The camera turns on to a shot of Wawanakwa forest.
We see all of the teams, still sopping wet from getting dunked into the lake, walking back inland for their next challenge.
"Thank goodness the challenge ended before Chris could ask me an embarrassing question." Cameron piped up, with his team turning their attention to him.
"Like what?" Scott asked with a smirk, "Who needs to be spoon-fed everyday?"
"My mom stopped feeding me with a spoon two years ago!" Cameron fought back the dirt farmer, but this got him, Lightning, and Anne Maria to laugh at the bubble boy. B was seen smirking at him. This left Cameron ashamed and embarrassed.
"You really don't need to humiliate yourself…" Dawn informed him.
"Well I would love to hear more." Scott taunted, "Besides, he should've gone home yesterday."
"That's rude." Cameron fought back.
"Hey, I'm being honest, shorty." Scott bluntly told him, "You're just like a bubble; delicate, ready to pop." Scott did a hand motion in which he made one of them a circle using his fingers, and the other a pin with his index finger. He moved his 'pin' finger to the circle and then made a 'pop' sound as the circle 'exploded'.
"I'm not going to put up with you if you're gonna keep making fun of me!" Cameron stood up, "And you're gonna change your mind about me once you see how useful I can be in the next challenge! You'll see!"
*CONFESSIONAL: Cameron*
Cameron: (sucking his thumb) Why did I say that? Why?! (continues thumb sucking)
*END CONFESSIONAL*
The Maggots followed the Rats inland.
"This is the longest I've gone without playing a video game." Sam informed Dakota, rubbing the back of his head, "My hands feel so… empty."
Dakota lowered her eyebrows. "Chris is such a jerk!" she expressed her frustration, "I could've sent like, six-hundred texts by now!" She holds up one of her phones, which was still short-circuiting.
"Wow!" Sam smiled, "We might have alot in common!"
"Why would you say something like that to me?!" Dakota asked him, disgusted.
"No, no!" Sam immediately backtracked, "I meant about the tech withdrawal! Trust me, you're nothing like me otherwise!" He smiled, nervously, hoping not to creep the heiress out even more.
But Dakota had different feelings from what he thought. "Aww, thanks!" she smiled back.
Malcolm leered at the duo, before turning to the rest of his team.
*CONFESSIONAL: Malcolm*
Malcolm: To start with my plan, I must play nice to them. Good thing I've taken acting lessons in elementary… And then a couple performances at juvie."
*END CONFESSIONAL*
The Maggots kept on walking. "I hope the next challenge isn't going to humiliate us anymore…" Sam piped up, "I mean, we've gone over a ton of humiliation for one day."
"You mean, you and Private Pants-wetter here?" chuckled Jo.
Brick took offense to this and turned to Jo, "Now, now, madame," he said, holding it with his dignity intact, "There's no need for that kind of playground trash talk. We're a team, and we have to stick together, even if we have insecurities."
"Is that what your drill sergeant told you?" Jo questioned him.
"Yes." Brick said, before he awkwardly rubbed his arm, "He also told me that Unicorn Donut Flakes are bad for your teeth."
While they were talking, Malcolm approached Zoey. "So you like action movies, eh?" he asked.
The indie chick turns her head, "Yeah… Like a little."
Mal gave her a look, which caused her to sigh, "Okay, a lot. It's not my fault though! It's just that I like to learn combat moves and choreography. It's one of those hobbies I enjoy at home."
"Yeah?" Malcolm questioned, "What kind of hobbies?"
"Besides action, I want to make my own clothes industry." Zoey pointed out, "Had a lotta fascination with 80s, 70s-kind of junk."
"And so I'm intrigued…" Mal nodded.
As they were talking, they heard Sam and Dakota laughing about something with technology and gaming. Malcolm had a scowl on his face, which Zoey took notice of.
"Something wrong?" she asked. Zoey turned her head to see the duo, to which she became confused.
Zoey chuckled, "They seem fine to me. What's wrong with them?"
"He might be a gold digger…" he told him, "He said something about going after her inheritance."
Zoey turned to Malcolm, confused, "Really? He's just an average gamer dude. He doesn't look too bad."
"That's where I argue." Mal pointed out, "After all, looks can be deceiving." He walked ahead of the indie chick with a murmur, "Remember that." This left her stunned.
*CONFESSIONAL: Zoey*
Zoey: I haven't really gotten to know all the peeps on my team yet, but I don't think Sam would want to go after Dakota for her inheritance. Would he? (shrugs)
*END CONFESSIONAL*
Everyone finally meets Chris at the next part of the challenge, which consists of a six-part obstacle course. They were stepping on top of shallow mud, standing in front of a plank.
