'Stoked' fans will get the title reference. ;)
Total Drama © Fresh TV Inc. & Teletoon
Total Drama Redemption
Day Forty Nine (49)
There was a damp chill which spread in and around the campgrounds and into the rooms. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the cabin windows. The lake rose, and the flower beds turned into muddy streams. Everywhere outside, it was raining in sheets, a torrential downpour. I wouldn't have been surprised if cats and dogs started falling out of the sky.
It was getting hard to sleep as the storm became increasingly louder. I only got short bouts of sleep before being woken up, almost periodically throughout the night. I checked my watch. It was 5 AM.
But I didn't care about irregular sleeping patterns. The Wicked Witch of the West was finally gone.
"Has it been raining all night?" Duncan asked. The punk hadn't been able to sleep either.
"I think so." I said.
The water around the cabin had risen to an abnormal amount, and some of it was seeping into our cabin. So we went out and sat on the porch. Duncan picked up a stick and started carving it with his pocket knife. Gwen was sketching something, likely a rain scene.
There was the thud of raindrops, the boom of thunder and the crackle of lightning. But the most terrifying sound by far was the beep of Chris's loudspeaker turning on.
"Listen up campers." Chris spoke over the sound of the storm.
"One of the most grueling challenges of any summer camp experience is the dreaded rain day, where all activities with even the remotest possibility of fun are cancelled in favor of the Craft Tent! The forecast for tomorrow: rain, rain and more rain followed by… rain."
Wow. What a shocker.
"See you all in the Craft Tent at 0700 hours!" Well. We've got two hours.
"Man this stinks." Duncan said. "Even Geoff couldn't put a shiny happy spin on this weather. Speaking of which… where is Geoff?"
The party boy was nowhere to be found.
After sitting on the porch for a bit, we decided to go back in our cabins. We could do nothing but wait until the rain clears. I crawled back into my bed and took a nap.
-X-
I dreamt that I was in a vast ocean, just floating along, like on those Lazy River rides at the Amusement Park.
'SPLASH!'
Okay. That sounded real. I looked out of our cabin. Our floating cabin.
In the water were Duncan and Gwen. I nearly slipped and fell in myself at the sight.
"Where did all this water come from?" Gwen asked, looking around.
The whole place was flooded.
"You know. This is so ridiculous, it's almost funny." Duncan said. That was, until he saw a shark fin sticking out of the water.
"Shark!" The two screamed as they jumped into the cabin. Gwen's bunk bed had capsized.
"Quick! We need something big and chewy to shove in his mouth!" Gwen said.
"Man. I sure wish Owen was here." Duncan said.
"…"
"For company, you know."
There went Gopher Cabin. The one with all the sad and happy memories had sunk.
Within three hours, a flash flood had uprooted the cabin and was currently carrying it off who knows where.
We had been floating for quite a while, all of us tense about what was going to happen next.
"It makes sense that the Bass Cabin is the last one standing." Duncan said. "Because Bass are fish so they can swim."
"Yes, Duncan. We got that. You didn't have to explain it." I said.
"Land ho." Gwen said.
"Such language." Duncan said.
"It means we've reached shore."
"Where are we?" I asked. I surveyed they area and could confirm that I had never seen this place before. Was it another island?
"Let's find out." Duncan said.
"This is one small step for a teen. One giant leap for teenkind." I jumped off the cabin and onto the sand. Duncan and Gwen did the same.
"Okay. Is anyone else a little creeped by this deserted island?" Gwen asked.
"How can you be so sure that it's deserted?" Duncan asked.
"Thanks for creeping me out even more, Duncan."
"My pleasure."
"This reeks of Chris." I said.
"Yeah I smell his cologne as well." Duncan said.
"I think we're on another island." Gwen said.
"We obviously just drifted downstream. The producers will send a search party." Duncan said.
"Assuming, of course, that the producers know that we've gone missing." I said.
"And besides. Chris would probably leave us here on this island anyway for good old fashioned TV entertainment." Gwen said.
"Yeah. He would do that." I said.
"Wherever we are, it's not Camp Wawanakwa, that's for sure." Duncan said. "But it's not Boney Island either."
"Good thing it isn't." I said. Just the name 'Boney Island' sent chills down my spine.
Duncan leaned back on a rock. It wasn't long before I decided to ask the inevitable question.
"So what do we do now?"
