"Er…hi," Kenny greeted with a weak wave. "My turn to do the intro, I guess. Let's get this over with, shall we? Last time on Total Drama Island…the FINAL TEN, and yes, they told me to shout that, were directed to the gym for a battle-of-the-sexes laser tag game, after some oddly coincidental arguing over the better gender in the mess hall earlier that morning. Some campers were a little…uncoordinated, to say the least, but other go-to gamers or athletes such as Raphael and Laura were able to take the lead."
"It was a time of oh-so awkward love for Raphael and Ashlynn…of loss for the boys… and of reuniting for Thomas and Rachel, for Thomas was the one to walk the Dock of Shame. Now—will Raphael and Ashlynn be able to stay together in the show? How much longer will the queen bee Laura stay? Find out on…um…"
"Don't tell me," a rather familiar voice guessed from off-screen. "The script Chris wrote says to do something like sing the words 'Total Drama Island' at the end?"
Kenny immediately dropped his script in surprise.
"I know that voice…Gwen?" He asked, surprised. The well-known Goth walked towards Kenny.
"In the flesh," she replied, with a nonchalant shrug. "Me and Trent are here…to be guest stars today. We didn't really want to, but you know, stupid contracts."
"Hey!" Trent said pleasantly, walking on screen as well. "You must be Kenny."
"Yeah," Kenny mumbled, turning a little red from meeting one of the first season's most popular. "H…hi."
Gwen glanced at the camera.
"So, Chris too lazy to do the intros now?" She asked.
"Apparently," Kenny chuckled.
"So, where's the rest of the gang at?" Trent questioned, wrapping an arm around Gwen's shoulders. She turned her head and smiled at him.
"Probably at the mess hall," Kenny answered. "It's around breakfast here."
"Ew," Gwen made a face. "Poor guys."
"We're used to it," Kenny laughed. "We've certainly been here a while."
"Yup," Trent agreed. "We've been watching you guys."
"Rooting for anyone in particular?" questioned Kenny.
"Anyone but Laura," Gwen growled. "Another backstabbing manipulative queen bee—that's just what the world needs." She rolled her eyes.
"Ah, maybe today will be the day for her elimination," Kenny said pleasantly.
"Just gotta be hopeful, I suppose," Trent sighed. "So, you said the mess hall, right?" Kenny nodded. "All right…let's go, then!"
Trent and Gwen made their over to the end of the dock. But then, Trent fell in the hole left by Satine two episodes ago, and in an attempt to pull himself back up, ended up pushing both Gwen and Kenny into the lake as well.
"Gah!" Gwen shouted, as she popped her head up from the lake water. "We're not even on this show anymore Trent, and you're still prone to injuries here!"
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The two guest stars and Kenny walked into the mess hall to the other campers, wet, but at least sort of somewhat happy.
"EEE!" Satine squealed. "Gwen! Trent! You guys were totally my favorite from last year."
"Ow…ears…" Riley groaned. "Tone down the squealing, please."
"Darn it!" Doe shouted. Everyone turned to stare at her in surprise, (or slight annoyance), and she blushed. "I just mean, you know…I was kind of hoping for Courtney and Duncan. But, you guys are cool too! Seriously!" She held up two thumbs up.
"So, do you guys have a good challenge in store for us?" Ashlynn asked.
"One that doesn't involve mindless electric shocks? Twice is enough," muttered Raphael, his hair still a little frizzy from last challenge.
"What, wasn't that little twist 'shocking' enough?" Effie giggled.
"Aw Effie," Allister groaned. "Did you have to go with the puns?"
"Today's a three part challenge," Trent told the campers. "It's centered on music!"
"And for those who have no musical talent…?" Laura questioned, a hand and an eyebrow raised.
"We finally found something she's bad at!" Kenny whooped. "Yes!"
"I wasn't talking about me," Laura replied, smirking. "I was just talking in general. Leave it to creepy Goth girl to think of an incredibly vague challenge."
"And leave it to stupid prep girl to not even think of original insults," retaliated Gwen.
"I learn from the best," Laura sneered.
"You mean the worst," Gwen corrected.
