Total Drama Returns
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Noah914—Best chapter yet? Really? Aww, shucks. Personally, I think these last few chapters have not been up to my usual quality. I feel that there will be just so much more material once the merge comes around. And there's quite the surprise at the Final 15. You'll see.
colbyleebrown—Ezzy's possible, but right now, it's more of a crazy friendship, where both of them are kind of delusional. They would pair up in a challenge, but they're on separate teams. Though perhaps they could compete against each other.
Jack Dupree—Cool. Don't know if you're at this chapter yet, but if you are, I guess you stayed true to your word.
Nagasha—Uh-oh. I don't want people roaring for my blood! Wait a minute. You're roaring for my blood, too? I love the Kobold Necromancer! I truly do! I thought it would just work for breaking the fourth wall at that moment. But it seems you're the only one roaring for my blood, so I guess people understood it was not a hateful remark to the legendary author. Either that, or people just didn't roar for my blood because my fanfiction isn't popular enough to be flamed. Probably the ladder. But anyways, my apologies if I truly enraged you, I didn't think someone would get angry. If it's any consolation, I am very grateful that you review more consistently than many others.
The Slasher—Geoff will get better. It's just a matter of time. And yeah, Ezekiel is funny, not only in my fanfiction, but in almost anything.
PS2wizard—I also don't know if you're at this chapter yet. Anyways, glad you like the love triangle.
Yman—Noah might get the better of Trent someday, but for now, it looks like he's on the bottom. Wow, I guess people like Ezekiel.
gwenfan—Hey, the guy's a villain. He's gotta be mean.
*blank*- Thanks. And there will be Trentney moments :)
Day 6 Part 3—Chapter 21: Battle of the BFFs
Izzy: Aye, matey, let us joust! (She starts jabbing at Gwen's face with her poisonous frog skewer.)
Gwen: Can you stop, and start cooking? Everybody's already started!
Izzy: I wonder how far I can stick this thing up my nose? (Gwen groans and slaps her hand to her forehead.)
Gwen: You know what, Izzy? You do what you want.
Izzy: Cool! (She runs off)
Gwen: Oh no. Who knows what she went to do?
Trent (from across the table): You know, you really should put a leash on that thing.
Gwen: Nobody needs your unnecessary commentary, Trent!
Noah (slapping Trent on the back): And you should get cooking, bub.
Trent (holding up their sack of mushrooms): How am I even supposed to cook these?
Noah (sarcastically): Hmm… I dunno, maybe by taking it and putting it on a stove? Unless you don't know what "cooking" means.
Trent: Fine. (Trent walks over to the stove, and flicks it on. Immediately, it explodes in his face. His hair on fire and his face scorched, he turns to Chris.) What was the point of that?
Chris: What do you mean? That's a quality stove you just destroyed!
Trent: All I did was turn it on!
Chris: Oh. Well that's your problem.
Trent: Oh, come on! (Meanwhile, Harold is looking at the giant jellyfish on his plate in wonder.)
Harold: *sigh*… This brings back memories of the markets I used to visit in Chinatown. Roasted eel, crocodile legs, cat stomachs…
Ezekiel: Shhh! The trainer needs absolute silence if he is to succeed. (He is standing over the jellyfish, I knife drawn.) The trainer sees a wild Tentacool! But can he catch it?
Harold: Ezekiel, please stop—
Ezekiel: Shhh! The trainer takes a step forward, and then… HE STRIKES! (He hurls the knife downward, and pierces the very center of the jellyfish. A gush of poison and gunk shoots up, and it almost hits Harold's face.)
Harold: It was already dead!
Ezekiel: But now it's mine ta keep, eh! (He stuffs the jellyfish in his pants) Safe keeping.
Harold: I have to eat that!
Ezekiel: Not noo, ya don't! (Bridgette is watching all this in horror.)
