here it is, another chapter! at this point, i have figured out who is going home in each episode, and who is going to win. bUT, i would love to hear from you guys! review and tell me who you think will win, plus your reason. ciao!

Chris appeared onscreen, tossing a baseball bat into a glove. "Previously on Total Drama Return!" He began dramatically, shots from the previous episode busily occupying the screen.

"The campers were forced into their most difficult challenge yet; being nice to one another. They were funny, they were touching, but the interaction between Johnathon and Hannah amused me so much that the Killer Bass were declared the winners!

"In a turn of events, Sarah sacrificed herself to be voted off, and she valiantly walked the Dock of Shame."

Chris grinned, the skin beneath his eyes crinkling as he caught the ball in midair. "Who will take home the victory tonight? Who will walk the Dock of Shame? Will the Screaming Gophers kick their losing streak? Find out tonight on,

"TOTAL! DRAMA! RETURN!"

(OPENING INSTRUMENTAL OF THE THEME)

It showed a sped up exterior of the island, just as the camp was being built atop of it, from day to night.

(DEAR MOM AND DAD I'M DOING FINE, YOU GUYS ARE ON MY MIND)

The camera followed Chris as he walked across the dock, his face being dabbed with translucent powder by an anxious looking intern, while another held his Diet Coke, which he sipped with a cocky look on his face. As the powder accumulated in a cloud on his face, he sneezed, spitting the sticky, soda contents onto the poor intern that was serving him his drink.

(YOU ASKED ME WHAT I WANTED TO BE, AND NOW I THINK THE ANSWER IS PLAIN TO SEE)

The camera zoomed in on the beach, where Graham was building a sandcastle, and Cami stepped across it, paying homage to the famous monster movie, 'Godzilla'. She laughed, and Graham rolled his eyes, face-palming in exasperation.

(I WANNA BE FAMOUS)

The camera showed a shot of the center of the camp, with Jayden approaching Sara with a water gun, who was facing away from him. Suddenly, Sara sharply pivoted, revealing herself to be holding a water gun of her own, which she unleashed on Jayden with a maniacal cackle, chasing him off frame.

(I WANNA LIVE CLOSE TO THE SUN)

Brittany sat outside of the Killer Bass cabin, wearing her white bikini, her figure being shaded by Danny, who was holding a large lead canopy over her, shaking his head in annoyance.

(SO PACK YOUR BAGS CAUSE I'VE ALREADY WON)

The camera moved into the Killer Bass cabin on the boy's side, where Daniel laid snoozing on his bed, only to be awaken by Johnathon, who was trying to pick between two polo shirts, each of them slightly different hues of white. Daniel threw his pillow at Johnathon, causing Johnathon to scream.

(EVERYTHING TO PROVE, NOTHING IN MY WAY, I'LL GET THERE ONE DAY)

The camera scooted to the stairs Gopher cabin, where Joshua and Sarah were doing impressions of celebrities, making Lawrence laugh, and then eventually fall backward.

(CAUSE I WANNA BE FAMOUS)

The camera scooted inside of the dining hall, where Ricky and Adam were idly talking, Hannah watching eagerly from the side and nodding her head in approval. Chef watched, clearly fuming in anger as Mariana snuck into the kitchen, adding herbs and spices to whatever gruel he was cooking, prompting her to be chased out of the back door.

(NANANA'NANAANA NANA NANA)

The camera zoomed out to reveal the theatre, where Rosa cheered over Lauren's performance, until she was pushed offstage by Ximena, a spotlight casting onto the female as she began to dramatically monologue, making Rosa cringe at the sight.

(I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANT TO BE FAMOUS!)

The camera quickly moved into the forest, where Henry was swinging from the vines, Elizabeth latched onto his back, who was laughing hysterically. Henry released the vine, sending them both splashing into the water.

(I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANT TO BE FAMOUS)

The water got onto Jerry, who was laying on the ground, making sand-angels, all while Nicole watched, maniacally moving her fingers against each other, a murderous grin on her face. Suddenly, Jerry tossed sand into the air, the sky changing from daytime to nighttime.

