Disclaimer - The rights of Total Drama Island and its characters belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and all those associated with the show. No profit is being made by this fanfiction. There is total and drama and an island here, but those are universal.
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Replies to Questions and Comments:
alienphantom - Zeke score with Heather? My my, is that a sign you like him or hate him? Hehe, kidding.
ReaperXIII - Cody may find love one day. We may find out, we may not. Our poor underdog is still loved, no matter if he gets the girl or not.
Flame Rising - Ooo! Someone just registered modernistic words from their thesaurus, and expends bouts exasperating random plebeians upon this website, via the procedure of simulacrum and fustigate. Buahaha.
melancolie - No, no clues, buahaha! But thank you for the support, and welcome aboard! \tips my necromancer helm\
TDIrocks34 - Yeah, 'nice' and 'Heather' are like milk and grape juice, eh? Oh, and yeah, that guy's not worth the muscle effort to click my mouse on the abuse button. Buahaha.
QJD1381 - No one knows quite what Izzy means when she talks. That's what makes Izzy Izzy. Hehe.
logicaltiger - Ooo, I look forward to it! I love seeing new stories here, keep the TDI fanfiction a'coming!
To Everybody - Author's Notes:
1. Yes, the six animals are based off the popular characters of comic strip Pearls Before Swine. The dumb pig, the evil rat, the hunted zebra, the frustrated goat, the militant duck, and the zeeba zeeba eata crocodiles. Gods, I love that strip.
2. If you all think I'm being unfair to Courtney, there will be something at the end of this challenge / day that'll show she's not let completely by one-sided hatred.
3. About Bridgette's nightmare, I have to say this. It is inspired by drago-flame's drawing of Bridgette trapped by a cleaver-wielding Eva on Deviant Art. And when I got the idea to write out something like this for the story, I actually had a nightmare exactly like Bridgette's, with a cleaver-wielding killer entering my room and swinging his weapon down on my neck before I woke up.
The moral of the story is: don't write about nightmares unless you want to risk having them. \swallows nervously\
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And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
Chapter 25 (Day 08, Part 2) - Nothing Like the Discovery Channel
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The forest was calm, quiet calm. The squirrels has gathered up nuts, the birds had gathered up worms, and the bear had gathered up the majority of the marshmallows.
Heather, however, had lost most of her patience.
"I don't care how much you like that rat," she snapped at Ezekiel, "stop baby-talking it!"
"It okee, Survivee, she's just a widdle mad because she forgot her widdle make-up and slop kit," the prairie boy said.
Almost tearing the map in frustration, the ravenhair tried to focus on the path ahead of him. "I swear, why'd I get stuck with the rodents of Wawanakwa?"
"You complain too much, Heather," Ezekiel said, addressing her for the first time during the trip. "You doo'nt even have to hold the rat, eh."
She whipped her head around to glare at him. For a moment, Ezekiel could understand why Duncan liked to see Courtney so mad. Heather's upper lip was trembling, her small hands were balls into fists, and her eyes were narrowed in an intense stare. Though cute, he knew that there was great rage stored up for him.
"You wear too much make-up, eh."
"Oh, shut up," she spat out, looking forward again.
"You'd be a lot moo'r pretty if you didn't wear so much paint. Why do you girls think it's necessary, eh?"
She let out a frustrated shout. "You know, this is exactly why you were the first one voted off on Total Drama Island! And it's also why you'll never have a chance with Bridgette! Or any other girl, ever!"
Survivor the rat squeaked nervously. "Doo'nt woo'ry, Survivee, mummy and daddy are just having a widdle fight, eh."
Heather's furious face was right in his. Survivor squeaked in terror and zipped up the prairie boy's sleeve. "I never," she shouted pointblank in his face, "want to you hear make a comparison like that again! Do you hear me?"
"Why are you so angry, eh?" he managed to say back. "I cannot understand you."
"Just shut up, and-"
The bushes behind her rustled, and she let out a frightened shout. Grabbing Ezekiel, she knocked the air out of him as she pulled herself close to him in terror of whatever was coming out of the bushes.
It was a raccoon, who looked up at the two. With a approving click and a thumbs-up to Ezekiel, he ran off.
Heather, after a couple seconds, realized there was no life-threatening danger. Then Survivor the rat peaked out from under Ezekiel's toque, she screamed again and leapt away from him.