Bridette (to Sierra): Do you see that? (She beckons to Ezekiel, who still has the jellyfish stuffed in his pants.) I have to go on a date with that man!
Sierra (beads of sweat on her face): Please, can you stop talking? I'm trying to cook an extremely poisonous lock of nightshade, here! (With a long butcher's knife, she is chopping it into tiny pieces. Every time she does this, a thin stream of poison shoots out.)
Bridgette: Oops. Sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?
Sierra: Stop complaining about the date, and just go with it!
Bridgette: But Geoff… (She looks over at the party dude, and sees that he has his hat pulled over his entire face.) I feel so bad for him!
Sierra: Like you said, it's just as friends. You can just tell Geoff.
Bridgette: Yeah, you're right! Thanks, Sierra!
Sierra: Don't mention it. (Meanwhile, at the Screaming Ivy table, Courtney and Chef are bickering nonstop)
Courtney: I refuse to eat fettuccine uncooked! It is against my moral principles!
Chef: Bitch, shut your yappin'! You're lucky I even got something that aint poisonous!
Courtney: You know what? I don't care! Now go get some boiling water, and COOK MY PASTA!
Chef: No way, girl! I aint doin' anything for you! You aint never done anything for me!
Courtney: Hmm… How about if I offer you a piece of my one hundred thousand dollars, when I win?
Chef: How much?
Courtney: Hmm… a cent, is that good for you?
Chef: A cent? Is that a lot?
Courtney: Oh, yeah. It's enough money for you to get out of this stupid show and start your own career as a ballet dancer!
Chef: Really? Though actually, I'm more into figure skating, now.
Courtney: Then you can become a figure skater! You can be whatever you want to be, Chef! Now… COOK MY PASTA!
Chef: Fine. But I aint takin' orders from you every episode, you got that?
Courtney: Whatever. Now do it. (Chef grabs the fettuccine noodles, and walks off.)
Confession Cam
Chef: You might think me a wimp for takin' orders from prissy girl, but I know that I need to find a way to get a chunk of the money. And I'm getting' a cent! Now how about that? I aint no idiot, that for sure.
Harold: I just have to say this to Georgina, who is somewhere in the dark recesses of Ezekiel's drawer, most likely. I MISS YA, BABE! PLEASE COME HOME!
End of Confessionals
Katie: Are you sure you're doing it right? (She is watching Sadie, who is preparing the giant scorpion to eat.)
Sadie: Trust me, Katie, this is, like, a walk in the park for me.
Katie: Sure it is. You're probably going to get me killed, you know that?
Sadie: Then maybe you would stop complaining!
Katie: You're fat.
Sadie: Why would you just randomly say that?
Katie: I don't know. Just felt like I should remind you.
Sadie: OMG, you really are a bitch!
Katie: Whatever, loser. (Across the table, DJ is still getting mauled by the bunny.)
DJ: Gah! Geoff, man, you gotta help me! (However, Geoff is too busy moping) Fine! I guess I just have to do this myself! (DJ grabs onto the table for support, and rips the bunny off of his own head. Taking it in his arms, he walks outside.)
DJ: Run free, little rabbit! I could never hurt you! (He drops it on the ground. The bunny starts to hop away, but a vulture swoops down, grabs it in its claws, and flies off.)
DJ: NOOOO! (Chris comes up behind him and pats him on the back.)
Chris: Awww… it'll be okay, DJ.
DJ: R-r-really?
Chris: Nope! Because now you're out of the challenge! (He walks off, laughing. When he gets inside, he looks at the pairs, who are still cooking.) You have fifteen minutes left, people!
Beth: But we're not even close to being done!
Chef: Oh, don't worry about the Elder Granola Bar. No cooking required. All you have to do is take a bite. (He grins evilly)
Lindsay: Really? Cool!
Chef: Yep. (He winks at her.)
Courtney: Can you stop flirting with the girls over there? My pasta's burning!
