Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Total Drama series characters, episodes, seasons or anything. They all belong to Teletoon, Cartoon network as well as the creators of Total Drama themselves.

CragmiteBlaster's Words of Wisdom: And so another arc begins; this arc is definitely an important one, mostly because of a big event near the end of this chapter. All I can say is … things are going to be different. With that being said, enjoy the chapter!

Beer!


Chris sat in the cockpit of the Jumbo Jet holding a book titled 'Every word in the English language and their definitions. Chef Hatchet was flying the Jumbo Jet and was listening to a song on an MP3 player.

"Ah, underlining the rude words in the dictionary; it's my favourite past time." Said Chris cheerfully. "Hey Chef, what song are you listening to?"

Chef didn't respond; instead he started to sing.

"Oooo! And live while we're young!" Sang Chef Hatchet.

Suddenly Chef Hatchet realised the intro had started.

"You didn't hear anything!" Growled Chef Hatchet as he put away his MP3 player.

"... Anyway; last time on Total Drama Tween Tour we visited our native soil of Canada, specifically the prairies. I ditched my duties for the day due to a sort of fair being on in town, so I left the task to Ezekiel since it was his farm that we were visiting. Before the challenge even started the drama really struck out; Edgar forced Emily to kiss him due to his blackmail ... and Bonnie saw everything and began to try and take Edgar down. He's one bad dude ... and I don't mean cool, I mean bad."

"Fat kids are almost always bad." Agreed Chef Hatched.

"The challenge was fairly simple; there were six mini games. One for a Tween from each team. If a Tween won one mini game they'd get an advantage from their team in the final mini game ... AKA, the only one that mattered. Megan decided to throw the challenge to get rid of Craig and with help from Lars this was achieved and the Sneaky Snails lost."

"And sadly Edgar won the hay holding tiebreaker." Frowned Chef Hatchet. "But Karrie gained a pet bird much to everyone's surprise."

"Indeed; maybe she'll stop being so scared of birds? Also, I tricked Ezekiel into being an intern, haha! In the end Bonnie was voted out ... but she left in style! Throughout the episode she had learnt of Edgar's plan and learnt it was just a bluff. She also took the fall so her friend Ramona could stay. What a girl!" Exclaimed Chris.

"The game is gonna really be changing soon." Mused Chris.

"Indeed it will." Nodded Chris knowingly. "So, where will we visit today? Will anyone get together? Will any new friendships and conflicts arise? Can Edgar survive much longer? Will Pablo hurt himself while trying to impress Ling? Are the current teams getting a bit ... boring? And who will be the seventeenth person voted out? Find out right now on Total Drama Tween Tour!"


(Theme Song, I wanna be famous)


Ezekiel yawned as he woke up; he looked around in confusion before remembering he was on the Jumbo Jet.

"Lousy Chris; I was ready to put this show behind me ... now I'm back here as an intern." Muttered Ezekiel. "What's the point of being here?"

"I sometimes wonder that." Agreed Noah.

Ezekiel looked over and saw Noah was awake in his bed reading a book.

"Oh, hey Noah." Greeted Ezekiel. "You stuck in this dump too?"

"Yep; there's no way out." Nodded Noah. "Owen enjoys it though. Still, it isn't all bad."

"How so?" Asked Ezekiel doubtfully.

"Katie's here; at least that way I don't have to suffer 24/7 ... just 23/7." Said Noah with a cynical tone but also with a very faint smile. "Why are you so unhappy about it? At least you aren't competing."

"Eh, it brings back bad memories." Sighed Ezekiel.

"Being voted off first twice isn't that bad; you got spared the humiliation." Stated Noah.

"I wasn't bothered in island, but last season I did nothing wrong eh! Chris was singling me out and practically made sure I'd be voted of first; he didn't say we needed the stick to win immunity and when I lost it ... I did exactly what Harold said and got the boot for it. Not only that ... but nobody even cared; they just didn't care. Nobody even said 'are you ok', and I was on a team with the nicest people ... or at least, that's what I thought eh." Said Ezekiel bitterly. "I don't want to be Chris's puppet or henchman; I just want to go home."

"... I feel your pain, but life has a cruel sense of humour." Muttered Noah. "Not to mention some of the tweens are playing very dirty."

"I bet the prize will just end up lost again, eh." Frowned Ezekiel.


(Airplane Confessional: Looks like he does have reason to be bitter.)

Ezekiel: I recovered from being feral aboot five months ago eh; and in that time I've really kept my angst about this show bottled up. Why do I always get the short end of the stick when others have done worse than me eh? Duncan has loads of fans and he cheated on Courtney ... is that cool nowadays?

Noah: So ... the two lowest ranked guys from the first season are sharing a room with the first winner ... irony can be interesting.


(First Class)


Oliver was the first of the Buzzing Bees to wake up and exit his room; the sun was shining through the windows of First Class and everything was quiet and peaceful. He took out a piece of lined paper and sat down at a table while starting to write.

"Poetry was never my strong suit, but Karrie said that when writing a poem it's best to stop thinking and let emotions do the work ... too bad I'm always thinking." Mused Oliver. "I have no need to worry about Molly feeling uncomfortable since she's my friend ... but does she like me like that? Sadly the philosophy of love is hard to understand since it's different for everyone."

Oliver silently wrote the poem for a few minutes before reading over what he had written.

"Does it have to rhyme? Hopefully that's not a rule ... no, I don't think this is good enough." Sighed Oliver as he picked up the paper, folded it up and then put it in his pocket.


(Airplane Confessional: Poetry is the worst part of English class.)

Oliver: I like to think I'm intelligent, but poetry is not my forte. This might be harder than I thought…


At that moment there was a sound of chirping; Oliver turned and saw that Karrie's pet bird Frightful had woken up. Oliver walked over to the baby eagle chick and smiled.

"Here's hoping you cure Karrie of her phobia." Said Oliver hopefully.

"I hope so too." Said Karrie as she walked up. "And if not, hopefully I'll still be able to take good care of her."

"Facing fear is never easy, but you're not alone." Assured Oliver.

"Thank you." Smiled Karrie. "So, today is the day you make Molly fall for you; remember, write her a poem and just be a good friend; Molly likes nice boys."

"Does she like smart boys? If she does then I might have a chance." Mused Oliver.

"Not to mention you two are friends already." Added Karrie. "Anyway, I think I have to give frightful her breakfast … hopefully she won't bite my fingers off."

"She's just a little chick; her beak can't do you any harm even if she tried." Assured Oliver. "What are you going to feed her?"

"Birdseed; there was a fresh supply of it in the Cargo Hold." Stated Karrie as she took out a small dish and a packet of seed; she filled the bowl up and put it next to Frightful who began to peck at it. "... I have to admit, she's a cute little bird."

"Baby animals generally are." Agreed Oliver. "Humans tend to like cute things for some reason; maybe cuteness just has an appeal."

"Robbie sometimes called me cute." Recalled Karrie. "He thought my eyes were cute ... I still miss him."

"Are you coping without him?" Asked Oliver.