"Ladies, ladies!" Riley comforted, stepping in between the two fighting gals. "How about a truce? Both of you are creepy in your own special way. How's that?"
"You remind me of someone Riley," Trent remarked.
"Like, a clone of Duncan?" Gwen snickered.
"Nuh-uh-uh!" Riley protested. "There's one major difference…"
"And that would be?" Gwen prompted.
"Well, I'm much more awesome…"
"Yup, he's the new Duncan alright," Trent laughed.
"Have you guys heard anything from the real Duncan?" Doe asked hopefully. "Or even better, from my sister Courtney?"
"Me and Courtney weren't exactly 'best buds'…" Gwen said dryly. "As for Duncan, I haven't heard much from him either. From what I've heard from Bridgette though about them…" Doe jumped up and down excitedly, "Their challenge involves the word 'princess' apparently. That's doesn't give away a lot though."
"Asides from the fact that it's probably centered around Courtney?" Raphael guessed.
"Meh. Probably." Just then, Gwen's phone rang. With Gwen curious and the season two campers pretty certain who it was, the Goth flipped it open.
"You don't see US giving away YOUR challenges! GAH!" Courtney's voice shouted angrily before the CIT hung up and a dial tone was emitted from the cell phone. Doe buried her head in her hands, trying to muffle her laughter.
"You're sister's probably even more insane than Effie," Allister commented to Doe. "You know that, right?"
"But of course!" Doe grinned. "That's why I love her so much!" She bumped fists with Effie. "And that's why we're best buds!"
"The craziness is quite contagious!" Effie hooted.
"She's got a point," Raphael chuckled as he rubbed his temples. "I'm starting to feel pretty insane myself…" Ashlynn elbowed him playfully.
"Insane enough to win this challenge?" questioned the brunette.
"Hopefully," Raphael replied. "I can play the piano nicely."
"I can dance!" Doe squealed, jumping on the table and doing a little jig.
"Kazooooo!" Effie squealed, referring to the familiar purple metal instrument.
"I play the guitar…" Allister mumbled, slightly embarrassed at this previously unknown fact.
"I sing alright," Riley mused, shrugging.
"Er…flute-player," Satine said sheepishly.
"That's great!" Trent said cheerfully. "If that's the case then…follow us to the stage for part one of the challenge!"
"And before you blame us for anything…" Gwen said cautiously. "This part was not our idea."
"Great," Allister said sarcastically. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
Gwen and Trent left without answering, as did the other eight contestants.
"I wasn't talking to myself!" Allister yelled, before rolling his eyes and exiting the mess hall as well.
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"Wow…" Raphael remarked, kicking the giant box of clothes in front of him with his foot. "How are we supposed to find anything in this?"
"Like I said, not our idea…" Gwen sighed. "Lindsay heard what we were doing, and begged us to put this in here."
"It won't be an actual 'part' of the challenge…" Trent continued. "But they're specific outfits in here for you guys and if you take them off you get disqualified."
"Everything's…relatively modest, right?" Satine mumbled.
"Pretty much," Chris said, walking up towards the group of campers. He glared at Trent and Gwen. "Way to get started without me, guys."
"We were hoping you wouldn't show," Gwen grinned.
"So campers," Chris continued, ignoring the Goth. "Put on your outfits! They all have your nametags on them, don't worry, you can take those off once you have the clothes on. And once you have them on…strut in on the stage from behind the curtains so that all the viewing audience can see your concert clothes!"
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Effie was the first one out—being out in just a matter of seconds.
"Wow," Gwen said, surprised. "I guess crazy girls can change at the speed of light, huh?"
"Maaaybe!" Effie giggled. "And this outfit is so cool!" Effie was wearing a black denim skirt with a green long sleeved shirt. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail—and she wore black combat boots along with a bunch of glittery rings on her fingers. Effie's favorite part of the outfit was two black plastic Gothic bat wings that rested on her back.
"Rawr!" Effie continued. "Is it a bird? No! Is it a plane? Nuh-uh! It's…SUPER EFFIE WITH BAT WINGS!" She ran around the stage a few times, attempted to fly with her new 'wings', fell on her face, and tried several more times.