"Welcome players!" he announces on the intercom, "Now that you're all here, it's time for Part 2 of today's challenge!"
Chris stood on top of a plain. "This is a challenge I would like to dub, 'The Mad Skills Obstacle Course!'" he continued, "The relay race begins with a mad dash at the Kick Start!"
The Kick Start consists of a large boot attached to a wheel, on top of a large pole, over the deck. The boot moves back and forth with a loud squeak. "Forget coffee, 'cause if this thing doesn't get you goin', nothing will!"
Chris presented the next obstacle, which was a deck that had cannons from overhead and underneath. "Then it's off to the race against time, that is The Cannonball Run!" The cannons were blasting balls all across the deck, creating large gaping holes.
"Over to my personal fav…" Chris presented the next obstacle… "Wrecking ball alley!" The obstacle consists of a spinning log with a few wrecking balls swinging back and forth. "Hurts so good!"
"Moving on… we head to the Game Plank…" He showed multiple planks at a high altitude. "Complete with rabid mutant beavers!" Two mutant beavers were chewing on some of the planks.
"Followed by… the Bouncy Agony of Double Trouble!" Chris presented four squishy fists accompanied on top of metal rods. These fists were bouncing up and down.
"And finally…" Chris presented the final obstacle, "The Grand Slam!" There was a giant baseball glove in the middle of the pile of mud. The glove was surrounded by giant baseball bats, however. "You'll be able to swing into the giant baseball mitt, while avoiding these deadly bats!"
One bird was flying, but it did not see a baseball bat in time, resulting in it crashing. "Piece of cake…" he chuckled.
Most people were either nervous or confused, while Mal just looked indifferent with the whole relay race.
"Oh, and as you may remember, I said that the winning team from part 1 would get a distinct advantage in part 2-" Chris announced.
"But there was no winner!" Zoey objected.
"Yeah… don't remind me." Chris shot her down, unhappy with being interrupted. He continued, "The losing team would wear snazzy specs while competing! But since we never actually finished part 1, I've decided to make it so that everybody has to wear them!"
Multiple people glared at Chris or gasped. Jo walked over to Chef who was holding a dirty cardboard box, complete with green glasses.
As soon as she tried them on, she noticed that her vision deteriorated; everything looked fuzzy and she was unable to concentrate on what was going on in front of her. "What's with the grandpa glasses?" she asked, "We won't be able to see anything wearing these!"
"Dorktacular goggles won't make part 2 easy, or attractive," Chris stated, "But it can be done, in theory!" He turned to someone in the audience, leaning with intent. "Mal, you got everything?"
"Crystal." Malcolm stated.
"Great!" Chris cheered, "Now, competitors, take your positions!"
There was a time skip, and everyone was at their designated relay areas. "First at the Kick Start is Lightning against Malcolm." Lightning was folding his arms, impressed with the challenge, while Malcolm was squinting at the obstacle, making sure he would complete it with ease.
"Then, it's Anne Maria versus Brick versus the cannons!" Both contestants were concerned with their designated area of relay.
"Scott faces Zoey in Wrecking Ball Alley." Chris narrated, as Scott had his glasses halfway up so that he could see half and half, while Zoey looked at him without a word.
"B is up against Jo at the Game Planks." B, fearful of the mutant beavers, was hiding behind Jo, who looked discontent with the silent genius hiding behind her.
"Dawn and Sam will battle Double Trouble!" Both of them looked at each other, concerned with how they'll do in that part of the relay.
"And last but not least, Cameron and Dakota will duke it out, for the Grand Slam!" Chris finished, as Dakota was moving her hands, hoping that she could feel something. Cameron, on the other hand, was confused with how the relay's logic is working at all.
"First team to finish wins the whole Sha-BANG!" Chris exclaimed.
"Hey, you stole one of Lightning's catchphrases!" Lightning objected, "Only me can say that sha-phrase!"
Chris leered at the uber athletic, but he continued, "Anyways, the other team will lose a member tonight. And, since it's a relay race, you'll need something to pass! Your mascots! Oh, interns?"
An intern with black hair waving down and covering his eyes and a slight stubble walked up to Lightning and Malcolm, carrying two gray pet carriers in fear.
"Uh, Lightning don't like where this is goin', man." Lightning told Malcolm, confused.
Malcolm did not have the same reaction, "Take it easy. It's probably vegan." he told the jock.
