I do not own any of this, Total Drama is product of Teletoon, and created by Tom McGillis and Jennifer Pertsch. Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet both belong to the aforementioned parties and certainly not me.
[Opening intro]: I Wanna Be Famous plays as the camera follows a rail, narrowly avoiding Chris, and zooming down a Cliffside, and down into the water. In the water we see Robert swimming underwater, his muscled legs frog kicking his way through the lake. The camera rises up through the water to show Logan and Zelda sitting on a rock not too far off into the distance, Zelda raises her hand, pointing at a cloud. Suddenly, Dutch jumps from above, landing behind the two and scaring them into the water. The bigger boy points at the two, laughing his lungs away. The camera pans away from the lake, moving to show Marina and Corey racing one-another on a pair of animatronic Galimimus', Leon and Ruby are shown sitting back-to-back grumpily on a stump while Anistasia sings a song to cheer both of them up. Marina and Corey's Galimimus' knock the performing girl down, and into Leon's arms, the two of them blush heavily before looking away from one another. Moving onward, the camera zooms in to this season's "mess hall" which resembles a cave. Inside the mess hall, Gina is seen, patting Anthony's back in support as Chef Hatchet cracks a giant, spotted dinosaur egg over the two teenager's heads; snickering with his classic creepy Chef grin. Going through the window, Michael can be seen shirtless, doing modeling poses as Lilly, Tatiana, and Dorothy, ogle him, swooning. Sally can be seen not too far off in the distance, crying into her palms before a hand rests on her shoulder. She looks up and behind her, seeing Randal looking down at her with a smile; she herself smiles back at him. Further into the woods, Tocho bandages
up the leg of a raccoon before Andrew falls out of the tree that is beside them. His actions accidentally scare the animal into attacking the two boys. Both Tocho and Andrew run away from the raccoon, accidentally knocking over Sasha. The camera scans the island's beach, showing Rickie, Daniel, and Serena relaxing in fold-out chairs before Sandra dumps a bucket of sand on Daniel's head, befuddling the boy. A Tyrannosaurus enters the scene and scares all four off-screen. The camera finally settles at the campfire ceremony, all contestants, and Chris, whistling the opening theme.]
[The screen fades in from black, focusing on a small blue bird, which is standing on a tree branch; happy chirps can be heard coming from it's little beak. The small bird continues to sing and chirp in rhythm before flying away at the sound of a large crash. The camera pans down to give the image of Rickie lying slumped over against a tree and groaning; Randal can be seen walking away from the scene with his fists clenched at his sides.]
Confession Cam
Randal: There is literally only so much a guy can take, you know? Honestly I was stupid to think that that bastard was my friend. Plus he pines about forgiveness and continuously denies having done me wrong; yet he won't forgive his dad. Hell he's lucky to even have one…not that Luther's right though..Mom, Dad, if you are out there, please call me, text me, do something!
End Confession Cam
[Rickie weakly raises his hand and uses it to move the hair from his eyes, looking up at the sky with starry eyes.]
Confession Cam
Rickie: Well…that was unexpected. Okay, I'm sick and tired of being the only person trying here. There is no way I can deal with both Luther and Randal at the same time. I'm done trying to fix things between us; I'm just going to stop speaking to Randal from here on out.
End Confession Cam.
[Rickie arcs his arms behind his back as if to push himself off of the floor just as the greasy figure of Luther appears before him; extending an arm out to the out-of-breath surfer.]
Luther: Need a hand, Son?
[Rickie pushes his father's hand out of the way, standing up on his own.]
Rickie: I don't want your charity, and I told you to stop calling me that.
Luther: Well like it or not I am your dad so I am going to keep calling you son; Son. Besides are you really just going to take that? The jock gave you quite a haymaker to the ticker and you're just going to sit here? If it were me he'd be down on the floor with a one-two.
Rickie: Okay, two things: One, you are not in any way, shape, or form a dad; so stop suddenly acting like it or I am important to you when neither have seemed to matter for the past 13 years. Two, I don't need to take that from a fucking convict, so just leave me the Hell alone already.
[Luther's eyes narrow a bit, visually having trouble hiding his growing rage behind his phony cool-guy smile. He raises his white-sleeved arm to itch the back of his head and looks into his son's eyes.]
Luther: Be that as it may, you still shouldn't take that. Besides, we can at least agree that what that boy did to you was wrong? Even if I hadn't seen every episode of this show it'd be easy to see that you've been set up.
[Rickie stops in his tracks, hesitantly turning around, and looks at his father with an inquisitive look.]
Rickie: Wait…you know? Well why don't you just tell him that then?
Luther: Yes Son, I do know, and I have tried telling him but that boy is hell-bent on getting his revenge. Honestly I would hate to see it come to this, but if he does something like that again I say you fight back. Maybe you can beat some sense into the kid.
Rickie: Nice try Luther, but I'm not going to attack my friend. I'm certain that I can get Randy back on my side; I just need a little more time.
Luther: Fair enough, but you just better hope that he gives you that time.
[With that, Luther walks past Rickie; following in Randal's footsteps.]
Luther: Say boys, McLean's bound to have the things we need to get this wedding going. I say we search his house.
[With Luther having walked off-screen, Rickie looks down at the ground; lifting his tanned hands and staring at them.]
Confession Cam
Rickie: I'm not saying that Luther's right here…in fact I KNOW he is dead wrong about Randal. But he does bring up a valid point, surprisingly enough. What if I'm not able to talk some sense into Randy? I mean if it does come down to it I may have to actually fight my friend. Goddamn, I hate that man with all of my being.
End Confession Cam
[The camera fades to black before re-opening to show Anistasia and Dutch leaning with their backs against a tree, looking in opposite directions. The boorish youth picks up a pebble, tossing it up in his hand before positioning it in front of his eye. The tall, brown-haired girl looks where his arm is pointing curiously.]