"I'm fine, but I do miss his jokes; he really put a smile on my face ... and he gave me such lovely hugs. But I'm gonna win this game for him ... or at least try my best." Stated Karrie. "We have our alliance with Molly, so hopefully we won't be going anywhere for a while."

"I hope you're right; two million dollars is a life changing amount of money." Agreed Oliver. "Well, I'll see you at breakfast, I'm gonna go and take my insulin. I've just got to get some from the cargo hold."

"Take care." Nodded Karrie as Oliver left.

Once Oliver was gone Karrie looked back at Frightful.

"I may be slightly scared of you … but not as much as I am with other birds." Smiled Karrie.

As Karrie gazed at Frightful two of the first class bedrooms opened and Terrence and Molly walked out.

"Good morning Karrie." Greeted Terrence. "Sleep well?"

"Very." Nodded Karrie. "I was just giving Frightful her breakfast."

"You know, since Frightful is technically your daughter … that makes Robbie the father. And here I was thinking you were too young to have kids." Chuckled Terrence.

Karrie looked embarrassed but managed to smile.

"You're never too young to adopt." Said Karrie to play along.

"Hey Karrie, can I stroke Frightful?" Requested Molly.

Karrie nodded.

"Thanks." Smiled Molly as she gently began to stroke Frightful on her head with her index finger. "I love animals; God sure did have a lot of creativity when making everything, especially with sea life and animals exclusive to Africa. It's kind of a shame that in order for the world to maintain balance one animal must eat another; if I created a lot of animals then they'd all be herbivores … then again, vegetation may run low … gee, nature is confusing and conflicting."

"What's your favourite animal?" Asked Karrie. "Oh wait, you can't hear me … err."

Karrie began trying to make hand motions to Molly in an attempt to communicate but Molly didn't seem to understand.

"What are you trying to say? That's not sign language." Stated Molly.

Terrence took out a notebook and a pencil; he then wrote something in it and passed the page to Molly.

"Oh, what's my favourite animal? That's an easy one, Peacocks." Said Molly. "If I wasn't deaf we could probably communicate much easier; I've heard that a hard whack to the head might cure it, but I wouldn't want to risk harming myself for something that isn't guaranteed to work."

"Maybe they'll be a cure for deafness someday." Said Karrie hopefully. "Hey Terrence, if Karrie's deafness was to go away … know any good songs we could let her listen to?"

"I've got quite a number of songs on my IPod … though admittedly some of them are marching beats for when I drill." Admitted Terrence. "Personally I think she'd like Take That or Queen … maybe she'd like Christian rock? Still, I doubt that deafness can be cured … hang on…"

Terrence quickly wrote out another note and passed it to Molly.

"Hearing aids? Yeah, you'd think they would help … but they don't; I simply cannot hear anything. It's not so bad really, though it can make some things harder; I always get an F at music class. To be honest I'm not sure why I even have to go to that class." Pondered Molly. "Eh, teachers are strange creatures. So, are you guys coming to breakfast? They might have shreddies. Perhaps I could ask God to help us out today, but he's a busy guy so it might not work."

Karrie nodded and Molly turned to head off for breakfast.

"Are you coming Terrence?" Asked Karrie.

"I'll be there shortly; I just want to talk to Pablo and Ling about something." Stated Terrence. I'll catch up; you go and enjoy your breakfast."

"Ok then, see you later." Nodded Karrie.

Terrence saluted and Karrie did so in return before she turned to leave. After she left Terrence turned to Frightful and gently petted her with care.

"I aspire to be a soldier … but if ever I get honourably discharged due to injury, maybe I could work with animals." Mused Terrence. "I'd probably be vegetarian if bacon didn't taste so good."


(Airplane Confessional: An animal loving solider? Well, pigeons DID save lives in World War 2.)

Molly: It's been seventeen days since this contest began, and I've been having a great time. I've always been a bit of a 'bubble girl' so it's nice to be able to have fun and be wild; these new experiences are so much fun! But … Oliver likes me and I'm not sure how to take this; I care about him, but I'm still uncertain. If I could hear his voice, or indeed the voices of any of my friends, it would be nice…

Karrie: I have to admit … I'm starting to feel a little bit homesick … maybe more than a little bit. I've never been away from my family for this long before; it feels so … odd. I have my friends by my side, but I still miss my mum and dad. Well, Terrence is watching out for me and helping me raise Frightful, so I'm not truly alone. And Robbie, if you're watching then don't worry, you're the only boy for me. (Karrie blows a kiss).

Terrence: You know, I've sort of come to see Molly as a little sister figure; I myself am an only child, but I think my big brother instinct is still there. And now I'll have to help out Karrie … but that's fine by me because a soldier's duty is to protect and serve. And currently I have to protect and serve Pablo and Ling; they don't know about the opposing alliance, so I should tell them while I have a chance.


Terrence patiently waited for a few minutes for Ling and Pablo to wake up; he occupied himself by petting Frightful and humming a tune. After a minute or two Ling and Pablo walked out of their respective bedrooms.

"Good morning Ling." Greeted Pablo. "Sleep well?"

"Very." Nodded Ling. "Yesterday was nice and easy, exactly what I've needed for a while. But I can't take things easy forever; father wants me to work hard."

"I agree; it's the same with my dad." Agreed Terrence.

"Oh, good morning Terrence, I didn't see you there." Greeted Ling. "Where are the others?"

"Oliver was gone when I got out of my room and Molly and Karrie left for breakfast a few minutes ago." Stated Terrence. "I was just watching over Frightful while I waited for you two. Speaking of 'you two', are you guys a couple yet? Personally I see no reason to hold off on becoming official, you guys already have a strong bond."

"Ling wants to take things slow and I respect that choice; I'll be ready when she's ready." Replied Pablo. "My parents raised me to be a gentleman and respectful lot girls. Seriously hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, my father made sure I knew that before coming here."

"I'd say he's right, we girls can get temperamental." Nodded Ling.

"I suppose slow and steady wins the race." Mused Terrence. "But UI warn you, you might want to get together and spend as much time together as you can because I have some … tense news for you."

"What is it?" Asked Pablo.

"Molly, Karrie and Oliver have formed an alliance; thus they will vote for one of us the next time we lose." Said Terrence with a sigh. "It's not good for us … especially you two."

"But they might vote for you." Pointed out Ling.

"Possible … but I'm the strongest member of the team, so I might be kept for a while longer. You two might get the votes … and I don't want to see such a lovely couple-to-be get separated. So, I propose we form our own military unit. I'll be the Sergeant and you two can be the privates, but with hard work you could become Lieutenants. What do you say? Care to join me?"

"Count me in." Nodded Pablo. "If it'll keep us in the game then I'm all for it."

"I'll join too." Said Ling calmly. "But if we eliminate one of the others we should just go back to being a normal team; a team division wouldn't be very kind."

Ling then noticed Frightful who was watching her with beady eyes. Ling instantly switched moods.

"Awww! You are such a cutshey wootshie wittle birdie!" Cooed Ling while started to gently stroke Frightful. "You're so cute, yes you are!"

"That's adorable … both the bird and Ling." Chuckled Pablo.