"Team Rat gets… a Toxic Rat!" The intern fearfully gave Lightning a pink rat with pointy ears, red eyes, deadly teeth, and a long pink tail. It was growling aggressively as Lightning was forced to take it.
"And Team Maggot gets… a Mutant Maggot." The intern gave Mal a giant sickly green maggot with red eyes. It was dripping, possibly having been soaked in mutant waste in its carrier.
When Mal took it, he wasn't all impressed with it. "I've seen worse things before…" he stated.
"Aaaaaand, go!" Chris signalled, blowing the air horn.
And on that note, the boot was activated, and it sent Lightning airborne.
"And Lightning gets the boot!" Chris announced.
"I hope that hurt, minced meat!" cackled Malcolm.
The camera showed Lightning underneath the planks in the mud, still holding the toxic rat. The rat wasn't too pleased of Lightning getting literally booted, and it chomped on his rear, causing the uber jock to yelp out in pain.
Malcolm was hopping over the platforms, holding the mutated maggot along the way. Ultimately, he made it up to Brick, who was prepared to claim it next.
"Take it!" Mal shoved it in his face.
Brick claimed it and saluted his fellow teammate, "Sir yes sir!" And then he ran the other way through the cannons.
"You won't last long…" Mal murmured.
Brick was running straight, but he could not see clearly with the lenses. He ended up running…
Into a pole!
He tried running straight again, but he continued running into that same pole. This kept going on multiple times.
"Called it." Malcolm was heard saying.
Lightning was running as if he were a running back, holding the rat as if it were a football and he was about to score a touchdown.
"Sha-BAM!" he cheered, striking a pose, "Six points for Lightning!" He gave the ball, or rat to say the least, to Anne Maria, "Go babe, go!"
"I'd like for you to take back calling me babe!" Anne Maria glared, before running past Brick, who was still struggling with getting around the pole.
"The rats take the lead!" Chris announces, before Anne Maria stops to see cannons about to shoot balls towards her. "Or not."
"Anyone wanna take this thing?" asked the Jersey Shore girl.
Suddenly, the rat starts frantically pointing towards one of the cannons, alerting Anne Maria.
"Wha- what are you trying to say, doll?!" she asked, before the cannon fired a large iron ball towards her. Immediately, she screamed and crouched down, and the ball went…
BAM!
The ball ended up hitting Brick square in the face, or circular. The ball had pressed on his face for about two seconds before falling down on the deck, revealing Brick to be cross-eyed, a tooth sticking out, and him going "Daiiiiiiiiii…"
He then fell to the ground wearing that childlike expression on his face.
It was then revealed that Chris and Chef were watching it all unfold on a flatscreen television in the middle of the plains, both sitting on lounging chairs.
Chris was cracking himself up on the whole endeavor, "Man, we need to bring back 'That's Gonna Leave a Mark', 'cause this stuff is gold!" Chef chuckled along with him.
Back at the obstacle course, Anne Maria ran up to Scott, who was impatiently waiting for her to complete her part of the course.
"There ya go!" she handed him the rat, before walking back. "Yeah, I just did that..." Unfortunately, because of the glasses, she didn't see that she was walking off a cliff, which she exactly did, with a splat heard at the bottom.
"Wow…" said a scheming Scott, "We're in the lead! Great…" He started walking backwards on top of the spinning wheel. He still had his specs half on so that people don't know that he's actually cheating.
"Nice and slow… all the way to last place…" he murmured to himself quietly so nobody could hear him or his plots. He turned to the rat, "Right, little guy?"
The rat glared at the dirt farmer, knowing that he's up to no good for some odd reason (probably the toxic waste makes it smarter). It wasn't long before it bit Scott on the chin, causing him to scream in pain. This all distracted him into getting in the red zone of one of the wrecking balls, and he was propelled all the way to B.
Jo saw this, and she was very displeased. "We're not gonna get anywhere if Soggy Pants wastes his time!" she shouted, "Get going!"
Zoey heard Jo's plight, and turned to the cadet, who was taking his time, crawling up to her with the maggot. "Uh, Brick, would you mind picking up the pace a little bit, please?" she asked.
"Sure!" giggled a hiccuping Brick, still feeling the effects of getting hit by the cannonball. A second later, he gave the maggot to Zoey, "Here's your cat!"