Anistasia: Dutch, What are you doing?
Dutch: Just aiming.
Anistasia: Aiming at wha-
[She is cut off as the camera zooms out to show what the boy was aiming at: a chipmunk. The small rodent falls off of it's tree branch as the pebble smacks it in its leg; just barely catching itself on a bent piece of bark. The chipmunk opens its clenched eyes, breathing a sigh of relief before staring daggers in Dutch's direction, shouting, and shaking its fist as it climbs off-screen.]
Anistasia: Oh my fucking God Dutch! That was horrifying. Why the Hell would you do such a terrible thing to such a small animal?
Dutch: Eyeroll Does it matter Showgirl? I'm just trying to find a way to entertain myself since you made me stick around.
Anistasia: Of course it matters! You just threw a rock at a chipmunk! Who the Hell would do something like that?!
Dutch: Does it matter? Me, I guess; now leave me alone so I can think.
Anistasia: Look Dutch, is this because of Logan being eliminated? Because I've been thinking that it looks like it's bothering you a whole lot, and if you ever need to talk to anyone that I am right here.
[Dutch looks at Anistasia, a mixture of defensive anger and hurt in his eyes.]
Dutch: What is it about "leave me alone." Do you not understand? I don't care if he's gone, all I care about is beating you, and your little boyfriend, to the million.
Anistasia: Right, if you want to be that way then fine. Just know that Leon and I are here for you if you need anything.
Dutch: Yeah, yeah whatever…how long are we waiting back here again?
Anistasia: Long enough for Dad to talk Geoff back into the wedding I guess.
Dutch: Don't you think we should maybe check on them? It's been like a full hour now.
Anistasia: Actually, it's only been about 20 minutes…but I get your point, we should probably go check out what they're saying.
Confession Cam
Anistasia: So Daddy told Dutch and I to stay back while he went to go speak with Geoff in private, while Ma went to go tell Chris that we found Geoff. I don't know why he wouldn't want us by him though, what could he possibly tell him that he wouldn't want me to hear?
…
Dutch: That girl thinks she can get inside my head like that…I'm not stupid; I've done the math and figure that there's no way she didn't send Logan home. I don't trust easily, and I'm sure as Hell not starting now. Don't worry pipsqueak, I'm not gonna fall for it. What to do with the money though?
End Confession Cam
[When the screen returns to the previous scenario, Dutch and Anistasia begin to sneak around the three they were previously leaning against, stealthily moving up the hill before looking down to see the figures of two fully-grown men sitting across from one-another on a set of boulders. One is the tuxedo-clad form of Party Boy Geoff, his chin resting on his hands and looking a little distraught; the other figure being the polo shirt that is Anistasia's dad. The camera zooms in closer on the two of them; Geoff looking down at the floor as Adam stands up, walks over to the Partier's log, and sits places his hand on the boy's back.]
Geoff: I dunno man, it just seems like Bridge and I are fighting more and more each day…a lot more than we used too. I thought getting married would solve everything…but now she's called off the wedding, and she's asking me to stop with my dare-delicious tricks and stunts; she's basically telling me to stop living my life and having fun. I love her, and I'd do anything for her…but I don't know if I can really give up having all this fun yet.
Adam: Well Geoff, as I said; this is a decision that only the two of you can make. Marriage is something that is forever Geoff, and if you go into it thinking otherwise then it may not be for the best. But you do love Bridgette, right?
Geoff: Well of course I do guy; like with all of my heart.
Adam: Okay, now tell me this: why do you love her?
[Geoff's face contorts into a thoughtful expression for a moment, his lips pouted out before lighting up with a bright expression.]
Geoff: Well, I guess it's because she's like…well Bridgette's just so…she's always been the most amazing girl in the world. Like if Bridgette were a food she'd be like my mom's mac 'n' cheese. You get what I'm saying?
Adam: Um…maybe I could use a little bit of a clarification on that.
Geoff: Well she's always so nice, and gentle, and soft…plus she's hot and always a pleasure to have around. Bridgette makes me feel really special, and I guess if it weren't for mere I probably wouldn't still be around. She's saved my life so many times that I guess it can be kind of hard to keep track of all the times she's saved my butt throughout the years…I mean even when we first met she was always someone I could rely on, even if I got kind of creepy with that picture frame…Plus whenever I'm around her…I dunno, I just don't feel like I would ever need anybody else. We've been through a lot over the past five years, and she just keeps getting better and better. I don't see myself being with anybody else.
Adam: I see, and do you think that's worth never being able to perform as many extreme sports or activities anymore?
Geoff: Well…I guess when you put it like that, it kind of makes sense…but what if she won't have me back? I mean I've kind of promised this type of thing before.
Adam: Well it's just a risk you're going to have to take for the person you love Geoffrey. Think about it this way, Bridgette has willingly stuck by you through all of the pain, and agony, and torment you put yourself through. She stuck with you when you turned on your friends when you two became hosts. She seems to care about you more than she does herself at times Geoff. If I were you I wouldn't let her get away from me. You obviously care for one another very deeply, maybe it isn't too late son.
Geoff: Do you really think so? Well I guess I can give up the death-defying stunts, not even a challenge or anything.
Adam: Well, it's not too late, but I would hurry up if I were you; the wedding is in only a few hours away.
[The Party Boy stands up fast, placing his straw hat on his head, straightening his tux, and looking at the older man with a confident smile.]
Geoff: Don't worry Bridgey-Bear; Geoff's acoming! Thank you so much Mr. uh sorry dude, what was your name again?
Adam: Just call me Adam, please.
Geoff: Right, thanks a bunch Adam dude!
