DON'T!" Too late. Mary drops to the ground along with the hornet's nest.
"Uh, we should run." Joe says when he sees the first hornet rise out of the destroyed nest.
Woods (Eddy, Melinda, Owen, Noah)
"This was a mistake." Melinda whispers to Eddy.
"What do you mean?" He asks her.
"Letting them come with us." She says motioning her head at Owen who was carrying Noah. "They're only slowing us down."
"Well the way I see it, if we meet up with a bear it'll go for an injured guy or a fat guy before either of us." Eddy says. Melinda frowns but says nothing.
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Melinda: Eddy can be so… crude. No wonder he's in the Mafia.
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Eddy: What? I was telling the truth! These guys are all just too soft.
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"Well, this is boring." Noah says after a few seconds.
"If you don't like our company, you can just walk away." Melinda says.
"Um, I have a bandaged foot, a broken hand, and an eye-patch."
"Yes which means you can still hobble on one foot, hold a stick to protect yourself with one hand, and see with one eye. You'd be able to manage." Melinda says.
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Eddy: Talk about crude.
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"Whatever." Noah says.
"Don't worry Noah. I'll protect you." Owen says.
"That's what I'm afraid of." Noah says quietly so Owen can't hear.
"Wait." Melinda says holding her hand out signaling the other guys to stop.
"What?" Noah asks, annoyed. Melinda points at a cave she had spotted. "I think there's something in there." She says.
"Well it's probably a bear or Sasquatchenawkwa or Chef." Noah says.
"But there might be a map or compass in there."
"Well I'm definitely not going in there." Noah says.
"Of course your not." Melinda whispers angrily.
"Fine, I'll go look.' Eddy says. He walks inside the cave. "Hey! I found something!" He shouts.
"ROAR!"
"And something else."
"ROAR!" Eddy runs out of the cave, a small backpack over his shoulders. "We need to run." He tells them as they see Sasquatchenawkwa start to emerge from the cave.
Woods (Gwen, Duncan, Fox)
"Gwen we should ditch this nerd." Duncan whispers to Gwen.
"This nerd has a name." Fox says overhearing their conversation as he climbed down from a tree. "The coast's clear, but I except there will be some sort of surprise up ahead.
"Important news update," Chris says from the walkie. "The interns have just finished placing traps all over the woods. So, watch your step!"
"Well that's wonderful." Fox says sarcastically.
"You mind going away." Duncan says.
"And getting eaten by a bear. No thanks, I'll take my chances with you."
"Listen you-"
"Duncan!" Gwen stops. "This looks familiar." She notices looking around.
"Aw, man! We've gone in a complete circle." Fox says.
"Great, just great." Gwen says sitting down.
"We would be getting somewhere if you weren't slowing us down!" Duncan says to Fox.
"Oh, please. It's obviously because your piercing are creating drag on your body which is slowing us down!"
"Are you trying to say something?"
"Yeah, you're about as fast as a water buffalo!"
"Oh, so you're saying I'm fat!"
"I'm not saying, I'm implying!"
"Hey!" Gwen says. They both look at her.
"He started it!" Duncan whines.
"No I meant 'Hey' as in 'Hey I think I've found something'!" Gwen stretches out on her stomach and looks through a bush. "It's a compass!"
"Great!" Duncan says.
"Nice job Gwen!" Fox says to her. Duncan gives him a look.
"Except this raccoon won't let go of it."
"Raccoon?" Duncan asks, suddenly worried.
"Let do of the damn compass, you stupid rodent!" The raccoon growls at Gwen. "Sorry, didn't mean that. Duncan help!"
"I gotcha babe!" Duncan says grabbing onto her legs and pulling her out from under the bush.
"Um, guys." Fox points to the bush, where many angry yellow eyes were starting to appear.
"RUN!" Duncan shouts but Fox and Gwen were already running.
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Duncan: Ah, raccoons. My mortal enemy from season one. I don't think Gwen's rodent comment made them any more likely to forgive me.
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Woods (Izzy)
Izzy lands on a tree branch and sees Chef walking through the forest with a huge needle in his hands.
"Hmmm. Let's see what Cheffie's up to." She mutters to herself and follows him, staying in the trees.
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Izzy: I know everything about Chef. Like how he bites the heads off of crickets when he has a headache. And that he only needs one more rainbow pony to complete his My Little Pony collection. And how he wasn't completely toilet trained until he was twelve. And how-
Chef: (from outside the confessional) Don't you dare speak another word!
Izzy: (whispers) I'll tell you later. (she laughs)
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Woods (Trent, Leshawna)
"Are we even going the right way?" Leshawna asks, following Trent who is holding a map.
"I think so." Trent says and continues muttering to himself.
"Watcha muttering boy?" She asks.
"… 7, 8, 9." He mutters. Leshawna rolls her eyes.
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Leshawna: Trent's a nice guy but he's gotta stop it with that nine obsession. It's getting on my last nerve.
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"Boy, you gotta stop it with the nine stuff- AHHHHHH!"
"What?" Trent asks turning around. His eyes widen when he sees Leshawna is trapped in a net in a tree above his head.
"What happened?" He asks.
"It doesn't matter. Get me down from here!"
