Disclaimer: I don't own TDI or TDA or TD third letter of your choice, but I do own the awesome made-up creatures in this chapter. Brooding Budgerigars FTW.
Author's Note: Time to meet two of my all-time favorite OCs; the Brooding Budgerigars Nigel and Monty! I hope you like them as much as I do.
TDA: My Way
Episode 12: Creature Feature
"NO ONE LEAVES ETHAN STRAPPED TO A CHAIR OVERNIGHT!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL DIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!" Owen and Mary shared a hearty laugh as they watched Chris getting chased by a frustrated Ethan.
Owen wiped a tear from his eye. "Hoohoo…yeah…Nothing like a good laugh, eh Mary?" He nudged Mary, causing her to fall onto the dock. "Oops."
"…Oh Owen, what are we going to do with you?" Mary picked herself up. "Last time on Total Drama Action, Chris amped up his sadism to a whole new level, creating tortures for campers to endure, such as avoiding being killed by two homicidal she-beasts…"
Clips of Harold running from Courtney and Josephine trying to scare Joseph were shown.
"…Being hurtled into space along with boring businessmen…"
A clip of Izzy knocking out all the businessmen was shown.
"…And the unspeakable horror that is…NUMA NUMA!"
A clip of Allison ripping off her headphones was shown.
"It's too horrible…make it go away, mommy…" Mary curled up in the fetal position while Owen continued the episode recap.
"Then awesomeness occurred when Harold led a Benny Hill chase scene!"
A clip of the Benny Hill chase scene was shown.
"Thanks to this clever strategy, which was probably unintentional, Harold managed to get everyone else to quit their tortures, winning the Deadly Sparrows immunity yet again!"
A clip of the pile of characters was shown.
"Oh yeah, and Justin showed up!"
A clip of Justin teasing Casey was shown.
"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh…that there's some irresistible man-meat…"
Chef whacked Owen upside the head.
"Sorry…anyway, the Hollering Otters were REALLY PISSED about losing their fourth challenge in a row. They took it out on Edmund…"
A clip of Edmund getting tranquilized was shown.
"C'MON GUYS! You voted out EDMUND?! I LIKED EDMUND!"
Chef whacked Owen upside the head.
"Stop that!" Owen threw a random ham at Chef, knocking him into the water. "Anyway, with four members to the Sparrows' seven, is it even POSSIBLE for the Otters to win a challenge? Will Justin show up again? Or will Izzy do something sexy instead? PLEASE let it be both!"
Chef whacked Owen upside the head.
"…Find out tonight, on Total. Drama. ACTION!" At the word 'action', Owen whacked Chef upside the head.
Allison took in the view of the spacious Otter cabin. Noah was reading a book at one wall, Lindsay was combing her hair at another, and Samuel was in the bathroom.
Confessionals
"I kinda like the quiet…but in this case, it's unsettling," Allison revealed. "The lack of noise just serves to remind me over and over that our team has fallen way behind. I bet the Sparrow cabin is a lot louder."
At the Sparrow Cabin…
"Okay guys, now it is time to empty your minds…" Harold whispered. "In this stage of meditation, it is important that you stay completely silent."
The whole cabin became silent.
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Back at the Otter Cabin…
"…GAH!" Allison screamed out of nowhere.
Noah lowered his book. "Hey Allison, I think I have a pill for sudden onset of Tourette's syndrome…oh wait…no I don't."
Allison stomped over to Noah's bed and knocked the book off his hands. "You know what? I don't appreciate your attitude, mister!"
Noah sighed. "I'm not married yet, genius."
"STOP BEING SUCH A WISEA$$!" Allison shook Noah's shoulders until he got good and dizzy. "You know why we keep losing challenges? Because we HATE EACH OTHER!"
"Omigosh, I sooooo agree!" Lindsay added. "Like, this one time Spaniel used up all my special dandruff-care shampoo, without my permission! I mean, who does that?"
Samuel stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe. "I'll let you know that I used that shampoo to repel a rat infestation, missy!" He pointed a finger at Lindsay's face. "I save all you guys from contracting deadly diseases, and what do I get? A bunch of final marshmallows?!"