Chef (calmly): It aint burning. (He turns to the pot, and sees it on fire.) IT'S BURNING! (He grabs Harold's face, and slams it into the pot. This puts out the fire.)
Harold (rubbing his cheek): Gosh! Why did you do that?
Chef: Everyone knows that you can always put out a fire with a nerdy boy's face!
Harold: Gosh, that's so inaccurate, it's not even—(He is cut off by Chef shoving him out the door.)
Chef: Now, back to work.
Noah: Uh-oh. You better hurry up, Trent. Next he's gonna try to put out a fire with my face!
Trent: Hm. It might help you in the looks department.
Noah: Still insulting me, huh? In case you didn't know, you don't have any advantage over me, anymore.
Trent (under his breath): That's what you think.
Noah: What?
Trent: Nothing. (He holds up the sack, which is now charred on the outside.) All cooked! (Noah reaches over and opens it. He scowls.)
Noah: Yep. Too bad you cooked it so much the mushrooms completely disintegrated.
Trent: You know, at least they're not poisonous anymore.
Noah: Actually, they probably still are.
Trent: Well then I guess it's your lucky day.
Confession Cam
Noah: Okay, now I'm nervous. I get the better of Trent, and he still treats me like he has the better of me! What could he have done? Has he planted a bomb in the confessional or something? (He lifts up the toilet seat, and finds a time bomb, ticking away. His eyes grow wide.)
Izzy (from outside the confessional): Boom boom! (Noah groans, and rolls his eyes.)
End of Confessionals
Infirmary
Cody: Alejandro, it's gonna be alright.
Alejandro: Where's the doctor? I need a doctor!
Cody: I love that song! I need a doctor, doctor… To bring me back to life! By Eminem and Dr. Dre, right?
Alejandro: I've never heard of it. The only music I listen to is soft rock mariachi webbed together by soft guitar strums echoing in the background.
Cody: Wow, you really are injured!
Alejandro: My music choice is considered the best in all of Mexico.
Cody: Sure thing. Hey! Here comes the doctor! (Chef walks in, wearing a nurse uniform.)
Alejandro: Ah, good. Would you like to know about the symptoms? The cause? The medication I've been taking since?
Chef: Nope. (He raises a large needle to the sky.)
Alejandro: Uh… what are you doing? Why do you need that? (Chef shrugs.)
Chef: I just like givin' people shots. (And with that, he descends upon Alejandro. The latino's screams echo throughout the camp.)
Mess Hall
Chris: Hm. I wonder what that was. Whatever. It's time for the taste test, people! Everybody stand next to your partner. (People shuffle around.)
Chris: Alright! We'll start with Gwen and… where'd Izzy go?
Gwen: I'm not sure.
Chris: Well, since your cook wasn't here, I guess you'll just have to eat your frog skewer raw.
Gwen: But that could be completely detrimental to my health!
Chris: That's not my problem.
Gwen: I refuse.
Chris: You can't refuse. Either you eat it, or your team automatically loses.
Gwen: Fine! (She takes the frogs off the skewer, and one by one, pops them into her mouth.)
Beth: How is it?
Gwen: Pretty good, actually.
Chris: What? They're supposed to be uber poisonous! (He turns to Chef)
Chef: Oops. I guess I didn't collect the poisonous kind.
Chris: Well that's no fun! I wanted her to be seriously injured!
Courtney: I can help you with that. (She rolls up her sleeve and makes a fist, smirking at Gwen.)
Chris: Nah, I guess she gets off easy this time. Well, so far Gwen has set a pretty high standard for the challenge. Can the other pairs live up to it?
Lindsay (raising her hand excitedly): Oh! Me next! Me next!
Chris: Okay, Lindsay, go for it. (Lindsay excitedly bites into the Elder Granola Bar. A second later, her head bloats up, followed by her belly, her legs, her arms, and then, finally, her boobs.)
Chris: And I thought they couldn't get any bigger.