[And with that, Geoff is off. The boy runs past Anistasia and Dutch; back through the forest and off screen. As he passes Dutch, the bully's face loses color; as if he is in deep thought.]
Confession Cam
Dutch: I don't know why…but what Ani's dad said has been sticking with me for a while now. Without Bridgette, Party Boy is just another over-excited jerk off, and without Logan I'm pretty much fucked. I need someone by my side who will keep me from getting kicked out. Since Shithead and his girlfriend are pretty tight, and he hates me, I can't go to them; no matter what she told me. Surfer boy and Randal likely aren't gonna be here much longer, so that leaves me with Sandy or Marina. I can't trust either one of them farther than I can throw them, but Sandra is the only other person on this team more hated than me, so I'm gonna go with her.
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Adam: I meant every word that I told Geoff. Marriage is an equal partnership, and just like a partnership, both people must benefit the other. Geoff and Bridgette really do bring out the best in one-another, and I think how long they have been together, and how much they do care for each-other, shows that they will make an amazing couple. If my marriage to Gabby has taught me anything, it's that no matter how irrational or eccentric you are, a person who truly loves you will stay at your side; despite how overboard you may go…wow, am I ever glad I came on this show now.
End Confession Cam
[The scene changes once more, doubling back to show a large mansion; complete with an even larger, gold-plated statue of none other than Chris McLean; from the back the half-destroyed shack that once housed the host's extravagant hot tub is within sight. The mansion's two large, mahogany doors have been opened wide, and three sets of mud-encrusted footprints can be seen leading inside. The camera zooms through the hallway, bypassing a lavish ivory fountain in the main hall, hanging a left past a row of Corinthian-leather easy chairs, before finally coming to a halt in a large room with walls fully-stacked with portraits and busts of McLean's million-dollar mug. Randal walks into the room, visually scanning the room roughly before walking in further. He cups his hands around his mouth as he eyes a small, white door at the end of the room.]
Randal: Luther, are you in here? Did you find anything?
[The boy slides his hands off of his face, and one of them into the large pocket of his black basketball shorts, and walks towards the door. He opens it slowly, his dark eyes bugging out at the sight of a rather large lap-pool at the center of the room. In the pool, the greasy form of Luther can be seen lathering his bronze skin with soap, and surrounding him with a thick ring of suds. He continues to wash himself for minutes, completely oblivious to the athlete's presence. Randal stands in the doorway, growing impatient before finally shouting for the con man's attention.]
Randal: Luther! What the Hell are you doing? Are you seriously taking a bath right now?
Luther: What? Oh heya kid, yeah I was wandering around McLean's house, looking for those wedding supplies, or whatever, and I came across Pretty Boy's bath. Take a look at this thing; it's huge!
Randal: Seriously? Luther, we are in the middle of a challenge right now! We need to get the supplies to the wedding site as soon as possible. It's bad enough that we're not going to be bringing the actual supplies back to camp; we can't afford to be taking baths right now; especially not in a swimming pool.
Luther: Eh bathtub, pool, same thing. Besides, we've got plenty of time till the wedding. I'm only in here right now because I have my duds in McLean's expensive self-cleaning wash. You should put yours in next, then get your ass in this tub; that jersey of yours has gotta be ripe by now.
Randal: One; ew. Two; you may not need to take this seriously Luther, but Rickie and I do. If we lose this challenge it will be us on the chopping block; not you.
Luther: Don't you see kid? Either way you aren't going to be the one going home tonight. It's all a part of the plan; either we bring back the supplies and there is no harm done, or we ditch Rickie, and the supplies, and I will personally make sure he is out; it really is a win-win.
[Randal's jaw drops, his eyes showing a bit of anger after hearing of Luther's plan.]
Randal: Luther! No, we are not doing that. Rickie may be a lot of things, but he does not deserve to be stabbed in the back like that; especially not by his own father! IF we lose the challenge, I am not going to let you do that to him! I'm all for voting Rickie out, but I am not going to sabotage him like that.
Luther: Fine, have it your way kid; we won't set my boy up. But we still do have quite a bit of time left till the wedding. I'd suggest at the very least taking a shower, it must've been weeks since you've had one.
[As Luther says this, he begins to climb out of the pool, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around his waist; Randal's hands fling up to cover his eyes at the sight of this. The con man whistles his way out of the room, leaving Randal beside the pool to think.]
Confession Cam
Luther: So what if Jockstrap didn't take to the plan? I thought he would have, but I guess the boy's got more integrity than that; shame too. A guy that size would make an excellent crook. Oh well, either way I don't see either one of them being safe tonight; of that, I can guarantee. Thanks again for the bath beads McLean.
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Randal: Rickie may be a lot of things, but I am not going to let his own father screw him over like that. Does he deserve to have a father in the first place? Well I'm not going to get into that…but Luther can't screw him out of his fair shot at the prize; even if he was just trying to help me. Mom…Dad, please just send me a sign so I know that he was wrong…literally anything to know that you're okay!
[A light from the confessional falls and hits him on the head, flattening his black, spiked hair.]
Randal: That wasn't what I meant…
End Confession Cam
[The camera switches focus now to Serena , Ruby, and Serena's mother Jessica. The three ladies appear to have located Bridgette, who is sitting on a stump with a paper bag over her face.]
Jessica: Well Bridgette, you do love him right?
Bridgette: Of course I love Geoff, he's the sweetest, most amazing guy I have ever met. I endured so much pain and torture on Total Drama, and just the thought of Geoff was all I needed to keep going. I just wish he could grow up a little; you know? It's like, every day, we take three big steps in our relationship and then two steps backward. I just love him so much, but I don't want to be burying Geoff a year into our marriage; I wish he would take his life seriously, I mean surfing can be dangerous, but I am always extra careful when I go; if it were Geoff out there he would go out surfing, covered in chum, just for the extra adrenaline rush. It's just that our relationship can be difficult is all, besides, what if things change after we get married? What if we stop loving one-another?