Ling seemed to realise what she was doing and quickly composed herself.

"Moving on from that, shall we go and get breakfast?" Requested Ling.

"That'd be a good idea." Agreed Pablo. "By the way, I've thought of a strategic idea I'd like to talk to you about over breakfast; the others should hear it as well."

"Very well then; troops, move out!" Exclaimed Terrence as he marched out of First Class with Pablo and Ling following him.


(Airplane Confessional: How long will this alliance last?)

Terrence: Would it be a bit much to call Pablo and Ling my army? It probably would be since an army has thousands of troops and I have only two. But this could work; I've actually got friends in both alliances. But I won't vote for Karrie, she needs to take care of Frightful. Never thought I'd take an animal into account when thinking about votes.

Pablo: I think Ling has a soft spot for animals. I should ask Ted how he and Suki bond; perhaps it'll help me … I don't want to blow this. I have to admit … I've never really failed at anything before due to my financial standing … the idea of failure actually really scares me. I don't want to fail my team, but I really don't want to fail Ling; would she still like me if I failed her? … I might be over thinking things, but who knows…

Ling: Frightful is such a cute bird! I try and be stoic and calm, but I do get giggly around really cute things. And I've been thinking … my hair has been growing longer since the start of the competition. See, it grows fast and I get regular haircuts to keep it short … but I think I'd like to have a ponytail; it'd look good on me. Hold on a moment. (Ling takes out a hair bobble and puts it in her hair and makes a ponytail). How do I look?


(Second Class)


Benjamin, Tony and Winter were in one of the bedrooms of Second Class; Tony and Winter were sitting next to each other on the bed while Benjamin was pacing before them.

"We're doing pretty good guys; we haven't lost in the last six rounds; if we can keep up our winning streak just a little while longer we can finally pull ahead of the others. Personally I see nothing wrong with sabotaging the other teams; Chris certainly wouldn't mind." Mused Benjamin.

"I'd rather not do that." Frowned Winter. "It's cheating."

"Benjy has a good reason though." Stated Tony.

"What's the reason?" Asked Winter.

Tony was silent as Benjamin frowned.

"I can't tell you." Mumbled Tony.

"Why not?" Asked Winter curiously.

"It's not important." Said Benjamin quickly. "Let's just say I have a mission and leave it at that."

"Ok then, I won't pry." Nodded Winter. "So … why exactly do you strategize so much? This contest isn't all about strategy."

"It comes from playing table top Warhammer, that game requires strategy. I've also watched survivor before and I've noticed that most winners have had a strategy that got them to the end … that or they took a goat to the finals."

"What's a goat?" Blinked Tony. "Do you mean the animal with the horns?"

"No; it's a term used for an unlikable, annoying or just plain horrid person taken to the finals because they'd be easy to beat. Thing is, in Total Drama victory is determined by challenges, not by getting voted as the winner." Explained Benjamin. "But I do have some other plans in mind that would benefit all of us. I'm the leader and so I have to lead you all towards victory."

"Can you tell us what your plans are?" Asked Winter.

"They're on a need to know basis." Stated Benjamin. "Anyway, I'll take my leave now; I think you have another tutoring session right?"

"Indeed; I was going to give Tony some tutoring with math." Nodded Winter. "But you don't have to go."

"It's fine, I think you'd appreciate the alone time." Said Benjamin knowingly as he left the room.

After Benjamin was gone Winter turned towards Tony.

"Does Benjamin strategize often?" Asked Winter.

"Uh huh! He's really smart and always thinks of new game moves; he promised that he'll take me to the finals." Nodded Tony. "He's a really cool guy, even if he sometimes uses words I don't understand. He said something about inflicting a 'pagonging' on the other teams come the merge."

"Pagonging?" Blinked Winter in confusion. "I've never heard of that word before, I should ask Benjamin about it. Tony … are you sure Benjamin will keep his word? People do sometimes lie in competitions with cash prizes."

"Don't you trust him?" Asked Tony.

"Oh, I do … it's just that I kinda see it as my sort of duty to look out for you. Early on in the contest you kinda annoyed me a little bit … but you've grown on me so much and I don't want anything bad to happen to you." Admitted Winter.

"Do you mean you see me as a brother of some kind?" Asked Tony.

"Sort of … and a bit more." Admitted Winter shyly.

Tony was silent for a moment before smiling.

"Oh! You see me as a twin brother! That's so nice of you!" Smiled Tony as he gave Winter a hug. "But … can twins be black and white?"

"It's possible, but very rare." Stated Winter while very much enjoying the hug. "So, shall we start on the math tutoring?"

"Ok." Nodded Tony. "By the way, you know you have two babysitters? Well, in that picture they seemed to be holding hands … are they good friends?"

"Well … they're actually lesbians." Said Winter.

"… What's a lesbian?" Blinked Tony. "Is it some kind of religion?"

"Not quite. It means someone who a girl and is romantically attracted to other girls, and not boys." Explained Winter. "People tend to pick on people who are gay, bi or lesbian; I know from experience … by which I mean I have lesbian family members who I am close to, not that I'm a lesbian. I assure you that I like boys … one in particular."

"Does he know you like him?" Asked Tony.

"No, but hopefully I can pluck up the courage to tell him soon enough." Blushed Winter. "On a completely unrelated note, what sorts of girls do you like?"

"Hmm … well, I like girls who are nice, funny, smart and cute … kinda like you I think." Admitted Tony. "Why do you ask? Are you trying to set me up?"

"Well…" Trailed off Winter. "Oh look at the time; we'd better get this lesson started."


(Airplane Confessional: If Tony cannot see Winter's affection then he truly failed a spot check.)

Benjamin: Tony and Winter are definitely getting close; if they get together then the only people on the team not in a relationship will be myself and Bea. But … I don't want to vote off Bea; not only is she a potential ally, but I find her Tourette Syndrome to be quite interesting … maybe I could help her open up about it? … Yes, I am aware of her condition; I'm surprised that nobody else has figured it out yet; then again, reading those medical books at the hospital might have had something to do with it.

Winter: Man, I nearly slipped up there … this is why I could do with better social skills instead of being an antisocial loner bookworm. Maybe I should tell the others about my parents … then again, what if they don't understand it or, worse still, be disgusted? But mother and mama raised me to not keep secrets … what do I do?

Tony: People at school said I'd be an early boot, I sure proved them wrong! I may not be brainy or brawny or big … but I'm nice and I have a smile on my face! Yay!


Benjamin was now sitting in an armchair watching the TV; he was flipping through the channels looking for something to watch. The problem was that Benjamin had very selective tastes on what TV shows he would watch and not many of the shows were catching his interest.

"It'd be nice to take a break from strategy and just relax … if I could actually find something worth watching. Most of these shows are stupid; I mean, who would want to watch something as stupid as Bananas in Pyjamas? The rhyme is ok but it's just … dumb." Muttered Benjamin.

As Benjamin continued flipping through the channels Ted excited his room; he put on his headband and noticed Benjamin.

"Morning Benjamin." Greeted Ted. "How's it going? Ready to start the day and do some really badass things in macho ways?"