Lindsay: Oh, I don't feel so good…
Beth: Chef! You said that the Elder Granola Bar didn't need to be cooked!
Chef: Hey, everybody makes mistakes. Everybody has those days.
Noah: Wow, reference to Hannah Montana, much?
Chef: Don't insult me! (He turns to Chris) Make the scrawny boy go next.
Chris: Don't mind if I do. Noah, it's your turn to try out whatever Trent cooked up.
Trent: It'll be fine, Noah. Just do it.
Noah: Alright… Say, can I have a glass?
Chris: I don't see why not. (He hands Noah a glass. Noah opens the sack, and pours the black dust that used to be the mushrooms into the cup. It fills it to the brim.)
Trent: Looks pretty delicious, don't you think?
Noah: Ulp. (He grabs the glass and pours some of the black dust into his mouth. He chokes, and coughs it back up onto the floor.)
Chris: And Noah just couldn't hold on!
Noah: It was like eating an ashtray!
Chris: Aw, and all that delicious food, gone to waste. But if you need to find away to dispose of it, there's only one way to go! (He whistles, and Owen runs over. The fat boy grabs the cup, and stuffs it down his throat.)
Owen: Mmm… smoky.
Chris: Well, so far Gwen has been the only one on the Screaming Ivy to completely eat all of her food and not have any side effects. Courtney and Chef, can you?
Sierra: Well of course they can! All Courtney has to eat are fettuccine noodles!
Courtney: Slightly overcooked fettuccine noodles.
Chef: They're cooked perfect! Now eat up!
Courtney: OK… but I could die from this, you know… (Bite by bite, she eats the fettuccine, until there is none left. She stands up, proud and tall.) And that's how Courtney does it!
Chris: So both Courtney and Gwen have been able to eat their food without getting side effects!
Bridgette: Chris, that was so unfair! Those two both didn't even have poisonous food!
Chris: Well, you Killer Redwoods should be able to match that, even with poison! Now, how about you and Sierra go with your dish?
Bridgette: Okay… (She stares down at the nightshade, which is now cut and cooked in tiny slivers, shaped in the face of Cody.)
Sierra: I am a true Cody culinarian.
Bridgette: Sure you are. (She carefully takes a spoon, and scoops up all the slivers.)
Sierra: NO! YOU DESTROYED CODY! (She tackles Bridgette to the ground.)
Bridgette: I have to eat this, stop—(But she is cut off by Sierra punching her in the face and stealing the spoon. Taking the slices of nightshade, she starts arranging them back into the shape of Cody's face.)
Chris: Well, it looks like Bridgette won't be eating that nightshade anytime soon. Now, both Katie and Harold have to be completely unharmed for the Killer Redwoods to even tie it. Who wants to go first?
Sadie: We'll go! (She turns to Katie and grins.) Ready for this?
Katie: Okay… I trust you, you know that, right?
Sadie: Of course. (She holds out the scorpion.) Have some.
Katie: If you really got rid of the poison. (She bites in. There is a moment of silence as Katie chews.)
Katie: Seems okay… (Suddenly, her face turns purple, and she falls backward onto the floor in a pile of vomit, convulsing uncontrollably.)
Sadie (towering above her): Ha ha! You think you're so much better than me, well how about now? (She looks down at Katie, and her eyes grow wide in fear.) Oh no… what have I done? What… have… I… done… (She also falls backward, her face purple and vomit streaming out her own mouth.)
Harold: Whoa! Because they're connected, the poison affected both of them!
Gwen: Chris! They both could be dead!
Chris: Oh no! I don't want dead contestants! Maybe severely injured, but not dead! Chef, wheel them away! (Chef takes the two of them, puts them on a stretcher, and races off.)
Bridgette: Did Sadie actually try to poison Katie?
Chris: Well, it doesn't quite matter, now. Because the Killer Redwoods are going to be voting off a player later this evening. Even if Ezekiel and Harold did succeed, it wouldn't be enough. So I'll see your sorry asses later tonight.
