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M: to be honest, at first I thought making a reference, but after what happened in search and do not destroy, I decide it was not the best moment to remembering it (it was too painful) and leave it out.

MissFarah: I am happy that you like the change in the teams for the final, I was not sure about the change, to be honest, but I feel it work quite well.

Aoi Usa: Those Ice dancers are resilient, but to be honest, they were a team I love to hate.

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A Million Ways to Lose a Million Dollars

Previously in part one of The Ridonculous Race grand finale, our final four teams found maps and searched for underwater treasure, a challenge that for Josee and Kitty seemed impossible to finish if MacArthur and Trent didn't come to the rescue.

In the end, the Police Cadets came last after Josee hit her savior with a coconut, and were cut out of the race, but there was no rest for the weary, as the race raced right one. Who's got what it takes to win? Find out right here right now on the explosive grand finale of The Ridonculous Race.

The final 3 teams are now on the same plane to JFK airport in New York, there is a dense atmosphere on the flight as any of the 3 can win the one million dollar prize.

Plane Confessional: The very last plane, really!

(The drama team are in the aisle of the plane, Trent is standing on the left side, smiling, and Gwen on the right side smirking, with her arms folded)

"A chance? After over a month of running, doing crazy challenges, and put our life in danger on multiple occasions, of course, we have a chance to win the race. In fact, we are going to win it," Gwen said, smiling at the camera and nodding.

"All of us have a chance to win the million, everything can happen, but as Gwen said, we will do our best to try to take the prize home, but if we fail, I will be happy because our rivals well deserve it," Trent smiles and finger guns at the camera.

"Well, except if it's the Ice Cheaters, because they are a pair of the dirtiest, backstabbing, fame-hungry jerks I had the displeasure of knowing, *ugh* I would happily give the million to the Sisters if it means they lose," Gwen frown angrily and put her arms down, clenching her fists.

"I know what you mean, but don't worry, as you say, karma will catch them," Trent said showing his signature smile.

Gwen stopped frowning and made a smirk, Trent was right, all that bad energy only poisoned her aura, those bronze winners will get what they deserve.

As the teams arrive at New York, the race to the Don Box began, the Drama Team get their travel ticket in third place.

Gwen reads aloud, "All in: Who is ready to face the traffic?: You must take one of the Ridonculous Race taxicabs and drive all the way to the Empire State Building, once there use the stairs to reach the observation deck and collect your next travel tip attached to a suitcase. Fun fact: the last team to arrive is pretty much doomed, good luck."

"Hey, the fun fact was really fun, at least is better than the rhymes," Gwen smirks as she goes into the passenger's seat of the taxi.

"This will be a hard one, fasten your seatbelt," says Trent as soon as he sits on the driver seat and fastens his.

"Please don't drive like a maniac, I want to live to spend my prize, or at least die a more glamorous and bloody death," Gwen winks as she fastens her seatbelt.

"Ok, I will do my best." Trent starts the engine and drives in the Big Apple's crowded streets, then turns on the radio.

"Are you looking for some racing music?" asks Gwen, teasing the musician.

"No, I was looking for a traffic report, right now our worst enemy is not the other teams, but a traffic jam," he answers nonchalantly.

"It's not a bad idea, it's normal and boring, but not a bad idea." Gwen shrugs, not really believing a traffic report would be of much help.

"Hey! Sometimes normal and ordinary is as good as it goes," he says a little offended by the goth observation.

Meanwhile, the Sisters were in the first place, looking for a better route to the empire state.

"Maybe if we take 2nd Avenue, we could avoid the traffic jam on E3-" Emma was interrupted by a car hitting them.

"Those Ice Freaks are bumping our car, are they crazy?" exclaims Kitty angrily, looking at the Ice Dancers in the rear mirror.

"Can you leave them behind?" Asks Emma worried.

"I can, ugh!" before Kitty could try anything, the Ice Dancers change their lane and hit the Sisters' taxi on the side, making it spinning many times out of control and crashing against a post, the hood of the taxi bent and break, and the engine was visibly damaged.

Emma goes down of the crashed taxi and throws up in a trash bin, with a sickly expression she looks at Kitty.

"Are you ok?" asked Emma worried about her sister.

"Yes, only a little scared, but the Taxi will not start again," replies Kitty, her twin tails disheveled, as she examines the taxi.

"There! A subway station, we can ride directly to the Empire state," says Emma excited, as she runs toward the entrance.

"It's that legal? The travel tip said we must go by taxi." asks worried Kitty.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Emma goes down the stairs.