"That trap is so big. It must have been for a huge-"
"EXCUSE ME!"
"Tiny. Teeny, tiny animal."
"Trent, stop playin' and get me down!" Leshawna shouts at him.
"Hold on." Trent looks around through the bushes. "I found the rope holding you up." He calls.
"Then untie it and get me down!"
"I don't know." Trent says looking at the rope. "It only has eight knots in it."
"TRENT!"
"Okay, okay." Trent starts to untie the rope. "I think I- AHHHHH!" Trent's ankle is caught by a rope and he is dragged upside down to Leshawna's eye level.
"This bites." He says. Leshawna just shakes her head.
"Leshawna, I think Chris made these ropes.
"No, duh." She says, shifting around in her rope net trying to get comfortable.
Woods (Joe, Izabella, Mary)
The three campers stop running from the hornets and catch their breath.
"I think (pant) we lost them." Izabella says, breathing hard.
"I'm so sorry guys." Mary tells them.
"It fine." Joe says to her.
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Joe: I don't blame Mary for the hornet attack. I just hope she doesn't get distracted like that in the future.
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"Okay, where are we?" Izabella asks, standing up straight. Joe takes out the map and squints at it.
"I have no idea." He confesses.
"Hi Mr. Woodpecker!" Mary greets the bird. "Wait, come back!"
"Attention! Attention all campers!" Chris's voice comes out of the walkie in Izabella's hand. "Two campers have already been caught in our rope traps. The Screaming Turtles may want to be on the look out for two of their teammates who are hanging above their heads."
"I wonder who they are." Joe says looking around.
"Hey, is it me or are there more trees?" Izabella asks.
"Yeah, I guess there are." Joe says.
"CRAP!" Izabella screams. Joe and Mary jump and look at her. "Oh, crap! We went the wrong way!"
"Well then we'll just turn around go this way." Joe says pointing to the path behind them.
"But what if we end up on the wrong side of the island?"
"Then we'll just go around."
"Ooh, ooh! I'll be lookout!" Mary says. She climbs a tree and looks through the binoculars. "All clear!" She calls down.
"Let's go!" Izabella says following Mary's lead.
Woods (Bridgette, Alejandro)
"I found something else." Bridgette says taking out two candle sticks she had found in a tree's knot.
"Great." Alejandro says adding them to the backpack Bridgette had also found. "So far you've found water, energy bars, a sleeping bag, and candles. You're very good at this." He tells Bridgette. She blushes.
"I guess I'm just good at finding stuff." She says quietly and trips over the tree's root.
"Careful." Alejandro says catching her.
"Thanks."
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Bridgette: Bridgette snap out of it! This guy left you in the middle of the North Pole! He's totally evil! You are not going to fall for him!
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"We-we should get going." Bridgette stammers.
"Of course." Alejandro says, shouldering the backpack. They walk silently through the forest. Alejandro looks at Bridgette and smiles.
"Why are you smiling?" Bridgette asks.
"I couldn't help but think how beautiful you look in this light." He says.
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Bridgette: He's evil. EVIL!
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Bridgette blushes. "That really sweet." She says and trips over another tree root. She accidentally pushes Alejandro who falls through a fake patch of grass.
"AH!" He says and hit's the ground underneath.
"Oh my God! I am so sorry. I'm so clumsy. Are you okay?" Bridgette calls down.
"Yeah! I'm fine!" Alejandro says. He feels around on the ground. "I think I found some matches!" He takes a candle out of the backpack, strikes a match and lights the candle.
"I think this is one of Chris's traps!" Bridgette calls down.
"Most likely." Alejandro sees a tunnel by the light of the candle as he says this. "I see a tunnel. I'm going to go down it and see what I can find."
"I'll wait for you."
"Thank you, chica. I'll call if I need anything." Alejandro picks up the backpack and slowly walks down the tunnel.
Woods (Fiona, Cody)
"Well, I'm pretty sure we're lost." Cody says.
"What was your first clue?" Fiona mutters.
"What did you say?" He asks.
"Oh, I just said that it was all right, as long as I'm with you."
Cody turns red and grins. "That's really nice of you to say Fiona."
"I'm a nice person, Cody." Fiona lies.
"Yes you are." Cody says, staring at her butt.
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Cody: I'm not completely sure what Fiona's deal is. Just yesterday she threw me off the cliff. Now she's flirting with me. Girls are so weird. (he thinks and then snaps his fingers) Of course! Fiona was just covering up her feelings for me in public. But now that it's just the two of us she's letting her feelings out. That's it! I mean what woman can resist all this. (he leans backward, but his butt slides off the toilet seat and into the actual bowl) Um, a little help? Anyone?
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"You know what Cody?" Fiona asks. "I've been thinking."
"A lady as pretty as you shouldn't have to think." Cody says with a quick grin to her face then he resumes staring at he butt.
Fiona's hands curl into fists but she continues to smile seductively at him. "That's sweet. But people like us shouldn't have to deal with those people like Bridgette and Izzy."
"People like us?" Cody asks. Fiona bites her teeth to keep herself from retching.
"Beautiful people." She says trying to keep her seductively velvet tone.
"Oh, I see. Go on." Cody tells her.