Noah raised an eyebrow. "I'm honestly surprised you managed to make it this far. Perhaps Mary would be more useful for this game…"
"Or Cooler!" Lindsay suggested.
"You guys!" Samuel complained.
"SHADDAP!!!!!!!!" The three squabblers turned around to face Allison, who was red with fury. "Do you want to win an immunity challenge or NOT?"
"…Is winning immunity challenges good?" Lindsay asked.
Allison slapped her forehead. "Yes, Lindsay. Winning is good. Anyway, if we ever WANT to win, we need to work as a TEAM!"
"And why would I even want to win?" Noah asked. "Either way, someone annoying leaves the island and I get closer to half a million dollars."
"Yeah…UNLESS I ELIMINATE YOU FOR LOSING THIS CHALLENGE!"
"…Fine, teamwork it is."
Confessionals
Noah sighed. "Allison made me join this ridiculous teamwork phase so we can win immunity. If I refuse, they'll vote me out."
"Put your hands together!" Allison put her hand in the center.
Noah shifted his eyes. "I am not pretending to be some superhero."
"Superheroes? I love superheroes!" Lindsay squealed, her eyes sparkling. "I could be Hot Girl, with the power to make guys stare at me!"
"And I can be…" Samuel rushed off into the bathroom, than came back out with a suped-up vacuum cleaner and many cans and bars of soap. "…The Bacteria Blaster! The ultimate cleaner of crime!"
Allison put on a mask. "And I'm the Singing Star! I use my beautiful voice and cool lyrics to make criminals fall asleep or…change emotions?"
"Alright you guys, have fun with your little superhero games," Noah called from the door. "Just don't get me involved."
Before he could leave, Allison grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the group. "But Noah, you could easily be Brain Boy, with the intelligence of hundreds of men!"
"Hmmmm…let me think about that NO."
"Okay, see you on the Boat of Losers!"
Noah sighed. "Brain Boy to the rescue. Woohoo."
"Put your hands together!" Allison repeated. This time, everyone put their hands in the center. "One…two…three…GO HOLLERING OTTERS!!!!!" They lifted their hands.
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The Deadly Sparrows met Chris at the edge of the woods, looking unusually calm.
"Hey Sparrows, lookin' good!" Chris complimented. "So, how's winning four in a row treating ya?"
"Excellentmarvelous fantasticamazing incredible unbelievable outstanding tremendous stupendouswonderful!" Ayami squeaked.
"I still want Ethan gone, though…" Harold lamented. "But I did some yogic meditation with the team and we're ready to continue the streak."
"YEAH!" Izzy shrieked, holding up a dead rat.
"Uh…" Chris was disgusted. "Where'd the dead rat come from?"
"Well, the truthful answer was that he came from the Otter cabin and died at my feet, but if you want another pop-culture reference, it came from Wayside School."
"…Ooooookay…Does anyone know where the Otters are, anyway?"
Ethan suddenly saw four figures approaching. "I don't know where the Otters are, but I DO know where the four-man idiot brigade is!" He pointed at the figures, and everyone burst out laughing.
Confessionals
Noah tugged on the bottom of his tight orange jumpsuit. "I don't know why Allison wanted us to wear these stupid things. I guess she went mental, or is immune to butt-chafing." He furiously scratched his butt.
"Looking good, Otters!" Chris joked. "Or should I say…Mighty Morphin' Power Derangers!"
Allison, wearing a sky blue jumpsuit, went up to Chris and gave him a very stern glare. "Stuff it! We're gonna win this challenge, and we're gonna do it as a TEAM!"
"Does this jumpsuit complement my eyes?" asked Lindsay, looking down at her pink jumpsuit that did not complement her eyes.
"No. Anyway, today's challenge is a classic; make it through the forest alive. However, this one is MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH more dangerous than any forest stroll last season! First team to meet Chef at the other side of the island wins invincibility!"
"How dangerous are we talking?" Samuel asked, twirling around his vacuum nozzle and wearing a clear white jumpsuit.
