Total Drama Chris
Chapter 38: Day 18: Part 2: Prairie Daunting
Courtney was relaxed in a secluded clearing by the lake, a beautiful area on the island, a good way in. She had some stone, paint, and a chisel set aside, though at the moment, she was sitting on the ground, meditating, breathing calmly.
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: You know, I realized the other day that I hadn't made a figurine for Bridgette, and I'm sure she's aware that it wasn't really from Santa, and that she was a bit testy with me recently, and it occurred to me that she might have been hurt that I hadn't made one of the figurines for her! I'm really tying to train myself to be more conscientious of such matters, but I do still need some practice.
Chris: (making his hand into a puppet mouth) Blah blah blah blah blah, Courtney! Seriously, I could just use your confessionals instead of Nytol to get my z's.
"I've got a great idea!" Lindsay exclaimed to Chris, wearing a blue suit, and holding a wired microphone, looking surprisingly interested. "Except I don't have Elmo. I wish someone were Elmo."
"You're in luck!" Chris exclaimed, smirking. "Elmo, come on out!"
Over from the mess hall, Beth stepped out, wearing a red shirt, not looking particularly happy. "Why do we all have to be here?" Beth asked, irritated.
"Becky!" Lindsay exclaimed, and rushed over to glomp Beth. "I remember when we had to put up with Heather last year together, but she's actually nicer this year." Lindsay let go, then looked confused. "Where's Elmo, anyway?"
"I'm Elmo," Beth said, disgusted. "Chris forced us losers to come here in case one of you guys wanted to use us."
"Chris did no such thing!" Chris exclaimed, very over the top. "I, Guy Smiley, invited you all to participate in this fantastic game show!"
"Guy Smiley?" Lindsay asked, confused. "Well, I guess you could be him. I mean, you have a really long nose, and a pretty big chin--"
"That's enough," Chris said, a bit irritated, then resumed his over-the-top persona. "You and Lindsay need to cooperate for your skit. You do know what cooperation is, right?"
"Yes," Beth said, rolling her eyes.
"You're not a very good Elmo," Chris said, a bit irritated. "You really should work on that."
Confession Outhouse
Katie: (sharing an extra-large two head-hole purple shirt with Sadie) Word spread pretty quick that the losers were all here, and that we could use them for our skits!
Sadie: And I was so excited that Katie actually decided on me to do it with her!
Katie: I didn't really have much choice. Hard to do the two-headed monster without the other head.
Sadie: (smirking) I wonder if there's a way we could involve Bert in our skit.
Katie: (smirking back) That's an excellent question. I wonder where we can find some pigeons.
Courtney was in her quiet area, carving out the stone, quite relaxed.
"Yip."
"Who's there?" Courtney asked, quickly turning around, suspicious.
"Yip, yip yip yip yip," Izzy continued, stepping out, wearing a blue dress with lots of danglies on the bottom.
Courtney slapped her face in frustration. "Izzy, what are you doing?"
Izzy took out a small book, then looked at Courtney. "Courtney. Courtney. Yip, yip yip yip yip. Uh-huh."
"You're acting ridiculous," Courtney stated, irritated. "More ridiculous than usual."
"Wrong!" Izzy exclaimed, pouncing on Courtney. "I'm acting in character!"
Courtney blinked. "What the hell character does that?!"
"The Martians!" Izzy exclaimed, then tapped her chin. "Or were they Venusians?"
"What are you blabbering on about?" Courtney asked, irritated.
"You know, Chris could've made you Oscar the Grouch," Izzy said, shaking her head.
"Speak English!" Courtney shouted.
"Where are we?" Ezekiel asked, coming out from the forest, wearing a cowboy hat.
"My private place that was once private!" Courtney yelled. "Why are you two here?"
"I don't remember," Ezekiel said.
"My Zekey gets in character pretty well, doesn't he?"
"No, I really don't remember," Ezekiel said, shrugging.
"I'm a Martian," Izzy proclaimed, putting her hand to her chest. "My Zekey is Forgetful Jones."
"Would you get to the point?" Courtney asked, impatient. "I have a project I would like to finish."
"Well, Guy Smiley's getting impatient, and he may kick you off the island if you don't report to him now."
"Why should I care about this Guy Smiley person?" Courtney asked, irritated. "Is he replacing Chris?"
"He is Chris," Izzy said, shaking her head. "You really don't get it, do you?"
Courtney rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "I would get it if you would stop talking in riddles."
"Sesame Street," Izzy said, rolling her eyes. "You're playing as Sesame Street characters."
"What's Sesame Street?" Ezekiel asked, confused.
"A completely juvenile show which I steadfastly refused to watch," Courtney stated. "Sesame Street was beneath me."
"You're kidding," Izzy said, blinking.
"I did sometimes see the very end of it, though," Courtney said, smiling. "It came on right before the Nightly Business Report."
"Night… um, what?" Izzy asked, blinking, then put her hand on Courtney's shoulder and shook her head. "I'm sorry your parents punished you."
"Punish, what?" Courtney asked, confused. "I wanted to watch it!"
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: Seriously, intelligent shows like that, as opposed to baby shows that make one less intelligent, helped shape me into the practically perfect package I am today!
Lindsay: Sesame Street helped me learn my ABCs! I finally got it most of the time by the time I turned nine!
Courtney sneered at the blue and white dress Chris handed to her. "Who am I playing again?"
"Prairie Dawn," Chris stated. "If you need another character to work with you, then we have a supporting cast waiting in the mess hall for use, whether they like it or not."
"Oh," Courtney said, confused. "OK. Well, I don't really know most of the character. I think I remember one character… Kiki. I think that was her name. I liked her."
"Kiki?" Chris asked, confused. "There was no Kiki!"
"I'm pretty certain there was," Courtney stated. "I think there might've been a Leon and Julie, too."
"I grew up watching the show, and I have no idea what you're talking about," Chris said, irritated.
"Well, can you tell me who I am allowed to choose?" Courtney asked, nervous.
"Yes I can," Chris said, then chuckled. "I can, but I won't." Courtney seethed in frustration.
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: I really hate needing help and not being able to do something like winning a competition on my own, but I really don't see how I'm going to be able to complete this challenge without outside assistance.
Izzy: (reading a small book, while studying the toilet) Ah, bathtub. (Izzy steps into the toilet, sniffs, then gets back out.) Nope, nope nope nope nope.