"So we should be working together. I have a small alliance and it would be my… pleasure if you were in it."
"I don't know, I'm in an alliance already."
"You mean Bridgette. Melinda." Fiona says their names like they were disgusting animals. "Please, hon. They don't have anything to offer you like I do." Fiona instantly regrets what she had said.
"Offer?" Cody asks.
"So, what do you say?" Fiona whispers looking into his eyes.
"I still don't know Fiona. I might have to be persuaded." Cody says leaning forward.
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Fiona: (breathing into a bag) Alejandro, I know you said I have to charm him. But there is no way I'm making out with him!
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"Tell me first. Then we'll see what happens." Fiona whispers putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Deal! I'll be in the alliance!" Cody says quickly.
"Thank you. Now close your eyes." Fiona whispers. Cody closes his eyes and puckers his lips. Fiona gives him a disgusted look then walks away.
"Getting him into the alliance is so not worth that." She mutters to herself right before she walks into a spider web.
"EEEEEEEEK! Get it off! GET IT OFF!" She screams. "HELP! Someone! Anyone!"
Cody's eyes snap open and he's sees Fiona trapped in a spider web.
"Don't worry. I'll save you." He runs over to her, trips and pushes her down, landing on top of her and tangling them up in the spider web.
"HELP!" Their voices mingle together.
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Fiona: (breathing even harder into the bag) That was the Most Horrifying Experience of My Life!
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Cody: (his face bright red) While me and Fiona were stuck in the web, I think I got to second base.
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Woods (Chef)
Chef hears Cody and Fiona's cries for help coming from behind him. He grins.
"Fresh meat." Chef says and backtracks toward the direction of their voices without noticing Izzy following him the whole time.
Woods (Eddy, Melinda, Noah, Owen)
"This is ridiculous." Melinda says looking through the backpack Eddy had grabbed. The group had gotten safely away from Sasquatchenawkwa and they were resting by a river. "There's only a flashlight and three energy bars in here." Melinda complains taking the energy bars out. Owen immediately sucks one into his mouth wrapper and all.
"Make that two energy bars."
"Let's try this way." Eddy suggests pointing to a path in front of him.
"So you think we should go that way?"
"Sure."
"Then I'm going this way." Melinda says walking in the opposite direction. The boys stand up and follow her.
Melinda shakes her head and mutters "Completely useless." Then she falls down a hole in the ground.
"OW!" She cries out when she hit's the ground. "What the heck was that?" Melinda stands up and looks around her.
"So, how's it going?" Eddy calls down to her, grinning at her situation.
"Shut up!" Melinda takes the flashlight out of the backpack and turns it on. "I think… I see a passageway. I'm going to see what's down there. Don't go anywhere!" She orders the guys before she starts to walk down the tunnel.
"I say we ditch her." Noah says.
"I'm all for that." Eddy replies. "But she might actually find something like a compass, or map, or more food-"
"More food?" Owen asks.
"And she does have the backpack flashlight and energy bars."
"We're staying." Owen says, plopping down onto the ground.
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Noah: We had the perfect opportunity to make a run for the finish line but they thought we should wait for a girl! No girl is worth waiting for. Except maybe….
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Bridgette: I wonder if Alejandro's coming back.
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Noah: (continued) Maybe. But definitely no other girl.
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Mary: (waving her hand) Hi Mom! Hi Dad! Hi Lily! Hi Grandma! I LOVE YOU! I'm having so much fun her! Izi's my best friend and- I'M SO EXCITED!
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Woods (Heather, Greg, Static, Theodore)
"God, how far away are we from camp?" Heather asks putting bug spray on her arms.
"Not far." Theodore says staring intently at the map.
"Not far? That's your answer! God, I'm stuck with a bunch of-" For some strange reason Heather stops talking, but no one complains about that.
Theodore exhales with relief. "Finally, sweet silence."
"Uh, where'd Heather go?" Static asks looking behind her.
Greg stops and swears. "I can't believe it." He says backtracking, Static and Theodore following him.
"Ah ha." Greg says when he spots a hole in the ground. He looks into it and sees Heather looking up at him. "What's up, Heather?"
"Shut up and get me out of this hole!"
"Hold on, I'm tossing you down the flashlight. See what you can find." Greg drops the flashlight into the hole.
"There's a tunnel down here."
"Then follow it."
"What? Are you crazy?"
"There might be something down there! You should check it out!" Greg tells her. "Don't worry, we'll stay up here."
"Fine!" Heather turns the flashlight onto the tunnel. "You so owe me!" She shouts before she starts to walk down the tunnel.
Woods (Gwen, Duncan, Fox)
As they start to slow down, certain that the raccoons stopped following them, Gwen trips and falls to the ground.
"OUCH!" She shouts her hands around her ankle.
"Gwen, what's wrong?" Duncan asks.
"I tripped that's all. Now help me up." Duncan pulls Gwen to her feet. She immediately crumples to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Fox asks, looking concerned.
"No, I think my ankle's sprained." She says.
"Here, let me help you." Fox says taking her arm.
"Uh, I'm her boyfriend. I should help her!" Duncan says grabbing her other arm.