Zoey reached for the maggot, but ended up clamping down on Brick's hands by accident. Soft music was heard in the background and she started feeling a moment. Brick, although he was injured by the cannonball, sensed Zoey's hands on his, and felt a moment deep down. Too bad he was too busy feeling nothing but pain and numbness…
"Oh right, the challenge!" Zoey realized, knowing that Jo wasn't going to be happy if she wasted time as well. She started running onto the rolling wheel.
"Heh, pretty girl…" hiccuped Brick, who was still on the ground. He eventually rolled himself up… off of the plank he was on… A splat was heard as one could already tell that he had landed on the mud below.
Zoey was continually running on the spinning wheel. However, she lost her balance, and she ended up clinging onto the wheel, spinning around and around. The maggot she was holding was clinging onto her, spinning as well.
Jo was just miserable. "Well this cannot get any worse…" she said in a very sarcastic tone.
Meanwhile, Scott was petting the rat, calming it down. "Aww, who's my good freak?" he asked, "Who's my good little freak?"
B was becoming impatient. He was unable to speak, so he kept beckoning the dirt farmer to give the rat to him so that he could continue the relay race and help his team win.
"There there, little guy…" Scott was petting the rat in his reassuring voice, "Uncle Scotty kept you safe and sound…"
Finally, Scott noticed B beckoning him to give the rat to him, "Oh… do you want this?" he pointed to the rat, who was calmed down and content with Scott at this point. "Why didn't you say so, Beverly?!" He asked in a bully-like tone.
This irritated B very hard, having to hear his full name again. Angrily, he stomped on Scott's ballsack, which caused Scott to yell out in pain. He picked the rat up himself and ran off for the Game Plank.
*CONFESSIONALS: Jo, B, & Scott*
Jo: Who knew that Test Mouse can get rough from hearing his full name? I guess not me…
B: (sat on the toilet, still wearing an angry expression on his face. He silently continues to sit as he cracks his knuckles)
Scott: (he is still nursing his ballsack) Beverly, you jerk! (shakes one of his fists) I'll get you for this! (goes back to nursing his ballsack)
*END CONFESSIONALS*
Jo looked at Scott, who was still nursing his ballsack. "That's gonna need some ice. Big time." she commented.
"Ya think?" Scott asked, weakly.
Just then, someone offscreen threw a plastic bag filled with ice cubes, but it hit him in the ballsack. "OWWW! Why?! Why there, of all places?!" he cried in agony.
Meanwhile, B had already put the rat in one of his pockets, and he was hopping over the planks. However, the two beavers were gnawing on one of the planks he was on, and it ended up breaking, causing B and the rat to fall to the mud.
B found himself getting surrounded by the two mutant beavers, prepared to eat him and the rat.
Meanwhile, Jo was annoyed with Zoey, who was still in Wrecking Ball Alley, clinging onto dear life on the spinning log.
"Go, go, go!" she yelled to her.
Zoey, with as much strength as she could take, mustered herself to put herself in quadruped position. However, she was in the wrecking ball red zone, and she was propelled all the way to Jo.
Meanwhile, B had used the opportunity to construct a muddy mutant beaver, which was dressed as a lady (complete with a paper-like substance wig) to make it look female for the beavers.
This caused the mutant beavers to become smitten with the muddy beaver, and it bought B enough time to escape.
"And in a surprisingly touching move," Chris announced, "B extends the rat's lead!"
Scott was watching this from afar, still nursing his ballsack, but also using the ice pack to numb out the pain, "Oh come on!" he yelled.
Zoey finally made her way to Jo. "Here…" she lifted the maggot off of her.
Jo took the maggot off her hands, "Took you long enough…" she grumbled, as she started to go through the Game Plank.
The mutant beavers were hugging the fake beaver for a brief while. However, they noticed that her 'head' fell off, since the mud was able to sustain itself for a brief amount of time. This caused them to glare upwards, ready to take their rage out on one of the campers.
Jo was already running across the Game Plank. However, she found herself hearing the two gnaw on the last plank.
"Of course…" she mumbled to herself.
Meanwhile, B ran all the way up to Dawn, who was confused with why he stomped on Scott's ballsack, but hoping to extend her team's lead.
She took the rat and running to Double Trouble. Just then, the rat started squeaking.
"What's that?" she asked, "Jump now?" She noticed that she was getting close, and as soon as she made it to the edge of the plank, she started jumping on top of the bouncy fists.
Jo was on the second-last plank. Mustering herself with lots of strength, she made a running start and jumped a long distance to Sam, who was patiently waiting for her to bring the maggot to her.
She handed her the maggot just as the beavers grabbed a hold of her legs. "Go, GO!" she shouted at Sam.