"If I have to; I'll do what I need to do to win, but I hardly care for being a 'badass' or 'macho'; I'm just fine with being cynical." Said Benjamin calmly.

"What's not to like about being super badass and cool? My brother says it's the best thing ever!" Exclaimed Ted while fist pumping for emphasis.

"… I take it that your brother has something to do with you wanting to be a badass? What exactly does he tell you?" Inquired Benjamin.

"He says that to be macho, manly and badass you need to be strong and sporty, but also tough and uncaring about emotional things and never show weakness. He said that that if I want to be respected I need to always be awesome and keep outdoing what I did previously since if I stop being cool I'll be … weak and a sissy." Admitted Ted.

"That's nonsense." Stated Benjamin. "Who are you being badass for? Yourself or your brother? Have you ever considered your own feelings on this matter? Having a 'macho complex' isn't healthy; you might put yourself at risk. Suki likes you just how you are; before others accept you … you have to accept yourself. There are way more important things in life than being 'cool'."

"Well, I just want to be something special." Admitted Ted. "I don't want to be forgotten about … I want to be everything that Suki deserves! I won't stop until I'm perfect."

"… Suit yourself." Sighed Benjamin. "Just don't get yourself into any trouble. I have enough difficulty keeping Tony out of trouble."

"I'll be fine; I know how to take care of myself." Assured Ted.

"Most people don't learn how to take care of themselves until they are about thirty." Stated Benjamin.

"I guess I'm ahead of the crowd then … just how I like it." Grinned Ted. "Say, why do you wear that hat all the time? I've never seen you without it."

"It's special to me." Stated Benjamin. "My grandparents made it for me and when it ripped one time my mother fixed it and wrote a message inside it."

"Can I see the message?" Asked Ted.

"No." Stated Benjamin.

"Ok then; see you at breakfast." Nodded Ted. "And try to take a break from strategy and over thinking things; my big bro says it's best to just go with the flow and act natural; it impresses the girls to react quickly without prior planning."

With enough being said Ted left Second Class and Benjamin returned to flipping through the channels.

"My team are really great people, but I have to vote them out if I want to win … I wish it didn't have to be this way." Sighed Benjamin.


(Airplane Confessional: Ted might look up to his brother a bit too much.)

Ted: My big bro is my BBBBF … that means Big Brother Best Buddy Forever. When I was younger I was like his shadow … I hope he approves of Suki; it isn't easy to impress him, but if I do it'll mean a lot. If he leads then I follow. He was even the one who convinced me to try out for my school's soccer team of which I am now the captain.

Benjamin: (He sighs). I may look emotionless … but I just put that on because I don't want to get too close to the others. I feel bad every time I vote out a friend, but between friendship and my mother's life I know what I want. In my audition tape I bragged about how I backstab friends all the time and that I'm mean and rude … it was a lie; I just did that to get into the show since I was wise enough to know that Chris likes villains. I have to wonder … am I an anti-hero? Or an anti-villain? No … I'm just a boy trying to save his mum. … Sixteen of the others down, twenty three to go … I can do this.


Bea and Suki were in one of the bedrooms; the door was locked and they were talking to each other about Bea's condition.

"I've been thinking of ways that you might be able to control your tics, and I think I might have an idea or two that could work." Said Suki hopefully. "Have you ever tried meditation? Or maybe medication?"

"Meditation sounds like a good idea." Agreed Bea. "Could #bleep# you teach me how to do it after the challenge?"

"Of course." Nodded Suki. "What are your thoughts on the medication?"

"I don't really like the idea of #bleep# taking pills … I'm kinda scared of hospitals." Admitted Bea. "They just creep me out … all the sick #bleep# people in beds, the long corridors, the white walls, the #bleep# silence … it just makes me uncomfortable. And the pills themselves, it just doesn't sit right #bleep# with me, they might go wrong."

"I can understand all that, it's a common fear." Nodded Suki. "Sadly I don't have the correct pills to help, but I could give you some calming pills that might stop you getting stressed; does Sertraline sound ok?"

"… Are you allowed to give me #bleep# pills? It sounds … controversial." Admitted Bea.

"I was given permission to bring medical supplies onto the show, but I can't force them on anyone." Said Suki. "If you don't want them I won't make you take them."

"… I think that meditation sounds like #bleep# the best idea." Decided Bea.

"Very well then, I'll try and teach it to you tonight, but maybe Ling could as well." Pondered Suki.

"Sounds good … as long as she #bleep# doesn't read my chi." Nodded Bea. "By the way, how are things going with #bleep# you and Ted? You're so cute together!"

"It's all good so far." Giggled Suki. "Every time we kiss it feels like fireworks are going off in my heart!"

"I wonder what it's like to #bleep# kiss a boy." Pondered Bea. "Maybe I could #bleep# start a kissing booth?"

"It's really nice and sweet … and sure, you could start one if you like, but don't ask Ted ok?" Requested Suki.

"Wasn't planning on #bleep'# it; I wouldn't want to come between you two." Assured Suki. "You know, you should think about telling the rest of our team about your condition. I mean, it's very common in fiction' somebody has a secret; they think they will be hated if it gets out … but everyone is fine with it when they are told. It's happened before."

"But that's fiction; this is real #bleep# life." Replied Bea. "I do want to tell them, but I'm just not sure how. … I just need a #bleep# bit more time. I mean, don't you have a secret you don't want #bleep# getting out?"

Suki blushed.

"What's your secret?" Asked Bea with a grin.

"… I really like getting my tummy tickled." Admitted Suki. "It's just a bit embarrassing to admit; people may think it's a weird and crazy thing to like … oh, I see what you're doing."

"What am I doing?" Asked Bea with a smile.

"You're showing me that I don't want my secret getting out, just like you don't want yours getting out." Said Suki in realisation.

"Exactly … granted yours isn't the same #bleep# thing as mine, but yeah, that's it. I bet everyone in this #bleep# show has a secret, I'm not the only one." Said Bea.

"You make an excellent point." Agreed Suki. "So, shall we go and get breakfast?"

"Sure; I feel hungry." Nodded Bea.


(Airplane Confessional: The 'tickle manticore' might make an appearance soon to tickle Suki's tummy!)

Suki: I've always been the type of girl who likes getting tickled; my sisters often do it to me as 'punishment' if I tease them about something. I sure do have a wonderful family; I bet they miss me … and I miss them. (Suki thinks for a moment). Meditation isn't too hard to teach, it's quite a good calming technique for patients who get stressed easily, so maybe it'll help Bea.

Bea: I'm hoping I'll be brave enough to #bleep# tell the others about my condition soon. It'll be hard, but I'll do it … #bleep# eventually. It'll be easier than coming out of the #bleep# closet or something like that. I have to wonder who will be voted off the next time my team #bleep# loses … will it be me? Hope not…


(Third Class)


The Rotten Roaches were sleeping in third class; Amy and Gareth were snuggling while Jarvis was sitting back against the wall with his hands in his pockets and a blanket drawn over him as Pandora lay her head on his lap. Lars was snoring in a rather light sleep and Jethro was starting to wake up.