"Alright, guess I'm next…" sighed Riley, as he reluctantly walked on stage. He was dressed in a stylish Italian suit. His hair was gelled in spikes that weren't quite as messy as his original hair. "We're in the great outdoors and I'm wearing a suit. That's just wrong."
"You better like it," Trent chuckled. "It sure cost us—or I should say, Chris—a boatload of cash."
"What?!" Chris shouted. "I didn't approve of any expensive suits!"
"Too late, host-man," laughed Gwen. "Next!"
"This is not my style," Laura hissed. "I hate this outfit so much it's taking me all of my willpower just not to rip it off right now."
"Mental images!" Gwen wailed.
Laura was wearing baggy ripped khakis that covered her feet, and a white tank short-sleeved shirt along with it. She wore a red beanie atop her head.
"Not exactly digging the skater-chick get-up?" Chris snickered. "Either way, get ready for the next contestant to show her new outfit…Ashlynn!"
Ashlynn sighed and tugged at the end of her elbow-length black finger gloves. She wore a red and black checkered skirt, and a white collared shirt. Her brown hair was a bit messier then norm, and the skirt she wore had a titled black leather belt. To top it all off, she had thick black eyeliner on.
"Nice!" Trent complemented. "Kind of rocker chick-y…Lindsay sure has a variety of fashion tastes."
"It's alright," Ashlynn mumbled. "It reminds me a bit too much of my school uniform though."
As she hopped off the stage, her boyfriend (A.N. Yes, I can finally call him her boyfriend, XD) Raphael was not quite as keen on showing everybody his new outfit.
"You coming, Raphael?" questioned Ashlynn.
"I'm not doing this," was the stifled reply.
"Oh come on," Ashlynn laughed. "How bad can it be?"
Raphael stomped onto stage, and Ashlynn could barely hold in her laughter. Raphael was wearing a black hoodie with red flames decorated on it. The band name 'DISTURBED' was written on the front. He was also no longer wearing his glasses, as the outfit given to him provided him with contacts.
"Don't…say…a word…" threatened Raphael. Ashlynn ignored him. Hey, you could probably view it as payback for the laser tag shooting.
As Ashlynn rolled on the ground shaking with laughter, Satine walked onto stage. Her modesty wish had been granted. She wore a cute pink lacy kimono with a complementary umbrella to go with it. The kimono was decorated with the illustrations of white petals.
"That's pretty!" Gwen told the shy one, who blushed in response, and walked down the steps of the stage.
Allister strutted, if you can say a guy strutted, next onto stage. He wore a fedora that was tilted over one of his eyes. Along with that, he wore a red buttoned collared shirt and black dress pants. He waved a fancy-looking cane at those already sitting in their outfits.
"Classy," commented Chris.
"Thanks," Allister chuckled. "I like the hat, at least."
Doe walked on next. She wore a one-strapped baby blue tank top, a black denim sleeveless and open vest, and black shorts. Along with that, she wore millions of bangles on her arms and cherry-red lipstick.
"Jingle-jingle!" She sang, rustling all the bracelets on her arms. 'Man alive, these are cool. Can I keep these when this challenge is over?"
"Sure," Gwen replied.
"Sweet!" Riley said from the sidelines. He pointed to his suit. "I'm selling this baby!"
"And this'll be going in the trash," Raphael grumbled, glaring at his hoodie as if it had just insulted him.
"Aw…does it have to?" Ashlynn whined. "I think it's cute on you."
Confession Cam: The Diary of Ja—er, Ashlynn
"On second thought, maybe I'll keep it," Raphael said sheepishly.
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Kenny was the last to come on. He wore a pair of headphones around his neck, an orange shirt with a white sleeveless hoodie over it, and blue jeans.
"How come he gets the casual wear?" Raphael complained.
"Hey—it's still music related. I mean, there are headphones there at least," Allister chuckled.
"Well, that part's over…" Trent mused.
"Thank God," sighed Gwen.
"Now, let's get started on the real first part of the challenge!" Chris said cheerfully.
"You've got to be kidding me," Ashlynn growled.