Ezekiel: NOOOOO! A trainer never loses a battle!
Chris: I'm afraid you did today, Ezekiel.
Confession Cam
Ezekiel: This cannot be happenin', eh! What did the trainer ever do to deserve this? He trained, he leveled up, he did everything right! So why? WHY?
Geoff: I'm voting for myself tonight, no matter what. I'm just too depressed to go on.
Gwen: Well, our team got a win today. And I helped to win it! Maybe this will finally prove my worth to the team. Maybe.
Bridgette: So Ezekiel and I will have the date right before the Campfire Ceremony tonight. Hopefully, I won't become too mentally scarred from the date to vote.
End of Confessionals
Infirmary
(Katie slowly opens her eyes, and moans.)
Katie: Uggh… where am I? (She rolls over, and sees Sadie lying next to her.) Sadie… (Sadie's eyes open, and she looks at Katie sadly.)
Sadie: I'm sorry, Katie.
Katie: Why? What happened?
Sadie: I… I poisoned you, Katie. On purpose.
Katie: I don't know what to say.
Sadie: Please, just accept my sincerest apologies. I just felt so hurt by you calling me fat, and all… I wanted revenge. But now… I just want to be your friend again.
Katie: Really? But I was so mean to you.
Sadie: I was just as mean. And I was the one who went over the edge. Please, we can be BFFs again! Don't you want that?
Katie: I do. I think this was our biggest fight, like, ever.
Sadie: So… we're besties again?
Katie: Yeah. Now did we win, or did we lose the challenge?
Sadie: We lost. So we have to vote somebody off. And I hate to say it, but I think there's a pretty good chance that it'll be you or me.
Katie: So what can we do? (Sadie thinks for a moment, and then a smirk appears on her face.)
Sadie: We can manipulate.
Confession Cam
Katie and Sadie
Katie: So Sadie and I are going to try and convince everyone to vote for Ezekiel with us.
Sadie: We know that Bridgette's already on our side, so we just need some votes from the guys.
Katie: We figured it wouldn't be too hard.
End of Confessionals
Outside the Killer Redwood Cabin
(DJ is leaning against the railing, staring out at the sunset, when Katie and Sadie both walk up behind him.)
Sadie: Hi, DJ.
DJ: YAAAAH! (He jumps up in fear, and accidentally hurtles over the railing headfirst, smashing to the ground with a thud. Katie and Sadie rush over and help him up.)
Katie: Are you okay?
DJ: Yeah, you just startled me.
Sadie: We're sorry. So… have any idea about who you're going to vote for tonight?
DJ: I'm not quite sure yet, to tell you the truth.
Katie: Well, we have a suggestion.
Sadie: And it starts with an "E".
DJ: Eva? But she's already out!
Katie: No, silly! Ezekiel!
DJ: Hmm… Ezekiel, you say?
Sadie: Yeah. Don't you think his Pokémon obsession is getting pretty annoying?
DJ: Yeah. Kinda.
Katie: Well, Sadie, Bridgette, and I are voting for him. Maybe you could convince a few of your guy friends to vote for him?
DJ: Let's see… Tyler might be up for it. Harold too. Probably not Owen. Definitely Geoff.
Sadie: Cool! So you'll tell them?
DJ: Yep. We'll decide.
Katie: Okey doke! (She gives DJ a kiss on the cheek. The brickhouse watches them go.)
Confession Cam
DJ: Too bad I had to lie to those sweet girls. But it's just not going to work that way. You see, Tyler, the horrible mathematician that he is, was somehow able to see the numbers first. There are six of us guys. Four of those girls. We've got a huge advantage over them. So… we started the next guy's alliance. We already know who we're voting for tonight. So really, their attempt was useless. (He thinks for a second.) Wow, I've never been more strategic in all my life!