"But what about you?" he asked, pointing to the beavers clinging onto her legs.
"You can worry about me after the challenge!" Jo instructed him, "Just go!" Then she was thrown to the mud to face the mutated beavers.
Sam wasted no time running to Double Trouble, and he started bouncing on top of them, just as Dawn finished her part.
"Here you go!" she gave Cameron the rat, "You can do this!"
Meanwhile, Sam was airborne, extending his arms so that Dakota could take the maggot. "Dakota, take it!" he yelled.
Dakota was too busy doing her makeup, and Sam ended up falling with the maggot in his arms into the mud.
"Okay, ready!" she closed her makeup mirror and extended her arms to feel… basically nothing.
Sam laid on the ground for a brief while, before the maggot got up and started rolling itself away from the gamer.
The gamer immediately saw this. "No! Come back!" he cried, running after the sickly green creature.
He ran past Jo, who was being held by the mutant beavers. But the jockette was anything but afraid. As a matter of fact, she was just annoyed with the mutated rodents.
"Oh yeah…" she said with sarcastic levels elevated, "I'm sooo scared of you freaks. Do your worst, you hungry buffoons!"
One of the beavers took out a full bottle of ketchup, probably just because they like ketchup on their human meal. It opened the bottle with sinister, hungry intent.
"Okay, now you're boring me…" Jo rolled her eyes. Without any hesitation, she kicked the beaver in the groin, causing it to cry out in pain. She then back-kicked the other one holding her down, causing it to whine and fall to the ground.
Jo walked up to the beaver that was holding the ketchup bottle, and stole it. "I'm taking this with me!" She walked off with defiance.
Up above, Dakota was impatient, having to wait for Sam to show up with the maggot. Eventually, he came up to her, angrily. "HERE!" he held out the maggot.
"Eww!" Dakota cringed, "Can you at least wipe it off?!"
Cameron found himself running across the plank, holding the rat in his arms. "Yes!" he shouted cheerfully, "I've never felt so alive!"
However, his glee did not last very long, as he found himself at a distance from the baseball glove. He immediately jumped to the conclusion that he had to swing all across just to reach it.
"I'm a dead man…" he said to himself.
Dakota caught up to him, which meant that the race was tied up. But only one would make it to the glove first.
She turned to the camera and smiled, "Well Dakota fans, here goes nothing!" she grabbed a rope as Cameron looked dumbfounded at the camera.
The heiress giggled as she started swinging over the mud, heading directly towards the baseball glove.
However, she wasn't able to make it so that she could land on top of the glove. She tried to extend her leg to latch onto it, but she was unable to reach it, and she found herself and the maggot plummeting back to the ground, splashing into the mud.
The next thing she found was herself coughing out a piece of mud. She looked down to see herself sitting in it, all dirtied up. Frustrated with how gross she looked, she shrieked very loud so everyone could hear her.
Meanwhile, Cameron swung on a rope of his own, carrying the rat along the way.
He couldn't get to the glove at all, as he and the rat hit one of the large baseball bats. This caused them to slide down, with Cameron groaning in pain the whole way down.
Dakota came back from her hissy fit, groaning. She went to reach for a rope, but then she was caught off guard by something outside of the challenge.
"Dakota!" someone called in an italian accent, "Over here!"
An orange hot air balloon swooped down, and there were four photographers taking pictures of her.
"Smile for us, beautiful heiress!" one of them was calling out to her.
"Finally!" she breathed a sigh of relief, "Hiiiii!" she waved, "You're just in time for my… uh," she noticed that she was still dirty from the mud, holding the maggot, "Mud bath! There, that's it!"
The Maggots were less than pleased with what she's doing. "Well that's gonna win us points…" Mal rolled his eyes.
"Nooo, Dakota!" Sam cried in frustration, "You're supposed to swing! SWING!"
Dakota wasn't paying attention. She was doing poses, including one where she was about to kiss the maggot. This gave Cameron enough time to run up to the ropes, holding the rat.
"Velocity times mass times windspeed-" Cameron tried to calculate, before he got bitten by the rat on his arm.
This caused him to scream in pain, before stumbling backwards onto a rope and getting his ankle attached to it. He started swinging upside down, before he was hit by multiple baseball bats as if they were pinball obstacles. He was swung up in the air for a few seconds.
Those few seconds passed by and he landed on top of the baseball glove. He groaned in pain from the impact, but the rat landed on his legs, striking a pose in victory.
"The Rats win!" Chris announced.
The Rats and Maggots were on the same platform, with the Rats cheering and the Maggots upset.