"Let's just chill until the rescue team arrives." Duncan said.
"What if there isn't a rescue team?" Gwen asked. "What if the producers think we're dead? I say we build a raft and head back to camp."
"Good call. Let's get more lost." Duncan snarked.
"We need to build a raft."
"No. We need to stay put."
"Build a raft."
"Stay put."
"Build a raft."
"Stay put."
"Build a raft."
"Stay put."
"Build a raft."
"Stay put."
"Build a raft."
"I say that we should build a raft!"
"And I say that we should stay put!"
"Haha gotcha!" Duncan said.
"That's great." I said. "Alright. The last two times we thought that Chris had abandoned us, it turned out to be an actual challenge. Why should this be any different?"
"Because we're marooned on an island." Gwen said. "You can honestly say that Chris planned this."
"Yeah. Didn't he want us to meet at the Arts and Crafts Center?" Duncan said.
"It could have been a diversion." I suggested.
"As long as we're stuck here, we might as well explore the place." Gwen said. "I'm gonna need some materials to build a raft."
Great. Now I get to experience how Robinson Crusoe felt.
"Why do you guys think that Chris woke us up at five only to let us go back to sleep? It's like he gave us a warning or something."
"No. Maybe he needed two hours to get the challenge ready or something." Gwen countered.
"Hey guys. I think I found something." Duncan said. He pointed up to a tree house.
"What's that doing here?" Gwen asked.
"Who knows?" Duncan said. The teen climbed up the ladder and opened the door.
"Holy shit!" Duncan said as a skeleton popped out. He stumbled backwards, nearly falling on the ground.
On said ground was something even scarier. It was the skull of a tyrannosaurus rex.
"Downstream from camp, eh Duncan?" Gwen asked.
"Okay. I've been wrong before."
"I've got a feeling we're not in Wawanakwa anymore." I said.
"Alright. Alright. So maybe there's no rescue team coming." Duncan yielded. "What do we do now?"
"Hey what's that?" Gwen was pointing to a piece of paper lodged in the sand.
"It could be a clue as to where we are." Duncan said.
"Or information regarding a challenge." I said.
Duncan went over to the paper and pulled on it in an attempt to dislodge it.
"Don't tug too hard. You might tear it." Gwen said.
Duncan gave one more tug and the paper was out of the sand.
"So? What does it say?" I asked.
Duncan scanned the piece of paper.
"Gibberish."
Gwen and I went to look at it. It was a series of numbers.
4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.
"They're just numbers." Duncan said. "Nothing more, nothing less."
"Someone had to write these before we got here." I said.
"So?" Duncan asked.
"We're not alone on this island." I said.
"I swear I've seen these numbers before." Gwen said, tapping her chin. "Like a sequence in a book or something."
"The Fibonacci Sequence? No. That can't be it. That one goes 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 etc. But there has to be some meaning to these numbers. They're here for a reason."
"Or maybe, you know, they could just be numbers." Duncan said.
"If they're the order of eliminations, then the person who was fourth was… Owen." Gwen said.
It was at that moment that I came to a sudden realization. It was the ultimate chain reaction caused by Owen getting the boot early.
I had stopped Mr. Coconut from ever appearing.
"No, Mr. Coconut! You will exist!" I said. I ran over to a nearby coconut tree, grabbed a coconut and put a tuft of grass on him.
I stepped back to admire my creation. Something seemed missing. A mouth!
"Let's put a smile on that face!" I said. I squished a red berry between my fingers and drew a mouth on him.
And just like that, Mr. Coconut had been resurrected.
Gwen and Duncan were looking at me like I had grown a second head.
"What is that supposed to be?" Gwen asked.
"Oh I'm sorry. Gwen, Duncan, this is Mr. Coconut. Mr. Coconut, meet my cast-mates Gwen and Duncan."
"Yeah I'm just gonna pretend this never happened." Gwen said.
"Hey. Wait a minute." Duncan said. He had gone to take a closer look at the skeleton. "This is a fake prop. This is obviously some lame challenge."
"I'm glad someone gets it." I said.
"What's obvious is that we're stranded on a deserted island and we'll die unless we build a raft." Gwen said.
"If we're stranded, then the producers will obviously rescue us." Duncan said.
"What if the producers don't know where to look? They're not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed. In case you haven't noticed"
"Not winning any points with Chris and crew." I said.
