Episode 24: McClain's Eleven Part 2

"So, what's your crazy plan to get into Chef's fridge?" Kyra asked. She and TJ were in the boy's cabin lying on his bed, TJ spooning behind her with one arm wrapped around her. Kyra had failed in her attempt to break into Chef's fridge and, while she'd claimed she needed to cuddle with TJ to help her get over her loss, they both knew it was because she just liked being close to him.

"Oh, my plan is brilliant." TJ said confidently.

~CONFESSIONAL CAM~

"Why do I get the feeling that when he says brilliant he should be saying ridiculous?" Kyra asked herself. She sighed and then looked directly at the camera. "Well… this might be good for a laugh at least."

~END CONFESSIONAL~

"Okay, let's see it then." Kyra suggested, pulling TJ's arm off of her as she sat up.

"What?" TJ questioned, pushing himself up to sit next to her.

"Let's see your brilliant plan in action" Kyra reiterated. "It should be quite entertaining."

TJ chuckled. "You think I'm going to do something stupid that has little to no chance of getting me the win, don't you?" he asked. Kyra had to stop herself from nodding, but couldn't bring herself to shake her head, much less say no. "Okay then, let's make this interesting."

"Do you remember what happened last time we bet on a challenge?" Kyra reminded him.

"Yes. You lost miserably but I let you off the hook in exchange for a kiss." TJ answered.

"Good point. Fine, I'll take your bet. If you fail…" she paused to think about her wager. After the last time they'd done this she wasn't about to underestimate him. She either had to scare him out of this now or make a wager that would blow his mind. Then it hit her and she grinned. "If you fail, you have to go through the next challenge in just your underwear."

TJ grinned. "Okay, I'll see your PG-13 and raise you borderline X rated. If I win, we go skinny dipping tonight."

TJ had to be extremely confident if he was willing to be that bold. Kyra was almost having second thoughts now. But she wasn't about to back down. No, she was going to up the stakes. "If you're going to be that bold then I've got a little amendment to make to my wager. You still have to go through the next challenge in just your underwear… but also, we'll be going swimming tonight regardless of who wins… the difference being that, if you fail this challenge, I keep my suit on but you don't."

TJ grinned mischievously. "Done."

~CONFESSIONAL CAM~

"I can't lose." Kyra said to the camera. "The only difference is that if he wins he gets to ogle me too."

~END CONFESSIONAL~

They kissed to seal the deal.

Not much later Kyra sat on the steps of the boy's cabin as she watched TJ walk towards the Mess Hall as if he weren't up to anything. Out of the corner of her eye Kyra noticed Ayame walking towards her. "What's up, Kyra?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing." Kyra chuckled. "I'm just about to win a preview of what I hope to be my future bachelorette party."

"Okay…" Ayame said as she sat down next to the blond. "I want all the details but first I need you to agree to help me and Harper with something?"

"And what would that be?" Kyra inquired.

"Oh nothing… just a little payback."

Meanwhile, TJ walked straight up to the Mess Hall, fully aware that Chef was waiting just inside the door to protect his fridge. "Hey, Chef." He said casually as he walked inside. The extent of how nonchalant TJ was being had peaked Chef's interest and he decided to let TJ go… at least for a minute.

TJ walked up to the door to Chef's kitchen. He stood there for a moment, trying to figure out the possible combination to the security pad next to the door. "Could it be that simple?" he asked himself. He then shrugged and reached his hand towards the buttons on the pad. "Two, four, three, three." He then pressed pound and the door unlocked.

"How'd you figure out the code?" Chef demanded.

"There are letters on the buttons, like a phone." TJ pointed out. "That combination spells out your name! I would've tried something more difficult, like your social security number." With that he pushed open the door to the kitchen. He expected Chef to come after him, but he didn't. He wasn't an idiot. Chef had set a layered security system. If one security measure didn't get an intruder, another definitely would. That, and Chef was only supposed to come if an alarm was tripped or a dog started barking.