[Jessica leans as forward as she can, careful not to put too much stress on her baby pouch of a tummy and fall over. The older woman places her hand on the surfer girl's, looking at her with a smile.]
Jessica: Bridgette, you two have been together for five years now. You two have managed to overcome so much through your relationship to just give up now. But you do need to take how serious marriage really is; especially before you two have children. But you also need to take into account that you're both in your twenties now; if you are going to take this huge of a step then you both need to stop your childish behavior and start careers.
Bridgette: I'd never ask Geoff to give up things that make him happy though. I just wish he would live a little safer is all. I mean, if we have children how would I explain to them that Daddy isn't there to tuck them in because he died riding a skateboard off a skyscraper? I'd gladly give up surfing for Geoff…I just don't know if he'd do the same for me.
Serena: If I may interject here…
Jessica: Quiet down Serena, this is a discussion between adults, and unless you have a mature, adult point of conversation then I would keep it down.
Serena: But Mom…
Jessica: No buts Serena, this is a serious conversation; we don't need your insight on creativity or fun; this is about marriage; not art.
Serena: No Mom, I'm tired of you holding the way I want to live my life over my head. I have serious input for this conversation, and you're keeping me down…just like you and Dad always do.
[Bridgette lifts the bag a little, a perplexed look crossing her face as she removes it entirely and clears her throat.]
Bridgette: Actually Mrs. Jones, I would like to hear what she has to say.
Serena: Well Bridgette, what I was going to say is that, while taking your lives seriously is very important to a relationship; it should be equally as important to take the other person's feelings and emotions into account, and not insist their life be boring just because your is, otherwise they will just find excuses to defy you elsewhere.
[Serena says this last part, looking at her mother; her stern expression showing that she is trying to reason with her.]
Jessica: Yes, buy you can't just let the other person do whatever they want Bridgette, otherwise they will never be able to reach their full potential and grow as a person; to be the best that you know they can be.
[Jessica says this part, eyeing her daughter. Bridgette looks between the two women, looking a little confused. Bridgette looks at the two women even more confused.]
Bridgette: Are we still talking about Geoff?
Serena: True…but you can't lock the other person down, otherwise they will just end up going elsewhere for fun and not taking anything you say into consideration. Think of it like this, your former fellow competitors Duncan and Courtney only broke up because of the harsh rules she gave him; you don't want that to happen with Geoff.
Jessica: I know of what my daughter is referring to; her father and I interpreted it a different way. That girl only placed such restrictions on that little knave because she cared about him. She wanted to keep him off of the streets, or even worse…dead. People need boundaries, and you can't always let them do what they want Bridgette; you need to think about what you know is best if you want your relationship to work.
[Serena looks down for a second, before looking at her mother with sympathetic, but stern, eyes.]
Serena: Fine, I guess that makes sense; but you need to understand that they are also an individual and should be able to speak and act as such; because, while I do love you, I'm never going to be like you two…I want my own life and to be creative, and most importantly I want you to support me and trust that I'm making a good decision for myself. For the past ten years it's been hard to trust that you guys even still love me, much less trust me with my own future.
[Jessica looks at her daughter, a small tear forming in her eye.]
Jessica: Serena…of course we love you. Your father and I understand that we have a very artistic and creative child, but we just want you to be able to excel at life. We don't want you to go through the hardships of being a struggling artist, living off of making sandwiches, being paycheck-to-paycheck. We trust that you're a smart girl, we both know you are, but we just don't want you to waste your potential and wind up unhappy.
Serena: Really?
Jessica: Yes, of course Serena.
[The two girls lean in and hug one another, making Bridgette look towards the camera with a confused look upon her face.]
Serena: I love you Mom.
Jessica: I love you too Serena.
Bridgette: So, I'm just gonna go…
[Bridgette leaves the scene awkwardly, walking through the woods; until she is stopped by a pale white hand being placed on her shoulder, causing her to scream. She turns around to see Ruby standing behind her, her face as white as her hoodie.]
Bridgette: Oh, sorry about that; you scared me a bit; um, what was your name again?
Ruby: Ruby.
Bridgette: Right, sorry; I just had to leave there; things got a little weird.
Ruby: It's fine, about what happened with Serena and her mom…
Bridgette: Oh it's not that, I think it was really sweet that the two of them could resolve their differences; I just had to leave because it felt a little odd being around that when my own relationship is, well you know.
Ruby: Yeah…I get what you mean. But what they were saying before it got weird still sticks. I don't know about good relationships, the only one I ever had turned out to be fucking terrible, but you and Geoff seem to have a really good thing together; he looks to be a much better boyfriend than Kevin ever was.
Bridgette: I'm sorry about that…but do you really mean that? I mean Geoff's not exactly the sharpest axe at the store…though he really is the best boyfriend I've ever had.
Ruby: Well then do what you want, either way you'll end up alone at the very end; we all will. If you bury him in a year or forty years; it won't make a difference. It's the time you do spend with him that matters, not how long the time is. I mean, I'm me and even I understand that.
Bridgette: Well…you do have a point.
Ruby: Growing up the way I have, marriage and love have always seemed like sick lies…especially after Kevin and I split. There is something about you and Geoff though…I don't know what it is but I feel like you two really are made for one-another. You should really reconsider calling off this wedding Bridge; you might miss out on a lot.
Bridgette: Smiling Thank you Ruby; that really means a lot…I think I'm going to go speak with Geoff now; wish me luck!