"Do I really look like I give a damn?" Gwen asked irately.
"Okay. Just think. If this island were deserted like you claimed, then who built this treehouse?" I asked.
That was the wrong question to ask.
"We're not the only people on this island and we all know it." I said.
"How do you know that the people that built this thing haven't already left?" Gwen asked.
"And how do you know they're not hostile?" Duncan asked.
"So there's someone- or something else here. All the more reason to leave as soon as possible." Gwen said.
"Fine. Then let's make a new rule." Duncan said authoritatively. "Every camper for themselves."
"Fine!" Gwen said. She stormed out of the treehouse.
Duncan and I went into the treehouse.
"Dibs on the bow and arrows!" Duncan said. He grabbed them and prepared to head out.
"And where do you plan on going?" I asked.
"Eventually? Off this island. I'm going to make a signal."
"But you don't know what's out there." I said.
"It's better than sitting in here." He said. Duncan exited the tree house.
After he left, I searched around the room for something, anything. I needed to know what was going on.
After some exhaustive searching in and around the treehouse I end up with nothing but chocolate bars. Something is better than nothing.
And they were peanut-less too! Awesome! I bit into one. Mmmm. Tasty. There was a whole stash of them. I began devouring them one by one. Mr. Coconut wasn't hungry though. I asked him to make sure.
Staying in the treehouse was a good call indeed. I sat by the window and ate.
"Hey! Where did you get that chocolate?" Duncan asked from below. He had some fruits and an egg in his hand, and was carrying his bow and arrow.
"Found it in the treehouse." I answered.
"You better share that man. I'm starving."
"Oh I'm sorry. I believe that it was you who said 'every camper for themselves' and I wouldn't want to break that precious rule now would I?"
'GROOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWLL!'
"Duncan, tell me that was your stomach." Gwen said. She was building a raft beneath the treehouse.
"Nope." Duncan answered. "It didn't even sound human."
"Well whatever it is, I'm outta here." Gwen said. She pushed her raft into the water.
"Good luck!" I called out.
"I'll trade you my egg in exchange for a ride." Duncan said.
Gwen thought about it for a moment. "Deal."
"Seriously? Alright, fine." I said. "I don't care."
The two of them rowed off into the waters as I sat in the treehouse.
Then, a terrifying sound came out the likes of which I had never heard before.
What the hell was that? I'd prefer it if I didn't find out.
The bushes began to rustle and out stepped out… Geoff.
"DUUUUUUUUUUUDE!" Geoff shouted when he saw me. He quickly climbed up the ladder and I was actually afraid at one point.
"No, no. Don't hurt me!"
"NOAH!" Geoff said as he picked me up and hugged me. He let go after about a good minute.
"Geoff. It's good to see you too." I said.
"And who is this?"
"That's Mr. Coconut."
"Cool." Geoff said.
"WAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!" I heard Duncan and Gwen yell from the skies.
They were being carried by a humongous pterodactyl, but it dropped them. They fell into the trees and onto the ground.
Geoff and I climbed back down the ladder.
"Ow!" Duncan said.
"Geoff?" Gwen asked.
"Duncan! Bro!" Geoff said as he pulled the punk into a tight hug. "I could hug you forever man."
'THUD!'
Also out of the tree came something deadlier. A giant snake.
"I guess forever has ended." Geoff said as he released Duncan so the four of us could hightail it up to the treehouse.
The big purple snake hissed at us from the base of the ladder.
"So a bunch of people crash-land onto a mysterious tropical island somewhere in the middle of the ocean with the knowledge that they aren't the only ones there." Geoff said. "Hmmmm. It seems an awfully lot like Gilligan's Island to me!"
"If that thing bites us, we're dead meat." Duncan said once we were all inside the treehouse.
"Actually that snake isn't poisonous." I said. "It's an anaconda, which squeezes its prey and suffocates it instead of injecting venom-"
"Okay. I get it. Shut it before I start calling you Harold 2.0." Duncan said.
There were two beds inside of the treehouse. Duncan and Geoff sat on one bed, and Gwen and I took a seat in the other. It was much softer than I thought it would be.
"Candy bar?" I asked, tossing a couple to the trio in the hut.
"Hey let's play I Spy." Geoff said. "I'll go first. I spy something brown and sticky."
"A stick?" I joked.
"A chocolate bar." Duncan said. "This is lame. I think it's time for one of my famous spooky stories. Gather around."