Chris: (with his face in the palm of his hand) There is a such thing as getting too in character. Especially when none of the contestants even wanted to use you.
"I don't think this is going to be much of an act," Eva said, wearing a slightly lighter blue shirt, rolling her eyes, while holding a large rock.
"Well, Zoe likes rocks," Bridgette said, wearing an orange shirt. "I think, anyway. And your character--Herry was it?"
"Yes, and I know, he's really strong, but I still don't think this is much of an act," Eva said, shaking her head.
Bridgette sighed. "I still have to try. Chris threatened Gwen if she didn't participate at all."
"Bridgette!" Courtney exclaimed, in her blue and white dress, walking up to Bridgette. "And company, apparently. Look, do you know the names of these characters?"
"You're OK?" Bridgette asked, relieved. "Where were you?"
"That's not really important," Courtney said, shaking her head a bit. "Look, what can you tell me about these, uh, Sesame Seed characters, is it?"
"Sesame Street, and I don't remember them that well, either," Bridgette said. "I can't say I can tell who you are, really."
"Dawn, I think Chris called me," Courtney said, shrugging. "I really have no idea what this Dawn girl would do."
"I'm sorry," Bridgette said. "I haven't seen the show in ages, and I only have vague memories. I know who Elmo is, still."
"Everyone knows who Elmo is," Eva said, rolling her eyes. "That's because Elmo's a sellout!"
"Who's Elmo?" Courtney asked, confused. "Is he like one of those awful emo people?"
"Wow," Eva stated flatly, looking at Courtney in disbelief.
"The show was beneath me!" Courtney insisted, defensive.
"I think Lindsay can help you more," Bridgette said, smiling. "You should ask her for some help."
"Thank you," Courtney stated, and extended her hand to Bridgette for a handshake.
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: Oh yeah… Lindsay… I guess I can see how someone like Lindsay might be a fan of Sesame Avenue.
Lindsay: (talking into her magic wand) Hey Paula, how are you? Paula? Hello? I know you're there, Paula.
"Poof!" Lindsay exclaimed, flicking her wand, with Beth standing next to her, looking dumbfounded. Lindsay then put her hands to her face, looking in mock shock. "Oh, no! I accidentally turned you into this cookie!" Lindsay held up a toy cookie, looking at it in horror.
Very quickly, Owen rushed up in a light blue shirt, and took the toy cookie from Lindsay's hand and at it. "Nom nom nom nom nom! Delicious!"
"Uh, what are you doing, Omar?" Lindsay asked, annoyed.
"I heard you mention cookies, and I just had to have it," Owen said, looking a bit guilty. "That's what me supposed to do."
"Cookie Monster?" Lindsay asked, raising an eyebrow. "It wasn't a real cookie, you know. It was a doggie toy."
"It was so convincing, though," Owen said, tapping his fingers together, nervous. "You really shouldn't tease me. Me love cookies! And every other sometimes food, too!" Lindsay shook her head, covered by her hand.
Confession Outhouse
Lindsay: Even I know the difference between fake cookies and real ones, even though most of the time, I wouldn't eat either. Too many calories, and I really want to keep my figure.
"Lindsay!" Courtney exclaimed, smiling brightly, walking up to Lindsay. "Just the person I wanted to see!"
"Courtney!" Lindsay exclaimed, glomping Courtney. "I was really worried about you! Where were you?"
"It's… well, it's not really that important," Courtney said, nervous.
"Well, could you tell me what you think of this idea," Lindsay said, looking serious. "I, as Abby Cadabby--"
"Who's Abby Cadabby?" Courtney asked, confused.
"Abby Cadabby is a pretty pink fairy kid who still doesn't quite have the hang of her magic," Lindsay said, explaining it seriously. "Me and my friend, Elmo--"
"Who's Elmo?" Courtney asked, more confused.
"I'm Elmo!" Beth exclaimed, waving.
"Well, me and my friend Elmo were going to buy two ice cream cones, but then, we realized that the shopkeeper only gave--"
"Who's the shopkeeper?" Courtney asked, a bit flustered.
"There… is no shopkeeper," Lindsay said. "I think it might've been owned by someone named Mr. Looper, but that's not really important. So, me and Elmo get only one ice cream, but we have to count them to make sure, and there really is only one."
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: Having to listen to that entire monologue… is it any wonder that I don't have many friends? I don't know why this is accepted from others, but if nothing else, I'm trying here, people!
Lindsay: I could tell that Courtney wanted me to finish up, but it was so nice of her to listen anyway. Though thinking back, she could've criticized me better if she knew what Sesame Street was.
"And then me and Elmo hug!" Lindsay exclaimed, excited, as she started caressing herself. "What do you think?"
"I… I really don't know," Courtney said. "I'm not familiar with Sesame Road."
"Sesame Street," Lindsay said, smirking. "Don't worry, though. I'm bad with names, too!"
Courtney looked down. "It's a little embarrassing, doing that."
"I know," Lindsay said, smiling brightly. "You get used to it after a while. At least no one's making fun of you."
Courtney gulped, looking guilty. "Did I make fun of you?"
"I don't think so," Lindsay said, scratching her bandanna. "But you did tell Tyler how smart you thought I was, spying on the team through him."
Courtney blinked, then looked down. "Oh, yeah, that. Sorry about that."
"Sorry for calling me smart?" Lindsay asked.
"I didn't think you were smart," Courtney stated. "At least not after I learned more about my enemies."
"Oh," Lindsay said, looking down, crying a little. "I really thought you thought I was more smarter than that. I guess not."
Courtney slapped her face in frustration, then dragged it down her face. "Look, I was wrong! You really are smarter than people give you credit for! You're just a little slow sometimes, but that only makes people underestimate you! It should be no surprise when you save the day, like figuring out what Owen working with Leshawna, or solving the supposed murder, or… well, seriously, you're intelligent!"
Lindsay was tearing up, and wiped a tear from her eye before glomping Courtney again. "Thank you!" Courtney pat Lindsay's back.
"Can I join in too?" Beth asked, hopeful.
"Yes!" Lindsay exclaimed, though Courtney looked a bit unsettled, though Beth joined in anyway, smiling, and Courtney reluctantly accepted, for a good fifteen seconds before letting go.
"Anyway, Lindsay, what do you know about Dawn?" Courtney asked, hopeful.
"Who's Dawn?" Lindsay asked, confused. "I don't think… Dawn… Dawn… I don't know who Dawn is. Is she a real character?"