(WHISTLE)

The camera moved to show Maeve standing in front of the campfire, Albhe desperately trying to woo Maeve. Just as he leaned forward to rest his arm upon her head like an armrest, Maeve stepped backward, causing Albhe to fall flat to the ground.

The camera zoomed out, revealing the campers surrounding the fiery inferno, the words 'Total Drama Return' appearing on the screen.

(START OF SHOW; EXTERIOR OF CABINS)

4 AM was never pretty. It wasn't exactly sunrise, but it wasn't dark enough to be considered nighttime. 4 AM fell into a small gray area, and Chris loved nothing more than exploiting those gray areas for his own gain. So, there he was, 4 hours before the campers were required to be up, a full-scale marching band behind him, and Chris was right in the ranks, wearing a white and gold shako hat atop of his well-coiffed hair.

"One, and a two, and a," Chris whispered, raising his arms. The band members raised their instruments, inhaling a breath in unison, before expelling their breath in accordance to their instruments, the tune of 'Take Me Out to the Ballgame' starting to cut jauntily through the serene silence of the gray area that was 4 AM.

(GOPHER CABIN; BOY'S SIDE)

The minute the crescendo of the tune blared into the camper's heads, Ricky shot from his bed, hitting his head on the bunk above him. "I hate this show!" He yelled, slamming his fist onto the opposite wall. Graham remained stagnant in his bed, placing his pillow over his head in hopes of muffling the sound. Joshua rose to his feet, his hair sticking out at all ends, his hand raising to wipe his eyes. "Nose goes as to who has to wake up Henry."

Each male raised their finger to their nose, Larry being the last one. The male rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Aw, dang it." He murmured, ambling to the opposite side of the cabin, where Henry was still soundly asleep, curled up in a way that resembled a dog. Larry nervously shook his wrists in front of him, hesitantly extending his hand to tap on Henry's shoulder. "Hey, Henry? Let's get started with the day."

Henry's eyes shot open, narrowing at Larry as he emitted a soft growl, Larry's eyes widening in response.

(GOPHER CABIN; GIRL'S SIDE)

Larry's scream made Mariana jump as she looked over her shoulder, furrowing her brows in confusion. "I think that Larry woke Henry up." She hypothesized, glancing over to see Ximena with her hands over her ears. "Not a morning person?" Mariana guessed.

Ximena shook her head, remaining silent as she glowered at Cami and Elizabeth, who were both marching along with the tunes of the marching band. "How can you two be so peppy in the morning?"

"How many days do I get to wake up to a full-scale marching band outside?" Cami smiled, gesturing to the door, where she began to dance out. "This day is shaping up to be incredible, and it just started!"

(BASS CABIN; GIRL'S SIDE)

"I swear to God, I am going to those dumb khaki shorts he wears, and stuff them so far down his throat!" Sara cracked her knuckles, heavy bags beneath her eyes. Lauren stretched her arms above her head, emitting a loud yawn as she glanced around the room, noticing an absence of frigidness in the air. "Where's Maeve?" She inquired, sitting on her bed and pulling on a pair of shoes.

"She probably is going on a run or something. She seems like the type of person to get up at the crack of dawn to do something normal people do at a regular hour." Brittany pulled her wavy locks into their classic ponytail, shrugging a sweatshirt over her sports bra so she wouldn't be going outside half-naked.

"Wrong, Maeve left at around 1 AM." Hannah informed the other girls in the cabin, starting to head to the door. "Who runs at 1 AM?"

(BASS CABIN; BOY'S SIDE)

"These are peasant hours, McLean!" Johanthon feverishly protested as he exited the Bass Cabin, joining his team, who all appeared to be various shades of pissed off over the current situation. Chris let his gaze scan over the contestants, when he did a double-take to the Bass. "Where are Maeve and Albhe?"

As if on cue, the two moved from the boy's side Bass cabin, Albhe's shirt fitting over Maeve's curves like a dress, and a sheet wrapped around Albhe's waist. Elizabeth gasped, her eyes growing wide, as she slapped her hands over her eyes. "O-Oh my!"