Well. We didn't really have anything better to do.
"So a young girl is alone in her house for the first time since her parents are gone for the night. She's only got her dog for company. She turns on the radio. There are reports of a mental patient on the loose near her neighborhood, so she locks all the doors and windows and goes to bed. She takes her dog to her room with her and lets it sleep under her bed."
"In the middle of the night, she hears a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The dripping sound annoys her. The bedside lamp won't work, and she is too scared to get out of bed to turn on the main light, and walk over to the bathroom. She is just a little girl, anyway. She hides under the covers. In order to reassure herself that the dog is still under the bed she puts her hand down and feels licking on her hand."
"So she lies awake for some time listening to the dripping sound and puts her hand down to where she can hear heavy breathing and each time feels saliva on her fingers. Eventually she falls asleep. The next morning when she wakes, she goes to the bathroom for a drink of water. And right there, on the shower wall, written in blood are the words 'HUMANS CAN LICK TOO' She looks up, and sees her slaughtered dog is hanging from the shower head, its blood, now thick and dark, still dripping into the bathtub! Muahahahaha!"
"Holy shit. That gives me the willies." Geoff said.
"Dark." Gwen said. "I like it."
Geoff looked around the room. "Wow. Chris really decorated this place up real nice. I'll be sure to congratulate him later."
"Hello!" Gwen said. "Don't you guys get it? Chris doesn't know we're here. None of us are in this competition because the producers think we're dead. Which means we're gonna die on this stupid island!"
"We're going to die?" Geoff asked. "Whoa, dude. That's heavy. Guys! Do you know what we have to do?"
"Uh… no clue." I said.
"I've been with the four of you on Total Drama Island for a really long time. But I barely know anything about you guys." Geoff said.
"You want to know more about us?" Gwen asked.
"I'm sure we could all benefit from telling everyone else here more about yourself. Preferably something you've never told anyone else while on the show. Maybe an incident that changed you forever."
It was weird to hear such words coming out of Geoff's mouth, but people do and say some crazy things in the face of death.
"Hmm… I don't know about that." Gwen said.
"Aw come on Gwen! It'll be fun." Geoff said.
"I'll go first." Duncan said. He took a deep breath and began to narrate his story.
"Back in middle school, I had a friend. He was my best friend. He and I were thick as thieves. Literally. We would shoplift together and do other irresponsible stuff. Anyway, there was this kid who used to pick on my friend. This was back in sixth grade so I wasn't the mean machine you see before you know. He kept getting picked on and took it. He didn't do anything about it. So I decided that I wasn't going to take this lying down and took the matter into my own hands."
"I met him after school and knocked the stuffing out of him. Asshole got sent to the hospital. It was my first fight. The dude was the younger brother of an eighth-grader. That guy rounded up some of his mates. On the last day of school, they all ganged up against me."
"It was at that moment that I realized that being soft was going to get me nowhere in this world. The entire summer, all I did was exercise. Unfortunately, I never saw the kid again. But I swear I will rip them to pieces if I ever do."
"Wow. That's rough." Geoff said. "So is that why you went to juvie?"
"Yeah right. Like I'd tell you why I went to juvie. Besides, that was in the ninth grade."
"Alright. My turn." I said. "I'm sure you guys are wondering why I'm such a cynic all the time. It's because of my family."
"I'm one of nine brothers and sisters. And I'm the youngest one. My parents barely care about my first year of high school when it's marriage time for one of my sisters. One of my brothers is an astronaut. Another one is a comedian. One of my sisters is a singer, and another's an actress. My eldest brother is an Olympian, for goodness sakes! And then there's me."
"There's just so much going on at my household. Too much, in fact. Hell, half of the time, my parents forget that I even exist. My only friend is my golden labrador Terrence. I'm not gifted athletically, nor am I good at any extracurricular activities. Therefore, I decided to take the academic route. I studied hard. All day, every day. I became apathetic towards everything except my education. I strived hard to get a good GPA. Maybe a Harvard acceptance letter can get their attention. Maybe then they won't just refer to me as 'The Youngest One' or 'The Bookworm'!"
For the second time that day, I received weird stares from the rest of the cast.
"Sorry for freaking out. I just needed to get that out of my system. I doubt you guys would fare any better if you were in my family."
"We've all got family problems dude." Duncan said. "I mean mine are cops! Think about that for a second."