"STOP!" Gwen shouts at them. "I am not a game of tug-a-war! Let go of me!" Both of the guys let go of her arms. "Now, I'm injured. And unless you want me to get even more injured, then you both are going to help me."
Fox and Duncan look at each other, their eyes angry, but they both nod in agreement. Gwen puts her arms around their shoulders and they lift her up.
"I'm sorry this is going to slow us down. I can only walk on one foot." Gwen apologizes.
"It's fine, we'll manage." Fox tells her.
"Yeah, we'll manage." Duncan says, clearly not liking this situation one bit.
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Gwen: I can't believe I sprained my ankle. I totally did not mean for that to happen! Stupid karma's getting back at me for taking Duncan away from Courtney.
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Chris: That was great timing on Gwen's part. Duncan's already jealous with a pervert and an ex of Gwen's on the island. But this really cooks up the drama.
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Tunnel (Heather)
"Follow the tunnel. You'll find something. Yeah right." Heather mutters as she walks down the tunnel. "If he wanted to see what was down here so badly, he could have gone.
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Heather: Why was I the one searching the tunnel? I am the leader of that alliance. I should not have to do the manual labor!
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"Hello campers!" She hears Chris says from the walkie-talkie. "Three campers have already fallen through our hole traps, majorly slowing down their groups."
"I already know that Chris!" Heather shouts. "Well there's nothing down here. Time to go back." Heather announces, She starts to walk away but turns back when she sees a light hovering up ahead. "Who's there?" She asks. She moves her flashlight, which lights up Alejandro's grinning face.
"Oh, it's you." Heather says.
"Buenas tardes chica." Alejandro says to her, walking forward.
"Cut the Spanish crap. What are you doing down here?" She snaps.
"Same thing as you, I guess, searching for a prize. And apparently I've found one." Alejandro says looking at her.
Heather puts her hands on her hips. "You really need to stop flirting with me. What happened last season was nothing. I only kissed you for the money. And look what happened. I would have been a millionheiress if not for Ezekiel."
"Really?" Alejandro says raising his eyebrow. "So you feel nothing?" He takes a step toward her.
"Yep."
"Absolutely nothing?" Another step.
"None at all."
"Are you sure?" Another step.
"Completely."
"I see." By this time Alejandro is very close to Heather. "Not even if I do this." Alejandro puts his hand on the back of Heather's head and pulls her into a kiss.
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Heather: Once again, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. I did let him kiss me though. Why? Well the answers simple. An idiot can figure it out. I did it because… I… cause… I FELT NOTHING, ALL RIGHT! (she crosses her arms angrily and looks away from the camera… but then she touches her lips).
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The kiss probably would have lasted longer but a light flashes into Heather's face. She pushes Alejandro away and raises her flashlight.
"Who's there?" She asks.
"Just me, Melinda." Melinda says coming forward. "But I can see that you two are… busy." She says uncomfortably. Heather turns a bright shade of red.
"That's none of you business." She hisses at Melinda.
"Fine. I'll just… leave now I guess." Melinda retreats back down the tunnel.
Heather looks at Alejandro. "This didn't happen." She snaps. Heather turns and walks back down the tunnel. Alejandro watches her go, but he walks down the way Melinda went.
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Alejandro: I think Heather expected me to follow her. But I did have a game plan to follow. So, should I follow the girl who has my heart or the girl who will get me farther into the game? (he shrugs) Sorry Heather, it's just strategy.
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Woods (Gwen, Duncan, Fox)
"You're walking too fast." Duncan says to Fox.
"I'm walking fine. You're the one walking weird." Gwen rolls her eyes upward as they argue.
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Gwen: It's like listening to an old couple arguing. I don't know how much more I can take before I start yelling.
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"Hey, look. There's Bridgette." Gwen says loudly cutting off their argument. Fox and Duncan stopped fighting long enough to see Bridgette kneeling by a hole in the ground.
"Let's head over there." Gwen says. The trio walk over to the blond surfer girl. "Hey Bridgette."
"Hey Gwen." Bridgette looks at her. "What happened to you?"
"Sprained my ankle. You?"
"Alejandro fell down this hole, then he went searching for supplies. I'm just waiting for him to come back" Bridgette says. Duncan and Gwen share a look.
"Why don't you come with us? We found a compass." Gwen says.
"No, I promised I'd wait for Alejandro to come back." Bridgette says, glancing at the hole in the ground.
"Fox, why don't you wait here for Alejandro and Bridgette can come with Gwen and me." Duncan suggests. Fox gives him a hard look.
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Fox: Duncan seems to have no use for me. Fine, I have no use for him. We're even.
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"It's fine. You guys go on." Bridgette says. Gwen shakes her head.
"No, we'll stay with you until he comes back." She says and sits on the ground.
"Melinda!"
"Wait I hear him." Bridgette says. "Alejandro! Alejandro!"
"Melinda, wait up!"
"Alejandro!"
"Bridgette he can't hear you." Gwen tells her.
"What?" Bridgette asks.
"I'm sorry Bridgette."
"Oh, that little…." Bridgette is too angry to continue.
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Duncan: That was low, even for Alejandro.