Chris stifled his own laughter with his hand, letting himself take in the sight before him. "Dude, are you even wearing anything under that?"

Albhe rolled his eyes, tightening the sheet around his waist. "Want me to drop it so I can give you and your production team something fun to censor?" He threatened, his fingers loosening a bit. Chris rapidly shook his head, holding his hands out. "No! I hate working overtime."

Albhe smiled proudly, standing back and gesturing for Chris to continue. Chris adjusted his hat atop his head, bowing his head to the marching band. "Campers! It is early in the morning, and you will be participating in a challenge based around Tyler himself! After a devastating injury took him out of playing in sports, he began to become a financial manager for a baseball team. Needless to say, the guy became filthy rich, and he married Lindsay."

"Today, you are going to play baseball!" Chris exclaimed, Ricky and Henry exchanging excited glances at the prospect of doing something athletic for once.

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

"Baseball? This challenge is right up my alley!" Ricky pumped his fist in the air. "I am going to help take the Gophers to victory."

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

Sara remained silent, blinking at the camera with a monotonous look on her face. "We're f******." She spoke, a loud 'bleep' silencing the second word that escaped her lips, though it was clear what she had said.

(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAMS)

(MAKESHIFT BASEBALL FIELD- 7 AM)

It wasn't much, but the staples of a baseball game were sprawled across the field, novelty 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and home plates placed delicately in the diamond position, and pitcher's mound in the middle. On the right of the field was a Bass flag and a bench, the opposite side holding a bench and Gopher flag, with the necessary supplies for a baseball game near both benches.

"Campers, the winner will be based on who has the most points after two halves." Chris shouted from his place beside Chef and a set of interns, who were all eating Cracker Jacks in preparation for the game. "Or whoever entertains me the most, who cares? Bass, you're batting first, Gophers, hit the field!"

(HALF ONE- GOPHERS FIELD, BASS BAT)

Sara approached the plate, bat in hand, stepping to the side to take a few practice swings. She was a gymnast, not a baseball player, but she was a good swing. Cami was pitching for the Gophers, with Ricky on first, Graham on second, and Larry on third. Ximena was placed between third and second as the shortstop, and Joshua behind her on left field, Henry on center field, and Elizabeth on right field. Mariana was pitcher, given her lack of athleticism.

"Hiyah!" Cami howled as she threw the ball, winding up her arm in a windmill motion before letting it escape her hand, flying in the direction of home-plate. Relaxing her grip, Sara let herself swing in one fluid motion, the ball flying in the air in a classic pop-fly. "Elizabeth! Catch it!" Cami warned, waving her arms frantically as Sara began to dash to first base.

Elizabeth trembled in her spot, her glove hesitantly raising to the baseball that was heading for collision. Whether that collision was with her glove, or her face, was the unknown factor that scared her. Suddenly, she felt a set of hands on her waist, lifting her in the air and onto a set of shoulders. Looking down below her for a brief moment, she was met by the familiar sight of Henry's shaggy head of hair, which made her crack a small grin.

The ball sailed into her glove, much to Sara's discontent, who was only a few steps away from first base. "Crap." She grumbled, sauntering back to the Killer Bass. Elizabeth threw the ball back to Ricky, holding her fist out to Henry. "Good play!" She complemented, her grin widening as Henry fist-bumped her. "No thanks to you." He said in reply, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

Ricky whistled to the two as Jay approached the plate, waving his hand to them. "Hey, lovebirds, there's someone coming to bat. Please flirt later." Winking to them, Elizabeth blushed harshly, shyly waving as Henry walked back to his position, his face also a vague hue of pink.