"You think that's bad?" Gwen scoffed. "You should hear my tale."
"My father left my mom when I was just four years old. He was having an affair with another woman. That's what my mom told me anyway. I have no memory of him at all. All through school, I was mocked and made fun of. My mom told me that I was no different than the rest, but I knew better."
"I had a brother. He kind of strayed down the wrong everyone else ignored me. I had one friend to keep me from going batshit insane. One. I considered her my best friend. She didn't feel the same way. Apparently she felt that it was 'uncool' for her to be with me. She joined the popular crowd. She even ridiculed me in front of her new friends. They were very much like Heather."
"I isolated myself from the rest of the world, until I finally found some comfort in new friends. New Goth friends. I tried being happy and cheerful. It didn't work out. I even changed my name from Amanda to Gwen, as it was darker. I had created a new identity for myself. I was Gwen Fahlenbock. The weird Goth girl who didn't give two shits what anyone thought of her."
There was a moment of silence from all of us.
"Wow Gwen. That's the saddest story I've ever heard." I said. "And I've read some pretty sad stories."
I didn't know what else to say.
"Cheer up Amanda. You've got us now." Geoff said.
Gwen shot him a death glare. "Don't ever call me that. Ever." She snarled. Suddenly, the snake wasn't the thing I was most afraid of.
"Whoa! Sorry about that. It's cool." Geoff said, trying to calm her down.
"Amanda is gone. She's no more. Only Gwen remains." The last remaining girl camper said.
"So what about your story, Geoff?" Duncan said.
"My parents told me they would be gone for the weekend, so I threw this mad party. It was wild. I pulled some crazy stunts. Got all of it on video. Some pretty sweet stuff."
"Anyway, as fate would have it, my parents decided to pay the house early visit, and I got caught in the act. There was guacamole, cheese dip and salsa all over the carpet. Broken pieces of vases lay scattered everywhere. I was in the middle of the room wearing nothing but boxer shorts, chugging a can of beer. You can imagine the looks on their faces."
"You know the craziest part? My dad actually congratulated me. He said that he was glad that I had so many friends and told me that I was finally manning up. They joined the party as well and I became one of the coolest kids in middle school. Isn't that awesome?"
"So that was your life-changing experience?" Duncan asked.
"Well the experiences that you guys had were all downers. We had to have one happy story."
"So you've never had a sad moment?" Gwen asked.
"I guess I was pretty bummed when John Cena lost the number one ranking."
"Um… Geoff? You know that's fake, right? The WWE is all staged."
"No way! You can't be serious!" Geoff said flabbergasted.
Of course. This was Geoff we were talking about.
"Don't you guys feel better now that you've confessed?" Geoff asked.
"Nuh-uh."
"Nope."
"Not really."
"Hey guys, look! Is that smoke?" Geoff asked, pointing out the door.
We all went to get a closer look. In the distance, I could make out some faint sign of smoke.
"It sure looks like it." Gwen said.
"We've got neighbors." I said. "Told you, Gwen."
"The rescue team?" Duncan asked.
"It might be a trick." Gwen said.
"There's only one way to know for sure." Geoff said.
After twenty minutes of making weapons and applying face-paint, we were ready to face whatever was out there.
We looked more like circus clowns than tribes-people. I could only imagine how stupid I looked.
"I don't know about this." Gwen said. "They could be hunters."
"We'll hunt them first." Geoff said.
"There's only one problem. A fifty foot python with an attitude." Duncan said.
"Anaconda." I corrected him.
"Oh that." Geoff said like it was nothing. He grabbed Mr. Coconut and dropped him on the snake, knocking it out.
"Why didn't you do that hours ago?" Gwen asked angrily.
"What? And miss out on all our bonding. Chyea right. No let's go!"
"Mr. Coconut, you have saved our lives. We are eternally grateful." I said.
The five of us ran into the dense jungle. Geoff stopped us a few yards away from the smoke.
"This is it, guys. We might not make it out alive." He said.
"It's show time." Duncan said.
We plunged through the bushes, arrows, spears and slingshots in hand, ready to face whatever was on the other side.
The 'hunters' turned out to be Chris and Chef.
"Hey guys. It's about time you showed up." Chris said.
"You were expecting us?" Duncan asked confusedly.
"I see you've found our Production Crew's secret location. Or, was a secret until now."