[Bridgette speed walks through the woods, leaving Ruby to return to the other women alone. As the albino walks off-screen the camera switches focus back to the mansion's interior. Rickie is in the process of loading chairs into a large truck that is covered in a navy blue tarp with the image of Chris' face on each side. The surfer removes his hat, running the back of his hand across his brow; drops of sweat sliding down his arm and onto the floor. Just as the boy tosses another white oak chair into the truck, the towel-clad form of Luther walks behind him; placing his hand on his shoulder.]
Luther: Need a little help there son?
Rickie: What did I tell you about calling me that?
[Rickie looks around, seeing that he has gathered roughly enough chairs to hold the wedding, he leans against the truck and places his hand back on his head.]
Rickie: I still don't agree with this plan Luther; the only reason I said okay is because I don't feel like having a reason to be sent home tonight. Now that you're back I really need the money to keep you away from Mom!
Luther: Ha come on Rick, you know if you were to let your guard down for just a bit you might be able to see that I'm a changed man; prison will do that to you.
Rickie: Right, yeah, because I am definitely going to do something as stupid as letting my guard down with you here.
Luther: Fair enough, but you know you'll need to start trusting me sometime Son. Do we have anything else we need to load into the truck?
[Rickie looks around the room, scanning it from right to left, before motioning over to a series of tables stacked on top of one-another.]
Rickie: Looks like we have those to move.
[The surfer moves to the middle of one of the wooden tables that has been stacked upside-down on top of another one. He inches it off, pulling at each side until he rests it on its side on the floor.]
Rickie: You want to make yourself useful Luther? Then help me load these tables onto the truck.
[The older man looks nods, undoing his towel and letting it fall to the floor, causing Rickie to swing his head away in shock.]
Rickie: Dude; not cool! Put your damn towel back on!
Luther: Hehehe, oh relax kid; I'm wearing boxers.
[Rickie turns his head reluctantly, looking over at his father and letting a sigh of relief when he sees he is wearing a pair of navy blue, silk boxers.]
Luther: I don't like to dry myself naked, towels feel weird on the boys.
Rickie: Will you just shut up with the disgusting crap Luther? We need to move these tables onto the truck before the challenge timer runs out.
Luther: Oh relax Rickie, we have plenty of time, I've been telling the same thing to your athlete friend; at least he knows when to relax.
Rickie: First of Luther, I know how to relax; it's one of my favorite things to do, but Mom taught me that things as important as this need to be done first; she's an actual good parent. Second, Randal is doing what?
Luther: Oh yeah, I showed him McLean's big ass tub; I mean pool. I convinced the kid to take a load off; you should too. I told you before kiddo; I am here to help you. Even if you guys do lose this challenge, I will personally make certain he is the one getting a ticket out of here; not you.
Rickie: What? No Luther, that's horrible! I am going to go find Randy and make sure he doesn't do that! I am the de facto leader here; it is my job to make sure we win this challenge.
Luther: Isn't that burly kid your "leader"?
Rickie: Dutch is nothing Luther, I have been taking this team to the top this whole time, I refuse to allow bullies like you and he to push the rest of us around! Now I am going to go find Randal and personally make sure he does not screw this challenge up!
[Rickie marches out of the room, angrily; leaving the boxer-clad Luther to move furniture into the truck.]
Confession Cam
Rickie: I know I said earlier that I would stop speaking to Randy…but I can not let Luther get away with making us lose. I only hope he will be willing to listen.
End Confession Cam
[Rickie walks down the hallway from the garage door, calling out Randal's name in an attempt to locate the boy. As he passes a wooden door, he hears the sound of a pot smashing in the room next to him. Curiously, he opens the door, looking inside for what may have fallen.]
Rickie: Randy? Is that you in there?
[Rickie enters the dark room just in time to see a silhouette, crouched on all fours and holding a stack of papers in its hand. As the Surfer flicks on the light, the figure jumps into an air duct above in a flash of forest green and blue. Rickie scratches his head before picking up the papers stack; reading it closely. His expression turns from shock, to confusion, to anger with every line he reads. For the first time in his life Rickie feels a burning rage inside his body as he looks at the final slip of paper under the stack: a check for 13 million dollars written payable to Luther Gutierrez, signed by none other than Chris McLean. The boy takes the stack of papers under his arm, marching out of the room and turning back to the garage before stopping and heading in the opposite direction.]
Confession Cam
Rickie: So, according to these papers, Chris hired Luther to come back here and stir up drama, and to make my life Hell! This is…I swear I am going to make the two of them pay! I knew Chris was a shithead, but this is WAY over the line! I fucking knew that Luther was here for no good…shit, he's been spewing shit to Randy this whole time! Okay, I need to get to him before Luther can, but first; I think I know what I am going to do with this check.
End Confession Cam
[Rickie continues to walk through the hallway, finally stopping when he reaches the kitchen. The large, stainless steel refrigerator's doors have been opened wide; Randal's blue jersey is sticking out of it as its arms drop food into boxes. The Athlete sighs, stepping back and wiping his forehead. Rickie steps forward, taking the papers out and setting them on the table, eyeing a nearby landline phone.]
Rickie: Randy…we need to talk.
[The camera fades out, moving on to show Chris back at camp; pacing back and forth while running his hands through his slightly greying hair. The aging host's breath becomes quicker paced before Chef Hatchet places one of his large palms on his shoulder.]
Chef Hatchet: Relax Chris, I'm sure those kids will be back with those other kids soon.
[Chris spins around abruptly, looking at his co-host with a hysterical expression.]
Chris McLean: Calm down? You expect me to calm down? That's easy for you to say CJ, if this wedding doesn't happen on time you're not the one who is going to lose their job to those sniveling blond lovebirds. You're not the one who personally pays for the wedding out of your own pocket, and you're not the one with a reason to freak out here! Gah I hire that brat Courtney as my lawyer and she can't even read the fine print for me! She is so fired!