"Well, do you know who's dress this is supposed to be," Courtney said, pointing to her dress.
"Oh, that's Prairie Dawn's dre--oh!" Lindsay exclaimed, then slapped her face. "I'm so stupid sometimes. Prairie Dawn!"
"OK," Courtney said, embarrassed. "What can you tell me about Prairie Dawn?"
"She's such a sweet little girl!" Lindsay exclaimed. "She's really smart and organized, but she's also kind of bossy and impatient sometimes, and--" Lindsay eyes suddenly shot wide open. "I--I mean, she's the greatest friend ever!" Lindsay smiled nervously at Courtney.
Courtney smirked back, with her arms crossed over her chest. "I take it I remind you of this puppet person?"
"A little," Lindsay said, smiling innocently. "She really likes putting on school plays, and going on adventures, and things."
"Thank you," Courtney stated. "You've been a great asset for me. Good luck with the challenge, Lindsay."
"You too!" Lindsay exclaimed.
Confession Outhouse
Lindsay: It actually feels really good, being the smart one for a change.
Courtney: I can't say I enjoy being the stupid one, though.
Lindsay: That's my life, every day. You get used to it.
Courtney: Do most, well, less intelligent people feel this way?
Lindsay: A lot of us do, yes.
Courtney: And you really can't just teach others to be more intelligent.
Lindsay: It's not always easy for everyone.
Courtney: I'll do what I can after the show is over.
Lindsay: Thank you!
Heather: I was really happy when we found Courtney was all right, but she wouldn't tell us where she was. I'm deathly curious where she was, and why it's such a secret. Wonder if she was making out with Duncan somewhere…. (Heather taps her chin.)
Chris: Gwen sucks!
Chris was standing on the amphitheater stage, while the nine contestants were sitting in the bleachers.
"De ja vu much, Chris?" Katie asked, smirking.
"This is nothing like the last challenge," Chris grumbled, then started to smile. "The eight of you have prepared some Sesame Street skits for us to watch and enjoy. And maybe laugh at you. Not with you. At you."
"Nice to see you're still the same asshole," Gwen said, angry.
"That wasn't nice," Chris whined. Gwen gave Chris the finger, causing Chris to reel back a bit. "Some people. Anyway, Gwen, since you seem to want to get this over with as soon as possible, I'll allow you to go first."
"Fine," Gwen said, rolling her eyes, as Chris brought the garbage can onto the stage. Gwen opened the lid, and looked like she was going to vomit, but held it in as she stepped into the garbage can, and closed the lid, with her inside.
Geoff, wearing a reddish-purple shirt, walked over and knocked on the trash can. "Hey Oscar!" Geoff exclaimed. "It's time for 'Ask Oscar,' so come out and answer today's question!"
"No," Gwen said from inside the garbage can.
"Come on!" Geoff whined, and then took out a letter. "This letter is from Chrishawna, the meanest grouch. 'Dear Oscar, what's the meanest, rottenest thing I can do to someone? I need your help to become the grouchiest I can be!' Whoa, harshness."
Gwen popped the lid of the garbage can open and stuck her head out. "Well, you can do two things. One is to read someone's diary to the entire world, and two, you can destroy someone's painting that they poured their soul into. Now scram!" Gwen ducked back into the garbage can and put the lid back on.
"Gnarly answer, Oscar dude!" Geoff said, giving a thumbs up. Bridgette was giggling from the bleachers. "And that's all the time we have today for 'Ask Oscar,' so say goodbye!"
"No," Gwen said, angry.
"Well, thank you for answering today's question, dude!" Geoff exclaimed.
"You're not welcome," Gwen said.
Confession Outhouse
Gwen: As far as Sesame Street goes, if I had to pick a character, Oscar would be my favorite, I'll admit. I mean, I still didn't really like this challenge much, or the actual garbage.
Bridgette and Geoff: (passionately making out)
Gwen was standing outside the garbage can, covered in garbage. "This is disgusting."
"I'll meet up with you in the washroom," Heather said, wearing a reporter hat and coat, and carrying a microphone, walking up to the stage, holding her nose. "Chris, could I please go next so I can hurry and help Gwen clean up?"
"Fine, whatever," Chris said, waving her along dismissively from the side of the stage.
"Thank you," Heather said, smiling. After Gwen started walking away, Heather noticed the garbage can still on the stage, and, disgusted, kicked it toward Chris, rolling over him.
"That hurt!" Chris whined.
"Not as much as you hurt Gwen," Heather said, smirking.
"Just go!" Chris yelled.
Heather smiled as Harold walked onto the stage, wearing a red cape, top hat, and holding a magician's wand. "This is Kermit the frog, with another amazing news story! With me I have, um… why don't you remind us of your name, please."
"The Amazing Mumford," Harold said, smiling.
"The Amazing Mumford, you're a magician, right?"
"Correct, m'lady," Harold answered.
Heather giggled for a bit. "And you were going to perform some magic tricks for us."
"Correct again!" Harold proclaimed.
"Now, why don't you show us something," Heather said, looking interested, then turned to the audience. "Now pay attention!"
Harold cracked his knuckles, then waved his wand. "Ala peanut butter sandwiches!" Upon uttering those words, a puff of smoke appeared, and Heather had disappeared.
"Where am I?" Heather asked, her voice echoing from somewhere unseen.
"I have made you disappear," Harold stated, smiling calmly.
"That's, well, amazing!" Heather exclaimed. "Now bring me back!"
"Um, I haven't learned that part yet," Harold said, nervous.
Confession Outhouse
Heather: For the record, yes, Harold did know how to bring me back, but Harold told me the Amazing Mumford isn't that good of a magician. I trust him in such matters, since I've largely flushed a lot of my juveniles memories like Sesame Street out of my mind.
Bridgette and Geoff: (still passionately making out, as Chris opens the door and starts to yell)
Chris: Geoff! You're not a contestant! Get out! (Chris grabs Geoff and tosses him out, leaving Bridgette sitting there, angry.)
Leshawna was on the stage, wearing her trenchcoat and fedora, with Owen in a light blue shirt standing there, looking around casually, as Leshawna herself snuck around the stage, looking around suspiciously, until she leaned sideways toward Owen. "Hey, bud,"
"What?! What?!" Owen exclaimed, startled.
"Shhh." Leshawna put her hand over Owen's mouth. "I have the deal of a lifetime for you. This is something everybody needs. Something everybody wants. Something that can change your life."