"Mmrrr." Mumbled Jethro as he yawned and woke up. "These mats are not great for sleeping on; I'd much prefer a mattress of some kind. Hopefully we won't lose today; I want to sleep in a bed."

Jethro straightened out his jacket and got to his feet; he saw that his team mates were sleeping and took note of how close Amy and Gareth were as well as the similar closeness of Jarvis and Pandora.

"If I don't eliminate one of them soon then they might come after me … nothing hypnotism can't solve." Mused Jethro. "Too bad I can't put mind parasites in them to make them obey me like the Las Plagas I Resident Evil 4."

Jethro walked over to Lars and shook him to get him to wake up. Lars opened his eyes and looked up at Jethro.

"Urgh … what?" Frowned Lars. "Yet again you interrupted a nice dream of mine … is this your new 'thing' … taking away my right to pleasant dreams. I thought working with you would help me out in the game, but you've not done much for me; I've been doing all the work."

"I just woke you up because we need to talk before the others wake up." Stated Jethro. "Also, I've been doing a lot of work behind the scenes; just because I'm not obvious about it like you doesn't mean that I do nothing … and speaking of nothing, you would be nothing without me."

"Oh really? Then how come I'm in such a good spot? I'm the strongest on the team, I have somebody else in my debt, I've made people think I'm dumber than I actually am and … well, something else." Chuckled Lars while thinking. "And I have dirt on you."

"Who's in your debt, and what's the other thing?" Demanded Jethro.

"Not telling; I've got to hold my cards sometimes … I'm playing for my victory, not for your victory." Stated Lars. "And can you stop talking strategy all the frickin time? It's getting old."

"It's important to be prepared for getting to the next round." Stated Jethro.

"There's being a strategist and then there is being religiously strategic to the point of Pepe le Shit level obsession … oh, that skunk was my least favourite Looney Tune, he was pretty much a stalking molester in my opinion." Said Lars with a laugh. "Honestly, you strategize like it's your religion … it's both funny and sad."

"I'm not that strategic." Frowned Jethro.

"Maybe not, but you are kinda boring and a blank slate." Sneered Lars. "I've known you for seventeen days … and the only thing I know about you, other than your poor taste in haircuts, is that you're a hypnotist. Other than that you're a complete stranger. But I've opened up to you a bit; you know I like shooter video games, you know that I have had many step dads … you even know about the state my real dad is in which barely anyone knows about. Seriously, you're like beige paint without the smell or lumps … totally boring. I mean, you're the 'main villain' yet still the most forgettable contestant."

Jethro looked like he had been hit with a sledgehammer and then snarled.

"How's you like it if I hypnotised you to hacksaw your dick off?" Growled Jethro. "My personal life is irrelevant in this game. But you want to know some stuff? Ok then, I'll tell you some stuff! I'm good at wrestling, my parents are joint owners of their own corporation that makes various high tech inventions, I have a deceased twin, I like space movies and I have a thing for girl's panties! That enough info for you?"

Lars was silent; either he was shocked Jethro had talked about something other than strategy, or maybe it was the surprise that came with Jethro's rant not waking any of the others.

"Did I press your berserk button?" Asked Lars. "And you have a deceased twin?" How did he or she die?"

"As I said, irrelevant." Stated Jethro. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and take a shower."

"… See you at breakfast." Shrugged Lars.

Jethro and Lars left Third Class but quickly split up and went in opposite directions.


(Airplane Confessional: Was Jethro the evil twin by any chance?)

Lars: I guess I should be thankful that I actually have an ally … but what I should be is not what I must be. I wonder how Jethro's twin died … eh, guess I'll never know. I guess Jethro isn't such a blank slate … but he's still a dry canvas if you get my drift.

Jethro: (He absentmindedly traces his hand along his left hip). My personal life is irrelevant; I'm not here to make friend, I'm here to get a ton of money and maybe ogle at the girls. How dare he say I'm boring! Chris likes villains and those who make drama and keep things interesting; it's because of me that the show has turned out the way it has! Maybe I should find another ally … but my team mates are Lars, a loving couple and two kids who should just swap spit already! … I got jipped…


A few minutes after Jethro and Lars had left the rest of the Rotten Roaches started to wake up. Amy and Gareth were the first to wake up and Amy pecked Gareth on the cheek as a way of saying good morning.

"Good morning Gareth." Smiled Amy. "Sleep well?"

"As always." Nodded Gareth. "Normally I don't sleep that well due to my … less than savoury living conditions. It's odd, but being in a show ran by Chris Maclean is actually an improvement over my normal standard of living."

"Personally I think this Jumbo Jet could do with a bit of renovation." Frowned Amy while glancing around. "It's cold, dirty, smells a bit and there are bugs running around ... no offense to your bug friends, but I just do not like dirt and germs."

"What's wrong with being dirty?" Asked Gareth. "It doesn't hurt."

"I know ... but I just prefer to be clean. You could even say I have a bit of a fear of getting dirty; if you live a lifestyle like mine you tend to develop a value for cleanliness." Explained Amy. "To be perfectly honest ... I'm not much of an outdoors person; I generally stay inside ... the most outdoor experience I get is the mansion's hedge maze that I know like the back of my hand."

"I'm the opposite; I spend most of my time outside. We sure are very different ... but maybe that's why we make such a good couple. Too many differences and your loved one is a stranger ... but not enough differences and it's like dating yourself." Mused Gareth. "What do you think?"

"I think that you're smart and handsome." Smiled Amy. "Boy, you've really changed me for the better. Hmm, looks like Jethro and Lars have already left for breakfast ... and look; Jarvis and Pandora look so cute! It's like prince charming and a pure maiden like in those fairytales Cadvis used to read to me when I was little."

At that moment Jarvis yawned as he woke up; after rubbing his eyes he noticed Pandora was resting her head on his lap and smiled as he gently stroked her hair to which she let out a quiet murmur in her slumber.

"Such a sweet girl." Said Jarvis with affection.

"You totally like her!" Giggled Amy.

"Oh, good morning Amy, you too Gareth." Greeted Jarvis with a nervous blush. "Sleep well?"

"We did ... and you certainly did." Chuckled Gareth. "How did this happen?"

"I don't know." Admitted Jarvis. "Last night she was at the other side of the room ... and now she's here ... not that I'm complaining."

"You know, you two should go out." Suggested Amy. "It's clear Pandora likes you, and you like her, so why not, right?"

"I don't know ... am I good enough for her?" Asked Jarvis.

"Why would you say that?" Asked Gareth.

"Well ... I just ... am; I really that special or interesting enough to be with Pandora?" Asked Jarvis.

"Do you have self esteem issues?" Asked Amy gently.

"Not exactly, just ... eh, it's hard to explain. Maybe another time." Said Jarvis as he carefully got to his feet and lay Pandora down so as to not disturb her. "Let's go and get breakfast."

Jarvis took his leave from Third Class as Amy noticed that Jarvis had left his hat behind.

"Maybe I should give Jarvis his hat." Said Amy.

"No need; he'll come and get it when he realises it's not on his head." Stated Gareth.