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Bridgette: He left me! Again! This is just like the North Pole all over again! Well if he thinks he's in the clear, he's not! Don't worry Alejandro, Fiona will be safe for a while. Cause the next time we lose, you'll be the one leaving!
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Alejandro: I have the strangest feeling I'm forgetting something….
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Woods (Fiona, Cody)
"HELP! HELP!" Cody screams.
"Cody shut up! Your screaming is getting on my nerves."
"Somebody! HELP!"
"Ugh, why am I stuck to this guy?"
"HELP!"
"Cody shush. I think someone's coming." Fiona says when she hears heavy footsteps. She turns her head and sees Chef walking toward them.
"Chef. Chef! Get over here!" He turns his head and sees him. He grins. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" He asks himself.
"Enough with the wells, get us out of this!"
"I don't know." Chef says. "After DJ and Blainley, I'm not allowed to help contestants any more."
"What? You have to help us you-" Fiona stops talking and looks at Cody. "Cody, did you just undo my bra strap."
Cody giggles. "Maybe."
"Chef get me out!"
"All right, quit your hollering." Chef tears them apart but they are still covered in the webs which are starting to form cocoons around them.
"Now get us out of these webs." Fiona says.
"I'm afraid I can't do that." Chef says, he puts his hand on Cody's shoulder and sticks the gigantic needle into his arm. Cody immediately falls asleep.
"What the-" Fiona can't finish the sentence before the needle goes into her arm and she falls asleep. Chef takes the needle out of her arm and, satisfied with his work, goes to hunt for more campers.
Izzy jumps from the tree where she had been hiding and looks at the to sleeping campers.
"Hmmm, what to do with these two." She wonders to herself.
Woods (Joe, Izabella, Mary)
"I'm starving." Izabella says. "Do we have any food in there?" She asks Joe. Joe looks inside the backpack he had found.
"We got this." He says handing her and apple and taking one out for himself. "Do you want one?" He asks Mary.
"No thanks." Mary says looking through the binoculars. "OH, how Cute!" She sees a furry animal and runs toward it.
"Where does she get all the extra energy?" Joe asks Izabella.
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Izabella: I actually liked this challenge. It was fun being in a group with Joe and Mary. It reminded me of hanging with my friends back home. (she waves at the camera) Hey guys! I'm here and I'm going all the way! You're looking at the future winner of Total Drama Fans vs. Favorites!
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"We should be getting closer to camp." Joe says looking at the map.
"Hey guys, I see something!" Mary shouts to them.
"What?" Izabella asks.
"Oh, it's Leshawna and Trent!"
"What?" Izabella grabs the binoculars and looks through them. She spots Leshawna and Trent hanging from their rope traps.
"Wow, that sucks." She says sympathetically, handing the binoculars to Joe.
"We should help them." Joe says, after taking a long look through the binoculars.
Woods (Leshawna, Trent)
Leshawna sighs and looks at Trent. The blood had rushed to his head and he had passes out long ago. Now he starts to talk in his sleep.
"Nhhh… nhgh… niner… nine…." Trent mumbles.
"Will that boy ever shut up?" Leshawna asks out loud.
"Ggg… Gwen… Gwen don't… don't go… gabo."
Leshawna groans.
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Leshawna: And I thought Cody was obsessed with Gwen. Wait, didn't Trent have a girlfriend? That dude had got to get over Gwen.
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"This is starting to get uncomfortable." Leshawna says to herself, shifting around in the rope net.
"Just to let you all know," Chris says from the walkie hanging from Trent's pocket. "Chef just caught two stray campers and he's on the hunt for more. He's also going to check the traps as well."
"What the heck?" Leshawna says spotting three people on the ground. "Hey! Up here!"
"Are you guys okay?" Joe shouts up to her.
"No! Get me down!"
"All right, hold on a second we're gonna untie the rope." Izabella calls. Joe fiddles with the rope but Trent drops to the ground.
"OW!" He yells, the landing waking him up.
"Oops, sorry." Joe apologizes.
"You okay Trent?" Izabella asks, helping him to his feet.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Hi Trent!" Mary says waving at him. Suddenly Leshawna and the net fall to the ground.
"Hi Leshawna!" Mary says waving again.
"Let me help you up." Joe says untangling Leshawna from the net.
"Thanks." She says to him and stretches. "Damn! It sure feels good to be out of that net."
"Hey, do you guys want to join us?" Izabella asks. "We're pretty close to camp now."
"We are?" Trent asks looking at his map. "This says we're at the other end of the forest."
Izabella looks at the map and flips it over. "Oh, I see." Trent says sheepishly.
"You mean, you were holding that map upside down this entire time!" Leshawna yells at Trent.
Trent backs away from her trying to apologize. Leshawna shakes her head. "I'll go with you guys. I can't say for Mr. Talks-In-His-Sleep though."
"I talk in my sleep?" Trent asks. Leshawna ignores him and walks away.
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Trent: I know that Leshawna's mad at me. I did mess up pretty badly. I just hope she doesn't tell Gwen. Then I'll never get another chance with her. (realizes what he just said) Not that I want another chance with her!
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Tunnel (Melinda, Alejandro)
"Hey Melinda, wait up!" Alejandro calls to her. Melinda sighs and, against her better judgment, she stops and waits. Alejandro catches up to her. "So, have you found anything down here?"