"Alright, we have one out, two to go! Batter up!" Cami informed her team, having just learned all the nifty baseball lingo right before she was asked to be the pitcher. "Get ready for a world of pain Screaming Gophers, for I, Jay, will make you regret getting my lovely Sara out, for I will-"

"Strike one!" Mariana declaimed, tossing the ball back to Cami, which had slid past Jay during his rant. From the Bass side, Daniel laid down on the bench, stretching his arms over his eyes. "Damn it, Jay! Shut up and swing!" Sara protested, making Jay look over his shoulder and nod his head at her. "I will, woman! Just give me a few moments to get in the right minds-"

"Strike two!" Mariana couldn't help but to smile beneath her catcher's mask. "One more strike to go!"

"Jay! If you hit the ball, Sara will give you her bra." Daniel quipped, not even bothering to lift his hand from his face so he could observe the backlash of his comment. Brittany snorted, concealing her hand with her palm to stifle the sound of the laughter so Sara wouldn't target her, and Adam hit Daniel on the arm. "Do you have a deathwish!?" He whispered incredulously, fearfully stepping to the side as Sara stormed to Daniel, cracking her knuckles so she could have a good crack at him.

But, the crack that became a reality was the sound of Jay's bat colliding roughly with the baseball, sailing straight into left field. "Bras are a good incentive, because he just hit the ball." Maeve evenly pointed out from her spot beside between Albhe and Lauren, her empty gaze following its tracks; from the ground just beside Joshua, to first base, where Jay had already run to before crossing the second, and then third.

As Jay slid into home-plate, Chris blew his whistle, raising his hand as Chef added one point to the Bass side. "The Bass lead, one to zero!" Jay strutted back to the Bass bench, nonchalantly dusting the dust from his shoulders as he slid beside Sara, who was frozen with a sour, displeased look on her face. "I expect that bra to be paid in full by the end of the challenge."

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

Daniel sniggered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I honestly just said that bullshit to get a rise out of Sara, didn't expect it to actually work."

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

"Hey, bras are fun. But, I'm better at taking them off." Lauren winked to the camera, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAMS)

Hannah was the next to bat, as the Killer Bass figured it would be best to just get her out of the way. By far, she was the most unathletic person on the team. It was unclear to even Chris how she had managed to make it this far into the game, but there she was, missing every single swing.

"You swing like a girl, Hannah!" Graham taunted from second base, earning him a sharp gasp from Hannah. "Excuse me?! I do not appreciate such sexist microaggressions! I will not stand idly by as the female gender is slandered by a cisgendered, heterosexual-"

"Strike three! Two outs for the Killer Bass, one to go." Chris interrupted, an uproar sounding from the Bass side as Hannah sauntered back, sticking her tongue out at her team.

Ximena cackled, rolling her eyes and glancing to Joshua as Lauren approached the plate with her bat. "They are so bad that they have to ask the pop star to swing for them!" She insulted, though Joshua just rolled her eyes.

Brittany exhaled sharply, folding her arms over her chest. "She is so annoying." She mumbled, Johnathon clapping his hand on her shoulder. "My father has a saying." He cleared his throat, looking off to where Lauren was practicing her swing. "If you must talk about someone, do it after three glasses of wine, so they will laugh at themselves." He repeated, looking around the bench. "I do not see any wine here, so Ximena is just being a bitch."

"Strike three! Time for us to bat!" Larry exclaimed excitedly, the Gophers running forward to their benches, and the Killer Bass sliding on their gloves.

"How will the Screaming Gophers fare at batting? Will the Killer Bass find their mojo? Don't go away, we'll be right back!" Chris segued into the commercial break.

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

Henry stood at home plate, his formation clear of his professionalism within sports. He was perfectly aligned, with a balanced equilibrium that was exuded through his stance, and his even stare.

For the Killer Bass, Sara was pitching, with Hannah as the catcher, and Maeve as first, Daniel as second, and Lauren as third. Jay was the shortstop, with Brittany as the right field, Adam as the center field, and Albhe as the left field. Johnathon, due to him being the extra player on the team, stood between Adam and Brittany.

"Alright, guys! This is going to be big, so at least TRY to appear like this guy isn't going to instantly get a home-run." Daniel drawled, part of him considering laying down right where he was. This was vital naptime he was missing, after all. "Be positive, Daniel! You never know what could happen!" Adam optimistically retorted, just as the ball sailed directly over his head and into the tree-line behind him.