"Ok, Sis, right behind you," Kitty adds, following her.

As the Sisters take the subway, the Ice Dancers were cheering after taking the first place on the race.

"Did you see the look on the Sisters' face? It was priceless," Josee says, smiling and lifting her arms, as Jacques drives the cab.

"Yes I- Oh mon Dieu," the blond ice dancer would continue with the mockery, but he had to slam on the brakes as the car in front of them stop.

"What's going on, why does everyone stop?" Asks Josee, with a tone of surprise and annoyance in her voice.

"Oh no Josee, we are in a New York City traffic jam!" Jacques's voice becomes more high pitched as he realizes they were trapped in one of the slowest and famous traffic jams in the world.

As the Ice Dancers were waiting in the traffic, the Drama Team were advancing on an alternate route, entering Midtown Manhattan.

"Are you sure this is the fastest way? We are going farther and farther away from the Empire state," says Gwen as she studies the map.

"Trust me, when we began the Drama Brothers' tour, we travel a lot in Ontario, British Columbia, New York, and L.A., and we spent a lot of time on traffic jams, and learning how to escape them," tells Trent smiling.

"Wait, did you drive on your tours? You didn't have a driver like all the other celebrities?" Gwen didn't know much about boybands, but at least they should have drivers.

"We start as a very modest band, if we could save some money we did, like driving to the concerts if we could avoid taking a flight, I even teach Cody and Harold how to drive," he smiles.

Gwen would say something as to how ordinary sound the super band antics, but she was interrupted as they stop in a traffic jam.

"I thought we were taking the long way to avoid the traffic jam," complains Gwen, annoyed.

"Some traffic is unavoidable in Ney York, but there, the Empire State," points Trent a few streets in front of them "We are almost there."

Gwen was nervous, but Trent was right, the other teams are also trapped in the traffic Jam, so they were playing with the same rules.

Unknown to her the Sisters are already at the Empire State, after taking the subway, the Asian girls were ending to climb the 102 floors to the observation deck. And both were tired and heavy breathing after doing it.

"This was *pant* harder than it sounds, I don't feel my legs," says Emma, sweating and her hair disheveled.

"And *pant* and you are not using platforms," protest her little sister, looking as bad as Emma.

"Look, the suitcase," Emma take it and the travel tip attached to it "ok, let's go down."

"Can we *pant* rest a little," Kitty says, looking at her sister with puppy eyes.

"We can rest as much as you want when we win the million, now make use of that positive energy you always have, and start going down those stairs," said Emma, smirking.

Meanwhile the Sisters are in the first place, the Ice Dancers are still trapped in the traffic jam.

"Look, Jacques, that line is free," Josee anxious points a line at the side of the avenue.

"Josee, that's a bus lane, is restricted to buses, it's forbidden to use them at jam hours," Jacques explains to his teammate, fearing how this will end.

"This is an emergency, now drive in that line before the other teams arrive the Empire state and steal our win," shouts Josee, she was still smiling, but her eyes were bulging.

"D'ac, but it's your idea," Jacques then makes a turn and goes out of the traffic jam, driving into the bus lane, in minutes they are already in the Empire state.

"See, we are already here," says Josee triumphantly, "now park in the sidewalk in front of the building," she orders as there were no more parking spots.

Jacques shrugs, "As you wish, we already break a lot of traffic rules, what it's one more," he then parks in the sidewalk in front of the building.

Just as the Ice Dancers enter the building, the Sisters go out, each team glare at the other.

"Look Kitty, a taxi of the race waiting for us in the sidewalk, how convenient," Emma smiles and gets in the Ice Dancers taxi.

"But is the-" before Kitty ends the sentence, she makes a mischievous smile, "Ooohh! You are right, let me drive."

As they take the Ice Dancers taxi, Trent and Gwen park their cab and go into the Empire state, taking the stairs toward the observatory.

"This will be hard," says Gwen looking upwards, at the infinity looking series of stairs.

"Do-" the goth put her finger on Trent's mouth.

"Don't worry Gwen, we only need to climb one step at a time, and we will be there in no time, or something like that right?" Gwen winks at the musician and sticks out her tongue.

"That's right, that's the attitude," Trent smiles, and both resumes climbing the stairs.

While the Ice Dancers and the Drama Team climb toward the observatory, the Sisters step with the portfolio into the mid-Chill Zone.

"Emma, Kitty, you are the first team to arrive at the mid-Chill Zone," Don smiles as the Sisters' cheer, "But I am afraid you had to wait here with me for a 20 minutes penalty," the host adds seriously.