"The suspense is killing me!" Owen shouted, before being shushed by Leshawna again. "The suspense is killing me," Owen whispered.
"Well, tell that suspense goodbye when I show you…" Leshawna reached into one of the trenchcoat's pockets, but wound up pulling nothing out, "this."
"Uh, I don't see anything," Owen said, confused.
"Right, right," Leshawna said, shifting her eyes about. "That's just it: it's an invisible cookie."
"Oh boy, me love cookies!" Owen exclaimed, before being shushed by Leshawna again. "Right, me love cookies, quiet, right," Owen whispered.
"Looks pretty delicious, doesn't it?" Leshawna asked.
"Actually, it doesn't look delicious," Owen said, unsure. "It really doesn't look like anything at all."
"That's because it's invisible," Leshawna said quietly. "Say you have a box of regular cookies, and Owen sees you with the box of cookies. What do you think Owen would do?"
Owen thought about it for a few moments before answering. "Owen would take my cookies away from me?""Right, right, but what if Owen couldn't see your cookies?"Owen started twiddling his fingers. "Then… hey, then Owen wouldn't know I had cookies, so he wouldn't swipe them away from me, yeah!" Leshawna shushed him again, startling Owen. "I mean, yeah," Owen whispered nervously. "How much are these invisible cookies?"
Leshawna stretched her neck out to the right, then to the left, then back, then leaned closer to Owen. "Five dollars a box," she whispered.
"Five dollars a box?!" Owen shouted, before being tackled by Leshawna. "I mean, five dollars a box?" Owen whispered, lying on the ground.
"Yeah, yeah," Leshawna said, looking around. "So, we have a deal?"
"Sure," Owen whispered. "Me love invisible cookies that Owen can't steal from me."
Leshawna got a box of cookies from out of her coat, and handed it over to Owen. "Nice doin' business with ya', kid."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Owen complained. "This box of cookies isn't invisible at all! Owen's going to see this and steal it!"
"I said the cookies were invisible," Leshawna said, looking around. "I didn't say they came in an invisible box." Owen shrugged, with a 'why me' expression on his face.
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: This challenge is lame!
Lindsay: Well, yeah, they are missing the magic that the show has.
Courtney: Somehow, I'm doubting the show is any better.
Lindsay: I kind of like it, though.
"Bert, ol' buddy, ol' pal!" Cody exclaimed, in a horizontally-striped red and blue shirt, walking over to Noah on the stage, in a vertically-striped yellow and brown shirt.
Noah rolled his eyes. "What is it, Ernie?"
"Someone said that we were lovers," Cody said, looking worried.
"You know those are just stupid rumors," Noah said. "I love oatmeal and paperclips and pigeons, but I don't love you!"
"Aww, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, ol' buddy Bert," Cody said, smiling. "In fact, I'm so happy to hear that, I'm going to sing!"
"No!" Chris yelled, then wiped some sweat from his forehead. "I--I mean, I think we've seen enough."
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: It almost pains me to say this, but thank you Chris!
Chris: It seems I'm finally getting some of the respect I so rightly deserve! 'Bout time!
Katie and Sadie were on stage, sharing a large purple shirt with two holes for two persons' heads to fit through, with Katie standing on Sadie's right. The two started speaking what sounded like nonsense to everyone, and Chris himself was scratching his head.
Noah, still dressed as Bert, then walked onto the stage, rolling his eyes, holding a large sign reading "kiss Noah."
"A bleh bleh?" Katie asked to Sadie, who shrugged. "Kiss?"
"No… ah," Sadie replied
"Kiss," Katie said.
"No-ah," Sadie replied again.
"Kiss."
"Noah."
"Kiss."
"Noah."The two girls then looked to each other excitedly, and exclaimed together: "kiss Noah!" The two approached Noah, who looked a bit frightened, while Katie started kissing him somewhat passionately, while Sadie was kissing him more innocently.
Confession Outhouse
Katie: We were actually talking our own made-up language there. We understood each other perfectly.
Sadie: I asked Katie if I was supposed to kiss Noah, too.
Katie: And I told her she could, but nothing on the mouth. That was my territory.
Sadie: I thought you said he was your terrier.
Katie: (thinking for a few seconds) Actually, I think you're right.
"Couldn't Chris have bought a new, unused garbage can?" Heather asked, angry, from outside Gwen's shower in the washroom.
"Could have, but that wouldn't be cruel enough for us," Gwen said.
"Need anything, girl?" Leshawna asked, entering the washroom.
"Not from you," Gwen stated, not sounding happy. "If I need something, Heather can take care of it."
"I don't know," Heather said, a bit nervous. "Leshawna could help me in helping you."
"Don't see how," Gwen said.
"As much as it still bothers me to think it, Leshawna isn't completely devoid of admirable qualities."
"Gee, thanks," Leshawna said sarcastically.
"She's always been very loyal to you, Gwen," Heather said, glaring back at Leshawna. "I made a mistake, she made a mistake--"
"You made a lot of 'em," Leshawna said, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe to Gwen," Heather muttered to herself before continuing. "Anyway, believe me, Leshawna really cares about you. Just give her a little chance. I can set up a meeting between you two. I can mediate if you wish."
"If you'll quit bugging me, then fine," Gwen said, irritated. Leshawna shrugged as well.
"I'll work out the details," Heather said, smiling.
Confession Outhouse
Leshawna: I ever mention how freaky new Heather is?
"Oh no!" Bridgette, in an orange shirt, fakely exclaimed. "My pet rock! You're hurting my pet rock!!"
"Don't be silly," Eva said, then laughed maniacally. "I mean, it's just a rock. A rock is not alive."
"Oh, tee hee, you're right Eva… um, Herry!" Bridgette said. "You're so smart and strong!"
"Well, you're learning, " Eva said, looking sick to her stomach. "It's always fun to learn." Chris was cringing at the side of the stage.
Confession Outhouse
Bridgette: (Bridgette stares blankly at the camera for a few seconds, then slaps her face, shaking her head in her hand.)
"Waiter! Oh, waiter!" Duncan shouted in a fairly good Eastern European accent, sitting at a small table, while wearing a purple cape and a monocle.
Tyler came rushing out to Duncan. "I, Grover, shall be your waiter this lovely evening. What can I get for you?"
Duncan smiled. "I want… spaghetti and meatballs. And please, hold the garlic. It's wery bad for my allergies." Duncan thought for a moment longer. "And I'd like a Blood Light, to drink."