End of Confessionals
(Bridgette is sitting in a chair on top of a grassy hill, wearing her normal clothes. Before her is a huge feast of all sorts of food. A huge clump of candles sits in the very center.)
Bridgette: I don't know where you get this stuff, Sierra. Now… let's see when that Ezekiel finally shows up. (She stares out at the water, which is now pink from the dying sunset. She looks back at the feast, and waits. For about fifteen minutes, nobody arrives.)
Bridgette: If he ditched, I'll be really fed up. (Suddenly, there is a rustling in the bushes.) Ezekiel? Is that you? (The rustling stops. Now the only sound is Bridgette's beating heart. Nothing happens for about two minutes.)
Bridgette: Must've just been the wind. (Suddenly, a blur flies out of the bushes. It lands on the ground, revealing itself to be Ezekiel, wearing a full Pokémon trainer getup. He whips out a rock.)
Bridgette: Wow, you really dressed up for the occasion!
Ezekiel: I dress up for any important capture, eh!
Bridgette: Wait, what—(Suddenly, the rock slams into her head.) Ow!
Ezekiel: The capturin' device didn't work! (He takes out another rock, and hurls it at her again. However, this time Bridgette dodges.) Wow! A feisty Pokémon! I can't wait to catch it! (He then takes out a huge pile of rocks. One by one, he starts hurling them at her.)
Ezekiel (as he hurls the rocks): I wanna be, the very best, like no one ever was! To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause! I will travel, across the land! Searching far wide! It's Pokémon, to understand! The power that's inside! (Suddenly, he realizes he has run out of rocks. He turns to Bridgette, and sees her standing in the middle of a pile them, looking so angry that he flinches.)
Bridgette (rubbing her forehead): WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? (Ezekiel is silent after this. Bridgette glares at him, heaving up and down.)
Ezekiel: Hello.
Bridgette: Shut up! (Ezekiel shuts up, and he stares at her, almost afraid.)
Bridgette: When will you act like a normal person? Oh, wait, I know! Never! Because you'll never be normal! In fact, you're incapable of being normal! And everyone is really fed up with it! You know, I tried to be nice. I tried to give you help fitting in. But all you do is become weirder and weirder! And because of that, nobody will ever accept you into society, let alone this camp! You ruined my relationship with Geoff, and now you come here and start pelting me with rocks! So, you know what? Don't be surprised when you're voted off tonight! (And with that, she stomps off. Ezekiel stands there, watching her. Then he walks over to the table spread and eats a spoonful of something from a bowl.)
Ezekiel: Mmm. That's some good caviar, if I do say so meself, eh.
Confession Cam
Bridgette: I can't believe Ezekiel. I just can't believe him.
Ezekiel: Maybe that's one Pokémon I can do without catching, that Bridgette.
End of Confessionals
Campfire Pit
Chris: Well, if it isn't the Killer Redwoods. You know, by being in this Campfire Ceremony, you get to enjoy my new interrogating techniques!
Sierra: And what do you mean by that?
Chris: I'll be asking thought-provoking questions at Campfire Ceremonies from now on, just like Jeff Probst, from Survivor! So tell me, Sierra, was my hair better today, or yesterday?
Sierra: Oh, I can't decide! Don't ask such difficult questions!
Harold: That's not thought-provoking!
Chris: Fine, here's one for Tyler. What's 3 plus 2?
Tyler: Ow! You're bending my brain far beyond its capacity!
Sadie: Chris, by interrogating, that means you have to ask things about our teammates, and our situation in the game.
Chris: Watch Survivor, do you? Well, I think it's not nearly as entertaining as this show. Who agrees with me? (Everyone is silent.) Well, that's hurtful. Okay, I'll ask some questions. Geoff, if today were a type of cereal, what would it be?
Geoff: High-fiber twelve-oat flakes. With extra bran.
Chris: Man. Must've had a bad day. Owen, how do you feel about your position in the game?