"You okay, Hea-"
"Just shut up," she shrieked, her face red with fury, "and get a move on!" She stormed ahead, swatting any branches or shrubs that dared to be in her way. Ezekiel, perplexed, shrugged and followed.
(Confession Cam - In the not-too-distant future.)
Ezekiel - "I'll never understand girls. Then a'geen, I'm sure many men before me have said that. I really doo'nt knoo' if trying to be nice to Heather is worth it, she's so mean and she did steal my Zed."
Heather - "He just wants a piece of my ass, I know it. Well, he's not getting any, he'll never get any! Never! Never never never never!"
Raccoon - /with English subtitles/ "hehehe way to go, toque boy"
"I-iiiiii've been walkin' with mah pet goat," Izzy sang at the top of her lungs, "all dah live long da-aaaaaaaay!"
"Izzy," Noah grumbled.
"I-iiiiii've been walkin' out mah bleatin' friend, becuz' that's the challenge to-daaaaaay!"
"Izzy," Tyler shouted, his hands on his ears; the leash he had Quarterback the goat was clutched in one of his fists.
"Ca-aaaaaaaan't you hear mah teammates whining, 'cause they go no music ta-aaaaaay'ste!"
"I swear to all that's good and holy, Izzy," Noah cried out, unable to read the book he had brought now, "if you keep singing-"
"Ca-aaaaaaaan't you hear me singing still, 'cuz we got time to wa-aaaaaay'ste!"
"That does it," Tyler declared, "Quarterback, eat her skirt!" It was no good, because the goat was bleating in tune to Izzy's song. Noah and Tyler exchanged helpless looks.
"Oh, just let her sing then, I guess," Tyler said, shrugging his shoulders. "It cannot kill us."
"And it'll keep the bears away, that's for sure," Noah remarked. With a long sigh, he tried to mentally block out Izzy's singing. "Man, if she were a bard, she'd be slaughtering legions of demons by now."
"You and your computer games, I'll never understand them," Tyler said. "I mean, I just don't get how you could play a game that you're not getting physically active."
"Well, not all of us are jocks," Noah said. "Some of us don't like to be throwing ourselves against three hundred pound linebackers."
"Not all sports are as aggressive as football, dude."
"It's still mostly because my mind is my primary strength."
"I guess that explains the gals we're dating."
Noah looked quite perplexed, so Tyler tried to explain it better. "You see, you're dating Katie, and she's smart, creative, loyal, and she has this long string of thought process. I'd know, I was her teammate, and that girl had a ton of ideas and thoughts.
"While you and Katie are more into ideas and such, Lindsay and I are more physical. And when I say that, I mean we both are into being together, through thick and thin. You know what I mean?"
Noah was looking more confused, and a bit scared. "Um, dude," Tyler remarked, noticing his facial expression, "I mean, like, how we may both not be as bright as you or Katie, but we still have a lot in common. I'm concerned about my looks and body, since I'm an athlete, and she tries to look good. You know, she-"
"Tyler, as much as I'd love to hear more about your love life," Noah interrupted, "I have a very important question."
"You want tips on being a better boyfriend, since you're new to this?" Tyler asked with a friendly grin.
"I can give you one," Izzy shouted, popping up behind Noah with her hands on his shoulders. "You gotta be sure to take a hint, like if she's frowning at you, or her shoulders are almost up to her ears, she's mad."
"No! Not that," Noah cried out in frustration, though he made a mental note of it. "Tyler... where's our goat?"
The jock look down the leash he was holding, only to see it had been chewed off short. With one collective turn of heads, the three campers looked behind Tyler to see Quarterback galloping away, happily chasing a dragonfly. Screaming in unison, the three dashed off to retrieve their bleating friend.
"Come here, Quarterback," Tyler called to him. "Come on, buddy!"
"Operation Goat Retrieval is at a rocky start," Izzy shouted, with fake radio-garble, into her hand. "I blame the new recruits."
"Get back here, you stupid goat," Noah hollered.
"Why he'd horsewhip you if he had a horse!"
Katie giggled as Cody made yet another Groucho Marx joke. What made Katie laugh moreso was how Groucho the duck quacked after every joke. The tech-geek looked quite proud of himself.
"So, I gotta ask, in all seriousness," Cody said, still grinning slyly, "how are things with you and Noah?"
"Pretty good, in fact," the BFFF replied, giggling. She stroked the duck's feathers, and it quacked in approval. "Noah's got a lot of rough edges to trim, to be honest."
