"ANOTHER CHALLENGE!" the host chirped as he slammed open the door, giving everybody a rattled wake-up call. Rubbing their eyes, stretching, and yawning, the challengers tried to gather information into their brains as to what was happening. The host was standing right there, a cup of coffee in his left hand, and a timer in his right. That was definitely an odd combination. What could possibly be in store for them today?

The host took a sip from his caffeine-infested drink. "You wanna know what it is, don't you?" The contestants nodded their heads slowly in unison, having no energy for anything whatsoever. "Well, see, the challenge is right now, this minute. I'm going to bring you to a room with an enormous tank of water in it, and I will time you to see how long you can last underwater! This reward is different, however. If you win… you'll get a free break for a day, and you'll also be treated to a special meal! No more deep-fried lettuce or raw Crisco, mind you." That snapped the attention of the contenders, who all stared greedily at each other, determined to win this thing.

"AND… the one who loses, of course, will no longer be eligible to play. That means no million dollars for you! Now come on, my good fellows, while the day is still young!" He marched cheerfully down the halls, and the challengers had no choice but to follow him, excited by the chance to break free for a while.

They soon came across a room that was dimmed, with the only light coming from the humongous aqua tank that held the challenge inside. Of course, there were annoying cameramen, and the host had been given a microphone instead of a coffee cup. "Greetings, fellow people of earth! Nya nya, just kidding. Here today we have our contestants about to do another challenge, the third to be exact. And, like the rest, there will be a vote-off later in the day. But the reward is different. They will get a free day to do whatever they please outside this jail cell, a free meal included at Genevive's Restaurant! That's right, that fancy French one that resides close to here! The loser is no longer eligible to win the prize. He or she will be sent home. Let's just see how they fare underwater, one at a time, and we'll time them to see who can last the longest and who just can't cut it! Ready?" The host approached Banjo first, and said, "You're up first. Give it your best shot, big guy!"

The bear was thinking about how retarded the host was as he walked towards the huge tank of water, climbing the ladder that was present. He gulped. The camera was watching his every move, putting pressure on him as he slowly descended into the cold water, sending a slight shiver up his spine. The host began to shout. "On the count of three, dive dive dive! One… two… three… GO!" Of course, Banjo had no other option but to "dive dive dive!" At first, it didn't seem too hard. All he had to do was lay calmly under the clear liquid, waiting to see how long he could last under there. After about thirty seconds, it proved to be more difficult. He needed to exhale some of that stored carbon dioxide out, creating bubbles that floated and popped at the surface. Forty seconds… he might make it. Fifty seconds… it would be nice to breathe right about now. A minute… head's starting to get dizzy. Seventy seconds… could kill for a gasp of air! Eighty… it's starting to hurt! He could not really last very much longer. Still, he stalled for about five or so minutes, until he popped above the surface, greedily gulping the fresh air that he craved for so long while under there.

"Aha! Ninety-three seconds! That's good!" the host cried, issueing for one of his coworkers to write down the score. "Next up, his cohort Kazooie!"

Of course, the red breegull disliked the water. She shuddered, and made her way towards the menacing tank of water. She couldn't possibly beat ninety-three seconds! Still, she took a deep breath, and attempted what seemed like the impossible. She would long for the air above the water she lay embedded in, nearly choking as the time flew by. She had no clue how long she was under there, since her brain was so lightheaded she couldn't keep track, but when it became unbearable, she burst out of the liquid, taking desperate gasps of air. "Fifty seconds! Oooh, definitely not as good as her friend there!"

The procedure continued like normal, except Weldar had a huge difficulty getting inside the tank, though he actually didn't have to breathe they figured out, so he was disqualified. No punishment was issued, so Weldar was perfectly fine, except he wanted to get away from that stinkhouse for at least a day and stay away from those insane inmates. Boggy nearly floated like a buoy with all that blubber and air stored inside him, and Mr. Pants decided to perform an underwater boogie dance. Nobody paid any attention to him, however, just to be safe. In the end, the results were…

Banjo: 93 seconds

Kazooie: 50 seconds

Bottles: 46 seconds

Jamjars: 70 seconds

Wumba: 62 seconds

Boggy: 102 seconds

Molly: 35 seconds

Bullion Bill: 61 seconds

Mumbo: 45 seconds

Mr. Pants: 32 seconds

"HOLY COW!" the announcer bellowed. "We have our winner, Boggy the polar bear from Hailfire Peaks! Congratulations!" Boggy, if he wore any pants at the moment, would wet them faster than you can say "freedom". He whooped and hollered, also giving his trademark "Wahay!" He would finally get the food he had desired, and he could feel drool seeping from his jowls at the prospect of edible goods.

He was sent away with a few rather beautiful girls to guide him to the limo, and the rest of the contestants eyed him jealously. Of course, the females were only envious because he got to get away from this prison. The host clicked his tongue and shook his head at the dancing stick figure donned only with underpants. "Sorry, buddy. I thought you could actually make it. Well, so long to Mr. Pants, the most worthy contestant of all time." Tears almost flowed from the host's eyes, but nobody cared. They were glad Mr. Pants was gone, and they didn't even have to vote him off to get rid of him. The remaining nine were sent back to their room, with more space than they ever had. It didn't matter to Weldar, however. He was always propped up against the wall anyway to save room.

Later, during the evening, the host swung by to hand out their papers for the third vote-off of the game. Everybody kind of wanted to get rid of a certain individual now that Mr. Pants was gone, so they scratched it down on their papers and handed the forms in for the host. He gleefully snatched them all and hopped off to get a head count.

"Stupid Boggy," Kazooie mumbled. "Why should he get to go to a fancy restaurant while we're stuck in this pig pen?"

"Obviously because fat polar bear have incredibly large stomach, so it also give him incredibly large lungs," Wumba replied with a sigh.

"Darn it, I was so close, too!" Banjo cried. Kazooie edged closer to him.

"Uh… you wouldn't mind bringing me along too if you won, would you?" she asked with a tiny voice hopefully. Banjo sighed and shook his head, forcing them to begin another argument. Before it got too bad, the host popped in again.

"Here are the results!" he stated with a loud voice that echoed across the room.

Banjo: 1

Kazooie:

Bottles:

Jamjars: 1

Wumba:

Mumbo:

Bullion Bill:

Boggy: 5

Weldar: 1

Molly:

"It's quite obvious that when Boggy arrives back, he will have to leave," the host said excitedly. "Five votes! Whew! Now, let's get this show on the road and wait until tomorrow when we break the news to him!" Once again, the contestants were left alone in the room to suffer as they always had. It was going to be a long night.