[A voice can be heard from behind Chris, after a bit of feminine laughter.]
Noah: Ironic, isn't it Chris?
[Chris turns around, looking to see the now adult figures of Courtney and Noah standing behind him. Courtney is dressed in a fierce, yet elegant deep green cocktail dress; her light purple eyeliner making her hazel eyes pop around her honey-brown shoulder-length hair. Beside her is a brown-skinned man, just a couple inches taller than the former CIT after his growth spurt; dressed in a black suit with a maroon button-up undershirt. His jet black hair is of average length, but jelled back with light curls.]
Chris McLean: What do you two think you're doing here? Parahnji, shouldn't you be back in Calgary doing my taxes or something? And you…*Points at Courtney* you have a lot of nerve coming here after allowing that clause to slip through on the wedding contract. How could you allow me to sign that paper, knowing full well that I would lose everything if the wedding did not go off well?
Courtney: Can you blame me? You put us all through Hell for almost six full years, excusing every little thing you made us endure with our contracts and "fine print". You should be happy Chris; I learned it from you.
Chris McLean: You little!
Courtney: Relax Chris, all you need to do to not breach your contract is to make sure that Geoff and Bridgett wed within the next two hours…oh, and you can't fire myself or Noah here.
Noah: Ha, thanks again for that babe.
[Noah leans in, kissing the Attorney on her naturally tanned cheek, making her blush a little.]
Courtney: Don't mention it Noah, the least I could do for my fiancée.
Chris McLean: Cute, but how am I supposed to make sure this wedding happens if I don't have the bride and groom here, much less the supplies.
Courtney: As far as I can tell, that's your problem McLean. I'm sure you'll figure something out though; you always seem to. Come on Noah, I want to see how Cody's handling the twins without Sierra here to help him reel them back in.
Noah: Ciao Chris, see you at the wedding.
[The Indian gives Chris a condescending wink before sliding his hand around his fiancee's waist and walking in the opposite direction, towards the other boats now docking at the shore.]
Chris McLean: That's it…I'm ruined.
[The camera moves back to McLean's kitchen, where Randal and Rickie appear to have set their differences aside, and are now strategizing. Rickie straightens his hat over his greasy ginger mop and looks at his teammate, opening his mouth as though to speak; stopped only by Randal opening his.]
Randal: This is serious bullshit! Can you believe this?
Rickie: Honestly I am not surprised Randy. I never trusted my "father" to do anything other than try to fuck me over in any way he could, and I am sure Chris paying him to do so was just as tempting.
Randal: I could tell he was a shithead Rick…but that's not how parents are supposed to be! Your father shouldn't willingly be screwing you over like that! I was hating you for not giving him a shot…but…just…I understand now.
Rickie: Now we just need to find a way to let the others know about what Chris did...maybe if we confront him about it we can convince him to lighten up on us with it.
Randal: No…I have a much better idea, but we can't let Luther think that we know about this.
Rickie: Noted, and I have an idea of what we can do to keep that bastard from getting this money.
[The two boys continue their planning as the scene changes back to the shore where the wedding is to take place. All of the other scavengers have returned, and the remaining campers are setting up the supplies they have foraged. Chris looks around at the set now being built around him, his eyes shift gaze to Chef Hatchet; who is catering the event.]
Chris McLean: Okay…well this is good, all we need now are the bride and groom…things are looking better McLean.
Bridgette: Geoff!
[The camera pans right to show Bridgette running across the beach in her dress, her mascara having ran from her tears. She pushes the host out of her way just as the tall blond form of Geoff runs from the other side; towards his beautiful fiancée.]
Geoff: Bridge!
[As Chris begins to stand up slowly, the two share a passionate hug, knocking him down again.]
Geoff: I missed you so much babe, I'm sorry for not taking your feelings into account as much as I should…I promise I'm gonna work harder on that from now on; no more dangerous stunts.
Bridgette: Aww Geoff, that means so much! But I can't ask you to give up on what makes you happy, maybe we can just tone them down?
Geoff: Sure thing babe, all I know is that I want you by my side from now on. You mean more to me than anything else in the world. So…is the wedding back on?
[Bridgette slaps Geoff roughly before smiling at him and nodding "yes".]
Bridgette: Of course it is; you dope.
[As the two lovers engage in a kiss, their assistants walk on camera as well. Anistasia and her parents take a stand a few feet away, while Dutch walks past them; rudely. Serena and Ruby also take a stand nearby, admiring the duo. Lastly, Jessica walks in stage-left, arching over a little and holding her stomach; a little exhausted.]
Serena: Are you okay mom?
Jessica: Yeah, sure thing hon, just let me catch my breath.
[The woman collapses to her knees, rolling onto her stomach as her daughter and the rest of the spectators run to her side.]
Bridgette: Are you okay Mrs. Jones?
Serena: Mom? What's wrong?
Jessica: I'm okay, I'm okay…I think the baby's coming though.
Serena: What? We need to get you to a hospital or something!
Jessica: No time, he's coming.
Serena: He?
Jessica: I can tell, you're gonna have a brother soon.
Serena: Well we need a doctor then…does anyone here have any kind of experience with childbirth?
[Gabriella rushes to Jessica's side, holding her hands as Geoff and Bridgette kneel down.]
Gabriella: That's it Mrs. Jones, deep breaths, we're going to get you through this.
Bridgette: I don't know if it'll help much, but I volunteered at my town's local aquatic shelter; we had to help a mother harp seal give birth.
Gabriella: It'll have to do.