"Ya might wanna ask those guys! Later!" Chris pointed to a couple of giant parrots, then ran for his life.
Confessionals
Chris once again put on his reading glasses and read his large book of Yurgonadynao animals. "Melopsittacus Sapiens, cousin of the popular house pet budgie, is commonly known as the Brooding Budgerigar. This species is known for incredible intelligence, perhaps even surpassing that of humans, but it doesn't create civilization. Instead, they typically meet in pairs and use their razor-sharp beaks to crack open human skulls and snack on their brains, rich in nutrients!"
"Why take a look at this, Nigel!" one of the parrots squawked in a British accent. "Looks like a tasty group of children, eh wot?"
"You said it Monty!" the other chortled, elbowing his chum. "Especially that disproportioned one in the ridiculous orange jumpsuit! I call dibs!"
"Oh come on! There should be plenty of brain in there for both of us!" They swooped at Noah, who managed to duck just in time. The Sparrows used this to their advantage and rushed off into the forest.
Confessionals
Ethan shrugged. "Hey, it's not my fault Noah's got a freakishly huge brain, but I'm willing to milk it for all it's worth."
Allison faced the Brooding Budgerigars triumphantly. "You wild animals will not feast on our brains! For we are the HOLLERING OTTERS!"
Nigel rolled his eyes. "And she calls us wild…has she ever seen her species' ridiculous college parties?"
"Oh look at me, I'm a retarded human!" Monty took out a blanket and wrapped it around himself. "Toga! Toga! I do enjoy wearing ancient Roman clothing and drinking alcoholic beverages until I vomit!"
"NO ONE INSULTS OUR SPECIES ON MY WATCH!" Allison thundered. The Brooding Budgerigars just fell onto the ground laughing.
Confessionals
Mikey bit his nails. "I hate this challenge. What if something just leaps out of nowhere and kills me?"
Mikey clung onto Harold's leg. "Harold? You won't let the scary animals kill us, right?"
"I don't think the animals will kill us," Harold reassured, patting Mikey on the head. "That was just Chris spreading bull."
Izzy suddenly blurted out, "Once, I spread a bull on a cracker. It tasted just like chicken!"
"…Good for you…" Joseph shivered.
Confessionals
"Why are girls so scary?" Joseph asked himself. "There's my nasty sister Josephine, that evil witch Heather, the bully Tam, and now Izzy, who I'm pretty sure would pull a Lorena Bobbit on anyone for no reason."
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Casey asked Izzy, eyebrow raised.
"Hey, I'm 1/87th Cherokee, remember? I'm an expert on navigating forests with trees that look exactly the same!"
Casey looked at some of the trees around her. "Then why did we pass that tree with the strange green goop five times already?" She pointed at a tree that was oozing a bright green goop.
"Maybe it's because there's more than one tree with green goop in this forest!" Izzy shrieked.
Confessionals
Chris flipped to another page in his book. "Dictyostelium Lumos, or the Fluorescent Slime Mold, is a unicellular entity that is capable of absorbing radiation without limit. This dangerous protist feeds and grows by releasing fatal blasts of stored radiation to prey and engulfing them with phagocytosis."
The green goop started slithering over to the campers, freaking most of them out.
"OMIGOSHWHATISTHAT IT'SGROSS IT'SDISGUSTINGIT'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!" Ayami screeched.
Izzy's eyes widened. "It's a slime mold! Cool!"
"…What the heck's a slime mold?" mostly everyone else asked.
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"Where do you think YOU'RE going?" Nigel sneered, blocking the Otters' path into the forest.
Allison, confident as ever, replied "We're going into that forest to win the challenge!"
"Oh I don't think so. My friend Monty and I are growing quite peckish…" Nigel rubbed his stomach. "We haven't had a good brain to eat in weeks!"
"'Tis true," Monty added.
Nigel started to cry. "An entire forest for our eating pleasure, and not a single brain that can fill our stomachs with knowledge…"
"Blah blah blah sob story," Noah paraphrased.