Looking over his shoulder, Adam noticed where the ball had gone, a sigh escaping him. "I stand corrected." He mumbled, defeated. Henry crossed into home-plate, approaching the Gophers bench and high-fiving Elizabeth with two hands, and then knuckle bumping her with an explosion, followed by their hands coming together to create a figure of a bird of what appeared to be an elaborate handshake.

"The Gophers and Bass are now tied one to one! Here comes Larry to bat now!" Chris narrated, Larry hesitantly approaching home plate and tapping it with his bat. Getting into his stance, Sara raised the ball above her head. "Come on, Larry, show these losers how to hit a ball!" Ximena taunted, her hands resting on her hips.

"I love playful banter as much as the next guy, Ximena, but that's just mean. Be careful, Sara has a good eye and won't be afraid to hit you." Joshua forewarned, a shiver going down his spine at the glare she gave them.

Throwing the ball, Larry cracked his bat against it, running forward at the cheers of his teammates. These seemed to motivate him more, as he ran faster, crossing first and heading to second, with a large grin on his face. Suddenly, his foot collided with his opposite foot shoelace, the pressure causing his feet to slip from beneath him. Falling forward, he crunched his right arm into his stomach, the other one try to catching him as he fell. Landing on his left arm, he cried out in pain, turning over on his back.

Chris blew the whistle, Mariana rushing onto the field, followed by Elizabeth. "I think he broke his arm!" Mariana told Chris, delicately helping Larry to his feet, the male cradling his arm to his chest as he tried not to cry out. Elizabeth rubbed his back, starting to walk him to Chef. "I-Is there an infirmary? I will w-walk him there!" Elizabeth offered, Chef approaching Larry and Elizabeth as he guided the two.

"So...Do we like take a knee….?" Albhe drawled, Chris blowing his whistle to cut off any commotion. "One out for the Screaming Gophers, and two to go!"

Cami was the next to bat for the Screaming Gophers. "Approaching the plate now is the incredible Cami Ruth! Look at her form!" She performed a practice swing, narrowing her eyes as the ball sailed to her. "And now, the swing!" The ball hit the bat, sailing between second and third. "I have got this!" Jay yelled, catching the ball as it slid on the ground and throwing it to first. Maeve caught it, but Cami was already on the plate.

Ricky approached the plate, the campers on the Bass team immediately backing up in preparation for his swing. "Be on high alert, Killer Bass!" Lauren mentioned, clapping her palm against the glove.

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

"Well, I think it's time to prepare who's going home for the Killer Bass, because I SERIOUSLY doubt that we are going to win." Lauren admitted with a shrug of her shoulders.

(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAMS)

Sara tossed the ball to Ricky, the ball flying in the air directly to, who else, but Adam. Gaping up at the spherical object as it closed in on him, he immediately backed away, allowing it to hit the ground. "Commoner! Get him out!" Johnathon cried, waving his arms in the air.

Cami crossed into home plate, Ricky running to second. "I got this!" Adam picked up the ball in his glove, darting forward and standing in front of second base, his glove colliding with Ricky's chest. Ricky looked down at Adam, his brows raising impressively at Adam's play.

"Well-played." Ricky complemented, winking to Adam as he backed away, Chris blowing his whistle from the sidelines again. "Two outs for the Screaming Gophers, and the score is now 2-1!" Chris sipped his drink, spitting it to the ground. "I asked for a diet soda, and I can feel my face breaking out over this regular soda." He shoved it back into the hands of the intern who gave it to him, huffing in annoyance.

Graham walked to the plate, looking down at his feet as he approached the plate. "Just go ahead and throw them, I'm not gonna hit them." Graham stood back, gesturing for Sara to throw the ball. She threw one, Hannah catching it. "Strike one!"

"Hey, you want to be voted off, you freak!?" Ximena threatened, Cami narrowing her eyes at her. "Don't talk to him like that, Ximena."

"Strike two!" Hannah called out, glancing to the side at the Gophers side. "Make this quick, I think a female fight is going to break out!"