"All right, I will have your order in two shakes of a cow." Tyler violently turned around and rushed behind the curtain. "Hey, Charlie! Strings and things in blood, and… well, blood!" A few seconds later, Tyler came out, carrying a plate of fake spaghetti and meatballs, and a glass of fake blood. "Please tell me if everything is to your liking."
"I shall see," Duncan said, smirking, then looked at his glass. "One! One glass of Blood Light, ha ha ha!"
Tyler started making strange sound effects, and turning a flashlight on and off rapidly, surprising everyone else, including Duncan.
"Dude, what was that?!" Duncan yelled, startled.
"Well, you know… after you count, there's thunder and lightning."
"In a restaurant?!" Duncan asked, still a bit put off.
"Well, yeah," Tyler said, a bit confused. "It happens inside too. At least I think it did."
"Never mind," Duncan said, shaking his head in his hand. "Where was I… oh yes. I accept the drink, but I must now count the meatballs. Three come in a serving, right?"
"Well, usually, yeah," Tyler said, confused.
"Then I shall count to make sure you have brought me the correct number. One, one meatball! Two, two meatballs! Three, three meatballs! Ha, ha, ha!"
Suddenly, thunder and lightning came from the sky, nearly striking Tyler. "What the hell was that?!"
"The remote control cloud!" Chris shouted from the side of the stage. "I had an extra setting put in for this season, just in case!"
Tyler was shaking, approaching Duncan once more, then continuing. "So you have three meatballs. Are you happy with your meal?"
"Not yet," Duncan said. "Typically, the meal comes with thirty-two strands of spaghetti, so I shall count them, to make sure I have not been shortchanged. One, one strand of spaghetti! Two, two strands of spaghetti! Three, three strands of spaghetti! Four, four strands of--"
Tyler, looking in shock, collapsed to the ground, and started sucking his thumb.
Confession Outhouse
Tyler: Yeah, I rocked out there!
Duncan: Yeah, that was pretty lame, but it was cool to see Courtney in the audience. Even if she was glaring at me the whole time.
Chris: (throwing the door open) You aren't a contestant! You don't belong in here!
Duncan: (making a fist) Wanna' make something of it, old man?
Chris: OK, OK, I think I can… Chef! Help me!
Duncan: (shaking his head) Pathetic. (Duncan sticks his head out of the confessional.) Yeah, you'd better run!
"Oh, no!" Lindsay exclaimed,, wearing fairy wings and carrying a magic wand with a star on the end of it. "The shopkeeper only gave us one ice cream cone, but there are two of us!"
"Whatever shall we do?" Beth asked, wearing a red shirt.
"I know!" Lindsay exclaimed. "I can use my magic want to add another ice cream cone, because when you have one, and you add another one to that first one, you get one, two!"
"That's a great idea!" Beth exclaimed. "You're so smart, Abby Cadabby!"
"I'm also very pink!" Lindsay exclaimed, beaming.
Confession Outhouse
Chris: (banging his head on the wall) Make it stop! Make it stop! She's ruining my childhood!
Courtney: (looking concerned) All those childhood years, not watching Sesame Sleep, I think I was right not to watch.
Courtney was sitting at a piano on the left side of the stage, wearing a blue and white dress, as she started to play, and sing. "I welcome you all to my pageant today, where we will all learn how to see ourselves grey."
Duncan stepped out from behind the curtain, as Courtney continued singing. "For this one, he'll suck and he'll bite with his teeth, but somewhere deep down is a softie beneath."
Courtney winked at Duncan, as he rolled his eyes, and made scary poses, and DJ walked out, wearing a big, brown, earless elephant suit. "And this guy is large, but a really nice gent, but no one will buy he's a fake elephant."
"Snuffleupagus, actually," DJ said, nervous, raising his hand a little. "I'm not really an elephant."
Duncan and DJ moved over as Trent walked onto the stage, wearing a lot of yellow feathers, and Courtney continued singing. "Now this guy is big for a bird I should say, but he is not Bert, who some say he is gay."
"Bert isn't gay!" Noah shouted from backstage. "I'm not either!"
"I know, sweetie!" Katie exclaimed from the bleachers.
Duncan, DJ, and Trent moved aside, but no one was coming out. Courtney continued playing the piano, but was clearly getting impatient, and glaring at Chris, who rolled his eyes, then walked backstage."
"I'm not doing it!" Justin shouted. "You can't make me!" A second later, Justin was pushed out onto the stage, wearing an orange and white dog suit.
Courtney resumed singing. "And this guy's a dog, he's is last and, yes, least, there's no better form for this scum of a beast. And these are my friends, though they are but a few, I thank thee for staying, I hope you liked, too!" Courtney was beaming, and bowing to the audience, while the four on stage just looked a bit confused.
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: I actually did it! I actually did it! (Courtney hugs Lindsay tight.)
Lindsay: I told you I remembered Prairie Dawn's tune! She used that same piece of music for a lot of her different plays.
Courtney: I've so won this thing!
Lindsay: You don't think I won?
Courtney: Well… no, not really.
Lindsay: (sighing) Well, thank you for being honest, at least.
Gwen, Heather, and Leshawna were returning to the amphitheater's bleachers, and Chris was bringing Candice onto the stage. "Have you made your decision?" Chris asked.
"Yes," Candice said, and sighed. "I was really hoping Bridgette could win."
"Why--never mind," Chris said, shaking his head in his hand. "Who wins?"
"Well, a few stood out to me as bein' better," Candice said, smiling. "Gwen's was funny, but it sounded a bit like she had a score to settle, and that's not really true to the Sesame Street spirit, so she was out. Courtney's was also, like, so perfect with Prairie Dawn's pageants, but she didn't seem to have any clue who anyone was. And I know Leshawna's been, like, really mean to everyone this year, but it seemed true to the show, and even if it was kinda' ripped-off the invisible ice cream cone sketch, I still have to say Shawni wins!"
"Good enough for me," Chris said, staring at Candice's chest, then turned to look at Leshawna. "Leshawna, you're the winner for this challenge! Rest of you could be on the chopping block tonight. Hope it's not you, ha ha!"
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: I liked Kiki… I thought. Are you sure there's no Kiki?
Lindsay: Positive.
Courtney: OK, there was definitely someone I liked with a name something like that.
Lindsay: I wish I knew who, too.
Courtney: (blankly staring for a moment) That was pretty good, what you did there.