Nigel frowned. "You know what? You're too smart for your own good." The bird plunged his beak forward, but Noah managed to dodge it just in time.
"INTO THE FOREST, WHILE THEY'RE DISTRACTED!" Noah commanded. The other Otters didn't need to be told twice. They ran into the forest while the giant budgies attacked their teammate.
Confessionals
Samuel stared solemnly at the ground. "Well, he lived a good life…or not."
"Hey guys, whatever happened to the teamwork thing?" Lindsay asked. "I mean, shouldn't we save Noel?"
Allison sighed. "…Lindsay, as far as we know, Noah's a goner. If you can think of a way to save his life, you're more than welcome to tell us."
Lindsay typically didn't remember things very well, but somehow a quote resurfaced in her tiny mind.
"You have to use your boobs!"
"…I think I thought of a way to save his life!"
Confessionals
Samuel stared solemnly at the ground. "Well, she lived a good life…or not. Oh wait, she's hot and rich. Yes, she did live a good life."
"HEY BIRD GUYS!" Lindsay screamed, focusing Nigel and Monty away from a cowering Noah.
"What are you doing?!" Noah hissed, waving his arms about. "We don't need two casualties!"
"…What are casualties?"
Monty slapped his forehead. "A casualty is a killed person, nitwit."
Lindsay then remembered what she was there for. "Do you like boobies? 'Cause I have big boobies!" She wiggled them around.
Nigel and Monty were flabbergasted. "…Is this what male humans find to be attractive?"
Confessionals
"Yes. I found that to be VERY attractive." Noah put a tissue in his nose. "Not to mention she was wearing a tight jumpsuit."
Monty covered his eyes. "Oh, the indecency! I cannot bear to watch this barbaric ritual!"
"Right you are, chum." Nigel covered his eyes as well.
Allison and Samuel ran over. "Good, they're distracted. Let's get you out of here, Noah!"
Noah just stared at Lindsay.
"…Boys." Allison took Noah and Lindsay's arms and dragged them into the forest.
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"Back, foul slime mold!" Izzy twirled the dead rat above her head. "I have the Bubonic Plague, and I'm not afraid to use it!"
"Wasn't the Bubonic Plague wiped out centuries ago?" Joseph asked meekly.
"Shush! He doesn't know that!" Izzy threw the rat at the Fluorescent Slime Mold, who ate it happily. "IZZY WINZORZ!"
Everyone slapped their foreheads.
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Allison cupped her hand around her ear, trying to hear something out of the unusual silence. "It's quiet in here…TOO quiet."
"ROOOOOAAAAAR!!!!!" The Gladiator Bear jumped out of nowhere.
Noah rolled his eyes. "You had to jinx it, didn't you?" The Otters ran away from the bear while the Benny Hill theme played again.
Confessionals
"Benny Hill is mah favorite show!" the bear gushed, the camera translating his speech. "Ah love ta walk really fast while things are chasin' otha things!"
"AROOOOOOO!" Izzy howled from out of nowhere.
"…Why did you just howl?" Ethan asked.
"'Cause that guy over there is howling!" Izzy pointed to a nearby cliff, where a wolf-like silhouette was howling to the sun.
Confessionals
Chris flipped the pages of his book yet again. "Canis Solaris, or the Sun Wolf, howls at the sun instead of the moon. This fierce hunter typically travels in packs, and uses a powerful neurotoxin to stun its prey. They are also capable of surviving extremely hot temperatures."
The Sun Wolf glared at the Sparrows, then suddenly several more came from behind it. They leapt off the cliff and landed gracefully in front of the campers, growling.
"Don't make any sudden moves…" Joseph muttered from the corner of his mouth.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Mikey ran away, screaming.
"…Was that a sudden move?" The wolves attacked.
Confessionals
Harold shook his head shamefully. "Poor Mikey. Poor, poor Mikey."
---
Ethan scowled. "That idiot almost had us KILLED!"
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"Once, when I was a little kid, some bullies left me stranded in the woods at night," Mikey recalled. "I was bleeding a lot, and I think that attracted a pack of wolves. I've never been more scared in my life when they sniffed me and growled. I ran for my life, but luckily I passed by a deer who the wolves chased instead. So there you have it; my biggest phobia."