TJ stepped inside the kitchen but immediately stopped, spotting the laser grid. He then heard growling coming from the dogs. Both of the German Shepards were almost foaming at the mother and TJ was suddenly glad they were chained to the fridge. Just as they were about to go off into a barking frenzy TJ raised one hand into the air and the quieted down, as if waiting for something. He then snapped his fingers… music began to play and a disembodied voice began to sing.

"What is love?… baby don't hurt me… don't hurt me… no more…"

TJ started bobbing his head to the right slightly in time with the beat, the dogs quickly following suit. Being careful not to hit a laser, TJ moved over to the dogs and unchained them. "What is love?"

By now Chris had joined Chef in the Mess Hall, curious as to what the music was all about. Just as he took his place next to Chef, however, TJ drove by in a black BMW one dog in the passenger's seat and the other in the back, all three still head bobbing. "I don't know, with you not there. I give you my love but you don't care. So what is right, what is wrong? Give me a sign… What is love?"

As they drove out of the Mess Hall, Chris turned to Chef. "Where'd they get the car?" he asked.

"How the hell'd they get it in my kitchen?" Chef asked, completely flabbergasted.

Then something dawned on Chris. "Hey, is there a big gaping hole in the wall where the door used to be?"

"No."

"Then how'd he get the car out?"

At that point Chef couldn't take it anymore. He dropped to his knees, lifted his hands into the air, and looked straight up at the ceiling. "DAMN YOU, CARTOON PHYSICS!"

"You're being a little melodramatic, man." Chris pointed out.

"Right, sorry."

~LATER~

Sakura waited patiently on the deck of the girl's cabin, waiting patiently for Chef to abandon his post at the door of the Mess Hall. This wasn't pivotal to her plan, but it made it a lot easier. Like Kyra, Sakura's plan was simply to walk in and take her prize, but she had a few distinct advantages that Kyra didn't have.

~CONFESSIONAL CAM~

"I honestly owe TJ a huge favor." Sakura said to the camera. "Getting rid of the dogs made my life a whole lot easier. I also happened to overhear what the security code was, and I know to avoid the falling cage. I'm all set… still, I can't help but wonder where TJ and those dogs are…"

~ROXBURY NIGHT CLUB~

At the bar of the Roxbury night club stands TJ and the two German Shepards. As What is Love continues to play from seemingly nowhere they slowly begin to turn around, all three heads continuing to bob. A woman walks by and TJ walks over. Happily complying, TJ and the woman begin to dance, he grinding his pelvis into her rear. However, when the dogs come over and begin grinding/bumping into her as well she freaks out and runs off. TJ and the dogs continue dancing without her, as if they're the kings of the party, until security comes and throws them out of the club.

~WAWANAKWA ISLAND~

After nearly a half hour, Sakura spotted Chef heading off towards the communal washroom. He'd be gone at least five minutes, giving her plenty of time to break into the fridge and grab her immunity. She wasn't sure what she'd do with all that chocolate, but she began to contemplate this as she made her way over to the Mess Hall. Once inside the punched in the code to the security system, avoided the laser grid on the kitchen floor, gracefully dodged the falling cage that had captured Kyra, and made her way to the fridge.

Sakura stopped to get a good look at the fridge, making sure there wasn't some sort of trap set to go off when it was opened. There wasn't so much as a padlock on it. It just looked a bit heavier than usual, almost like a cross between a regular fridge door and the door to a bank vault. Cautiously, Sakura reached forward and pulled it open, not surprised that it was heavier than usual. But when she saw what was on the other side her jaw dropped.

She was looking into a cave… inside of Chef's refrigerator. She slowly stepped inside to get a better look, wanting to make sure she wasn't seeing things. When she heard a splash, she looked down to find herself stepping in a puddle. What really surprised her, however, was that her usual red wedges had been replaced with heavy work boots. The rest of her outfit had changed as well: she now wore heavy, dark jeans and a leather jacket. There was also a bullwhip tied to her belt and a fedora sitting on her head. "I don't know what this is, Chef…" she muttered to herself. "… but I'll play along."