Lindsay: (scratching her head) What was?
"Cory, was it?" Lindsay asked, confused, as she, Bridgette, Heather, and Leshawna were gathered around Courtney.
"Cody," Courtney corrected. "We can ensure our survival by eliminating the weak."
"It's a little scary how you sound like me," Heather said, smirking, giving Courtney a thumbs up. "I like it!"
"Well, I just don't want to lose, and I don't think any of you want to lose either," Courtney said, nervous.
"It's not really that bad," Bridgette said, shrugging. "Gotta' go sooner or later."
"One of us doesn't have to go, ever, and hopefully, I can make that two of us!" Courtney exclaimed.
"You and one of us, I take it," Heather stated, smirking.
"Well, preferably," Courtney said, twiddling her fingers. "But if it's two of you guys, I will be decently content with that.
"She's honest about it, anyway," Leshawna said, shrugging. "I don't think she's trying to take advantage of us, least not too much."
"We benefit too, realize," Heather stated.
"Courtney's doing this to help us win!" Lindsay exclaimed, glomping Courtney. "She's trying to help us win! That's why we need to vote Cory off!"
"Cody," Courtney stated, smiling. "We can do this!'
Confession Outhouse
Courtney: Well, obviously, I, myself, and my four closest allies here voted against Cody, so no matter what, it's five to four, at worst, and Cody's gone. I'm sorry, Cody, but it was purely a strategically move on my behalf.
Cody: Well, I know me, Tyler, Gwen, and Katie are all voting for Courtney. I'm not sure if they were able to convince a fifth person to join in, but it would be good for them. Courtney's just going to take advantage of them like Heather did, probably using them just to get ahead. I mean, Bridgette's nice, and Lindsay's not mean, but Heather and Leshawna? She's so just using them. I can't imagine why anyone would want to willingly hang with those two.
The nine contestants were sitting on the tree stumps around the campfire that night, with Chris behind his podium, holding up a plate of eight marshmallows. "Campers, I am disappointed in you. You were pathetic out there! Nonetheless, Leshawna was still the best of the worst, I suppose, and as such, she is safe for tonight. Please come up to claim your marshmallow." Leshawna looked both relieved and guilty, but nonetheless complied, and walked up to receive her marshmallow. "The rest of you really, really sucked though! It's not often you see so much suckitude in one place, ha ha!"
"It really wasn't that bad," Lindsay said, nervous.
Confession Outhouse
Gwen: Actually, yeah, it kind of was that bad. Not that I wanted to publicly agree with Chris, mind you.
"Anyway, when I call your name, come up to receive your marshmallow," Chris said, smiling. "The one of you who does not receive a marshmallow is the losiest loser of all, and must immediately walk the Dock of Shame to catch the Boat of Losers, and you can never come back, for realsies this time."
"Bridgette."
"Gwen."
"Heather."
"Katie."
"Tyler."
"Lindsay."
Lindsay clapped for herself, but then nervously looked back to see Courtney and Cody remaining, and suddenly she looked scared, and started shaking. Everyone else was also looking worried, for differing reasons, except for Courtney, who looked completely confident.
"Campers," Chris stated, "there are only two of you remaining. One of you will get this final marshmallow, and be safe. The other will not, and will go home a big fat loser."
"That would be you, Chris" Courtney said, smirking.
"We'll see if you keep that cocky attitude of yours," Chris said.
"I know for a fact that at least five people voted for Cody to leave tonight," Courtney said. "I have nothing to worry about here. Four votes against me will not help Cody." Courtney turned to Cody, looking sympathetic. "Cody, this was nothing personal against you, but I do have to look out for my closer friends and my own best interests. You understand, I hope."
"I guess," Cody said, looking down.
"You're making him feel worse, you know," Gwen stated.
"Oh," Courtney exclaimed, looking embarrassed. "Sorry about that," Courtney said sing-songy.
"If I may continue, and I may," Chris said, irritated, "the final marshmallow of the night goes to…"
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Cody looked a little surprised, then calmly strutted up to collect his marshmallow, while Courtney was sitting there, looking dumbfounded, with her eye twitching.
"Courtney?" Lindsay asked, worried, as she approached Courtney, "are you OK?"
"Chris, could you count those votes again?" Courtney asked, obviously hiding her anger somewhat, with her voice straining.
"I checked," Chris said, irritated. "Five votes Courtney, four votes Cody. And no, no one switched any votes! We checked."
"You're kidding," Courtney said, looking like she was about to crack, making weird movements. "Isn't Chris so funny? Laugh, laugh at the funny joke! Ha ha ha ha ha! Let's laugh! HA! HA! HA!"
"You're scaring me," Chris said, shivering slightly, ducking behind his podium.
"I'm sorry, Courtney," Lindsay said, crying, as she started hugging Courtney.
"I'm sorry, too," Bridgette said, also walking up to hug Courtney.
Leshawna and Heather nervously looked to each other, shrugged, then started approaching Courtney before she completely cracked. "We have a Benedict Arnold among us!" Courtney yelled, looking deranged. "One of you voted for me! And I'll find out who it was. And you will pay! YOU! WILL! PAY!!!"
Confession Outhouse
Gwen: I know I was trying to convince Heather to vote off Courtney earlier, but I'm actually kind of hoping that it wasn't Heather about now.
Katie: Bridgette, I promise to protect you if you voted off Courtney! (Katie makes a non-existent muscle.)
Tyler: If Courtney does anything to you, Lindsay, I can mess her up real good! (Tyler shakes his fists.)
Cody: (shrugging) It was probably Heather or Leshawna. Neither one seems particularly loyal. Still, as scary as that outburst was, it pretty much proved that we booted off the right person.
"Please calm down," Lindsay said, crying, clenching on to Courtney. "It'll be OK, I promise!"
"I LOST! OK is over! I lost because--YOU!" Courtney screamed deafeningly, breathing very heavily, pointing to Heather. "YOU did this!"
"I didn't," Heather said, nervous. "You were the first person who--"
"You can't be trusted, and I stupidly trusted you! And I stupidly started this damn chain reaction, getting everyone else to trust you, and I was WRONG!" Everyone else was watching nervously, except for Chris, who was long gone.
"Courtney, please--" Bridgette started, but was interrupted by Heather.
"No," Heather stated. "You can believe what you want to believe, but I am not the same girl I was last year. I have changed, and I believed you. Except you didn't believe me after all."
"I did believe you!"