"Nope. But I saw you had."
Alejandro looks at her. "Can you please not tell anyone about what you saw?"
"Sure. But why? Are you worried about Fiona finding out?" Melinda asks.
"Not really." Alejandro lies.
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Alejandro: If Fiona found out about my kiss with Heather, she's kick me off the island faster than you can say Alejandro Buerromuerto.
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"Who's in your group?" Alejandro asks. Melinda grimaces.
"Eddy, Owen and Noah, though they aren't any help at all."
"Why did they send you down here?"
"Actually, I fell." Melinda says truthfully. "It was one of Chris's traps and I fell through and found the tunnel. I decided to explore it." She brags. "It's not like any of them would have used their energy to do something other than complain."
"Ah, I see." Alejandro says seeing his opening. "They shouldn't be making you do all the work."
Melinda snorts. "It I don't who will?" She asks.
"You may have a point. But no one person should do all the work especially someone as beautiful as you." He smiles at her. Melinda blushes the color of her hair.
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Melinda: What Alejandro said was… nice. But it was also suspicious. What's he up to? Is he supposed to be flirting with me or something? (she examines her fingernails before it hits her) Oh my God, he's flirting with me!
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Alejandro: Here's my thinking. Melinda may seem to be strong in challenges and an over-achiever in life but that's just a cover. On the inside she's weak. And easy prey to my charms.
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Melinda stops and picks something up off the ground. "Finally a compass." She says starting to walk again.
"You have a good eye." Alejandro compliments.
"Thanks." Melinda says.
"So is your hair colored?"
"No, it's natural."
"Really. It's muy bonita, just like you."
"You don't need to say that." Melinda says.
"But I want to."
Melinda smiles, she's a little embarrassed. "Oh, look here's the hole I dropped through." She says a little too loudly. "Hey! Anyone up there?"
"What took you so long?" Eddy says looking through the hole. "Noah and Owen are getting impatient. What have you been doing?"
"Here." Melinda tosses up the compass. "Now help me up."
"Fine." Eddy reaches down, but not far enough.
"Allow me, senorita." Alejandro lifts Melinda up and Eddy pulls her through the hole. Then they both pull Alejandro up.
"Hey, Al!" Owen says. "How ya doing buddy?" He asks giving Alejandro a bear hug.
"Great Owen." Alejandro says, his voice straining. "Let go please." Owen does and Alejandro gasps for air.
"Okay, now that we have the compass, we'll make it back to camp in no time." Eddy says.
"Is it all right if I joined you? My group has abandoned me." Alejandro asks.
"No." Eddy and Noah say the same time Melinda and Owen say "Yes."
"Thank you." Alejandro says smiling at Melinda. She grabs the compass from Eddy and walks ahead with Alejandro.
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Eddy: I don't like Alejandro. What's he up to?
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Owen: Al's one of my buds. We had some good times back in season 3. Noah's never liked him. I'm not completely sure why.
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Alejandro: I wanted to ditch the guys and go on with only Melinda but Noah and Eddy would have made a big fuss about it. I'll just wait until after the challenge.
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Woods (Static, Theodore, Greg)
"When is Heather getting back?" Static asks Greg.
"Hopefully soon." Greg says, starting to lose his patience.
Theodore stands up and stretches. A bird swoops down and snatches up the book he was reading from his hands.
"Hey! Give that back!" Theodore says and runs after the bird.
"Theo!" Static jumps up and follows him. Greg shakes his head.
"Hey! Hello! Is anyone there?" Heather shouts. Greg looks inside the hole. "Just me. Theodore and Static ran off." He says.
"Fine. Help me up."
"Did you find anything?" He asks bending down and reaching for her.
"No, it was only a trap to slow us down." Heather says grabbing his hands.
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Heather: Okay, so I lied about the energy bars I found down there. I was starving! I deserved them!
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Greg pulls her out of the hole. "So all that got us no where." He says. "At least we still have this." He says holding up the compass that Static had found.
"Then lets hurry up and get to camp. I need a shower." Heather says.
"Why is your lipstick smudged?" He asks. Heather quickly wipes it off. "It's nothing." She insists.
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Greg: Why is Heather keeping secrets from me? No matter. I'll find out eventually.
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Woods (Static, Theodore)
"Give back my book!" Theodore says, straddling the tree branch below the bird who had his book.
"CAW!" The bird cries.
"Theo I don't think the bird's gonna give it up." Static says from the ground.
Suddenly the tree branch snaps and Theodore falls to the ground landing on Static.
"CAW-CAW!" The bird takes off and flies away.
"Sorry Jerry." Theodore says, standing up.
"It's no problem." She says trying to stand. Then she gasps and feels her hair. "Oh no, where'd it go?" Static searches frantically on the ground for her tin foil hat.
"Here it is." She says happily, and puts it on top of her head. "Whew! That was close the aliens almost got me!" Theodore sighs and looks up into the sky.
"Now I'll never get my book back." He says sadly.
"Aw, I'm sorry." Static says. "But we can just talk now."
"Talk?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun!"
"I'm not very good at that."