"What? Why?" Ask Kitty in a high voice.

"Because the travel tip states you must take one of the taxis to the Empire state and you reach the building using the subway," Don explained.

"But another team make us crash our car," Emma explains angrily.

"Yes, that's why it's only a 20 minutes penalty," Don smile as the Sisters defeated stay next to the Chill Zone.

"Don't worry Kitty, we will be fine, we did our best," Emma smile and sit in a font near the mid-Chill Zone. Kitty smiles and doesn't say anything, the dice were cast.

Returning to the Empire State, the Drama Team almost hit the Ice Dancers, the first team entering the observatory and the second exiting. Sweating and panting, Gwen take the last suitcase and reads the travel tip.

"Central Delivery: Take this briefcase *pant* to the mid-point chill zone in Central Park," Gwen takes a moment as she walks toward the stairs "This is the last suitcase, so we are the last ones, we need to hurry."

Trent nods, he goes down in front to stop her if she stumbles on the stairs, but fortunately, it didn't happen.

It's a duel between the Ice Dancers and the Drama Team climbing down the Empire State, as the Sisters wait for their penalty to end. But as Josee and Jacques go out of the building, they found a shocking surprise.

"Aaah!" screams Jacques in a high voice "where is our taxi?" unknown to them, the Sisters took it.

"There is another one," says Josee, taking Gwen and Trent taxi. The Ice Dancers then drive away as the Drama team go out of the building.

"Goodbye, losers!" yells Josee as they go away.

"Those cheaters steal our taxi!" shouts Gwen as she stomps her feet.

"Let's run," Trent suggests, the Drama Team run a pair of streets toward the central park, but then Gwen stops.

"We will never beat them like this, we need to ask for assistance," Gwen then looks at the street and put herself in front of an oncoming bike, that had to hard brake to not hit the goth.

"Are you crazy, do you want to die or what?" yells the driver as soon as she stops, she is a beautiful woman of Cree ancestry, black hair and black eyes dress in a white and red biker suit.

"Please, we need to borrow your bike, only for half an hour," Gwen pleads at the biker.

"Borrow my baby? Are you really crazy?" the biker replies angrily at the goth.

"Please, only until we arrive at Central Park, we will give it back soon, I promise," Trent, who was without his shirt, does his trademark smile and gives a flirtatious gaze to the biker.

"Oh my gosh! You are Trent from the Drama Brothers! Of course, take my helmet, I am your number 1 fan," the biker steps aside and give him the keys.

"Thank you, you are a lifesaver," Trent put his shirt and mount the bike, as Gwen mount behind him, the musician speeding up, driving all the bike line at the 6th avenue.

Team confessional: The borrowed bike

(Trent is sitting in the left side of the room, smiling and with his arms at the sides, Gwen is smiling at the right side, her arms folded as usual).

"I wanted to ask you, how you did that? I know you were famous, but that was … Awesome," Gwen says with wide eyes.

"It was a trick that I learn watching Justin, and also lots and lots of good luck," Trent says, smiling sheepishly.

"Yes, I know, but how did you know you had to take off your shirt to convince her?" Gwen asks, intrigued by the timing.

"Oh, I didn't know, I took it off the moment you said we needed to ask for assistance," Trent shrugs as he answers the question.

"You took off your shirt just because we needed to ask for help?" Gwen asks, astonished by the answers.

"Also, I got hot and sweaty going up and down the stairs," he winks, as Gwen only shakes her head, trying not to laugh.

The Sisters wait nervously as the clock advance, and the other teams keep coming closer, Don looks at the clock and says.

"The penalty is up, Sisters, you are in first!" Don congratulate them, "please press the Don Box and take the tip to your next challenge, good luck."

As they walk away, the sound of an engine fills the air, Don turns toward the path, where he finds a bike parking a few meters from the mid-chill Zone, Trent and Gwen stepping in the carpet.

"Trent and Gwen, fancy entry, you are in second," says the host as the pair give Don the travel tip, "Go to the Don box and take the next travel tip."

"Nooooo!" screams Jacques and Josee as they enter the carpet, minutes too late.

"Jacques and Josee I'm sorry … that it took me so long to said this, you are cut from the competition." Don smiles as the Ice Dancers are at last out of the race.

As Gwen press the Don Box, she can hear Josee throwing a tantrum as they lose, she would stop and enjoy the ice dancers winning bronze again, but they need to catch with the Sisters.