[Gabriella positions Bridgette in-between Jessica's legs; Geoff slowly walks over to his fiancée, kneeling down and rubbing her back a little.]
Geoff: Don't worry babe, I know you can do this.
[He looks down a little, holding in a gag.]
Geoff: You want my help Bridge?
Bridgette: No, it's alright Geoff; just everyone else take a few steps back so she can breath…oh, looks like we've got a head.
[Geoff, winces a little before refocusing on the birth taking place before his eyes. Bridgette leans in a little along with Gabriella, and after a series of grunts from the two women, Bridgette leans back; now holding a small, wailing newborn child in her arms. Gabriella cuts the umbilical chord and ties it into a belly button. Bridgette wipes a bit of placenta off of the child's forehead, smiling down at the baby boy, who in turn stops his whining and clings to her a little tightly. Geoff leans in, looking at the kid as well.]
Geoff: Aww lookie there little guy; he likes you Bridge.
Bridgette: Oh, he's so cute!
[The two stare at the new born child as it nuzzles into Bridgette's chest peacefully, cooing in awe of the adorable sight. Their peace is disturbed when Gabriella clears her throat a little sharply, holding her arms out for the child. Reluctantly, Bridgette hands the child over to Anistasia's mother, who in turn hands him to his own mother.]
Jessica: Oh you are a little cutie, aren't you?
Chris McLean: Somebody please tell me we caught that on camera! A wedding AND a childbirth in one episode; the ratings for this thing are going to be through the roof!
[Chris then looks around for any missing competitors; seeing that Tocho and his uncle have finished constructing shoddily-built, makeshift chairs and tables.]
Chris McLean: And with the absence of Rickie and Randal, it looks as though the Dodos will be winning once again!
[Just as Chris finishes his sentence, an incredibly loud horn can be heard in the distance. Everyone looks up at it, dodging out of the way as the McLean-brand truck smashes through the décor the two Natives had just finished constructing. Geoff helps Bridgette off of the ground, looking over at the scenery. Rickie and Randal exit the truck, rushing to help the others up.]
Geoff: Is everyone all right?
Dorothy: Bingo
Robert: Yeah, we're okay.
Chris McLean: Oh, who cares about that? What have you two done to all of the supplies?
Randal: Sorry guys, thing must have some faulty breaks or something.
Chris McLean: You had better have a good explanation of why you two just trashed not only the wedding supplies, but my personal transport truck! Give me one reason why I shouldn't disqualify the two of you and shove your skinny butts down chomper's throat personally, right now!
Rickie: Actually, we do…but before we get to that, I have a bone to pick with you McLean.
Chris McLean: Oh yeah? And what would that be?
Randal: Why don't you open the back of that truck and find out?
[Chris walks around the truck, moving to the loading gate and opening it.]
Chris McLean: I don't see what you two could possibly be…
[Chris is silenced when the bound and gagged figure of Luther falls on top of him; the two men wriggle on the ground for seconds. Before Chris kicks the Con-Man off of him and looks to the two boys.]
Chris McLean: What is this about?
Rickie: Oh don't give us that line of bullshit McLean; Luther here has already admitted to everything.
[The surfer tears the tape gag from his father's face, roughly lifting him to stand.]
Rickie: Go on you son of a bitch, spill to them exactly what you told the two of us.
Luther: Spits Ha, gotta say kid; I'm kind of proud of you…looks like you do have a bit of your old man in you after all.
[Rickie knees the man in the stomach, making him collapse to his knees before roughly lifting him again.]
Rickie: Don't you ever fucking say that again Luther! Now tell them what you told us or I WILL stomp a hole through your ass.
Luther: Yeah, yeah, whatever kid.
[Luther looks at the host with a smile before sighing.]
Luther: Gig's up McLean; they know.
Chris McLean: I don't know what you're talking about
Luther: Oh come on…look I didn't come here to get close to my son or any faggy thing like that. Your host here tracked me down and hired me to come here and stir up 'drama'. Getting to fuck with the little shit's life was just incentive. Not like it matters kid, you and your whore mother will get what's coming to her anyway for getting me thrown in the slammer.
[Rickie, outraged, strikes Luther again, kicking him in his chest as he lies on the ground. Randal rushes behind him, grabbing his arms and pulling him away from the bound and now unconscious Con Artist.]
Randal: Rickie; that is enough! Control yourself!
Rickie: He deserves every fucking bit of this Randy, are you really going to stop me after everything he did to you?
Serena: It doesn't matter Rickie; his punishment is not your call to make. He just threatened you and your mother's lives on international TV…he already has violated his parole.
Randal: Come on Rick; leave him. How about we just explain why we destroyed the supplies.
[Rickie looks around, looking down at his bruised hand and wipes it off, nodding at his friend before turning to the host.]
Rickie: We're not done with you.
Chris McLean: Oh blah blah blah Rickie, I didn't do anything I wouldn't normally have done anyway; besides I wouldn't be making threats if I were you.
[The boys ignore the middle-aged host's taunts, climbing onto the truck and spending about 10 minutes unloading all of the furniture from the back of it. Chris looks on as it is all removed from the truck; mortified.]
Chris McLean: Did you two little shits raid my fucking house?
Randal: You told us to use supplies we found here on the island Chris; you just never said where they had to be from.
Chris McLean: This is unacceptable! The two of you are SO disqualified for this!
Courtney: Actually Chris, that is not your decision to make.
Chris McLean: What are you talking about?
Courtney: What I mean is that when you signed the contract for the wedding, it also stated that this challenge could involve no unfair eliminations; a little something I added in myself after the crap you pulled in World Tour, and of course when that weasel Harold cheated me out of Island.
Chris McLean: You little b….fine, whatever.