"Yeah, you know," Cody said, smiling sheepishly, "I was thinking that you would need the carve that cynical edge off him."
"He is prone to a few mean comments," she said, "but I don't think he means it half the time. There's just some bitter issues he has to work out."
"I'm sure you can do it. After all, my mom tells me how she had to sand down dad's personality."
Katie giggled more. She looked at the duck, then the map, then the path ahead. "Um, Cody?"
"What?"
"No nothing, never mind."
"I'll be thinking about what you would've said throughout the entire trip!"
"Maybe later."
(Confession Cam - Somewhere in time and space.)
Katie - "I didn't have the heart to ask him at first. I really wanted to ask more about Cody himself without sounding forward. He is the one of the biggest celebrity on the island, as far as the internet goes."
Cody - "I don't understand girls, despite how much I love 'em. Then again, I wouldn't like girls so much if they were one-dimensional."
Groucho the Duck - \in English subtitles\ "I'd join them, but they weren't coming apart."
Bridgette and Eva had been quiet for several hours. Charger the zebra was clopping alongside Eva obediently, and both zebra and fitness buff ignored the surfer girl. Bridgette would not have minded this so much under normal circumstances; however, her fear of being alone in the forest was acting up over the fact that the people she was with were acting like she wasn't even there.
"Listen, Eva...," she started. She felt like stopping when the muscular girl didn't even look at her, but she wanted some conversation. "How... are... what... you..."
Eva looked over her shoulder at Bridgette, a confused eyebrow quirked. "If you get near a sentence, say it."
"How are you doing?" the surfer managed to spit out.
"Fine. Better before you decided to make small talk, though."
That struck a nerve in Bridgette. Those who resented people being nice was her second biggest pet peeve (senseless destruction of nature was her first). "Well, geez, I just wanted to talk," she replied.
"I don't have anything to say to you," Eva said, looking away from the surfer. "I don't care to talk to a traitor like you."
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Bridgette cried out, throwing her hands up in frustration. "I never promised you anything, I never agreed to never vote you off, I didn't-"
"Just stop talking to me if you don't want those green eyes blackened, if you know what I mean, blondie."
That did it for Bridgette. She darted in front of Eva, and jabbed the fitness buff in the chest with her finger. "You listen to me, you fitness gorilla. I've had it with your rotten attitude and empty threats. Why don't you actually try cooperating with people instead of bullying them? A sports enthusiast like you will never be part of a team if you keep acting like everyone else is too stupid and weak to keep up with you?
"So go ahead and take your best shot," Bridgette shouted, thumping her chest and then standing firm. "If you want to actually be the big, mean bully you make yourself out to be, just try and beat me up."
A few seconds ticked by. Charger watched, a horrified zebra-ey look on his face. Eva stood there, looking furious and clenching her fists. Bridgette held her place, glaring right back at Eva. After about a minute passed, a smirk spread across the muscular girl's face. The surfer chick took in a breath of air, prepared for a fight.
And Eva burst out laughing.
While Bridgette stared, astonished, Eva wiped away an amused tear and managed to say between laughs, "My mom said that one day, someone would stand up to me and challenge me to a fight. I never imagined it would be you.
"Takes a lot of guts to challenge me to a fight. And you know what? I like girls with guts."
Charger the zebra let out a relieved sigh. Looking between him and Eva, Bridgette was still unsure what was going on until the fitness buff patted her shoulder and motioned for them to carry on their path.
"You sounded like you wanted to say that for some time," Eva remarked as they walked. "You rehearse it or something?"
"Nah, it was spur of the moment, honest."
"Would you have actually fought me if I attacked you?"
"You wouldn't do that, this is all on nationwide TV."
"True, true. I think I'd only risk it for hitting Heather."
"I think we'd all risk it for slapping her one."
The two laughed, and the zebra whinnied, though he didn't know why, he just wanted to fit in.
"Come on, Stupid, move!"
"Can't you make that damn crocodile walk faster?"
The yelling that was Harold at Stupid, and Courtney at Harold as if he was stupid, was really getting on Gwen's nerves. The goth girl had been expecting this not to be a pleasant trip, but nowhere near as bad as "struggling every two minutes to get Stupid to start walking again while Courtney yelled at Harold" bad.
"Honestly," the CIT carried on, "why don't you let one of us have the leash, Harold? Your scrawny arms aren't going to cut it."
"I really don't want you two to get hurt by him."