Owen: I like waffles.
Chris: What does that have to do with the question I just asked? You know what? I won't ask you questions. You obviously don't know how to answer. So, Sadie, you poisoned your best pal Sadie. On purpose! Something tells me karma might come back and bite you in your oversized butt.
Sadie: That's possible, but Katie and I are besties again, so everything's alright!
DJ: I disagree. I think everything's not alright, because how can we trust Sadie if she almost killed someone? It could easily be one of us next.
Chris: DJ's got a point there.
Sadie: Yeah, but we've already got DJ and his pals with us for this vote. We're taking out Ezekiel.
Ezekiel: What? The trainer will not fall just yet! He will triumph!
Chris: Looks like Ezekiel hasn't given up yet. Now, Tyler, answer this question for me. Would you rather vote off Ezekiel, or Sadie?
Tyler: I disagree.
Chris: It's a question, Tyler! You can't disagree!
Tyler: Oh. I just thought it sounded really good when DJ said it.
Chris: Your mom must be so proud of you. Well, one more question before the vote. Bridgette, do you think Geoff and you can get back together?
Bridgette: We were never apart. My date with Ezekiel wasn't even a date, and it was a mistake. Geoff is the only cereal-loving party boy for me. (Suddenly, Geoff gets up and starts doing a jig.)
Geoff: Hooray! My granola goddess and I made up!
Chris: Looks like someone's happy. Anyways, it's time to vote. Everybody, to the Confession Cam.
Confession Cam
Tyler: Who to vote for? Who to vote for? I'm thinking maybe I should vote for Chris. He was kind of rude and didn't accept my cleverness at the interrogation.
Katie and Sadie: Bye bye, Zeke.
Bridgette: I have to vote for Ezekiel. See ya.
Geoff: Now that I'm with Bridgette again, I don't have to vote for myself, or Ezekiel! I can go with the original dude alliance plan!
Owen: Have any of you ever noticed how much the toilet seat looks like a donut? And I like donuts. (He licks his lips)
Sierra: (She looks down at the toilet, and finds the toilet seat missing) Okay, who stole the toilet seat? (There is a burp from outside.) OWEN!
End of Confessionals
Chris: Alright, the votes have been cast. And it's a close one. But one of you will not receive a granola bar, and that's the sad truth. In fact, I'm tearing up right now. But the person that does not receive a granola bar must take a walk down the Dock of Shame, climb aboard the Boat of Losers, and never return. Ever. Even though this show is called Total Drama Returns. Now, the first three granola bars go to Geoff, DJ, and Harold.
Geoff: Oh yeah! Guys' alliance! (The three fist bump.)
Sierra: What? You guys have a guys' alliance?
Geoff: You didn't hear that.
Chris: Well, Sierra and Bridgette, both of you girls are still safe. So you can beat up the guys for plotting behind your backs.
Sierra: Sounds fun. But I've got somewhere to be. (She races off.)
Chris: Shouldn't be anything to worry about. Tyler, Owen… you guys also get your granola bars.
Tyler: Yes! (He hurls himself at Owen in excitement, but sinks into this belly, then flies out and lands in the water.)
Chris: Can that guy ever get through a chapter without hurting himself? Anyways, it's Katie, Ezekiel, and Sadie in the bottom three. The next granola bar goes to… Katie.
Katie: Hooray! What about Sadie?
Chris: Not so fast. It appears that Sadie got a few votes tonight. And so did Ezekiel.
Ezekiel: They just fear me, eh! They fear the master Pokémon trainer!
Chris: Please stop talking. Now, one of you will receive a granola bar. The other, sadly, will not. So who's it gonna be? The final granola bar goes to…
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Ezekiel: Take that, eh! The trainer shows ya how it's done! (He runs up and grabs his granola bar.)
Katie: No! This can't be!
Sadie: But… how? (Then she looks over at Tyler, DJ, Harold, Geoff, Owen, and Ezekiel, all high-fiving, and it clicks.) They… they blindsided me!