She began moving further into the cave, watching every step she took. When things got too dark she pulled a lighter from her pocket and lit it. When her eyes adjusted to the light, however, she realized she was standing on a pressure plate. As poison tipped darts started shooting from the walls of the cave she sprinted forward, the projectiles barely missing her. As she rounded a corner, however, the sound of flying darts stopped as she stepped on another pressure plate. A rumbling started from deep within the cave. "Oh crud." Sakura complained as she began a second race for dear life.

An enormous bolder dropped down from the cave roof and began chasing her around every turn. This chase seemed to go on forever, but as she rounded one last corner she spotted a light at the end of the tunnel. Excited by this, she failed to notice yet another pressure plate and as she stepped on it a stone door began to lower to block her exit. At the same time, she noticed a large pit just in front of the closing exit. Thinking quickly, Sakura pulled her bullwhip from her belt and whipped it up, wrapping the end around a spire hanging from the cave roof. She swung over the pit as the bolder crashed down into it and she just barely made it under the descending stone door. She sighed in relief, now safely on the other side, only to realize her hat was now missing. She quickly reached back under the stone slab and grabbed the fedora, pulling it back just as her hand was about to be crushed.

Sakura chuckled to herself as she dusted off the hat and replaced it on her head. She then turned into this new chamber of the cave, lit by a large hole in the roof leading to the outside, and spotted what she'd been looking for. On an altar at the center of the chamber sat a golden totem made by the native people. She moved over to her prize and picked it up. "Now, let's get you to a museum."

~WHAT REALLY HAPPENED~

Sakura lay on the floor of Chef's kitchen, Chef, Chris, and Jason kneeling over her. Sakura was mumbling incomprehensibly, barely making legible words much less any sense. "Chef, what the hell did you do to my girlfriend?" Jason demanded.

"She was gassed with a hallucinogen when she opened the fridge." Chef explained. "She'll be fine once she gets off the high."

"This stuff isn't addictive, is it?" Jason questioned.

"No more than coffee. She just needs to rest for a few hours and she'll be fine."

Jason nodded, still a little wary of Chef, and picked Sakura up. Cradling her in his arms, he left the Mess Hall and headed to the girl's cabin to put Sakura to bed. It was only then that Chris asked what was on his mind. "Chef, is there anymore of that stuff?"

"No, that was a one-off."

"I see… so where did you get it to begin with?"

"DON'T ASK QUESTIONS!" Chef shouted before backhanding Chris across the face.

~LATER~

"So then I'll fly off the ramp with the rocket skates right into Chef's kitchen and claim my prize!"

"No."

"What do you mean no?" Nicholas demanded.

"You're an idiot. That's the exact same plan Dylan had and he failed miserably." Allister pointed out. "What makes you think you could pull it off any better?"

"Because I'm that awesome."

"Allow me to go get a glass of milk so I can spew it out of my nose as I laugh hysterically."

"Funny."

"I thought so."

"What're you guys going on about?"

Allister and Nicholas looked over Harper as he approached them. The two had been sitting in the infirmary for a while now, watching Dylan as he occasionally faded in and out of consciousness and discussing Nicholas's plan to get into Chef's fridge. Allister, like Tak and Ayame, had decided not to participate in the challenge as he had more important things to do like make sure Dylan was okay. "Hey, Harper. We're trying to figure out a reasonable plan for Nicholas here. So far he's come up with Assassin's Creed rip off, diet coke and mintos rocket, and a carbon copy of the plan that landed Dylan in here."

"You know, I could help you out with this." Harper said. "But I'm going to need a little favor in return."

"Name it. I want that immunity, damn it." Nicholas demanded.

"The two of you and Dylan just need to vote for the same person I do at the bonfire ceremony tonight."

Nicholas and Allister glanced at each other, both thinking the same thing. "Yeah, I'm going to need to hear a robbery plan before I agree to that." Nicholas said.