Courtney expressed her doubt with a few words that had to be censored out, and made Gwen's eyes grow wide (and she was no stranger to bad words). The CIT shoved Harold to the ground, and began to yank the leash.
"No, don't yank it," Harold shouted as he picked himself up. "Crocodiles hate being yanked."
"What goddamn difference does it make?" Courtney replied as she yanked harder. "You weren't getting anywhere by just pulling hi-"
Stupid the crocodile hissed and snapped at the CIT's legs, and even though he was a couple feet, she screamed and leapt away. Gwen rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Nice job," the goth girl remarked as she looked at Stupid; the crocodile looked like he had completely forgotten about Courtney, because he was looking at a very pretty leaf. "Now, can we let Harold Dundee take the leash again?"
"He's riled up now," Harold said, poking his fingers together nervously. "It's usually best to let him vent for a couple minutes."
"Stupid's too stupid to know how to vent," Gwen hollered. Reason be damned, she had had enough of this. She marched over to Stupid's side, lifted the crocodile over her head, and started to walk.
"What are you doing, Gwen?" Courtney shouted. "What if he starts to thrash?"
"I got that covered. Hey Stupid," the goth girl said to the crocodile above her head, "you're flying, Stupid, you're flying."
The crocodile let out a happy hiss and spread his four legs. Courtney only gaped as Gwen headed off.
"You really gotta admire her," Harold, with a big smile, said to Courtney. "She really cuts to the chase."
Courtney's reply was to shove him to the ground again, harder this time, and then run to catch up to Gwen.
(Confession Cam - Caught in an endless chase.)
Courtney - "I don't care what anyone says about how I treat Harold. If he or anyone else thinks I have carried my anger for too long, you have no idea. You don't know what happened to me because of what he did. And I know he wouldn't care, mainly because he doesn't care now."
Harold - \long sigh\
Beth let out a happy giggle as she patted Dinner the pig's head. "You're a good little piggy, yeth you are! Beth loves you, sthe sthure doesth!"
"Duncan hates hearing you say that every time he grunts, yes he does," Duncan replied, glaring at Beth over his shoulder.
"You justht don't get pigs, Duncan," Beth replied, smirking smugly at him. "Though you're called one enough to be misthtaken for one."
"Ooo, drew some blood on that one, Ms. Rapier Wit," the punk replied. "Did Heather teach you how to insult?"
"Why you-"
"You guys," Trent cut in, holding up his hands, "will you please stop arguing? This journey would be much more enjoyable if you were fighting the whole way?"
"Sorry, Elvis, but I didn't start it," Duncan remarked.
"Yeth, you did," Beth protested.
"No, I didn't!"
"Yes, you did," Trent cut in again. "Just stop fighting, alright?"
Duncan grumbled while Beth fumed. The criminal yanked Dinner's leash, which the pig let out a protesting grunt at. The farm girl patted his head and rubbed behind his ears, to which Dinner snorted appreciatively.
"You're good with him," Trent said to Beth, trying to make small talk.
"I grew up with pigs," she said, sounding very proud. "I know everything about them."
(Confession Cam - There's this evil gal who wants to rule the world.)
Duncan - "Oh man, did I have to bite my tongue to prevent all of the perfect comebacks for that."
"I guess that'sth not much, though," Beth said, looking upset as she pondered over this. "I mean, you're popular and all, right Trent?"
"Um, yeah," he admitted. "Still, I don't think popularity is all that great."
"But when you're popular, people like you and sthuff," Beth said, looking more upset now. "You don't get a boyfriend or friends by being the 'pig girl'. You have to be talented like you, or pretty like Lindthay."
"Ah yes, D-cups for the win," Duncan replied, smirking.
Trent glared at the back of his mohawk head, then back down at Beth. "Trust me, Beth, being popular isn't the answer. After high school, it really isn't going to matter."
"But it'sth no fun when no one paysth attention to you," she said. "I mean, I signed up for TDI becauth I wanted to meet new people and make new friendsth. I blew it during the firtht stheasthon..."
Spitting out the excess saliva, she stopped in mid-sentence. "I hate these things," she said, looking more upset than ever now. "Happens every time I sthtart talking quickly. I'd give anything to be rid of them."
Trent was silent, wondering what to say. Duncan spoke first. "That what you'll use the prize money on?" he asked, cocking his unibrow. "An expensive dental procedure to get rid of them immediately."