With enough being said Amy and Gareth left to get breakfast while Pandora continued to sleep.


(Airplane Confessional: Such a deep sleeper.)

Amy: If Jarvis thinks his girl whispering skills are lacking then maybe I could help him; I could be his wing man ... or should it be wing woman?

Gareth: I wonder what was bothering Jarvis? ... I suppose that it's not my business. On another note, it is day seventeen and I'm doing pretty well in the contest; this is kinda like my first vacation if that makes sense. Even so, sometimes I wish I could make Lars into bug food ... but I try to not get angry.

Jarvis: What is my problem you ask? Well ... am I special? Yeah, I do have psychic powers ... but I mean beyond that. Am I special for anything other than being psychic? I don't want my life to be defined by my powers, but am I known for anything else? Sorry if it's annoying to talk about this, but I do get a little worked up over this every now and then.


It wasn't very long before Pandora yawned as she woke up. She sat up, looked around and quickly noticed that her team mates were already gone.

"I must have overslept." Noted Pandora. "Looks like Jarvis is gone too ... I hope he didn't mind me cuddled against him, but it did help me get to sleep..."

Pandora then noticed Jarvis's hat lying on the floor. She picked it up and smiled as she put it on.

"Nice hat." Mused Pandora. "It'd be nice to have a mirror; I bet I look cute in this."

"You know what they say; assuming makes a retard out of anyone, especially you." Sneered Bedlam.

"Leave me alone please." Mumbled Pandora.

"Why would I do that? I can't have you being happy; my womb was your misery and I must keep you sad so I can stick around." Cackled Bedlam. "I know everything about you ... mostly because I'm just part of your imagination, and boy, you've been a bad nasty girl!"

"What do you mean ... in fact, no! I don't want to listen to anything you have to say!" Said Pandora while trying to be brave. "And I'm not bad or nasty..."

"Oh really? If you're so 'nice' then why have you been thinking about Jarvis not wearing a shirt? Looks like you're in love ... how pathetic! Hehehehehe!"Laughed Bedlam."How could anyone love something like you?"

"I'm better than you think I am." Said Pandora weakly.

"Are you really? If you're so great then why did you kill your mother? A murderer at just five minutes old and you not only robbed your father of his wife, but your grandparents of their daughter. You're a bad girl ... but keep trying to win Jarvis's affection, it amuses me ... but it'll never happen!"

"Shut up!" Yelled Pandora with a cracking voice.

"What did I do?" Asked Jarvis as he walked into Third Class. "I didn't say anything."

"I wasn't talking to you." Assured Pandora.

Jarvis glanced around and saw nobody else.

"Then who were you talking to?" Inquired Jarvis.

"... Nobody." Mumbled Pandora. As she passed Jarvis his hat. "Here's your hat."

"Thanks." Said Jarvis as he put his hat on his head. "So ... why were you arguing with yourself?"

"I couldn't even begin to explain." Sighed Pandora. "Like I've said before, I have issues."

"I see." Pondered Jarvis. "By the way, you looked really cute with my hat on."

"You're just saying that." Blushed Pandora shyly.

"But I mean it, you are cute. You know, it's kinda embarrassing to admit, but I do kinda have a thing for Asian and Caucasian girls ... and you're the best of both and you're a really nice person." Flirted Jarvis. "Maybe we could sit next to each other at breakfast?"

"Don't we always?" Giggled Pandora.

"Oh yeah." Realised Jarvis, before adding. "Well, you can sit on my lap if you want."

"Err..." Blushed Pandora with a shy giggle. "Maybe we could just sit next to each other like always."


(Airplane Confessionals: Love can be funny when both involved are naturally shy.)

Pandora: I think Jarvis was flirting with me ... no, I know he was ... what am I supposed to do? Oooo, I should have got daddy to tell me how to woo a boy before leaving for the show. But progress is progress.

Jarvis: Pandora looked like she was yelling at something that wasn't there ... but I don't think she was arguing with herself; the emotion looked too real ... who could get tears in their eyes after a self argument? Hopefully she'll be alright.


(Squalid Class)


In Squalid Class some of the snails were awake and others were asleep. Currently Ramona, Megan and Craig were sleeping while Emily, Vinsun and Edgar were awake. Emily and Vinsun were sitting next to each other at one side of Squalid Class while Edgar was sitting away from them with a scowl on his face and a bandage around his head due to the force Vinsun had punched him with the previous day.

"You know what my favourite thing about Edgar is?" Asked Emily to Vinsun.

"... You like something about him?" Blinked Vinsun.

"Yep ... the funny frowny faces he makes when he knows he's done for." Giggled Emily. "Hey Eggy! How does it feel knowing you have no allies, no chance at the money and a certain chance of free falling by the end of the day?"

Edgar scowled silently for a moment before he spoke.

"... We won't lose." Hissed Edgar. "You don't know that the challenge won't play to our strengths."

"I think that Emily means she's gonna throw the challenge ... and I'm gonna as well. I think all of the team will, and forgive me if I'm wrong ... but I don't think you can win a challenge by yourself; pigs can't run faster than cheetahs or match the strength of a bull."

"Shut up." Frowned Edgar.

"Feel free to compete, we won't stop you ... it'll be good exercise, something you really need." Chuckled Emily.

"You have to admit you had this coming Edgar ... but I warn you now, we're not finished getting back at you." Added Vinsun. "You basically tortured us ... now the gloves on the other hand."

"The phrase is that the show is on the other foot." Corrected Emily.

"That too." Nodded Vinsun.

Edgar didn't respond and just scowled.

"He's really working that UTRN1 edit." Sniggered Emily.

"... What does that mean?" Blinked Vinsun.

"It's nothing important." Assured Emily. "You know, if I win I think I'll give a chunk of the prize to Bonnie; she deserves it. Without her we'd still be servants of The Pig King ... or is it the Pig Peasant?"

"She's a great girl." Agreed Vinsun. "I may not love her like a lover ... but I love her like a wonderful friend."

"Same here." Nodded Emily. "And Vinsun ... sorry I couldn't help you out too much with your problems."

"You did help me out; you gave me comfort and affection when I needed it most, and for that I'm very grateful." Assured Vinsun. "Sorry that you had to get kissed by that bloated blob."

"It's ok ... but I'd have infinitely preferred to have my first kiss with you." Smiled Emily. "But I won't force you into anything; some things aren't meant to be ... like Edgar's victory!"

"Oh shut up!" Growled Edgar with a rather angry and frustrated expression.

"That's a creepy expression.

Emily thought for a moment before gaining an idea.

"G'day mates, today we're gonna examine the Fat-Ass-Asaurus, one of nature's most elusive and ugly creatures. Listen to him roar!" Said Emily dramatically in an imitation of the crocodile hunter.

"Grr..." Growled Edgar.

"Ok, that was more of a growl. This species is known for its smelly glands, excess sweat, excessive grazing habits and a mass of inactivity. It is Diurnal; but even during the day it prefers to sleep. Fat-Ass-Asauruses mate for life, but they don't use a mating dance or mating call ... they just sit by and hope somebody will take pity on them. They are indeed a result of poor evolution and natural selection taking a day off. This is the Jr Crocodile Hunter saying approach it at your own risk." Finished Emily dramatically.

