Episode 14: Total Treasure Island
"Last time on Total Drama Island: The teams were officially dissolved, and Peter and John returned to the island. After that, the thirteen campers participated in the New and Improved Game of Torture! There were many gruesome challenges; stinky socks on the head, the Bug Bowl, the Hot Sauce Drench, and the Swim With the Sharks.
"But once again, it was Peter who won Invincibility, and karate kid Josh was given the boot.
"Who will be the next one voted off? What will the next challenge be? And could my hair look any smoother? Find out all these answers and more, right here, right now, on Total…Drama…Island!"
Camp Wawanakwa, 8:30 A.M…The campers were told by the loudspeakers to report to the Bonfire area after breakfast. When they arrived, they were greeted by Chris, wearing the cheesy pirate outfit from last season, and speaking in that bad pirate accent.
"Argh! Ahoy, mateys!"
"Oh, great! We doing the 'Search and Do Not Destroy' challenge?" Peter asked.
"Wrong again, landlubber! Har, har! Fer this week's challenge, ye are all goin' on a treasure hunt. See, here be the rundown: see this key that I have with me?" Chris held up a key, and shook it a little. "This key opens up a treasure chest containing a wonderful treasure, har, har. Yer goal be to find the chest hidden somewhere on the island. When ye find it, ye must bring it back here, to the Bonfire, fer me to open it. The camper who brings it to me wins Invincibility.
"Uh, excuse me…Captain McClain?" Matthew raised his hand.
"Aye?"
"What about alliances?"
"What do ye mean?"
"See, if an alliance was formed, and they brought the chest back, would all of the people in that group win Invincibility?"
"Uh…sure, I guess so."
"OK."
"Anyway, I'll give ye all yer first clue: it be hidden somewhere that many of ye scalliwags consider creepy."
"That's it?" Peter asked.
"As fer the rest of ye scurvy dogs, one of ye will be goin' home tonight at the Bonfire, har, har.
"Ye've got yer challenge, rundown, and hint. Ye're all set. The race for the treasure starts…NOW!!" Chris pulled out a tiny little pistol and fired straight up into the air.
All the campers raced off in multiple directions. Most of them headed for the woods, but a few others headed for the beach.
"Somewhere creepy…" Mark thought.
As he ran through the campsite, and along the edge of the woods, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into the trees.
"Hey!"
"Shhhh!!!" A voice said.
"Matthew?" Mark asked.
Sure enough, it was Matthew. Along with him was Jeremy, Violet, and Rachael.
"What's going on?"
"We need to discuss something." Jeremy said.
"Discuss what?"
"We've gone around and asked everyone else besides you. We need to know whether or not you'd be willing to join an alliance." Matthew said.
"An alliance? What do you mean? Just for this challenge?"
"Well, yes and no."
"That's why you asked 'Captain McClain' about alliances?"
"Precisely. But I feel that this alliance should be a permanent one."
"Why's that?"
"See, since the dissolving of the teams, I've never really liked the whole prospect of 'Every ruthless camper for themselves'. It's not right, or at least not nearly as good as the old team spirit."
"So what are you suggesting?"
"We start an alliance, and at least have our own little team. Again, we've asked everyone else, and they've all said no." Matthew said.
"And we didn't even bother to ask Peter." Rachael commented.
"What's the point of an alliance if we don't even get to vote who leaves anymore?" Mark asked.
"Alliances are more than just a unanimous vote." Matthew said. "They're about working together in challenges. They're about sticking up for one another. They're about teamwork."
"Amen." Violet agreed.
"Same here." Jeremy also agreed.
"So what do you say, Mark?"
"Ummmmmmm……OK."
"Good. To the new alliance!" Matthew put his hand forward. Violet put her hand on his. Rachael put her hand in, too. Jeremy did the same. Mark was last to put his hand in.
"Great! Now let's go get that chest and win Invincibility!" The five of them got up and ran out of the woods, along the beach.
"So where are we going?" Jeremy asked.
"Well, he said somewhere creepy. Where else? The old Boathouse."
"Of course!" Rachael realized.
"But let's hurry. Other campers have undoubtedly got the same idea."
The five ran as fast as they could towards the old Boathouse. Once they got there, they saw that no one else was there.
"Nice! We're here first!"
"Let's check it out! I've always wanted to see this place up close." Matthew said and opened the creaky wooden door.
It was dark inside, lit up only by the light from the open door. There was dust everywhere. But worst of all, there were wooden containers all over the place, like crates, barrels, and chests.
"Aw, man! That chest will blend in perfectly in here!" Rachael exclaimed.
"Yeah! It'll take forever to find it!" Jeremy added.
"Hey, chill out! Look, I know the perfect way to find it." Matthew said.
"Oh, really? How?" Mark asked.