"Well, you would too, if you had them," Beth snapped at the punk. "No one treatsth me stheriously when I'm sputtering like Sylvesthter the cat!"
"Beth," Trent spoke up at last, putting a hand on the farm girl's shoulder, "it isn't necessary to get everyone's approval. You cannot please all the people all the time, and there are some people you'll never please."
"Like Heather," Duncan remarked.
"Yeah, like her," Trent said in agreement. "I mean, the world is full of Heathers who aren't going to like you no matter what you do. You just have to find the people who'll accept you for who you are, the... um..."
"Anti-Heathers?" Duncan suggested.
"Well, the opposite of Heather, moreso," Trent replied. "You're actually the opposite of Heather, Beth. She's mean, you're nice. She doesn't give a damn about other peoples' feelings, you do. She doesn't try if she doesn't want to, you give it your all."
"You're also the opposite of condescending," Duncan piped in, "but I don't know what that would be."
"You think tho?" Beth asked, looking between the two boys.
"Heck yeah," Duncan said. "Wouldn't be saying it if I didn't think it."
"Same here," Trent said with a smile.
Beth smiled back. "Now I know why Gwen and Courtney like you two tho much. You can be tho nice!"
"Hey whoa, don't go saying that," Duncan protested loudly. "I'm honest, but I'm not nice."
"Whatever you thay, my mohawk friend," Beth said with a giggle.
(Confession Cam - In her rocket ship, she hunts us.)
Beth - "I go through thith a few times. I really do want to make friends with the other campers, and I'm afraid that by helping Heather the firthst time, I'm no good in their eyes. Lindthay is tho nice and beautiful that they can forgive her, but I altho cursthed my team.
"That'th why I like Trent tho much, he givesth people a sthecond chance. Don't tell Gwen, but I alwaysth did have a little crush on him!"
Trent - "Poor Beth doesn't have a lot of self-esteem, and I'm sure it's mainly because of the jerks at her school that are superficial and popularity-obsessed. A nice girl like Beth who's good to animals and kind to other people is worth more than most popular kids' worth."
(Exposition Break.)
The hours passed. The sun dropped, and the night sky made it impossible to see in the forest. Luckily for the campers, they had flashlights. The cameras managed to catch their last minutes awake, and compiled them for the viewers to see. After that, the cameras were turned off, because watching people sleep isn't good ratings.
Izzy, Noah, and Tyler collapsed underneath a tree, letting out exhausted sighs in unison. "That damn goat," Noah grumbled.
Tyler glanced over at Quarterback, who was tied to a nearby tree. Having exhausted himself, the happy goat was sleeping peacefully. Having chased him for several hours, the three campers had developed a deep loathing for all goats.
"I forgot how chasing an animal was so tiresome," Izzy complained as she leaned against Noah. "When I was little, I used to chase my cat around my house. That... was far less exhausting."
"At least you broke less stuff than when you chased your cat, right?" Noah remarked, managing a smile.
"Yes, actually," Izzy said, giggling. "Mom got really mad when I broke her favorite vase."
"I know how that is," Tyler said, leaning down against the tree as he rummaged through the backpack. "When I was little, I punted a football indoors. Broke a vase and the table it was on."
"My older brother tried to frame me when he broke a vase," Noah said. "But mom knew it wasn't me, since I didn't leave my room."
Tyler managed to pull a blanket out of the backpack, unfolding it right over Izzy and Noah. "You two can use that," the jock said, getting comfortable against the tree. "I'm fine like this."
"Mighty generous of you, mighty man," Izzy chuckled as she rested her head against Noah's shoulder. "You don't mind if Izzy rest against you, egghead?"
"Just don't call me that," the brainiac replied. He shrugged instinctively, almost knocking Izzy off him. After apologizing, Izzy got comfortable again.
"Katie lucky girl, you have comfy shoulder," the redhead purred.
"Oddly enough, she has said that..."
Tyler chuckled, and rested his forehead against his arms. He regretted having to sleep like this, but there truly was no way to sleep comfortably on rough ground.
Bridgette and Eva dug through their backpack, but they couldn't find anything used for sleeping. The fitness buff was furious, while the surfer chick was remaining steady.
"How could Chris send us out here without any proper sleeping gear?" Eva roared, kicking a nearby tree. A couple squirrels fell out, then scurried away from the predator known as Eva.
"I'm pretty sure I know what he was planning," Bridgette said, shuffling through the other items in the backpack. "Chris wanted us to try and steal the supplies from the other campers."