"Got it!" Sara threw the ball to home plate, Graham walking back to the Gophers side, throwing the bat down along the way. "Strike three! Switch out!" Sara informed her team, heading back to the Bass side.

As Ximena walked to shortstop, Joshua followed alongside her, tapping her arm. "Hey, Ximena. Lay off a little, okay? There's a difference between being playful and being crude, and you're on the crude side. Don't get a target on your back for something as trivial as this." He advised, jogging to third. "Just looking out for you!"

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

"I have always been competitive. I do not stand for second place. I am better than second place." Ximena lamented, sticking her chin into the air.

(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAMS)

Daniel approached the plate for the Killer Bass, lazily trying to imitate the position he saw Ricky and Henry take. Brittany clapped her hands, cheering to him. "Come on, Daniel! You've got this!"

"Oh, listen to this. How cute. A fake blonde supports an even faker guy." Ximena pouted her lower lip. "It's adorable, really."

"Maybe someone should stop her before she gets hit." Henry suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "Or not, natural selection will catch up to her eventually." The comment made Elizabeth giggle, her hand gingerly slapping his bicep.

Eventually, Daniel struck out, walking back to the Bass side. "Doll, it's your time to shine." Daniel held the bat out to her, her eyebrows raising in distaste at the gesture. "Anything involving manual labor, besides cheerleading and hot yoga, makes me want to vomit." Brittany beseeched, looking into Daniel's eyes as he gazed amusedly at her, forcing her hands open and shoving the bat into it.

"Maybe if you're lucky, you'll hit Ximena." He whispered, stepping back into the Bass bench. Brittany stared down at the bat, tossing it between her hands before gripping it and walking forward. Now that Larry was gone, Ximena juggled both third and shortstop, her eyes widening with glee as Brittany took the plate.

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

"I am going to make her regret ever making fun of my team." Brittany smirked wickedly, winking to the camera. "I played softball for 6 years before giving it up, so I know exactly where to hit it."

(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAMS)

When Brittany approached the plate, silence fell over the crowd, Chris leaning forward in his seat. The moment Cami allowed the ball to escape her grip and sail to home, Brittany exhaled a soft stream of carbon dioxide, allowing her back foot to pivot as the ball collided with her bat, sailing right between second and third, and right into Ximena's face.

The female fell back, the ball moving away from Ximena and to Graham, who picked it up and threw it to Ricky, who caught it to get Brittany out by tapping first. But, Brittany didn't seem to care, as she simply dropped the bat, making her way back to the Bass. "Got anything to say, princesa?" Brittany held her hand over her ear, relishing in Ximena rising to her feet, her hand over her nose to conceal the fact that it was gushing blood.

Maeve stared level-headedly to Brittany, but turned, discreetly holding a hand out to Brittany. The blonde shook it with a grin, watching Ximena be escorted off the field by Chef.

"Two outs for the Killer Bass, and the Screaming Gophers just lost yet ANOTHER player!" Chris laughed, taking a sip of his soda with glee. "You can't write teenage drama, you just have to let it happen!"

"I will volunteer for the Killer Bass by batting. Don't worry, I saw High School Musical 2, I know that the movie had an entire number dedicated to playing baseball." Albhe grabbed the bat, skipping forward and humming the tune of 'I Don't Dance' as he swung at each ball thrown to him, and missed each time.

"Switch out! If the Gophers score in this round, then they will win!" Chris imparted on the Killer Bass as they jogged to the field, appearing less than enthusiastic. Clearly, the American pastime of baseball had been less than favorable to these fishies, but even more so to the Gophers, who had lost two players due to injury.

"Ricky and Henry have already batted, so they can't go again. Joshua, Elizabeth, and I are left. We aren't the strongest of athletes, so I am not sure what we should do." Mariana tapped her chin, hoping to strategize with the remainder of her team.

"Okay, I have an idea." Henry spoke, his team's heads pivoting to look hopefully to him. "Chris never spoke of there not being any bunting allowed. If Elizabeth and Mariana just delicately tap the ball, one of them can at least get to second. Then, Joshua can bring it on home."