"I voted for Cody tonight," Heather said, angry, getting close to Courtney's face. "I have, or at least had, respect for you, being essentially the nicer version of me last year, and becoming even better this year, which Lindsay really helped bring forth."
"Thanks," Lindsay said, smiling a bit.
"And you're throwing all the good you've done away for some petty vengeance, and you don't even know what happened? Have you ever even thought that Chris could just be being a dick again?"
"I--I--" Courtney collapsed, sobbing profusely at Heather's feet. "I don't know! I just don't--I mean I--it's not fair!" Courtney just laid there for several minutes, as Lindsay went down to hug her, then Bridgette, Leshawna, and Heather too.
Confession Outhouse
Tyler: (blinking in confusion, with mouth agape)
Gwen: And that's why me and Courtney aren't ever going to really be best of friends.
"I'm sorry about my outburst," Heather said, crying a little.
"No, I'm sorry," Courtney said, still sobbing, lying on the ground. "That was wrong. I--I don't know what came over me."
"You weren't expecting it, the feeling of betrayal," Leshawna said, looking guilty, "some people just deal with these things better than other people do."
"She really doesn't do well with unplanned events," Bridgette said. "She lives her life on a tight schedule, and when something knocks it off track, well…." Bridgette sighed.
"I don't want to do this," Courtney said, still sobbing.
"It'll be OK," Bridgette said, smiling. "You'll get to see Duncan."
"That ogre," Courtney said, then chuckled a bit, smiling slightly. "That will be nice, actually."
Lindsay wiped her eye. "Aww, group hug!"
"I'd really rather more ordered one-at-a-time hugs," Courtney said, though she was ignored as the other four all hugged her together.
Katie sniffled from the sidelines. "That's like so sweet! I mean, I know I voted for Courtney and all, but still, it just gets me right here." Katie lightly pounded her chest. "Still better than me going."
Confession Outhouse
Chris: Looking back, I almost wish I had stayed back there just so I could actually get Courtney onto the boat. Seriously, I know I tend to rush things more than I really have to, but come on! All that "feelings" talk puts most of our viewers to sleep!
Courtney was on the Boat of Losers. "Goodbye! When I become a successful lawyer, I'll be sure to give you guys a great discount when you need me!"
"Thanks?" Bridgette asked, a bit confused, but she continued waving from the dock, along with Lindsay, Leshawna, and Heather. The others were watching from a little further back, still a bit sad.
Confession Outhouse
Lindsay: I know I'm not always the brightest bulb in the crayon, but I do know that four is more than five, so someone had to betray Courtney tonight. We were all supposed to vote for Candy, but I'm really not sure who turned against Courtney. (Lindsay taps her chin.)
The boat was nearing the dock of the Playa' des Losers. Courtney looked over excitedly, but scowled when she didn't see anyone waiting for her there. When the boat arrived, she stepped onto the dock, angry, looking around for a few moments, and then was soon pulled into the lake.
"What the hell was that?!" Courtney yelled after coming up to the surface of the lake, angry.
Duncan popped his head from beneath the surface. "Just a big, bad shark waiting for its prey."
Courtney rolled her eyes. "You ruined my good clothes."
Duncan smirked. "You can wash them."
"Ugh!" Courtney turned to face away from Duncan. "I don't know what anyone sees in you!"
"I don't know what they see in you, either," Duncan said, cocking an eyebrow. "I saw that hissy fit earlier."
Courtney turned red. "Well, that was… well, someone wronged me."
"Relax, babe," Duncan said. "We'll find out who turned on you, and then we can wail on 'em. It was probably Leshawna, anyway. She kinda' has this thing with turning on people. And turning Sir Dorkus on."
Courtney chuckled for a moment before putting her serious face back on. "Leshawna made a mistake. She's got a number of good qualities."
"OK, well if she didn't do it, who did?"
Courtney tapped her chin. "I… don't know?"
"We'll figure it out," Duncan said, grinning. "With your brains, and my special skills, we'll get whoever did it to you." Duncan looked around. "So…."
"Yes!" Courtney yelled, and leapt onto Duncan, as they started making out then and there, coming up for air occasionally.
Confession Outhouse
Katie: I feel a little bad for Courtney, but at the same time, I know what's going on now. (Katie imitates Duncan's voice, badly.) I'm Duncan, and Courtney's super sexy! (Katie imitates Courtney's voice, also badly.) I'm Courtney, and Duncan's super sexy, but I don't really want to admit it, but since I lost, I need some sort of consolation so kiss me sexy! (Katie makes two fists and starts touching them at the thumbs.) Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!
"It's not fair," Lindsay said, sitting on the floor of their, crying, with her eye makeup running. "Why Courtney?"
Bridgette was sitting on the floor next to Lindsay, comforting her. "I'm not really sure, but I don't think anyone really meant anything by it."
"We had to vote someone off," Katie said, looking a little guilty. "Courtney's nice, at least this year, but we're running out of people to vote off, and Courtney was a little, well… strong."
"Isn't strong good?" Lindsay asked, confused.
"Well, for winning, I guess," Katie said, nervous. "But the rest of us want to win, too."
"But why would you betray Courtney like that?" Lindsay asked, a bit angry.
"I didn't betray her," Katie said. "We weren't that close. I mean, she's a lot nicer than I used to think she was, but we're not even close to BFFFLs." Katie put her finger to her chin. "Actually, I guess only Sadie really is, but Bridgette's relatively close. And Noah's just plain yummy!"
Leshawna shook her head. "I don't get that one at all."
"You'll see Courtney again," Heather said, smiling. "Either when you're voted off, or when she's celebrating your victory!"
"My victory," Lindsay said, dreamy. "I can actually win! Just promise you won't sell me out this year like you did last year."
"Won't happen," Heather said, raising one hand, and putting the other over her heart. "Cross my heart."
"Hope to die!" Lindsay badly sang. "May lightning strike me if I'm telling a lie!" The others looked both shocked and in pain.
"Just promise to warn us the next time you're going to sing," Heather said, chuckling.
There was a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" Lindsay asked, thinking. "Is it Tyler? Tyler is that you?!"
"No, it's Chris!" Chris yelled from the other side of the door. "Are you all naked?"
Heather rolled her eyes. "We're decent. Come in, as if we had a choice."
"You do have a choice, at least this time," Chris yelled from the other side of the door. "I just needed to see Gwen!"
Gwen sighed, then walked to the door and exited, and followed Chris. "Wanted to throw more crap at me?" Gwen asked, angry.