Katie: Sadie! Why you? (The two cling to each other, sobbing.)
Harold: Hey, how could you not see it coming? You frickin' poisoned somebody! (Chris walks over to the two.)
Chris: Well, it's time to say goodbye to your BFF, Sadie.
Katie: No! I'm going with her! We're connected, we stay connected!
Chris: Yeah, about that… we can't have any double eliminations this season, so… (He takes out a pair of scissors.)
Katie: You wouldn't.
Chris: Actually, I would. I'm afraid I have to snip the bond. (He raises the scissors up to the sky, and then brings them down. Katie and Sadie's screams ring out through the night.)
Infirmary
Alejandro: Ahh… I guess that shot actually worked. (He is completely untangled now, and is laying relaxed on his stretcher. Suddenly, Trent walks in.)
Trent: Good to see you've healed.
Alejandro: I heal quickly, amigo. It is in my genes.
Trent: In your jeans? That's weird. But as much as I care about your well-being, I have something I want to show you. (Noticing Alejandro's creeped out facial expression, he stutters.) Not like that! I mean this. (He holds up a video tape.)
Alejandro: What's that?
Trent: You're about to see. (He walks over to one of the TVs in the infirmary, and slides the video in.)
Outside the Screaming Ivy Cabin
Cody: Wait, no—(The door slams open, and he goes flying out of the girls' side. He lands on the grass with a painful crunch.)
Cody: Aw, c'mon! Won't Gwen ever say yes to a date? (Suddenly, he hears a loud banging. He whips his head around, and his eyes grow wide. Flashing lights bathe his face.) Wow! What is that?
Campfire Pit
Geoff (patting Katie on the back): It's okay. Sadie had to go. We can't have people poisoning each other. (Katie whimpers sadly.)
Bridgette: It's no use, Geoff. She'll need at least a day to get over it. (The party boy nods, and walks away, followed by Bridgette, leaving Katie alone.)
Confession Cam
Katie: That stupid guy alliance! They totally went behind my back and got rid of my best friend! But you know what? I'll see to it that each and every one of those boys is eliminated. Starting with Ezekiel. Just you wait. (She rubs her hands together)
End of Confessionals
Is Katie the new Killer Redwood strategist?
How much weirder will Ezekiel get?
What is this structure that Cody sees?
Can the guys' alliance stay strong?
What about Bridgette and Geoff's relationship? Can that stay strong, too?
Will Trent regret showing Alejandro the footage?
And what sort of depraved challenges will the campers have to compete in on the next dramatic episode of
Total Drama Returns!
Eliminated: Heather, Duncan, Eva, Leshawna, Justin, Sadie
Still in the Game: Noah, Katie, Cody, Trent, Lindsay, Beth, Harold, Tyler, Izzy, Owen, Sierra, Alejandro, Gwen, Courtney, Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Ezekiel
Note: Sorry to all Sadie fans. There could be some out there, though probably not many. As you can see, Katie's role has morphed into a semi-antagonist for the Killer Redwoods. That team needed more drama so I figured it needed somebody who wasn't so… well, happy all the time. Don't worry, she won't be as evil as Trent. Also, sorry there wasn't much Izzy this chapter. One other thing… you guys will definitely reach the number, if you review like you did last chapter and previous ones. Also, scroll down through the votes to see a preview of next episode.
Votes:
Bridgette—Ezekiel
Owen—Sadie
Tyler—Sadie
Geoff—Sadie
Katie—Ezekiel
Sadie—Ezekiel
Sierra—Owen
DJ—Sadie
Harold—Sadie
Ezekiel—Sadie
Sadie: 6
Ezekiel: 3
Owen: 1
Next time: At the grand Wawanakwa carnival, there is plenty of fun to be had! Gut-churning coasters, cheap carnival games, and plenty of backstabbing galore!