"Talking?" Static asks. Theodore nods.
"I'm not very… social." He tells her.
"Well, you can learn from me. I'm a great talker." Static says.
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Theodore: I'm not very good at interacting with people. I know, it's a big part of the game, but it's hard for me. Maybe I should just listen. I think I can still make friends that way.
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"So what do you like to do?" Static asks Theodore.
"I like to read."
"Nothing else?"
"Well I also," Theodore looks uncomfortable. "I like to solve mysteries." He looks at Static for her reaction.
"Really? That's so cool! Are you good?"
"At what?"
"Solving mysteries!"
"Oh, well I guess I am. I have a certain knack for it."
"Wow, you're like Scooby Doo!"
"Um, I prefer to be compared to Sherlock Holmes." Theodore says to Static, smiling a bit. He stops when he realizes they're back at the hole. "Where did Greg go?" He asks looking around for him.
"Oh, they must have go on without us." Static realizes.
Theodore sighs. "Well, they probably would have done that a long time ago if we hadn't found that compass. But at least we still have the map."
"Then we can just go in the direction we started." Static says. Theodore nods.
"So what do you like to do? I mean, other than hunt for aliens." Theodore asks Static as they head toward the camp.
Woods (Gwen, Duncan, Fox, Bridgette)
"I cannot believe he left me behind!" Bridgette says angrily stomping ahead of Duncan and Fox who were still supporting Gwen. "No wait. I can believe it! I just can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for him again!"
"It's not your fault Bridgette." Gwen says.
"Yeah, the guy's totally evil." Duncan adds.
"He is so the next one to leave!"
"We heard you the first 600 times." Gwen says quietly.
Bridgette stops and sinks to the ground, sobbing. "Oh, why did I do that? How will I ever tell Geoff? How will he ever forgive me?" She cries.
Fox, Gwen and Duncan look at each other, silently communicating. Finally, Fox breaks away from the group. He kneels down next to Bridgette. "Hey, it's gonna be all right. Geoff will forgive you. In fact, I doubt he's even mad at you."
Bridgette sniffs. "You think so?"
Fox nods. "Of course. Alejandro's charmed a lot more girls than you, and he's left them all like this. But you have Geoff."
"I have Geoff." Bridgette repeats. She looks at Fox. "Thanks. I needed that."
"It's no problem." Fox says helping her up. Bridgette starts slowly walking up ahead and Gwen and Duncan catch up to Fox.
"Wow. That was really nice." Gwen tells him. Fox nods.
"I just don't think any girl should cry like that over some guy." He says.
"You're absolutely right." Gwen says. Duncan grits his teeth.
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Duncan: Why is Gwen saying Fox is a nice guy? We already have one! But I'm a nice guy! I'm plenty nice!
Mary: (knocking on the door) Hello! Can you hurry up in there?
Duncan: SHUT UP!
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"Hey isn't that… that's the camp!" Bridgette shouts when she spots the finish line, with Chris standing behind it. The four campers run down the hill and into the camp.
"And the first campers arrive!" Chris says as a greeting. "Now you just have to wait for the rest of your teams."
"Great. We need to get you to the emergency tent." Duncan tells Gwen. She nods.
They start to walk away. "Coming?" Gwen asks Fox.
"Uh sure." Fox says, smiling a bit. Duncan accidentally tightens his grip on Gwen.
"Ow! Duncan that hurt!"
"Sorry babe." Duncan says turning his head side ways so Gwen couldn't see his jealous face.
Woods (Alejandro, Melinda, Eddy, Owen, Noah)
"The first for campers have just crossed the finish line." Chris's voice buzzes from the walkie-talkie in Melinda's hand. "No team has the advantage yet. You'd better hurry if you want to make it back before dark."
"Wonderful. We're behind." Melinda says sourly. "This is all Noah's fault. His stupid injuries are slowing Owen and us down." She tells Alejandro.
"I agree. Us two should just walk ahead now."
She shakes her head. "If we do that, Eddy will probably send his Mafia goons after us."
"They are not goons." Eddy says, overhearing there conversation. "They are henchmen. And I have half a mind to take the compass myself and leave you. You two are the real reason we're behind."
"And why's that?" Alejandro asks.
"If you hadn't spent so much time in that tunnel we would have probably been the first ones back." Eddy says.
"First of all, it wasn't my idea to fall down that hole. Secondly, we got Alejan- the compass because of it!" Melinda says.
"It was your idea and I don't think our 'compass' is being all that helpful!" Eddy says looking at Alejandro.
"Don't you dare talk about the compass that way!"
"Aw c'mon guys, we shouldn't be fighting." Owen says.
"Owen SHUT UP!" Both Eddy and Melinda shout. Owen backs up, his eyes a bit watery.
"B-but we shouldn't b-be f-f-f-ighting." He says dissolving into tears. "WAAAAAAAAAH!" Owen drops Noah and bawls into his hands.
Melinda groans. "Whatever let's just go." She says walking away with Alejandro.
"Little help?" Noah asks Eddy. Eddy rolls his eyes but picks him up. He follows them with Owen, who is leaving behind a trail of tears.