"Back you wild mutts! BACK!" Harold took out his nunchuks and spun them at the wolves, intimidating them.
"Oh no, you're not getting the credit for driving them back!" Ethan thundered. He zapped a tree, which ended up falling right next to the wolves. They scampered off, whimpering.
"OmigoshIused tothinkwolves weresocoolcuz emosthinkthey're coolandemosarecool atmyschool butnowapackattacked usandInolonger thinkthey'recool!" Ayami whimpered. "Bytheway isanyonehurt?"
"Urggggghhhhh…" Several campers turned around to see Joseph, sprawled on the ground, his skin pale green and foam coming out of his mouth.
Confessionals
Chris continued to read from the same page. "Sun Wolf neurotoxin affects several areas of the brain, leaving any victim without feelings, or logical thinking skills for twelve hours. It can also cause them to stop breathing, but that is rare."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh …maaaaaaaan …what happened? Joseph clutched his head and tried to stand up, but he crumpled back onto the ground. The effort made him vomit.
"OMIGOSH POOR BABY!" Casey ran over to Joseph and tried to lift him up. "Did those wolves hurt you?"
Ethan rolled his eyes. "No duh, Einstein. I have no idea why he's poisoned, though."
"Poisonous wolves? COOL!" Izzy ran after the wolves, howling.
Confessionals
Casey cried. "Joseph…why did it have to be you?! WHYYYYY?!!!!!"
---
Ethan counted on his fingers. "Now that Mikey ran away, Izzy ran away, Joseph's poisoned somehow, Ayami's an idiot, and I hate Harold there are only two real contenders left on our team! We're doomed!"
The Otters were still being chased by the bear in fast motion. "Anyone have any ideas on how to get out of this mess?" Allison asked testily.
"Here's an idea," Noah suggested. "How about we find a beehive? Bears love honey."
Confessionals
Chris went back a few pages in his book. "Gladiator Bears do not love honey."
The Otters saw a giant beehive from ahead. "Alright Sam, spray the beehive at the bear!"
"Got it!" Samuel turned on the 'spray water' setting on his vacuum cleaner and shot the beehive over his head like a geyser. He then carefully dropped it onto the bear's head.
"Huh?" The bear stopped and desperately tried to rip the hive off his head, leaving him cut up afterward. Then the giant bees inside decided to attack the Otters for no reason whatsoever.
Confessionals
Chris turned to a new page in the book. "Apis Goliatus, or the Goliath Honey Bee, is the largest species of bee on the planet. Adults typically can reach 45 cm in length, and their stingers are the size of pencils. Unlike most bees, Goliath Honey Bees can sting as many times as they want to, and each sting is fatal to humans."
Allison turned to Noah and Samuel as they ran away from the bees. "Great thinking, guys! You stopped the giant bear, but now we're being chased by giant bees! Brilliant!"
"Sarcasm is my thing!" Noah argued.
"Could you two stop arguing and think of something else?" Samuel demanded.
"You mean like something that will get us killed by a giant cow instead?!"
Confessionals
Chris snapped his fingers. "DANGIT! I should've thought of that!"
"Girl is dragging me…girl is dragging me…" Joseph mumbled, his brain addled by the neurotoxin. Casey blushed.
"Awwwww…I knew you liked me…"
Harold interrupted. "Uh, Casey? I think he's just babbling."
"…I SAY HE LIKES ME!" Casey stormed off in a huff.
Harold sighed, "How are we supposed to win if everyone's splitting up?"
Ethan shrugged. "Well, better now than never." He ran away too.
"Ohlookacutesquirrel it'ssooooooooooo KYUT!" Ayami chased a squirrel, leaving Harold all alone.
"…GOSH!"
Confessionals
Chris looked through his book again. "Uh…that's actually an ordinary squirrel. Must've forgotten to relocate him."
"QUICK! JUMP INTO THAT POND!" Noah pointed to a pond up ahead. At the count of three, the Otters jumped…and bounced off the surface.