"'Fraid not!" Chris cackled. "Follow me campers to the edge of the forest!"
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"Now…" Chris continued, once he and the final remaining nine campers were at the forest. He started to hand out maps to each of the campers. "These maps show you where a certain musical instrument is. It should lead you to the one that corresponds to your musical talents."
He paused. The campers exchanged glances, and then glared at the host.
"What?" The host asked, irritated.
"You're not telling us something…" Doe accused.
"Again," Laura added, rolling her eyes.
"Nope," Chris assured them, flashing them a toothpaste commercial grin. "No catch. In fact, the instruments aren't even hard to get. Just find 'em, grab 'em, and bring 'em back here! Easy as that! In fact, a tad boring!"
"If you say so," Kenny sighed.
"On the count of three…" Chris announced. "One…two…three!" He shot a flare gun up into the air, and nearly hit one of the trees.
"Nice going," Ashlynn said sarcastically.
"Just move already!" The host ordered. The nine campers scrambled into the forest.
"Why did you bring us here if you were going to do most of the rule-giving for us?" Gwen asked wryly.
"Evil host, remember?" Chris snickered. "Besides, you two are good for ratings…go make out or something."
Gwen smacked him upside the head.
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In a little less than an hour, most all campers returned to the three challenge administrators. All of them had their musical objects in their hands.
"You got a microphone?" Trent asked Kenny, who nodded in response. "But we already have one back at the stage…" As Kenny slapped his forehead, Gwen glared at Chris.
"Evil host!" Chris reminded her in a sing-song voice.
"So Kenny got a microphone…" Doe said slowly. "And I was able to get a whole karaoke machine?" She gestured towards the machine at her feet. Kenny slapped his forehead…again.
"You're better of than me!" Laura growled, facing Kenny. "I got an extension cord! How does that even relate to music?"
"You could use it for the microphone!" Chris replied.
"Like the microphone you already have back at stage?" Kenny grunted.
"Exactly!" Chris grinned.
"Hey…" Laura said suddenly. "Where's nerdling?"
"You mean Raphael?" Ashlynn corrected irritably.
"That's what I said," Laura replied, smirking. Ashlynn clenched his teeth.
"Good question…" Allister mumbled. "Where is he?"
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"I…hate…moving…pianos…" Raphael panted, as he kept pushing his incredibly heavy grand piano in the forest inch by inch. "How'd they even get this thing in the forest?!"
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"Should I go look for him?" Ashlynn asked, feeling concerned.
"I don't know if you can…" Doe mumbled. "After all, the challenge isn't over yet, right?"
"Right," Trent agreed. "He'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?"
"Well, that was there one time with Cody and the bear…" Effie rambled. Ashlynn whimpered, and Doe patted her shoulder comfortingly.
"Either way…let's go to the next part of the challenge!" Chris announced.
"Don't you care at all?!" Allister snapped at the host. The others eyed him.
"Right…" he sighed. "Stupid question, wasn't it?"
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"I knew this was too easy!" Laura groaned. She and seven of the other campers stood at a large gravel pathway. Shooting up from the gravel periodically were jets of flames. "Chris, I hate you!"
"Seconded," Satine groaned, glancing the long trail of her kimono behind her. "Can I skip out from this?" She asked, fingering her flute.
"Nope!" Chris replied. "In fact…you can go first!" He edged Satine to the beginning of the pathway. Satine gulped, took a step forward and…
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"Maybe I can just take a break…" sighed Raphael. He leaned against the piano. "Just resting my eyes…"
He instantly slapped himself.
"You really are going insane. Don't fall asleep in the middle of the Wawanakwa forest! Great. Not to mention, I'm talking to myself. That's…sign two…of insanity…"
He dozed off.
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"I made it!" Satine gasped, clutching her barely charred dress at the end of the pathway.
"That's really good for you…" Trent sighed. "But while you were screaming and waving your arms frantically, you dropped your flute."
The musician gestured towards the silver wind instrument laying somewhere near the middle of the path.
"Well…" Satine mumbled. "Maybe I can still grab--"
FWOOSH. A gigantic flame sprung up and enveloped the small instrument completely.