"That's rather stupid," Eva remarked, "I mean, we're already traveling through the forest, lugging around wild animals, why would he make us try to fight each other too?"
"Because he likes making more conflict," Bridgette said nonchalantly. "It's part of his sadistic nature."
"Well, I'm too tired to go hunting for the other campers to swipe their gear," Eva curled up against the tree. "Or am I?"
"Yes, it is. God knows what wanders Wawanakwa Island at night."
"Nothing I cannot handle," she said, but she let out a sigh of defeat. "Good night, Bridgette."
"Good night, Eva."
"Oh, what about Charger? He ever gonna lie down and sleep?" Eva asked, looking at the zebra.
"He is asleep," Bridgette said as she closed her eyes. "Zebras sleep standing up." The fitness buff raised her eyebrow at this. "Well, that sure is a strange habit. Animals are weird," she remarked before closing her eyes again.
Heather was incensed. "No blanket?! How could they do that to me?"
Her prairie boy partner, who was leaning against the tree as he stroked Survivor the rat's fur, looked up at her with lazy eyes. "Is that so bad, eh?"
"It's gonna get cold out here, you skeez," she yelled at him.
As if on cue, a cold wind blew through the trees, sending cold shivers through Ezekiel, Heather, and Survivor. The rat squeaked, and darted under Ezekiel's toque; he nestled into his hair, and was happy and warm up there.
"Okay, I really hate the outdoors, eh," Ezekiel muttered as he curled up, shivering.
"No blanket, stuck with you, I cannot stand this," Heather cried out, seething anger.
Ezekiel stared up at her, then shrugged. "We'll have to endure it, I guess."
"I don't want to endure it," she shouted, hugging herself as she shivered. "I should have a sleeping bag or a blanket, why didn't they provide us with one?!"
"Well, what are ya gonna do, Heather?" Ezekiel said with a calm shrug. "You cannot change the weather, you cannot get a blanket, so you just gotta endure it, eh."
She glared at him with the utmost fury. Though she knew he was right, she would be damned to admit it. So, she switched the focus to something else she could be mad about.
"You probably want me to cuddle up to you, don't you?"
Ezekiel looked up at her very briefly, then tried to get comfortable against the tree.
"Let me tell you something, Zeke," she continued, much to his annoyance. "There is no way, no chance, not happening ever, that you are getting into my pants."
The prairie boy was astonished, and he didn't bother try hiding that. "Why would I try to wear your clothes, eh?!"
"No, not like that," she shouted, gripping her head in her frustration. "Just forget it, okay?"
She slumped down against the same tree he was leaning against, glaring at him all the time. "You touch me, and I'll sue you for every cent your prairie family has. Got it?"
"Ayup," he said, smiling before leaning up against the tree. Within a few minutes, he was asleep.
" 'Try to wear your clothes', what a moron," she grumbled as she tried to lean against the tree too.
Another gust of icy wind blew through the trees, and it made lock up from the sheer cold. In a heartbeat, she was cuddling up to Ezekiel, shivering hard and desperately trying to get some of his body heat. She didn't wake the young man, but she was sure she heard someone give an approving whistle; Heather simply didn't believe it came from Ezekiel's toque.
Beth, Trent, and Duncan were all resting on Dinner the pig, who had enough body weight not to notice the three heads resting against him.
"Night, Beth. Night, Duncan," Trent said.
"Night, Duncan. Night, Trent," Beth said.
"Night, Trent. Night, Beth," Duncan said.
"Snort, snortle, grunt," Dinner said.
The criminal couldn't help but chuckle. "Some pig," he said. "Hey, Beth?"
"Yeth, Duncan?" "I was just kidding about making Dinner dinner. We'll get something else if we win."
With a happy squeal, Beth gave Duncan a clinging hug. Grunting from the strength of Beth's affection, the criminal was allowed to breathe after her happiness died down.
Trent patted Beth's shoulder, and said, "There you two go, getting along. I knew you could."
(Confession Cam - The worst we can find.)
Trent - "I knew those two would get along. I mean, Duncan's a big softy underneath that rough 'n tough exterior, and Beth could make friends with everyone."
Duncan - "Trent should be a warden in a major jail. He could break up some major fights."
Beth - \She swoons.\ "Gwen is the luckiest girl on the planet. Maybe...," \she twirls one of her brown locks\ "I should dye my hair green... and wear green lipstick... maybe?"