"What the HECK?!" Allison screamed, exasperated. "Is this ANOTHER FREAKING ANIMAL?!"
"Well, at least the bees are leaving…" Samuel whimpered, noticing the bees flying away as fast as they could.
Noah walked over to the pond and peered at its white surface. "This pond is not a pond. It's a…giant eyeball."
The surface near him turned black, as the pupil stared at him. Then the entire forest rumbled as the creature stood up. The Otters found themselves on top of the head of the largest animal ever.
Confessionals
Chris turned to one of the last pages of the book. "Terra Maximus, a creature so unusual and unbelievable it has a phylum all its own. These guys plant trees and grass on their heads and hide in forests, silently waiting for prey. Fortunately, its metabolism is extremely low, so it doesn't need much food for its size. Speaking of size, they can be over a kilometer tall."
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Samuel shivered. "I think I just soiled my pants…" He furiously cleaned his pants.
Chef tapped his foot in annoyance as he waited for someone to burst from the trees. He took out a walkie-talkie. "How long do ya expect these campers will take?"
Chris' voice replied, "Meh…it could be DAYS…or WEEKS…or-"
"I'M NOT WAITIN' FOR WEEKS!" Chef roared.
"Huh? Is that Chef?" a voice rang out from the forest.
Chef threw his walkie-talkie onto the ground in joy. "FINALLY! THIS CHALLENGE IS OVER!"
"Uh…sorry Chef, but not yet." Harold left the forest. "I have no idea where the rest of the Deadly Sparrows are…"
Chef frantically picked up the broken walkie-talkie. "Chris! Ya'll gonna do somethin' about this, right? RIGHT?! …Fudge."
---
From the top of the creature's head, the Otters could see everything, including…
"CHEF!" Allison pointed to the end of the forest, where Chef and Harold were waiting.
Noah replied, "Great. Now all we have to do is survive a kilometer plunge to the ground to get there."
"I think I can do that!" Lindsay was about to jump, but Samuel stopped her just in time.
"So…anyone got any ideas?" Allison asked.
"I've got one: how about you actually do something useful?" Noah shot. "I thought of ideas, Lindsay distracted the birds, Samuel got rid of the bear, and all you do is ask for suggestions!" Noah jabbed a finger in Allison's face. "YOU were the one who wanted teamwork out of us, and YOU are not pulling your weight. That makes you a HYPOCRITE. So I suggest you start PULLING YOUR WEIGHT!"
Allison slumped onto the ground (which was the creature's head) in defeat. "…But I'm not good at much. I used to be pretty, but…" She removed her toque. "Now I'm a FREAK!"
Noah shifted his eyes. "What about singing?"
"Yeah…I'm good at that, but that won't help anything!"
"…Have you ever heard that phrase, 'Music soothes the savage beast'?"
Allison thought for a moment, then slapped her forehead. "Why didn't I think of that before?!" She stood at the front of the creature's head, and its eyes focused up at her.
"Mama, just killed a man…Put a gun against his head, pulled the trigger, and now he's dead…Mama, life has just begun…But now I've gone and thrown it all away…Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry…If I'm not back here tomorrow…Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters…"
Confessionals
Noah sighed. "Yes Allison, choose the song everyone thinks is the best song ever. If I didn't like Bohemian Rhapsody so much, I'd probably jump off that monster's head."
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Ethan wiped his eyes. "Okay, I know I'm supposed to be the cold, cruel evil guy, but…Bohemian Rhapsody is my all-time favorite song!" He proceeded to bawl his eyes out.
"Oh Harold! I love ya, man!" Ethan ran out of the forest and hugged Harold, crying like a baby.
The song ended.
"…Okay, now I hate you again!" Ethan pushed Harold to the ground.
Chef rolled his eyes.
The creature stomped his way through the forest and gently let the Otters off next to Chef.
"Thank you!" Allison waved.
"You're welcome!" The monster waved, wiping away tears as it went back into the forest.
Chris suddenly appeared. "Dude…that thing can TALK?!"