"OK, everything in here is years old, and is covered in dust, right? But the chest we're looking has been here for barely an hour. So the chest that doesn't have dust on it is our chest!" Matthew explained.
"Oh, MAN! That is good!" Mark said.
"Nice thinking, Matthew!" Violet said.
"Thanks. Now let's get looking!"
They dug around through the dusty objects. After thirty minutes, Violet found something.
"Hey! I think I found it!"
"Really?" Matthew said as he walked over.
"Yeah. There's absolutely no dust on it at all." Then she attempted to open it, with no effect. "And it's locked up tight. Yep, this is the chest alright."
"Great work, Violet. Let's go!"
The five raced to the door.
"Victory, here we come!" Matthew said proudly.
"Invincibility, here we come!" Mark added.
Suddenly, a familiar, ominous shadow stepped into the doorway, blocking the light.
"I believe you have something that I want."
"Peter." Matthew said coldly.
"No way!" Violet declared, hugging the precious chest closer. "We found it first!"
"Get lost!" Jeremy yelled.
"Fine. I didn't want to have to do this to you, but…" Then he lunged forward and snatched the chest from Violet in one swift move.
"Hey!"
"Give that back, dude!" Mark yelled and lunged forward. Peter threw him back with a blow to the face. Mark fell right back to the wooden floor.
"Invincibility is mine!!" Peter ran out of the Boathouse.
"After him!" Matthew declared. He and Violet ran after him while Jeremy and Rachael helped Mark to his feet, then also ran after Peter.
Peter ran towards the woods, clutching the chest.
"Ha, ha! This challenge is so mine!"
"You're not getting away that easily!" Matthew yelled after him.
"Try to catch me, dweeb!"
Suddenly, a shoe stuck out from a nearby bush and tripped Peter.
"Hey! Oof!" He hit the ground hard, and the chest flew from his hands. Peter looked up at the geek who had tripped him.
"Napoleon! You are so dead!"
"Sorry…loser." Isaiah snickered and picked up the chest. He ran off just as Peter scrambled to his feet and gave chase. Isaiah was zigzagging through the trees and bushes, trying to lose Peter. Eventually, he saw the entrance to the bear cave nearby, and dove in. Peter ran right past his hiding spot.
"You are going to eat your own feet, geek!"
Isaiah paused for breath, setting the chest down on the ground.
"Phew! I lost him!"
Something tapped him on the shoulder.
"Huh?" He turned around…
…and was face-to-face with the Bear.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"
The chest was eventually knocked to the side, and bounced right out of the cave. At that time, Matthew, Violet, Jeremy, Mark, and Rachael happened upon the cave entrance.
"Hey! The chest!" Jeremy said and pointed at it.
Matthew bent down and picked it up.
"We got it back, now let's hurry!"
They all raced off towards the camp.
"We're so going to win!"
Suddenly, they heard the familiar whine of the loudspeakers.
"Attention, swabbies! The chest currently be held by Matthew, who be heading towards camp! If ye want still want to win, ye better get him!"
"What?! Dude, that is not cool!!!" Mark yelled, expecting no response.
"Did I ever say that I wouldn't tell the others where the chest be if someone has it? No. So it won't be as easy as ye think."
"Aw, come on!" Jeremy complained.
"Hey! Let's stop whining, and hurry! We can still make it!" Matthew encouraged.
The five of them continued dashing through the forest, heading right for camp.
"Hold it right there!"
The five of them stopped and were confronted by Tim, Mary, Luke, and Jennifer.
"We all want that chest!" Mary declared.
"So hand it over!" Tim demanded.
"No way! Come and get it!" Rachael dared.
"Fine!" Tim ran up and tried to take the chest from Matthew. But he tossed to it Rachael.
"Rachael!" She caught it.
"Violet!" She threw it to Violet.
"Jeremy!"
They sent Tim on a wild game of come-and-get-it.
Then, Mark caught it and ran off.
"Yeah! Go, Mark!!"
All the other campers ran after him.
However, he had no idea where he was going, and before long, he found himself cornered on the edge of the 1,000-foot cliff.
"Oh, shoot!!"
Everyone else stood behind him.
"You're finished! Hand it over!"
Mark held the chest closer defensively.
"Fine." Jen dashed forward and tried to snatch the chest from him, but he was firm.
"Just…give it!" They fumbled over it briefly.
Suddenly, it flew from their hands, and fell right off the edge of the cliff.
"NOOOOO!!!"
Jeremy heroically ran up and leapt after it, soaring through the air towards the water.
When he hit the water, he searched frantically for it, eventually finding it floating nearby.
"Ha! I got it!"
"Good! Now head back to camp!!!" Matthew told him from above.
As Jeremy swam back to shore, the other eight on the mountaintop ran back down the mountain, heading for camp.
"We're so gonna win!!" Mark said to the other members of the alliance.
Meanwhile…Jeremy was running through the woods, heading back towards camp.