Katie and Cody were cuddled up underneath a tree, Groucho the duck in his lap. The BFFF and the tech-geek were lucky to be one of the groups that had a blanket, and were fairly warm because of it.
"Cody?" she whispered, half-asleep.
"Hmmm yeah?"
She swallowed nervously, trying to summon her courage for what she really wanted to ask him. "It's that question that I was gonna ask earlier, but never had the courage to."
"Ooo, finally," Cody cried out happily. "Wha' izzit?"
"Ummm," she stammered, "I wanted to ask you why you like Gwen so much."
"Well, it's a whole combination of things," the tech-geek said, his eyes lighting up. "First off, she's really intelligent and creative. I love girls who are into things like writing and drawing.
"She's independent, but not afraid to ask for help. She's really pretty, in an all-original sense. Also, she's super tough and feisty."
"Oh," Katie looked down, looking ashamed of what she wanted to say next, "I guess what I really meant was... why do you like her so much after she rejected you?"
To her surprise, his smile didn't vanish. "It's that crazy emotion called love. My dad asked me the same question actually. I guess..."
He twirled his hand around, trying to find the right answer. "It's so hard to explain, really. It's a feeling of admiration and infatuation. Can you explain why you like Sadie so much?"
"Because she and I share the same hobbies and interests, she and I understand each other's feelings, and we've always been there for each other."
Cody blinked. "Wow... I suppose you can. But friendship is always easier to explain. Love is something our biggest psychologists are studying to this day, and no one truly knows the answer."
The thin BFFF smiled back at him. "It could be just a schoolboy crush. I mean, I've had my share of schoolgirl crushes."
"It might be just that," he admitted, "but I still really hope for a girl who's a lot like Gwen, with one major change."
"Blond?" Katie guessed, giggling.
"Naw. That she isn't in love with another guy," he twiddled his fingers against his knee. "Although... blond wouldn't be bad. Maybe blond strands, that'd be neat."
"You like girls with colored hair strands, I see," Katie said with a yawn, curling up against him. "You're a good guy, Cody. May you find a girl that's crazy about you."
"That'd be nice, yep."
"Maybe Sadie, hmmmm?"
"Possibly," he murmured, sleepy as well, "but first I'd have to top Justin."
"That'd be hard, but nothing's impossible."
(Confession Cam - We're monitoring their mind.)
Cody - "Katie didn't ask me anything I haven't been asked before, only I could tell she really wanted to know. It's refreshing to have someone ask without that mean-spirited tone I get from kids at school."
Katie - "I could actually see Cody hanging out with Sadie, Noah, and me. We'd be like the group of friends at school. The BFFFs, the smart guy, and the cool guy. Maybe I could hook him up Sadie!" \She giggled, clapping her hands.\ "After all, what's a BFFF for if not getting her a cool boyfriend?"
Cody - \tapping his chin\ "I wonder if she's serious about Sadie and I. She could be cute, but dating her would be like dating Katie too. And Noah. Whoa, that's a lot."
Gwen and Courtney were sitting under a tree, the CIT yanking the blanket out of the backpack. "One blanket? That's it?" she grumbled.
"Stop complaining," Gwen grumbled right back. "It could be worse."
"Except that I have to share a blanket with Harold," she hissed, glaring at the goth girl. "Where is he, anyway?"
"He's tying Stupid to a tree nearby," Gwen said, nodding in the direction he was.
"I hope he loses an arm. Or a leg," Courtney replied, looking away. "Maybe if his hands get bitten off, he'll never play around with his Star Wars action figures again."
"You've been complaining about him since day one of this contest," Gwen growled, her eye beginning to twitch. "And you haven't managed to say two sentences without saying how much you want him to die or suffer. Could you drop it?"
"I'm just saying what the cheating dork should have happen to him."
Gwen's temper snapped. "No," she said, starting to shake with pent up frustration, "what should happen is for you to SHUT UP!!"
The goth girl's furious shout punctured the silence of the woods, waking up little woodland creatures and shaking the leaves on the trees. And that was just the start of what was on Gwen's mind.
"I have had it with your whining and complaining," the goth continued to shout. "Harold's trying to be nice to you, and you just won't give him a second chance! There are three little words that I wish would puncture your thick skull, drill through your inflated ego, and into that narrow-minded brain of yours:
"GET! OVER! IT!"