"That's actually a rad idea, nature boy." Ricky high-fived Henry, extending his arms to the nervous trio of batters. "I think it's reasonable, too! You guys can do it."

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

Elizabeth elicited a nervous sigh, rubbing the back of her head. "I-I am good with water, not land. There is something about water that relaxes me. I-I just want to pull this off for the Screaming Gophers!"

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

"So far, I have taken a backseat role when it comes to my team. I'm a maternal figure to everyone, but I think it is about time that I do something active instead of passive for once." Mariana agreed, nodding her head with a look of placid determination in her eye.

(CONFESSIONAL CAM)

"Heck yeah! I've got this! Go Gophers!" Joshua cheered, raising his arms in the air.

(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAMS)

Elizabeth was the first one to approach the plate with her bat, her confidence only growing at the cheers of her team. She cracked a small smile, raising her bat to the air, bracing for impact. When the ball came to her, she delicately patted it with the bat, dropping it and dashing to first, just as Hannah picked it up and threw it to Sara.

"Ref! Is bunting permitted?!" Sara protested, Chris shrugging his shoulders in a bored manner. "Yeah, why not?"

"Asshole." Sara spat, her gaze following Mariana as she approached the plate. Gathering her composure, Sara pitched the ball to Mariana, appearing less than excited as Mariana imitated Elizabeth's strategy, just barely hitting the ball, before darting to first, allowing Elizabeth to cross to second.

"Alright, bases are almost loaded! There are two people, so that qualifies as being more than one. Go sports!" Albhe babbled to his team, raising his gloved hand in the air.

Joshua ambled to the plate, his lips moving rapidly as he spoke to himself. "I've got this, I've got this. A swell guy will make a swell play. It's nature."

Sara rolled her eyes, pitching the ball to Joshua, a slight curve to it. Joshua's eyes widened, his bat swinging to protect himself from the curve, which collided harshly with the ball. The ball sailed into the outfield, between Brittany and Adam.

"Ah! The ball!" Adam declaimed, running to get it. Joshua darted to first, and sprinted to second. Elizabeth jumped onto the home plate, waiting eagerly for Mariana, who crossed behind her. The ball moved from Adam, to Lauren, who threw it to Hannah, in hopes of her stopping Joshua. But, it was to no avail. Joshua slid into home, shooting to his feet and jumping up and down.

"The Screaming Gophers break their losing streak and take this one home!" Chris announced, the remaining Gophers storming the field and dancing with their team. "Your reward will be a classic sports cook-out for dinner tonight!"

"As for the Killer Bass, decide who you are kicking off, and meet me by the Closing Campfire!"

(BASS CABIN; BOY'S SIDE)

"Let's kick off Hannah. What does she even do for this team besides say big words and yell?" Johnathon pointed out, disgustedly kicking away his sweat-stained and dirt covered shirt from the baseball challenge. "The big words quota is already filled by Maeve, and Sara does the yelling."

"Speaking of big words, when did you and Maeve start happening, Albhe?" Adam inquired, gingerly bumping his elbow into Albhe's side. Albhe chuckled, moving his fingers through his hair. "After Lauren slapped Maeve. We've been hanging out since then."

"Just hanging out? No exclusive label?" Adam pried, making Albhe turn his back with a huff.

"Relax, bud, he's just not used to feeling all lovey-dovey." Lauren suddenly spoke from the entrance of the boy's side, joined with all of the other girls from the Killer Bass, with Hannah absent from the fray.

"Hey, we're indecent!" Jay raised his hands to cover his chest, as if he were a female covering her chest from the naked eye. This earned a slap of the back of the head from Sara, who dropped a lacy, black bra on top his head. "The strap broke on this one, and I always uphold my promises. Just don't speak of this."

Jay jumped up and down, hugging the bra as if he just received the prize right then and there. Brittany sat next to Daniel, folding one leg over the other. "We were just saying that Hannah needs to go. She doesn't offer anything to this team besides headaches, and I only have so much Advil."