Confession Cam
Courtney: Okay, so maybe I didn't REALLY put that clause in the contract, but it took A LOT of guts for those boys to screw McLean over like that; you have got to admire that. Either one of them could have a bright future ahead of them in the legal system if they can ever really grow up. I will be putting my resignation letter as Chris' personal attorney in after today though; my work here is so done!
End Confession Cam
[The host turns to face the Raptor team, both Randal and Rickie smiling happily.]
Chris McLean: You all still lose this challenge though, since the Dodos managed to make it here with the intended supplies first. So either way, Rickie and Randal STILL caused you to lose this challenge.
[The rest of the Raptor team look over to the two boys with a mixture of sympathy and disgust.]
Anistasia: But!
Chris McLean: No buts; totally not in the mood.
Serena: You said that if we got Geoff and Bridgette back you would give us one request.
[Dutch, Ruby, and Anistasia all nod in agreement.]
Chris McLean: Fine! What the Hell could you possibly ask for?
Ruby: Well we were thinking…
Anistasia: That it is not fair for Tatiana to be stuck here in that chair; she needs to be in a hospital bed; end of story.
Serena: So we were hoping that our one wish
Dutch: Sigh would be for that bitch to be taken out of the game so she can get better.
Chris McLean: That's it? No immunities? No eliminations? Just take her out of the game?
Dutch: Believe me, it was not my first choice…but yeah.
Chris McLean: Done; now if you shitheads will excuse me, I have some business to take care of back at my estate. Enjoy the wedding you two looks at Rickie and Randal it's the last bit of fun either of you will be having on this show.
[The host's cell phone buzzes in his pocket, making him sigh and take it out as he walks off-screen.]
Chris McLean: Hello? No…this is entirely different than anything Chef has ever done! Look, can we at least talk about this? I don't care if you punished him for cheating in Action; this is TOTALLY not anywhere near as bad.
[Within the hours that have passed after Chris's departure from the wedding; the contestants and wedding guests have all pitched in to help organize all of the furniture for the wedding. Chef Hatchet walks on screen, dressed as a priest, and stands behind a makeshift arch, Geoff in front of him and to the side]
Geoff: Chef, I didn't know you were allowed to do weddings; I thought that was just captains.
Chef Hatchet: Shut your mouth Party Boy; one, that's not true, and two, I've been an ordained minister for twenty odd years now. Quit your yapping, wedding's about to start in a half an hour.
Geoff: Sorry brah, just kind of excited is all. Um, can I take a little break till it starts though? Gotta find the little groom's room
Chef Hatchet: Eyeroll Fine, but be back in a half hour.
[A cavalcade of former competitors have gathered to watch the wedding, all taking seats in the crowd of the altar. Trent, Katie, and Sadie have taken seats behind a man who with chestnut brown hair; who is trying to keep two rowdy tan-skinned children, a girl with brown hair and a boy with deep purple, sitting in their seats.]
Trent: Way to keep up the parenting Codmeister!
Cody: Hey, it's hard to even take a breath with these two little hellions running around; take it from me Trent, don't take your kids to a wedding.
Trent: I'll try to remember that man, where is Sierra anyway? I heard she was covering this thing.
Cody: Yeah, she is somewhere around here. Too bad she's working, I could really use a break from watching the kids. I haven't had time to take a breath all day.
Trent: Well if it's not too big of a deal, we'd be happy to take 'em off of your hands for a while so you can catch your breath.
Cody: You sure man? Val and Emmett here can be a handful.
Trent: Not a problem man, we'd be happy to help; right girls?
Katie: Of course we will help out Cody!
Sadie: Your kids are like the cutest kids on the whole planet! Aunt Katie and I have so many crafts in our purses for them to work on while we wait for the wedding to start.
Trent: And Uncle Trent has been meaning to give them these anyway.
[Trent holds out his hands; showing two gift-wrapped medium-sized boxes, leaning into Cody's ear.]
Trent: They're ukuleles.
Cody: Thanks Trent, but you sure they're old enough for those? I mean they are only three.
Trent: There's no such thing as too young for music my friend. Go on, take a rest, we'll call you when the wedding starts.
Cody: Well, thank you. I love them to death, but…never have kids this early man; it'll wear you down.
Trent: Noted, have fun Cody; you've earned it.
[The 21-year-old engineer walks away from the chairs after handing his two beautiful, yet devilish, children to the mechanic and his girlfriends. The camera pans over the rest of the guests; showing older versions of DJ, Harold, LeShawna, Beth, Tyler, Lindsay, Noah, and Courtney all in their seats before moving over to the campfire pit. Both Dodos and Raptors alike have gathered around it; facing their distraught host.]
Chris McLean: So apparently this is going to be the last episode I host for a little while…the producers have suggested I take a little…leave of absence from the show until the smoke clears around this whole Luther fiasco. But I don't want you kids to think that just because I am gone it means things will lighten up around here! Oh no, quite the opposite actually. I have instructed Chef to make sure the challenges are rougher, tougher, and more deadly than ever; especially for a couple of contestants who appear to have forgotten their place.
Rickie: Yeah yeah McLean; whatever. Just get to the point.
Chris McLean: Hehehe, you want the point? Okay; I want each and every one of you Raptors to cast your votes on who you want going home tonight, an immunity is in it for everyone who picks Surfer boy here. Just to be sure that you all miss the wedding; I want both Raptors and Dodos at the ceremony for a special "surprise" that I know you aren't going to like. See you kids back here in one half-hour.
[The scene fades to black as a TO BE CONTINUED marker shows on the screen.]
So how did you guys like the chapter? A lot of cameos here and a few crack shippings! Once again it is voting time for the Raptors!
I would like to thank my buddy GunmasterG3 once again for the usage of an original last name of his (Noah's). Next episode will be up as soon as I get the votes in!