"Scratch that," Satine squeaked in a rather high-pitched voice.
Doe decided to go next. She lugged her karaoke machine close to the path, and then, swinging around rapidly in circles, she chucked the machine high in the air. It went zooming over the path—and while it was doing so—she ran past all the flames towards the other side. With a smug grin, she caught the heavy machine in her arms.
"Oh yeah!" Doe bragged. "Who has mad skills? Doe has mad skills!" She did a victory dance for herself.
Effie passed as well—clutching her kazoo in her teeth and passing the path of flames effortlessly. She and Doe exchanged a new secret hand shake.
"That was actually pretty fun, running through there!" Effie squealed.
"Er…Effie?" Doe mumbled.
"Yeah?"
"Your hair is on fire."
Effie laughed nervously.
"Oh," she said, and jumped into the nearest source of water.
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Raphael awoke to the sound of someone, or something, playing Mozart. He slowly opened his eyes, and could've sworn a bear was crouched in front of him, playing his piano with his claws.
"You're quite good…" he murmured, still half-asleep.
Then, the fact that there was a bear in front of him registered, and he jumped up screaming.
The bear glanced at him, and then the piano. It seemed to almost shrug, and nudged the piano casually with its nose.
"I must be dreaming!" Raphael groaned. He slapped himself. "Okay. Not dreaming." The bear continued nudging the piano, and wondering what the hell he was doing, Raphael went over and started pushing it as well.
"Why do I feel the urge to make conversation with a bear?" he wondered to himself.
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Allister was the only other one of the remaining four campers to successfully get his electric guitar over to the other side.
"Not like we lost much," Kenny amended. And that much was true. Kenny lost his unneeded microphone; Laura lost her useless extension cord, Ashlynn lost a recorder she no longer knew how to play, and Riley lost a wire. He wasn't really sure what it was for.
"One more challenge part left!" Trent announced. He stuck his tongue out at Chris. "Looks like I beat you to it."
"Raphael still isn't here!" Ashlynn cried.
"He'll be fine!" Doe insisted. "Raphael's a smart guy!"
"He's not very athletic though," Ashlynn groaned.
"Or social," Laura added.
"Or brave," Riley muttered.
"Not helping!" Ashlynn snorted, rolling her eyes.
"Well, either way, let's go back to the stage once again for the final part of your challenge…because you will be putting on a presentation for us three judges!" Chris announced. He stuck his tongue out at Trent. "Beat you to it that time."
"Since not all of you have instruments…"
"A wire is not an instrument!" Riley shouted.
"That's beside the point!" Chris replied. "Anyhow, the people entertaining us will be…Allister! Doe! And Effie! You have an hour to come up an awesome act involving your musical…thing!"
"Hey," Riley whispered, leaning over to Doe. "Would you let me sing with you with your karaoke machine, to split invincibility?"
"Why would I?" Doe replied. It wasn't angry; she just wasn't sure why she should.
"Well…for one thing, two people would be more impressive then one. And…you have my word that I won't vote for you for the rest of the show. And…I'll vote for whoever you want me to vote for."
Doe paused, and then smiled.
"It's a deal."
The two shook hands.
"Oh crap," Riley groaned.
"What is it?" questioned Doe.
"Well, for one thing your machine is missing. Who else could it be besides…" he gestured towards the queen bee herself. "Laura?"
"Laura!" Doe shouted. "Give that back!"
"Give what back?" Laura asked innocently, hugging Doe's karaoke machine to her chest. "I never took anything."
"Chris!" Doe growled. "She stole that from me!"
"Hm…" Chris pretended to think about it. "I don't think I saw anything like that. Are you sure she didn't have it the whole time?"
"Stop playing favoritism with the mean girl!" Gwen shouted. "Laura stole that from Doe!"
"No evidence, no go," Chris replied. He turned to Doe. "Sorry, bra."
Doe stomped her heels in frustration, and Riley leaned down to say quickly—
"I know someone else who has a karaoke machine. If Laura can play cheats, we can too."
Doe grinned.
"Mr. Fox, I like the way you think!"
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Raphael and the bear finally made it to the edge of the forest.