"But what about the t-rex skull?" I asked.
"And the prehistoric goose?" Duncan added.
"Haha. Oh those are just left over from a dinosaur movie that was-"
"Wait." Gwen interrupted him. "You mean to tell me that while we were shipwrecked, you were here basking in the lap of luxury a mere hundred feet away?"
"Yes, Gwen. That would be accurate." Chris grinned devilishly.
The rain started coming down again and Chris and Chef went into their trailer.
"Sorry." Chris said. "I'd invite you in, but there's only room for six. See you at the campfire tonight!"
He shut the door and we were standing out in the rain, looking like idiots. I heard the all too familiar sound of thunder and raindrops.
"Raindrops keep fallin' on my head." Geoff sang. "And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed. / Nothin' seems to fit. / Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'."
Gwen and Duncan just shook their heads. A dysfunctional Swiss Family Robinson, we were.
-X-
"I told you guys that Chris planned the whole thing." Duncan said.
A helicopter had taken us back to the mainland, but only after we had spent most of the evening in the cold, damp rain.
"No you didn't." I said. "You thought we were downstream."
"So how did you end up in the outhouse anyway?" Gwen asked Geoff.
"I had to pee in the middle of the night. I guess I fell asleep because The next thing I know, I'm on another island. I thought I was dreaming at first."
"Calling all campers to the bonfire ceremony pronto!" The loudspeaker sounded.
"So there was a challenge." Gwen said. "But what was it? Who could last the longest without cracking? Best utilization of resources?"
"These challenges are getting more and more ambiguous." Duncan said.
"Do you even know what ambiguous means?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Maybe. No." He said.
We had arrived. We took our seats at the pit for the first time in four days.
Chris spoke.
"Well. It's been a grueling day campers. Frankly, Chef and I are worn out. I hope you've learned two valuable lessons. First, always make sure your cabins are securely fastened to the ground. And second, the 'every camper for themselves' idea sucks. Four heads are always better than one."
"I think you mean five." Geoff said, lifting up Mr. Coconut.
"Which brings us to yet another dramatic marshmallow ceremony." Chris said, holding up his plate of tasty treats.
"Wait a minute." Duncan said, noticing something. "You have four marshmallows. That's one for each of us."
"Excellent observation dude."
"Noah, Duncan, Gwen, Geoff." Chris said, tossing us each a marshmallow.
"But." I said. "You don't mean-"
"Yep. It's time for Mr. Coconut to walk the Dock of Shame!"
"No!" Geoff said. "Anything but that!"
"My creation!" I said.
"Get it together dudes." Chris said. "You two are starting to freak me out. Especially you, Noah. I was already freaked out by Geoff long before this."
"But WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!?" Geoff bawled. Chris pried Mr. Coconut out of my hands and tossed him onto the dock.
"MR. COCONUT!" Geoff and I yelled as he rolled into the lake.
"Your elimination will not be in vain." I said.
"Yeah. We'll win for you." Geoff said.
"You guys can't both win for it." Duncan noted.
"By the way. What we confessed back there stays back there." Gwen said.
"Oh yes." Duncan said.
"No argument." I said.
"Got it Geoff?" Duncan asked.
"My lips are sealed." He said.
"And by the way, we only managed to recover the Bass Cabin." Chris said. "Therefore, just for today, I'm making an exception. You can sleep in the Guys Cabin if you want, Gwen. But let me just tell you that if I hear any bad reports, you guys will all be in big trouble."
"Got it." Duncan, Geoff and I said quickly.
I headed back into the wet cabin and climbed into my bunk.
Man, if only Chris had known how much outrage, backlash and arguments eliminating an inanimate object from the competition would cause. Then again, if he knew that it would cause controversy, it might have made him want to eliminate Mr. Coconut even more.
I know he's still out there. Somewhere, floating in the ocean waters is Mr. Coconut. I'll never forget you, little buddy.
Okay, so Noah may have been a little OOC for this chapter, but he was stranded on a deserted island for goodness sakes. If that doesn't make someone go crazy, I don't know what will.
So should Mr. Coconut be counted as a contestant? I'll let you guys figure that out. He has the best audition tape by far, though. No argument there.
Fantastic Four (I'm so getting sued for this): The Thing (Duncan), Mr. Fantastic (Noah), The Invisible Woman (Gwen), The Human Torch (Geoff)