Harper nodded. "Okay, here's what you do…"

~LATER~

"I seem to remember seeing something exactly like this on South Park and it did not end well." Nicholas grumbled as he stood at the edge of the thousand foot cliff, now clad in cardboard wings strapped to his arms, a helmet, and for some reason he had a tank of helium strapped to his back.

"Just do it man!" Harper encouraged from behind him.

"Yeah!" Allister agreed. "Make the greatest Youtube video ever!"

"Not helping." Harper scolded.

"Oh holy father who art in heaven, hollowed by thy name—" Nicholas started.

"Just go!" Harper shouted as he pushed Nicholas over the edge. "And pull the red cord!"

As soon as these words registered with Nicholas he pulled the red cord, activating the helium tank on his back. A balloon on top of the tank began to inflate, quickly becoming massive enough to suspend Nicholas's wait in mid air. When he realized he was no longer falling, Nicholas opened his eyes to figure out what was going on. "Holy… this is awesome!"

Upon realizing what the cardboard wings were for, Nicholas started flapping his arms to control his movements. "Harper you're a god damn genius!"

~CONFESSIONAL CAM~

"They call me Braino." Harper admitted to the camera.

~END CONFESSIONAL~

Nicholas managed to make it half way to Chef's fridge before things went sour. A sudden gust of wind caught the balloon and blew his off course, straight into the woods. Suddenly Nicholas heard a loud pop and started to fall, but stopped with a sudden jerk. He looked up to find that the shattered remains of his balloon had managed to catch onto a large tree branch and keep his suspended.

Harper and Allister watched the whole thing, but the tree line had blocked their view of Nicholas's fate. It was then that something occurred to Allister. "How was that supposed to get him into Chef's fridge?" he asked.

Harper shrugged. "I just thought it would be awesome."

"And awesome it was." Allister agreed.

~LATER~

Nine down. Time to strike. Jason and Harper were the only ones left in the game (unless TJ returned from wherever he'd taken the dogs was, that is).

~ANIMAL SHELTER~

TJ and the two dogs stood at the front desk of the local animal shelter, still head bobbing as What is Love continued to play from seemingly nowhere. The three slowly turned around and strutted into the next room, filled with dogs in cages, in time with the music. TJ found two lovely looking female German Shepards, also bobbing their heads in time with the music, and let them out of their cages. The four dogs began dancing together while TJ stood in the corner with the lady from the front desk, both nodding in approval. Suddenly one of Chef's dogs tried to mount one of the females and the lady from the front desk hat to smack him on the nose to get him off. TJ and Chef's dogs booked it out of their as fast as their legs would take them.

~WAWANAKWA ISLAND~

Finally having managed to climb onto the kitchen roof, Jason pulled out the tools he'd stolen from Harper. Using the welder's torch he began cutting through the steel that Chef had blocked the sun roof with. Stopping just short of making a complete circle, Jason pulled up the metal like opening a can of soup. He then set up the rope and pulley and propelled down into the room, landing onto the table in the center. Moving over to the edge, he then placed two mirrors in the way of the laser grid, successfully blocking them without setting the alarms off. He did this with each laser until he reached the fridge. He reached out slowly, savoring the moment before he opened the fridge door and claimed his prize.

Then everything went black as Jason fell onto his back.

At that moment Harper punched in the security code to the door and stepped inside, finding Jason unconscious on the floor due to a spring loaded boxing glove. He'd known that Jason would do all the work for him.

~CONFESSIONAL CAM~

"Just goes to show you… don't mess with me." Harper said menacingly to the camera.

~END CONFESSIONAL~

Harper didn't waste his time as he moved over the Chef's fridge and claimed his prize. Sure enough, it was filled with chocolate, but all he was interested in was the immunity pass which was hanging on the back of the door.

Just as he grabbed it Chris appeared out of nowhere. "We have a winner!" he announced. "Tell us, Harper… how'd you do it?"

"Um… I just walked in."

"Outstanding!" Chris said enthusiastically, not really paying attention to the boy. "So, as promised you get immunity from tonight's bonfire ceremony as well as a lifetime supply of chocolate!"