Gwen stood over Courtney, jabbing her finger at the CIT's forehead. The two girls glared at each other, seething rage.
"Ummm..."
Harold was standing nearby, tapping his fingers together nervously. "Stupid is tied up. Who gets the blanket?"
"You can have the \censored\ blanket," Courtney spat, chucking the blanket at the brunette nerd.
He continued to look between the two girls, who were sitting on opposite ends of the tree, arms crossed, heaving frustrated breaths, eyes narrowed. Right now, he was thinking of going to sleep with Stupid instead, it would be safer.
(Confession Cam - They cannot control when the challenge begins or ends.)
Gwen - "I've just had it with complainers. I know it's ironic, because I'm complaining about complaining, but Courtney frayed my last nerve. Listening to her bash Harold for hours on end is almost as bad as listening to Heather's bitching."
Courtney - "Nobody talks to me like that! NOBODY! She... is going... to pay!"
Harold - "Gwen and Courtney scare me. I really wish I knew how to keep calm when girls are really mad. I guess that's what all guys would like to know."
Owen, Chris, and Chef Hatchet were watching several TVs at their little base on the other side of the island. The cameras were focused on all six of the campers.
"Who do you think looks cuter, Owen?" Chris asked. The jolly giant looked over the six screens.
Harold, Courtney, and Gwen were on three different sides of the tree, either pissed or worried; Stupid the crocodile was staring at pretty leaf to pretty leaf. Bridgette and Eva were curled up together, with Charger asleep and standing up next to them. Tyler, Izzy, and Noah were fast asleep as Quarterback the goat chewed away the rope that the jock had tied him up with.
"Hmmm, those three groups are cute," Owen remarked, "but I think those three are cuter."
Cody and Katie were curled up under a blanket, snuggled warmly; the tech-geek was murmuring in his sleep. Beth, Duncan, and Trent were resting their heads on the lightly-snoring Dinner acted as their pillow. Heather, who would be mortified if awake, was cuddled up very close to Ezekiel, her shivering gone completely.
"D'awww, they're so cute when they're sleeping," Owen cooed. "This moment is so tender."
He farted.
"You have a way of ruining the mood in less than a second, you know that, fat boy?" Chef said, plugging his nose.
"Ehehe, sorry," the jolly giant replied, grinning sheepishly.
"I think we'll have to leave our campers there for now," said Chris, plugging his nose too. "Hopefully, they'll all make it through the night."
"I'm more concerned about them surviving waking up," Chef said, looking at Heather and Ezekiel's screen. "She's gonna kill my kitchen help when she wakes up." "But she's the one cuddling up to him," Owen replied, looking confused.
"Try explaining to her something is her fault," the large cook pointed out. "I seriously hope he's not falling for her, she's the crabbiest person I know, and I know some crabby people, I don't mind admitting I'm a bit crabby..."
"A bit?" Chris thought.
"... And trust me, she's the crabbiest person in Canada."
Chris shrugged. "It doesn't matter, really. Tomorrow, the six groups are going to be heading here to the finish line, here, and the first three groups will be granted immunity."
"I sure hope Gwen's group gets immunity," Owen commented. "Courtney's really mad at her."
"I hope Zeke and crabby girl lose," Chef said, "because I want Crabby to get voted off at long last."
"I just hope things get more interesting," Chris remarked. "For, good viewers, you shouldn't be watching anything else but Total... Drama... Comeback!
"And, if you have time to spare, watch the reruns of Total Drama Island. And not those damned censored versions on Cartoon Network! Hell, those crappy redubbings suck so much, they blew some of our best jokes. Those bunch of boobs have no testicles."
"Bitter, Chris man?" Chef asked.
(Confession Cam - They'll try to keep their sanity with the help of their camper friends.)
Chris Maclean - "Censorship munches."
Part 3 is coming up. Much more drama unfolds, so get a box of tissues.
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Yes, this is a serious warning. The third part is going to get quite dramatic. Heck, I might have to break this chapter into four parts, just like the first two days. If not, I'm coming back and editing this. If so, I'll keep this. I don't know why, I'm wild and crazy that way!
Here are the teams again:
Crocodile (Stupid) - Harold, Courtney, Gwen
Zebra (Charger) - Bridgette, Eva
Goat (Quarterback) - Tyler, Izzy, Noah
Duck (Groucho) - Cody, Katie
Pig (Dinner) - Duncan, Beth, Trent
Rat (Survivor) - Ezekiel, Heather