"Um…thank you," Raphael said awkwardly after some time. "I…couldn't have done it without you."
Raphael could've sworn the bear saluted him.
"So long," Raphael said quickly. "I need to find the other campers to tell them I was able to grab the piano. Thanks again!"
The bear sniffled, and nodded.
Confession Cam: Yeah. This is just a little too odd.
"All I wanted was a friend…" the bear sniffled, speaking in subtitles. "Is that so wrong?!"
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"You could've told me it was Chef we were stealing from!" Doe hissed. Riley shrugged.
"You didn't ask!" he replied.
The two edged towards the mess hall, where they found Chef reading a magazine with a pony on the cover. Doe raised an eyebrow, but decided against speaking more. She turned her head, and saw the karaoke machine in the corner. Nudging Riley, the two made their way over to the corner.
Unfortunately, that was just when Chef found them.
"What are you two up to?" He growled.
"Um…" Doe said nervously. "We were kind of hoping…we could maybe use that karaoke machine there?"
"NO!" Chef barked. "THIS IS MY MACHINE!"
"Chef--" Doe pleaded.
"MY MACHINE!" Chef interrupted. Riley crossed his arms and grinned.
"Whose machine?" he questioned.
"MY MACHINE!"
Doe glared at Riley.
"How is that helpful?!"
Riley chuckled, and then said the first thing that came to his mind—
"Look! Over there! A pony!" Chef turned his head, and Riley grabbed the karaoke machine, heading out the door as fast as humanely possible. Doe followed, and the two ran out just in time.
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Allister, who was feeling incredibly nervous, fidgeted on his stool and tuned his electric guitar. The panel of judges—Chris, Trent, and Gwen, sat in front of him.
"Any time you're ready," Trent told him. Allister nodded. He was ready. Just as soon as he stopped sweating. With one quick sigh, he began hitting a few chords on the guitar, and started singing. His voice was good, but a bit too quiet and rough.
"What has come over me? What madness taken hold of my heart? To run away, the only answer. Pulling me away to run upon my sight. So now recovering… sweet shadow taking hold of the light, another day has been devoured, calling me away, bringing the question: Why? For saving me from all they've taken…let my armor fall again… giving me the strength to face them…"
"Feeling it taking over…now! On a path to take it all away…there can be no better way of knowing! In a world beyond controlling! Are you going to deny the savior In front of your eyes? Stare into the night! Power beyond containing… Are you going to remain a slave for the rest of your life? Give into the night!" He decided to stop at one verse and one chorus, since he was feeling a little too rusty to complete a full song.
However, he received tons of cheers for his efforts.
"Yo man!" Chris said cheerfully. "That was hot! You were rocking that song!"
"It…was amazing!" Trent agreed. "You were very powerful!"
"The original was much better," Gwen said grumpily. "Hearing a remix with just the guitar was just the worst bloody thing I had to listen to!"
"I swear I've seen this kind of judging before," Ashlynn mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
Ignoring that, the judges held up their scores. It was eight points from Chris, eight points from Trent, and three from Gwen.
"Next is the queen bee…Laura!"
Laura marched up to stage, looking smug as ever. She turned on the music from her karaoke machine, grabbed the given microphone and starting singing. Her voice was, unfortunately, very good.
"Step back gonna come at ya fast! I'm driving out of control, and getting ready to crash! Won't stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot, so suck it down like a man! So baby yes I know what I am and no I don't give a damn and you'll be loving it, ah… some days I'm a super bitch!"
"You got that right!" Effie hollered. Laura ignored this and continued singing. "Up to my old tricks! But it won't last forever. Next day I'm your super girl! Out to save the world and it keeps gettin' better!"
After she finished, she bowed, and grinned. After a judging remarkably similar to the last one—Chris held up a ten, Trent (not wanting to be bias) held up a ten as well, and Gwen (who couldn't care less if she was bias) held up a zero.
"That's nineteen for Allister's rendition of 'The Night' by Disturbed, and that's an unfortunate twenty points for the annoying Laura, for her choice of 'Keeps Getting Better' by, and this is making me sick, Christina Aguilera," Gwen announced, glancing at the camera. She turned to Trent and Chris and grinned. "There. I beat you both to it."