"CHOOOOOOOCOLAAAAAAATE!"

"Everyone get the *censor* out of the way! She's gotten loose! LEEROOOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIINS!"

Payton suddenly burst into the room, dove into the fridge and started shoving every Hersheys bar and chocolate bunny into her mouth. Tak arrived too late and grimaced at what he saw, as did everyone else in the room.

It was then that TJ walked in, followed by Chef. "I'm here to claim my prize." TJ said confidently.

"Too late." Chris said. "Harper already got it."

"Oh come on!" TJ complained. "I was only partying with Chef's dogs for like…" he checked the time on his phone. "Four hours."

"Sorry man." Chris said. "Now, I think we all need to get the hell out of here and let Payton do her thing before she rips someone's arm off."

"I agree." Harper said.

They cleared out of the kitchen, but Chef stayed behind a bit longer to drag Jason out with him. Then something dawned on him. "Wait a minute… I didn't rig a spring loaded boxing glove.

~CONFESSIONAL CAM~

Harper sat in the confessional outhouse, whistling as if trying to prove his innocence which obviously gave him away. "Okay, so I did it." He admitted.

~BONFIRE CEREMONY~

"Welcome, campers, to the twelfth bonfire ceremony of the season!" Chris announced as the eleven campers took their seats around the fire, with the exception of Payton who was now so bloated and nauseated from all the chocolate she'd eaten that she hay to lay down in front of Tak because she couldn't keep her balance. "After today, there will only be ten of you left and I would like to commend all of you that have made it this far… Except for the unlucky jerk-wad that gets sent home today. Shall we find out who said jerk-wad is?" He reached down to the tray of marshmallows on his podium and picked one up. "Harper, you get immunity for winning the challenge today." He tossed the fluff ball to Harper. "Sorry about Payton eating your other reward, by the way."

"It's cool." Harper said. "Dunno what I would've done with a years worth anyway."

"All right then, moving on… Tak and Ayame, you're safe!" Chris tossed their safety as Tak and TJ high-fived and Ayame hugged Harper. "As are Dylan, Allister, TJ, Kyra, and Sakura!"

Jason glanced over to the half conscious Payton laying on the ground in front of Tak's feet, and then over to Harper who gave him a sly smirk.

~CONFESSIONAL CAM~

"Sakura, do me a favor." Jason said to the camera. "Throw Harper into a vat of whatever Chef cooks for dinner tomorrow night… But after that leave him alone, he's still my bud."

~END CONFESSIONAL~

"So… Jason… A little birdie tells me that you stole all of Harper's equipment for the challenge and yet he still managed to win. That's just plain sad, bro…" Chris continued. "But not as sad as the… unnerving condition Payton's chocolate addiction has gotten her into." Everyone glanced over to Payton as she abruptly sat up and leaned over one of the logs, vomiting behind it. Grimacing, Chris picked up the last marshmallow as Payton lay back down. "So, the last marshmallow goes to… Payton."

The marshmallow bounced off of Payton's forehead and into the fire as Jason stood up. He looked over to Harper again. "Sorry about what I did, man. Got a little carried away." He extended his hand out to the other boy. "No hard feelings?"

Harper chuckled and took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Nah. You've learned your lesson."

"You realize Sakura's still going to come after you whether we're square or not." Jason reminded him.

"Oh, don't worry. I've got plenty of protection." Harper said, gesturing towards Ayame.

"You're going to need more." Jason chuckled. With that he hugged Sakura, gave her a goodbye kiss, and headed towards the Dock of Shame, giving one last wave over his shoulder as he left.

"You know, I can't help but think that we forgot something." Chris said as he began pondering what that might be.

~THE WOODS~

"Hello? Anybody out there?" Nicholas called as he continued to dangle from the tree branch by his balloon. "I'm still stuck in a tree!" Suddenly the branch snapped and Nicholas went hurtling down to the ground, landing with a loud thud. "Okay… now I'm not… But I'm in extreme pain!"