"No," Chris said, looking uncomfortable. "I wanted to say… well, actually… the truth is--"
"You'd better not be hitting on me," Gwen said, irritated.
"What, no!" Chris shouted. "Why would I want to hit on you with Lindsay and Heather around? Or even better yet, Candice! I know you'd never give out."
"That's disgusting," Gwen said, angry.
Chris slapped his face. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong, but no, I wasn't trying to hit on you. I just wanted to say… well…." Chris was nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Do I really have to wait here?" Gwen asked, rolling her eyes.
"I'm sorry," Chris said, looking down.
Gwen stood there, confused, for several seconds. "You're sorry?"
"Yes!" Chris shouted. "You know, for destroying your stupid painting."
"It wasn't stupid!" Gwen yelled.
"I'm bad at this, OK?!" Chris yelled back. "Look, I've been having this weird feeling that wouldn't go away after I destroyed that painting."
"Guilt?" Gwen asked, a little less angry.
"I guess," Chris said, a bit confused. "That what it's called? I went too far with the painting, though. For how mean it was for me to do that, it really should've had a better payoff."
"So you're only apologizing due to lack of viewer approval," Gwen said. "Typical."
"I feel bad, OK?" Chris said, exhausted. "Look, I don't usually feel this--guilt you called it?"
"Yes."
"I don't usually feel that, but I feel it now, and I hate it! And I don't know how else to get rid of it!"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "So you're not apologizing because you mean it, but just to make you feel better about destroying my soul."
"Both!" Chris yelled. "Can't it be both?"
"Probably not," Gwen said.
Chris sighed. "Look, I felt bad enough that I actually brought Trent back here for tonight."
"Trent's back in the game?" Gwen asked, hopeful.
"For tonight only," Chris said. "Look, it wouldn't really be fair to bring him back into the game at this point."
"Since when have you made decisions based on fairness," Gwen asked.
"Since this 'guilt' thing," Chris said. "Look, I set out a nice table, some nice music, and actual good food, cooked myself, for you and Trent to enjoy."
"You cook?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I bought from an expensive restaurant," Chris said. "I didn't want Chef ruining this meal, and trust me, you really don't want me to cook for you."
"I can believe that," Gwen said, smiling a bit.
Chris led Gwen to a cozy outdoor table, where Trent was waiting by candlelight. "I'll leave you two alone. And I mean it. Well, except for the cameras. They're still there."
"That's good enough," Gwen said, smiling.
Chris started walking away, and over to a bush where Izzy and Ezekiel were hiding. "You did good, for once," Izzy said, giving Chris a thumbs up.
"That feels so wrong, though," Chris said. "Being… nice." Chris shuddered upon mention of that word.
"But it feels good to not feel guilty, eh?" Ezekiel asked, smiling.
"Yeah," Chris said. "That feeling's gone, but now I just feel icky. She thought I was coming on to her!"
"Like you don't have a thing for teenage girls," Izzy said, sticking her tongue out. "We all know you want me!" Izzy started shaking her body to Chris.
"You would be my third choice if you weren't a bit too freaky for me," Chris said, smirking. "Thank you, though."
"You're welcome," Izzy said, grinning. "Couldn't pass up a chance to help you do something legitimately nice for someone!"
"And so ends another episode," Chris said. "Courtney has been voted off the island, and I have a clear conscience! Or clear enough, at least."
"And I, Detective Kaleidoscope, shall find out who betrayed Courtney, and hope there was no foul play on your part, Mr. Maclaine."
"There wasn't," Chris said. "You can see the tapes if you want. She was voted off fair and square… ish."
"Ish?" Izzy asked, then narrowed her eyes. "Show me."
"Rather not, really." Chris said. "You'll just yell at me, probably." Chris put on his plastic smile, and started making wild gestures as he finished. "Courtney lost, and there are now only eight contestants remaining. Who will be the next one to fall victim to the island? Find out next time on Total Drama Gwen!"
"Wow," Izzy said, blinking in confusion. "I didn't even have to interrupt you that time."
"I'm not doing that again," Chris stated, a bit irritated. "Still don't get why you brought Ezekiel with you here."
"We're making out, eh!" Ezekiel exclaimed, as Izzy brought him back into the bush, and Chris slowly walked away, a bit disturbed by the rustling.
"I can't believe he got us lobster," Gwen said, smiling as she dug into the lobster. "I don't know. I really wanted to show you guys the painting I was working on, and this doesn't really bring it back."
"He tried," Trent said, shrugging. "He's trying to be nicer now, so I think we should just go with it."
Gwen twisted her fork around her plate. "I guess. I don't want him to think I can just be bought off, though."
"Might just be his way of apologizing," Trent said, taking a bite of food. "I mean, I know Chris has done some really horrible things, but that was just a new low. Maybe it was too low even for him?"
"The same guy who sold the show out for a big fat McPaycheck?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah," Trent said, nervous. "Unless you think there's something more going on."
Gwen smiled. "I don't know. But right now, I probably should just enjoy the night." Gwen looked up at the stars. "It really is a beautiful night."
"Yeah," Trent said, looking up. "I made a wish on the ninth star I saw tonight." Trent looked over at Gwen, who was also looking over at Trent. They both got up, then started sweetly kissing each other under the night sky.
Votes
Bridgette: Cody
Cody: Courtney
Courtney: Cody
Gwen: Courtney
Heather: Cody
Katie: Courtney
Leshawna: Cody
Lindsay: Candy
Tyler: Courtney
Courtney: 5
Cody: 4
Losers: Geoff, DJ, Duncan, Beth, Izzy, Justin, Owen, Sadie, Noah, Eva, Ezekiel, Trent, Harold, Courtney
Remaining Contestants: Bridgette, Cody, Gwen, Heather, Katie, Leshawna, Lindsay, Tyler
That was hard to write. I know some people despise Courtney, but I'm not one of them, and I definitely did not want to vote her off. Sometimes, you can't let personal bias get in the way of the story, though, and that's essentially what happened. I'm sad she was voted off, too. She's had a pretty huge role in the story up to this point, at least, and she's still got a big role in the next chapter. You've all noticed the pattern, right? You all know what's coming up in chapter thirty-nine, I hope!
Anyway, if you want to yell at me for betraying Courtney and voting her off, go right on ahead. If you want to yell at me for taking too long to vote off the worst character ever, I guess you can do that too!