"All in: boats will be boats: go to the boathouse and use one of the boats to search the buoys in the middle of the pond for the combination that will unlock your briefcase." Gwen smiles, "I know where the boathouse is. Let's catch with the sisters."

"See, not all in World Tour was bad," says Trent teasing Gwen as she sticks her tongue out as an answer.

Gwen and Trent arrive at the boathouse as Kitty and Emma are already rowing toward the buoys. Meanwhile, Don arrives at the Final Chill Zone, with all the other 32 competitors, and the suitcase with one million dollars.

"The Sisters and the Drama Team are neck and neck as they hit the water searching for the combination of their suitcases," Don explains excitedly.

"Inside awaits the last tip to this season's Final Chill Zone, whoever gets here first gain 1 million dollars!"

While Don waits, the teams are rowing toward the buoys.

"Did you hear something?" Trent says as a snapping turtle jumps toward him, Gwen quickly putting the row in its mount and returning it to the water.

"Beware of the snapping turtles, they are an attraction," Gwen winks and keep rowing.

"Emma, did you see the combination?" asks Kitty as her sister examines the buoy.

"No, maybe in the-" Emma is interrupted as Trent shout.

"three, four, one."

The Sisters turn and see that the numbers are in golden plates attached at the submerged part of the buoy. Emma then hugs a buoy and take it out of the water, enough to see the numbers. Gwen try the combination, but the suitcase doesn't open

"four, one, two," says Emma, but it isn't the combination either.

Just as in Argentina, the teams put their friendship aside, trying their best to find the correct combination, the voices of Emma and Trent filling the air.

"five one five."

"zero three eight."

"two three four."

"one four nine."

"three one seven."

"zero zero nine."

Gwen put the combination and her suitcase open.

"Woohoo, it works, and the last travel tip is a map to the Chill Zone!" says Gwen, excited.

"Let's go to the shore," Trent replies as excited as her.

"Oww, we are toast," says Kitty looking down.

"Not Kitty, it's not over until it's over, ungh!" the big sister lifts another buoy "four zero nine."

"It's open, yoohoo!" exclaims Kitty.

"Now row, we have to catch with them," says Emma, rowing as fast as she could.

The Drama Team takes shore a minute before the Sisters, but the race toward the Final Chill Zone is a close one, the four of them running as fast as they could, Emma and Kitty closing the gap with Trent and Gwen.

Team Confessional: Never give up

(Emma is sitting in the left side folding her arms, and Kitty is sitting on the right side her arms resting at the sides of her body)

"Our family doesn't quit," says Kitty smiling and opening her arms.

"Never give up, never surrender, never say never," says Emma in a serious tone frowning.

"um" adds Kitty as a reaction to her sister's attitude.

Team Confessional: The final race

(Trent is sitting on the right side with his trademark smile, and Gwen is smiling and folding her arms)

"And again all is decided running to the goal, It's a déjà vu, but this time we are not gonna lose." says the goth smiling.

"Also, this time, we are together, and I am not lifting some boulder," he then looks at Gwen with a normal smile.

"You know, you look better when you smile like that and not with the smile you show in your albums," adds Gwen blushing.

"Really? I always thought this one," Trent makes his trademark smile "was the better one."

Gwen shrugs.

Both teams are running toward the chill zone, the Sisters almost overtake the Drama Team, but they make the last sprint, the Final Chill Zone is just in front of them, and Don began to narrate the last part of the race.

"It's the last rush to the Final Chill Zone, after 21 countries and multiple challenges it comes down to this. Who is going to win this million dollars?"

The four competitors give their all and climb up the stairs toward the Final Chill Zone.

"And the Winner is-"

New York is almost over who will win? Find out next week.

First of all, I want to apologize to all of you, my readers, that felt frustrated or angered by how I ended this chapter, but what is life without excitement?

And this was a harder episode to write than the past because now I had to add the Sisters. And the dynamic of them and the Drama Team is very different from the Police Cadets and the surfers. So I have to change a lot, but I hope it was good enough.

Teams eliminated: the Larpers, Tennis rivals, Geniuses, Vegetarians, fashion bloggers, Mother and daughter, Adversity twins, Step Brothers, Rockers, Father and Son, Reality TV Pros, Goths, Surfer Dudes, the Daters, The Police Cadets, Ice dancers.

Fun fact: In the original chapter, there is a cameo of a Cree girl that looks pretty similar to Sky from Pakhitew Island, but is not her. SO I decided to take her and use it in the plot.

As always, thanks for reading and I hope you like it