Allison shrugged. "I guess he just needed a little motivation."
"Whatever…THE HOLLERING OTTERS WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"YES!" Noah went out of character by jumping and raising his fist triumphantly.
"Our losing streak is over!" Samuel cheered.
"Yeah…buuuuuuuuuut…" The Otters stopped cheering at Chris' announcement. "Harold and Ethan made it to Chef before you guys did. So, to make things interesting, I'm giving them immunity too."
Ethan's jaw dropped. "WHAT?!!!!! THAT MEANS THAT JERK WILL MAKE THE MERGE!"
"THAT GOES DOUBLE FOR ME!" Harold argued.
Chris chuckled. "And THAT'S what makes it interesting."
Confessionals
Casey sobbed. "Poor Joseph…he's unfit to be in the game! As much as it hurts me…I'm voting him off."
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Ethan jingled his box of gems. "Sorry Mikey, but little wimpy kids that run away screaming from everything don't deserve to make the merge. Harold doesn't either, but that's a whole different story."
Campfire Ceremony…
Chris held his infamous marshmallow platter. "In my hands are six sweet clouds of safety…but THESE sweet clouds of safety are also tickets to the halfway point of the game! The camper who does not receive one must immediately walk the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and never come back…unless you come back tomorrow."
"Lame!" Ethan gave Chris a thumbs-down.
Chris looked annoyed. "Harold and Ethan get the first two marshmallows due to their immunity."
The rivals glared at each other with pure hatred as they grabbed their marshmallows simultaneously.
"Okay…the first REAL marshmallow goes to…Casey."
"Sigh…" Casey fed her marshmallow to Joseph, who had difficulty chewing.
"…Izzy…"
Izzy threw the platter into the air and caught it, catching two marshmallows on it and one in her mouth.
"…Ayami."
"Yayayayayay ayayayayayayay ayayayayayayayay ayayayayayayaya yayayayayayaya yayayayay thankgoodness!"
"Campers…THIS is the final marshmallow." Chris held out the marshmallow in front of Joseph, who was babbling, and Mikey, who was shivering.
Confessionals
"For like three minutes, I was like 'Vote him out, Chris! No, don't vote him out! No, do vote him out!'" Casey sniffled. "That ceremony was torture…"
"The last camper to make the merge is…………………………………………"
"I don't wanna leave!" Mikey whimpered.
"Goopy loopy straws…" Joseph gibbered.
"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Joseph."
Chris threw the marshmallow in Joseph's mouth, causing him to choke. Casey, initially shocked that he got a marshmallow, was delayed in performing the Heimlich maneuver.
Mikey hung his head, while Harold patted it. "Sorry dude."
"…That's okay…I really let the team down today." Mikey slowly got up and walked over to the Dock of Shame.
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"MIKEY!!!!!" Tam waved from the Boat of Losers. He started to run for his life, but she was much faster and caught him.
"Don't be scared, little Mikey…" She hugged him. "I won't let anything hurt you again…"
Mikey just whimpered
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Chef's laugh rang from the Boat of Losers. "Check out the strangest couple since LeShawna and Harold!"
"…But I'm going to KILL THAT CHEF!!!!!" Tam jumped into the boat, and assorted bangs and screams of agony could be heard.
Next time, on Total Drama Action…
The remaining ten campers get a little blast from the past.
_____ patted Chris on the back. "Hey Chris, there are no _____ to mess me up here, right?"
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"Where's _____? I still have unfinished business with him."
And with a high-stakes game of Truth or Dare standing in the way of the best reward ever…
Chris took out an ancient lamp and rubbed it. "A GENIE!" Suddenly, a genie materialized from out of the lamp.
Some campers may say things better left unsaid.
Izzy's smile widened. "Have you lost your virginity to _____?"
_____ twiddled her thumbs. "…Yes…DON'T AIR THIS, THOUGH!"
Who will be the next camper to go? Stay tuned to Total Drama Action!
Author's Notes: The blanks in the preview represent the two returning campers and clues to their identity. I am NOT GIVING THEM AWAY! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA cough cough hack!