Maeve nodded her head in agreement, sitting down next to Albhe, who hugged her from behind and rested his chin atop her head. "It is strategically a good move for our team. We will not only be stronger physically, but we will have less incidents with her outbursts."

Albhe chuckled, rocking her from side to side. "I like it when you talk strategy."

"So, it's settled! Hannah is being voted off!" Adam put his hand in, the others following suit. "To unison backstabbing!"

"Unison backstabbing!" The rest of the tribe repeated.

(CAMPFIRE CEREMONY)

"Killer Bass! Welcome back to the campfire. It's been a while, but winning streaks are always broken! Maybe, if you listen close, you will be able to hear the sound of burgers on the grill and laughing from the Gophers." Chris jeered at the Killer Bass, holding the plate with nine marshmallows in his hand.

"No, but I hear a middle-aged man trying to appeal to a young audience by wearing shorts." Daniel countered, resting stretching out on two stumps. "Just get on with it."

"Alright, alright! Sheesh." Chris rolled his eyes. "The person sent home will walk the Dock of Shame, board the Boat of Losers, and never come back- Ever! The first person I am going to call is Albhe."

Albhe pumped his fist in the air, jogging to Chris and taking his marshmallow. "Jay and Sara!" The two snatched their marshmallows, Jay waggling his brows at Sara. "Stop that." Sara snarled, shoving her marshmallow into his mouth to silence him.

"Lauren, Daniel, Maeve, Adam, and Johnathon." One by one, they claimed their respective marshmallows, leaving Brittany and Hannah behind. "Only one of you can stay. Hannah, your outbursts have annoyed more than one, and Brittany, you hit Ximena's face, which I gotta say was wick-ed, dude!"

Brittany's posture straightened with pride. "Being mean is a gift that keeps giving."

"Well, you give me a joy by being here, so here you go!" Chris tossed the last marshmallow to the blonde, who skipped to her team. Hannah shot to her feet, pointing a finger in hot-tempered protest. "This is a target against my character! I will have this sue showed, and I will rant about each one of you on my blogs! But, do not think this will effect my fanfiction, for I will allow this contamination of the out-of-character capacity sway my in-character writing."

Chris snapped his fingers, Chef appearing from the sidelines. Each male took an arm, dragging Hannah off, who was kicking and screaming about something related to the patriarchy of the United States.

"A fitting goodbye for her; screaming about something totally unrelated to what we were even talking about." Lauren took a bite out of her marshmallow, stretching her hands above her head. "Alright, Killer Bass, let's get to bed."

"Now, now, I had another idea. Work with me here, I think it's a good one." Daniel looked from left to right, his gaze settling on Albhe. "Hey, Albhe, how good are you at singing?"

(THE BEACH)

The Gophers happily talked amongst each other, eating burgers and hotdogs faster than they were being grilled. Even Ximena, with medical tape across her bruised nose, and Larry, who was wearing a cast, appeared to be having a good time.

"To the Gophers!" Henry raised his burger in the air in some form of makeshift food toast, the others following his lead.

However, before they could get very far in their comradery moment, Albhe burst from the bushes, completely in the nude, wearing nothing but a baseball cap. The censored blurred out necessary parts, even as Albhe danced from side to side. "Take, me out to the ballgame! Take, me out to the crowd!" He sang, the sight alone causing Elizabeth to scream.

The Killer Bass ducked down in the bushes, keeping themselves for laughing. "I can't believe he did that for a chocolate bar!" Jay gasped in disbelief, looking over his shoulder to see Albhe being chased off by Henry and Ricky.

Maeve rubbed her temples, shaking her head. "He will do anything for food."

Albhe appeared beside Maeve, inhaling and exhaling raggedly. "I escaped!"

The bushes suddenly parted from above them, revealing a very angry looking Ricky and Henry. Albhe's eyes widened, Jay scrambling to his feet. "Scram, Bass!"

The other members of the Killer Bass ran from their own bushes, back into their cabins, the camera panning up to show the night sky, decorated with stars.