Edgar snarled as he got to his feet and silently left Squalid Class. After he left Emily and Vinsun glanced at each other.

"It's the beginning of a new day … and the end of an era." Noted Vinsun. "I couldn't have made it this far without you Emily; if not for you I'd have broken down days ago."

Emily smiled and gave Vinsun a tight hug.

"My pleasure." Assured Emily. "Anyway, I'll see you at breakfast; I'll save you a seat."

Emily got to her feet and left Squalid Class with a smile on her face; Vinsun watched her go with a smile.

"I guess it's true, there are plenty of fish in the sea." Mused Vinsun.


(Airplane Confessional: Over a billion in fact.)

Edgar: My power is gone … my sweets are gone … my master plan is in ruins … this isn't fair

Emily: Things are looking up now; now only does Edgar have no power over us, but me and Vinsun are closer than ever. Still, I need to think of a good game plan; I've been the victim for the past few days, I'd rather do something with myself to get through the rounds. Too bad our team is so small and we all know each other well.

Vinsun: I've come to accept that me and Ramona won't be together … but now I'm starting to feel attracted to Emily; she's been a huge support pillar for me and I come to care about her a mighty lot. But … how do I court her? Pop never told me about that sort of thing and I don't want to blow it … maybe Craig might know?


Vinsun sat in thought for a few moments before he made his decision; he moved over towards Craig and shook him a little.

"No mum, I don't want to try on Grace's dress." Mumbled Craig before seeing where he was. "Oh, good morning Vinsun."

"… You wear dresses?" Blinked Vinsun.

"… I've done some things I'd rather forget; I have been known to dress in my sisters cloths to get in touch with my feminine side, but that's not important." Said Craig to close the topic shut. "Need something?"

"Yes I do; you're pretty close with Ramona … and you know a lot about girls … do you think you could teach me how to be a ladies man?" Requested Vinsun.

"I dreamt of the way where I would tutor somebody on girls." Said Craig as though Christmas had come early. "Sure, I'll teach you everything! But, why do you want to know?"

"Well… let's just say that I've moved on from Ramona." Blushed Vinsun.

"So, you've got the hots for Emily huh? Good man! Ok; I'll teach you all the things I know about girls, but I won't be able to teach you all the time … so here's a book that will help you out." Grinned Craig as he took a book out of his pocket and passed it to Vinsun. "My dad used it to woo my mum."

Vinsun glanced at the book; it showed a young man in a greaser jacket with each arm holding a woman with a heart around them. The book was titled 'How to win your dream girl in seven easy steps' … Vinsun was understandably sceptical.

"Are you sure this will work?" Asked Vinsun.

"Positive." Nodded Craig. "I would never lie about something so important. In fact, I'll give you some eye contact pointers on the way to breakfast if you want."

"Sounds good to me." Nodded Vinsun.

Craig and Vinsun took their leave while Craig began to tell Vinsun how he should never 'let his eyes go south of the equator when standing behind Emily' … Vinsun was embarrassed.


(Airplane Confessional: Is Craig really an expert?)

Craig: There is no way this could go wrong; with my girl whispering skills Vinsun will be at first base with Emily within the hour … that or he'll get her to notice him within the week. Ramona will be proud of me!

Vinsun: (He is reading the book). Step one, be polite and make a good impression; a present never goes amiss … but don't be too obvious, just play it cool. Hmm … maybe this'll be easier than I thought.


A few minutes later Ramona woke up; she kept her eyes closed and reached out to try and find Craig so she could hug him, but she felt nothing. Ramona opened her eyes and saw that the only other person still in Squalid Class was Megan who was still sleeping.

"Looks like everyone else got up early … or did I get up late?" Pondered Ramona. "Oh well, may as well start the day."

Ramona got to her feet and stretched out; after she had finished stretching she glanced over at Megan.

"I should probably wake her up, or she might miss breakfast." Said Ramona as she walked over to Megan and gently shook her. "Hey Megan, it's time to get up."

"Whuh? Oh, good morning Ramona." Greeted Megan as she got to her feet and put her sunglasses on. "Has everybody else already left?"

"Yep, they were gone when I woke up." Nodded Ramona. "It's just me and you left here."

"Good, because I've been wanting to talk to you one on one without any interruptions." Said Megan. "How's your 'romance' with Craig going?"

"Pretty good so far, it's nice." Smiled Ramona. "He can be brash, and a bit of a dummy … but he's really cool and sweet. I really wish you'd make up with him, he's not so bad. I mean, I know you said you haven't had experiences with people like him … but I really get the idea you have a deeper reason for disliking him than Craig irking you."

Ramona couldn't see Megan's eyes due to her shades, but she couldn't help but think that they had become misty for a brief moment.

"Look, I'm just watching out for you." Said Megan calmly. "I know his kind and I don't want you getting hurt. Womanizers are even more dangerous than Slenderman."

"Please don't mention that thing." Mumbled Ramona.

"Ok, sorry. Just keep your wits about you and don't let Craig make you do anything you don't want to. If you need me then let me know, I'll be willing to help." Stated Megan. "I know how to ward off bad boys."

"If you say so." Shrugged Ramona. "Anyway, let's go and get breakfast; if we don't hurry there won't be anything left for us."


(Airplane Confessional: And so everyone has woken up.)

Ramona: What's Megan's problem with Craig? It's my choice who I go out with. Maybe Megan could do with a boyfriend; that might cheer her up. And does she have a reason for hating Craig, or doesn't she? … I really can't tell.

Megan: I remember when I was like Ramona … young and naïve, but I've at least had time to grow up. I was telling the truth when I said I have never had an experience with a pervert … but I do know people who have. It is my mission to keep the young girls safe from people like Craig!


(Airplane Canteen)


The twenty four tweens minus Oliver were eating breakfast as the plane continued flying through the sky; sausage, egg and bacon were on the menu as well as toast and various types of cereal. Currently Pablo was talking to his team mates about a strategy that he had thought up.

"I've been thinking; the cargo hold has a lot of stuff in it, lots of stuff that could help us out in challenges … so why don't we use the cargo in a challenge?" Suggested Pablo. "We might find something down there that could really help us out."

"Good idea Pablo." Nodded Karrie. "Maybe we'll find some birds toys down there."

"It's really nice that you are raising Frightful." Smiled Terrence. "You'll be a great mother."

"She's not my daughter, that's silly." Chuckled Karrie. "Hey Ling, I like what you've done with your hair."

"Thank you; I felt like changing my appearance a little bit. Does it look nice?" Asked Ling.

"Very." Nodded Pablo.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you; we'll be having another karate lesson after the challenge. Same place as every other lesson." Said Ling. "I'll be sure to tell Pandora as well."

"Sounds good." Nodded Pablo.

At that moment Oliver quickly ran up to the group … and he looked quite worried.

"Are you alright Oliver?" Asked Molly in concern.

"Guys, my insulin is gone!" Exclaimed Oliver in panic. "My supply isn't in my suitcase and I've looked everywhere for it; if I don't get my insulin I risk serious harm!"