Effie was up next. She held out her kazoo, nodded solemnly, and started playing.
It was beautiful. The judges and the audience laughed, cried, and at the end, Effie managed to get an amazing score of twenty-five points.
"Never underestimate the power of the kazoo!" Effie squealed, as she ran off stage.
"Well…" Chris mused, after some time. "I guess that's everybo--"
"WAIT!" shouted three different voices. From the left came Doe and Riley, holding a karaoke machine, and from the right came Raphael.
"What took you so long?" Ashlynn exclaimed, running over to Raphael to hug him. "I was scared witless! What happened to you?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you…" replied Raphael.
"We have…a karaoke machine too!" Doe gasped, as she lugged the karaoke machine over to Chris.
"Well…I'd hate to contradict myself…so what the hey? Give it your best shot, Doe!"
"And I'd like Riley to sing with me!" Doe added quickly. Chris quirked an eyebrow, but shrugged. The two of them ran over to begin their song. Doe flipped the karaoke music on, and the two started singing. They appeared to be doing a scene of sorts—Riley was in one corner, fiddling with what appeared to be a broken microphone, and Doe was watching uncertainly.
"The samples won't delay, but the cable," she murmured, singing.
"There's another way. Say something – anything," Riley instructed. Doe sighed and leaned into a different mike.
"Test, one, two three…" she muttered.
"Anything but…that," Riley snorted, rolling his eyes. Doe fidgeted, and made her way over to Riley with a frown.
"This is weird," she said plainly.
"It's weird," Riley agreed.
"Very weird…" Doe sighed.
"Frickin' weird!" Riley smirked. Doe glared at him, and turned away.
"I'm so mad, that I don't know what to do!" She growled. "Fighting with microphones, freezing down to my bones, and to top it all off? I'm with you!" Riley seemed unfazed at the insults, and merely continued his work from on top a small step.
"Feel like going insane, got a fire in your brain, and you're thinking of drinking gasoline?" he guessed.
"As a matter of fact," Doe chuckled.
"Honey I know this act!" Riley interrupted. "It's called—the Tango Satine!"
"Did he just say my name?" a half asleep Satine asked.
"I think he did…" Ashlynn replied, a small grin forming on her face.
"The Tango Satine!" Riley continued. "It's a dark dizzy, merry go round! As she keeps you dangling…"
"You're wrong!" Doe growled.
"You're heart she is mangling…"
"It's different, with me!" Doe insisted.
"And you toss and you turn, cause her cold eyes can burn—yet you yearn and you churn and rebound!"
"I think I know what you mean…" Doe sighed.
"The Tango Satine!" They finished in unison. To cut the time of the song, they finished there. However, since the music continued, they danced the tango for the remainder of the time. Doe was an outstanding dancer, and even though Riley wasn't quite as good, they two managed to put on an impressive display.
The two got some great applause, and Doe said quickly in the microphone—
"Sorry Satine!" She laughed. "You're name rhymed with the original name and we couldn't resist!" Poor Satine had her bright red head buried in her hands from the attention.
"Her cold eyes can burn?" Chris repeated, stifling a laugh. "Nice. I give you guys a ten."
"Ten," agreed Trent.
"Nine," said Gwen. She grinned. "If not just to beat Laura."
Doe and Riley grinned and high-fived each other.
"The rest of you!" Chris said, turning on the others. "Meet me at the campfire!"
"I didn't even get to do anything…" Raphael groaned. "Friggin' piano!"
"That's too bad!" Chris told him.
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"I'm going to do this quick," Gwen said, holding out a plate of marshmallows. "Because Chris is in the bathroom. Let's get going, shall we? Allister. Kenny. Laura. Effie. Satine. Doe and Riley, of course."
The remaining two campers were Ashlynn and Raphael.
"Huh," Chris remarked, as he jogged over to the campfire. "That's interesting."
Commercial Break!
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Ashlynn and Raphael held each other's hands, smiling weakly at each other.