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Eddy: Melinda and I weren't friends to begin with. But Alejandro's got her wrapped around his finger. It's gonna be really hard to get used to her now.
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Melinda: I hate Eddy and I cannot wait until he goes home! He is so-so… GRRRR!
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Alejandro: Melinda was very easy to get on my side. With her, Fiona and I will be able to dictate whatever happens in the game.
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Owen: (still in tears) WA-WA-WAAAAAAAAH! I WANT MY MOMMY!
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Woods (Izabella, Joe, Mary, Leshawna, Trent)
"Hey Mary," Leshawna calls up to the girl in the tree. "What do you see?"
"Ooh, I see leaves and I see a bird carrying a book!" Mary exclaims.
"What?"
"I see the finish line!"
"All right Mary!" Izabella says happily. "Last one there is a rotten egg!" She calls to the others and starts to run. Joe looks at the others and takes off after her. Izabella and Mary cross the finish line first followed by Joe and then Leshawna and Trent.
"HA! Beat you!" Izabella says playfully. Mary hugs her and they laugh.
"And five more campers cross the finish line putting the Screaming Turtles in the lead. And look at that." Chris says when he sees Theodore and Static also cross the finish line.
"That's two more for the Killer Snails but the Screaming Turtles are still ahead." Chris says.
"How many of us are back?" Theodore asks Bridgette.
"Just me and Duncan. He's in the emergency tent with Gwen."
"Gwen's in the emergency tent?" Trent asks. "I have to go check on her." Trent runs to the emergency tent followed by Leshawna who is just shaking her head at him.
Woods (Greg, Heather)
"Ugh, I am getting eaten up by bugs! You'd swear they like stuff." Heather says swatting away the mosquitoes.
"Let me see." Greg says grabbing the bug spray. He sprays it into the air and sniffs it. "It smells… sweet."
"Sweet?" Greg sprays some on his hand and licks it. "Uh, Heather, this is just sugar water." He tells her.
"CHRIS!" Heather shouts at the sky.
"Just letting the rest of you know," (speak of the Devil) Chris says, "At least half of the campers are back and the Screaming Turtles have a huge lead. You might want to hurry up before Chef catches you."
"I hate him!" Heather says after Chris stops talking. "From his manicured nails to his dyed hair."
"Chris dyes his hair?"
"To keep the gray out."
"Ah." Greg says and stops.
"What?" Heather snaps.
"Camp's right there." He says.
"Then let's go."
"Look." Heather sees Melinda, Alejandro and Eddy about to cross the finish line. "We have to get there before they do or we lose the challenge." Greg nods. The speed down the hill past Owen who is once again carrying Noah, but they cross the finish line after Eddy, Melinda and Alejandro.
Heather swears loudly. Owen runs down into camp carrying Noah. "Are we the last back?" Noah asks. Greg nods sadly.
"No so fast. Killer Snails, aren't you missing a couple of campers?" Chris asks them. The Killer Snails look around.
"Where's Fiona?" Alejandro asks.
"And Izzy? And Cody?" Theodore adds.
"Here we are!" A voice says from behind the finish line. The campers and Chris turn. Izzy runs down into camp, carrying two large cocooned figures of Cody and Fiona. She puts them on the ground.
"Aw, aren't they cute?" She asks looking at the unconscious campers.
"How did this happen?" Alejandro asks.
"My guess: Chef." Chris says. "Looks like he did his work very well."
"They're out cold." Bridgette observes. Fiona stirs in her sleep.
"Fiona? Fiona? Wake up." Alejandro says patting her cheek. Fiona's eyes flutter open.
"GET THIS THING OFF OF ME!" She screams out. Alejandro helps her out of the cocoon and she stands up and rubs her arms.
"That was HORRIBLE! There were spider webs! And Chef! And HIM!" She points to Cody, who looks like he's waking up. "It was-he was-completely all- AAUGH!" Fiona screams and stomps away.
Owen takes the webs off of Cody and helps him stand up. "So, how far did you get?" He asks.
"Pretty darn far my brother." Cody says fist bumping Owen.
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Fiona: THAT WAS HORRIBLE! I was tied to that Pervert for hours! In spider webs! Then Chef comes along and- GAAH! CODY IS SO GONE!
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Alejandro: I am not very sure that after her experience with Cody, Fiona will want to vote Bridgette like we planned. But we will see. Maybe I can change her mind.
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Eddy: As much as I'd like to vote Melinda out, I gotta vote for Alejandro. Melinda's turned into a total puppet but Alejandro is the puppet master.
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"So, the Screaming Turtles win!" Chris says. "And the Killer Snails will go to the Campfire Ceremony tonight. Again."
"This is unacceptable." Melinda says through her gritted teeth as the Screaming Turtles cheer.
So this time around Fiona and Melinda are not in danger. Looks like it's Alejandro, Cody and Bridgette. Looks like Fiona really wants Cody out after her episode with him in the forest. That's enough to make any girl run for the hills. However Alejandro left Bridgette to go chase after Melinda (not the kind of experience you dream of when you're with a hot guy). And Bridgette's still in danger and her alliance is not that reliable. Who do you think should go? Review please! And vote in the poll on my profile! I fixed it so you can vote for up to three choices.
- Jacky ; )