"Ok, everyone get looking for Oliver's insulin stat!" Ordered Terrence. "Oliver, how long can you last without it?"

"Well, I take one shot in the morning and another before I go to bed … so maybe a few hours before the pain starts to appear." Said Oliver nervously. "I think somebody might have stolen it."

There was a moment of silence before Terrence got onto his teams table.

"ATTENTION! Oliver's insulin has gone missing; whoever stole it … own up now; Oliver risks serious harm if he doesn't take it." Said Terrence firmly.

There was silence; nobody was owning up.

"I bet it was you wasn't it Lars." Frowned Amy.

"Oh sure, blame me for everything." Said Lars in annoyance. "I didn't take it; what would I want with insulin? Oliver has never wronged me and isn't even a threat, so sabotage would be pointless. I swear on my dad's life I didn't do it … but if you keep accusing me I might do something else."

"Ok then, anybody going to own up? Or do we have to do this the hard way?" Frowned Terrence.

However, at that moment the Jumbo Jet's intercom crackled into life.

"Attention passengers, we will soon be landing in our next destination. Today we will be visiting Germany. That is all." Said Chris as he hung up the intercom.


(Airplane Confessional: The case of the stolen insulin begins!)

Oliver: By the time the plane landed we still hadn't found the insulin … this is really bad…

Jethro: Who could have stolen his insulin? Only somebody who hates Oliver or somebody without remorse could do that.

Molly: (She is praying). God, please help Oliver be ok, don't let him get hurt. Amen. … This is terrible; who could do this? I'll be staying extra close to Oliver today.

Lars: I hope we get to try the meaty sausages … but knowing Chris we'll end up going to Auschwitz.

Megan: Who could have done this … as if I didn't already know! If I find out Craig is responsible he'll be dead meat!

Tony: Oh no!

Bea: Germany sounds like a #bleep# nice place; I hear it's doing well #bleep# economically. Maybe we could buy some insulin for Oliver in a shop?


Soon enough the twenty four tweens were gathered in front of a large beer brewery. The smell of beer and alcohol hung about in the air; some tweens liked it, some hated it and others were indifferent. Noah stood by to give sign language translation as Chris began to explain the challenge.

"Ok everyone, welcome to Germany! Home of many good cars, lederhosen, bangers and, most notably, beer. Today's challenge is going to take place in this large beer brewery behind me." Began Chris. "The challenge is quite simple, you will be-."

"Hang on Chris, we've got a problem." Spoke up Pablo. "Oliver's insulin has gone missing; he needs to take it before we start the challenge."

"That sounds bad." Noted Chris. "I'll explain the challenge as fast as I can."

"With all due respect Chris, this is serious." Frowned Terrence.

"I know, and that's why I'll be explaining the challenge quickly." Stated Chris. "Anyway, your challenge is simple. You are going to be brewing alcoholic drinks."

"How is this any different than the chocolate making challenge?" Asked Benjamin.

"Because you aren't competing to make the best tasting alcohol, you're going to be getting people drunk." Stated Chris.

"… What?" Said Benjamin in a confused deadpan voice.

"Each team will have their own brewing area to make the most potent and intoxicatingly strong booze that they can. You have six hours to brew the best drink you can; once your time is up your drink will be served to some 'samplers'. Each team has been given ten burly German men who love their beer and wine; whichever team makes the most of their sampler's drunk wins."

"… This sounds pretty #bleep# controversial." Noted Bea. "Is this even #bleep# legal?"

"Maybe." Said Chris with a shrug. "So, the winners get First Class, second place gets second Class and the losers get Third Class."

"Err, don't you mean the losers get Squalid Class?" Corrected Vinsun.

"Nope! From this point on there will only be three teams!" Grinned Chris. "It's time for the teams to be reassembled!"

Everyone looked very surprised by this as Owen came forwards with three mats; one was pastel orange, one was dark purple and one was dark green. Bridgette walked up holding a large bag.

"Just reach into the bag Bridgette is holding and pull out a ball, then go to the mat that matches the colour of the ball. The people who pick the same ball as you will be your new team mates. Twenty four divided by three is eight, so it'll be three teams of eight." Stated Chris. "Ok everybody line up and get picking!"

The tweens formed a neat single file line and began to pick the balls out of the bag and went over to join their new teams.

After a few minutes of this the tweens looked amongst each other at their new team mates.

On the orange mat were Bea, Benjamin, Edgar,, Jethro, Molly, Oliver, Tony and Winter.

On the purple mat were Amy, Craig, Emily, Gareth, Ling, Pablo, Ramona and Vinsun.

On the green mat were Jarvis, Karrie, Lars, Megan, Pandora, Suki, Ted and Terrence.

"Yay! We're still together Gareth!" Cheered Amy as she hugged her boyfriend.

"Hooray! I'm on a team with Winter and Benjy!" Cheered Tony.

"Looks like we're still teamies Terrence." Smiled Karrie.

"Ok then, time to give you your team names." Grinned Chris. "Like before they are insect themed, but none of the new names are similar to the old teams."

Chris pointed to the tweens on the orange mat.

"You guys are the Fearsome Fireflies." Said Chris.

"That sounds like a name that commands #bleep# respect." Noted Bea.

Chris then pointed to the tweens on the purple mat.

"You guys are the Gruesome Glow-worms." Continued Chris.

"Heh, cool." Nodded Craig.

Chris lastly pointed to the tweens on the green mat.

"As for you guys, you are now the Mystic Moths." Finished Chris.

"That's a lovely name." Smiled Pandora.

"You should use this challenge not just to win, but to bond with your team mates. After all, lots of people bond over drinking." Chuckled Chris. "Ok, the interns will lead you to your brewing areas. Your time stars when every team is at their brewing station."

At that moment Vinsun noticed that Edgar was the only Sneaky Snail on the Fearsome Fireflies; thinking quickly he spoke up.

"Hey Fireflies! Don't keep Edgar around; he blackmailed me and Emily, beta me with a cane and forced Emily to kiss him! Vote him off as soon as you can." Urged Vinsun.

The interns led the three teams away to start the challenge as Chris turned to the Camera.

"And so a new phase of the game has started; there are ow three teams instead of two and several teamies have been separated. Which new team will be the best? Will anyone make a good or bad first impression? And will anyone get seriously drunk? Find out after the break!"


(Airplane Confessional: That sure shakes things up!)

Edgar: Curse that rat Vinsun … but I'm not worried; I just need to ally with the correct people and I'll be sticking around. I'll be an asset in mental challenges.

Lars: The team name is a bit sissy, but this should make things very interesting … but why does the challenge have to feature beer? That stuff is VILE.

Benjamin: Hmm … half of my new team are from my old team … I think I've got an idea. Time to start a pre merge pagonging.

Ramona: My mama and dada don't let me have beer … actually; I don't think any parents let their children have beer or any type of alcohol…

Ted: My big bro says that beer makes anyone who drinks it really cool and tough … time to get me some awesomeness points!


Next Time: The tweens make some beer and several new interactions shape the future of the game.