"Ha, ha! This is gonna be…"
It all happened in a split second. A dark blur swung past him and instantly snatched the chest from his arms. It took Jeremy a few seconds to realize that the chest wasn't in his grasp anymore. When he looked at the person who had done it, he saw John, chest in hand, letting go of a vine and landing catlike on the ground, then dashing away.
"Huh? Hey!" Jeremy ran after him. "Get back here!"
At that time, they were near the bear cave, where a mauled and weaker than usual Isaiah was crawling out, moaning and groaning.
"Ooooohhhhh." Then he heard the yells. "Huh?"
"Huh? Hey! Get back here!"
"Could it be?" He slowly staggered to his feet and peeked through a bush. He saw John, with the treasure chest, being chased by Jeremy.
"Heh, heh. You're not reaching the finish line unless I say so." Isaiah mumbled to himself, then sneaked ahead to cut off John's path. He waited for the right moment, then jumped at the Goth.
He missed by a mile.
He landed face-first in the dirt, and got a mouthful of grass and dirt. And Jeremy couldn't stop in time, so he tripped over Isaiah.
But Isaiah's pitiful attempt to jump at John did have a side effect: John was distracted by the geek flying at him, and he turned to look back at him as he ran. And since he wasn't focused on where he was going, he ran right into a tree. The chest flew from his hands and bounced off.
At that moment, Matthew arrived at the scene, and the bouncing chest hit him in the shin.
"OWWWW!!!!" He clutched at his shin, then looked down at the culprit. "Hey! The chest!" He picked it up.
"Go, Matthew! GO!!" Rachael yelled.
Matthew was quick to oblige, and took off. After a minute of running, he emerged from the woods just behind the main lodge. The finish line, the Bonfire area, was just ahead.
He raced as fast as he could towards his goal. But another camper emerged from the woods and followed him.
Peter.
He raced faster and headed towards Matthew. Just after he ran off, Violet, Rachael, Mark, Jeremy, Luke, Isaiah, Jennifer, Mary, Tim, and John all stood on the edge of the woods and stared after the two campers who were in the lead. They all knew it would be useless to go after them. They were twenty yards from the finish line.
"Come on, Matthew!!!" Mark encouraged his teammate.
"Go, go, GO!!!" Rachael also yelled.
"You can do it!" Violet shouted.
Matthew was fifteen yards from the sign that read "Total Drama Island". Chris stood there, waiting for him.
"Almost there!" He said to himself.
Suddenly, Peter ran in front of him, separating Matthew from the finish line.
"I'm going to ask you one last time! Give…me…the…chest!" He grabbed Matthew by his shirt collar. "Don't make me hurt you!"
All the others stared in horror.
Matthew looked at the angry Peter, then at the finish line. It was ten yards away. There was no way he could throw the chest over there.
Darn. It would've worked, too.
He looked back at Peter. He knew he was about to regret what would say…
But darn it! I'm gonna say it anyway!!"Drop dead."
Peter threw a powerful punch, hitting Matthew right in the jaw. He let go of his collar and let Matthew fall to the ground. Matthew dropped the chest in shock. Peter snatched it up off the ground.
"Ha, ha-ha, ha, HA! Sucker!!" He ran to the finish line, and handed the chest to Chris.
"And Peter wins Invincibility!"
"Yeah! Eat it, dork!"
Matthew wiped some blood away from his lip. Mark, Violet, Rachael, and Jeremy ran up to him.
"Are you OK?" Violet asked as she kneeled down beside him.
"Yeah, man! That was one serious punch!" Mark exclaimed.
Matthew moaned before responding, "Yeah, I think I'm fine."
Rachael turned to Chris. "Chris! That is totally unfair! Isn't that against the rules!?"
"Sorry, thar be no rules in this game!"
"Oh, come on!!!" She then glared angrily at Peter. "Just who do you think you are?!?!"
Peter smiled evilly and chuckled.
"Oh, get a life!!" Rachael yelled, and stormed away.
Violet and Mark helped Matthew to his feet.
"So, what's in that chest, anyway?" Jeremy asked.
Chris smiled, then put the key in the lock and turned it. He slowly popped open the lid. Everyone peered inside and saw…
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!!" Luke exclaimed.
"Is that what I think it is?" Mary asked.
"Aye. The bottle of perfect hair gel!!!!" Chris picked up the tiny little pink bottle, and unscrewed the lid. He then said in his normal voice, "This is gonna make my hair look better than a god's hair!" He dipped some of it in his hair, pulled out his comb and pink mirror, and combed his hair. When he was done, he admired himself in the mirror. "Oh, MAN I look good!"
He then turned to the other campers, and returned to using the bad pirate accent.
"As for the rest of ye losers, one of yer sorry butts will be goin' home tonight, har, har! See ye all at the Bonfire!"
To be continued…