"So the time has come!" Chris mused. "Who will be going home tonight? The final marshmallow goes to…
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Ashlynn." The brunette sighed and grabbed her treat. Facing Raphael, she closed her eyes.
"So long Ashlynn," Raphael said softly.
"I'm hoping if I open my eyes, I'll just be dreaming this," Ashlynn chuckled weakly. She opened her eyes, and seeing Raphael still in front of her, she sighed.
"Come on, cheer up!" Raphael said pleasantly. "I bet you can win the whole thing…and just because I can…" Raphael quickly leaned forward and kissed Ashlynn on the lips.
After a few seconds, they pulled away blushing.
"Alright then!" Raphael sighed as he turned to the final eight. "Good luck to you all. I'll go ahead and enjoy myself at the Playa de Losers."
As the Boat of Losers pulled up, Raphael began walking towards the Dock of Shame. He got high-five from Effie, Kenny and Riley and a sympathetic pat on the shoulder from Doe.
Confession Cam: One last chance
"I don't have too many regrets about leaving…" Raphael murmured. "I got to meet Ashlynn, who is just so amazing…I'm glad I made up with Riley at least…and I made it this far. I even befriended a bear. What am I not to be happy about? And you know what else? I haven't even been hit by a dodge ball for a whi--"
Smack. A dodge ball whapped him right in the face, and as Raphael irritably pulled it away, his serene expression was replaced by a relatively ticked off one.
"Okay, screw this, I'm out of here. Good night, everybody."
Static!
"The little dude had mad skills!" Doe exclaimed. "He was totally more then a threat than Laura!"
More static!
"I was just voting with Doe," Riley said shrugging. "Hey, I might be arrogant and conceited but I stick to my word."
Even more static!
"Well, Riley convinced me…" Allister admitted.
Static for the fourth time!
"As much as I wanted Doe off, I could settle with the little nerdling's girlfriend…she bugs me too, you know," Laura said snobbishly.
Static for the fifth time!
"I voted for Effie, I thought her craziness would be a pretty big threat…" Ashlynn sighed. "Bad mistake."
Final static!
"I'm gonna miss that guy," the bear sighed, shaking his head and speaking in subtitle's again.
Who voted for whom?
Raphael—Laura
Ashlynn—Riley
Doe—Raphael
Allister—Raphael
Laura—Ashlynn
Riley—Raphael
Satine—Ashlynn
Effie—Raphael
Kenny—Laura
Ashlynn: Two votes
Laura: Two votes
Riley: One vote
Raphael: Four votes
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"Well, at least we didn't pick too dangerous of a challenge…" Gwen said, smiling as she and Trent walked down the dock together later that night.
"It's the least we can do for these campers," Trent chuckled. Chris was trailing behind them, reluctantly dragging all the instruments along with. The two teens had to take the instruments back with them.
"Nothing dangerous? That's boring…" Chris grumbled. He poked Allister's guitar and sighed. "So no rigged explosives or anything?"
"For the least time no!" Gwen growled. "Why do you keep think that we--"
All of a sudden, all of the instruments caught on fire. Trent did a quick face palm.
"Since when did your show stop obeying the laws of physics?" Gwen shouted, as she reached for the fire extinguisher for the numerous on-fire instruments.
"Well, whatever makes good TV makes good TV!" Chris grinned. "So…why haven't you two made out yet on camera?"
Gwen smacked him upside the head. Again.
"Thanks for guest-starring…it was a blast…" Chris hiccupped as he lay face down on the dock. Gwen smirked.
"Glad to be of service," Trent remarked as he helped Gwen onto the boat and the two sped off, laughing at the host all the way.
(A.N.) Yup. Against my better judgment I decided to do a music challenge.
Apologies to Sonowa for giving Raphael the boot, (I know he had fans, I liked him too!) And it IS kind of bad timing considering you just booted off Connie…unintentional though, really. Like I said, I already had the whole elimination process mapped out.
Good night, everyone!
Oh yeah, just quickly...the songs in the order they appeared are...
"The Night" by Disturbed (AWESOME song!)
"Keeps Getting Better" by Christina Aguilera (Bleh...)
"Tango Maureen" from the musical Rent.