"To the Rats, the spoils!" Chris announced the reward they received, "McLean brand soap, shampoo and conditioner, guaranteed to wash off the stink!"
Chef walked up to Anne Maria, who joyfully claimed the basket of toiletries.
"Stink!" Brick chuckled, still dazed.
"We didn't win, Leaky…" Jo elbowed him.
"Maggots, see you at the elimination ceremony!" he told them, before getting agitated about something outside of the competition, "Oh! And as for Dakota's annoying entourage… Chef?"
Chef came armed with a slingshot with a long, stretchy elastic waistband, and a small pebble. He released the waistband, which caused the pebble to propel towards the entourage in their balloon, making a hole.
Within seconds, their balloon started flying around, uncontrollably, and it flew away to a distance, before crashing down somewhere in the hills of Wawanakwa, resulting in a loud…
BOOM!
"Um, rude!" Dakota snarled at Chef, before the maggot she was holding retched onto her face. "Oh, take a bath, you smelly bug!" She set it down, before hugging herself, "Don't do it… Just don't do it…"
Then the maggot retched again on her shoes.
Dakota looked down to see the vomit-covered heels, and she stared at the camera with a reluctant look. "Yep, I'm gonna scream!" She took a deep inhale, and before she was about to scream loud and proud…
The camera cuts to later that evening, with the Maggots, with the exception of Dakota, sitting on their cabin steps, pondering who would leave for tonight.
"So, now what?" asked Sam.
"What else?" questioned Jo, "We're supposed to nominate someone to leave! And if I were to suggest someone, I'd have to go with rich b***h. She's only in it for the show and tell."
"I have to disagree." Sam stood up for her, "I mean, yeah, she's easily distracted, but she's also a tenth level hottie!" The other contestants weren't buying his argument. But Sam continued his plight, "Not that that's important! C'mon, let's give her another chance!" He looked around for other people who've committed questionable offenses during the team. "Why not pick Brick? He wasted alot of time during the relay race."
"But he was hit by a cannonball." Zoey argued.
"Before that, he was continually running into the pole!" Sam fought back.
"I just couldn't see with those glasses on." Brick said, ashamed. He was back to normal after resting up, "Maybe we can try to settle this or something?"
As the team was arguing, Malcolm took this as an opportunity to use the restrooms.
Upon approaching the restrooms, he noticed that there was steam flowing outside. Without knocking, he swung the door open and approached the shower. He could hear Dakota humming a song from Total Drama: World Tour.
The malevolent waited a couple minutes before Dakota turned the water off and opened the shower door. She stepped out in her robes to see Mal standing in front of her.
"Oh my god!" she gasped, "What the hell are you doing in here?! Can't a girl get some privacy?!"
"What'd you expect?" asked Malcolm, "These are communal bathrooms. Chris made it clear a few seasons ago."
"Ugh…" Dakota groaned, having forgotten watching season 1. She stared at Malcolm for a few seconds, "What do you want? An autograph?"
"No." Malcolm responded, bluntly, "I came for some news…"
"What is it?"
"You know Samuel? The big sweaty game loser?" he asked her.
"Yeah," Dakota nodded, "He may be sweaty, but he's not a loser!" For a few seconds, no one said anything. Dakota broke the ice again, "What about him?"
"He has a crush on you." Mal stated.
Dakota's eyes went wide. Back home, she's had plenty of guys crush on her. She may have been friends with some of them, but she never really connected with them at all. Hearing Mal say that Sam likes her caught her by surprise, since he's not really the handsome boy-kind of guy.
"Uhhh… okay?" was all she had to say, "Big deal."
"I just want to be the first to say this to you: Don't accept him." Mal said.
"What do you mean?" asked a confused Dakota, "He's been very nice to me. Sure, we may not have stayed with each other for a few days, but-"
"You never know!" Mal interrupted her, "He could be a predator, or a thief, or a gold digger! You think I'm lying? I've met people from juvie who preyed on beautiful girls like you. I've also met people who stole from them and drained their fortunes. Don't you think Sam having a crush on you is a facade for wanting your cashy cash?"
"Uhhh, well, I…" Dakota tried to say.
"Level with me, babe." Malcolm said, "He's out of your league. It's safe if you just reject him and call it a day."
Dakota was silent, just listening to Malcolm continue to talk. "But there's another reason I came to talk with you… Now there's someone I want to out from this show, and I think you're the right person to do the job with me! I'd like to propose an alliance with you…" The malevolent grinned sinisterly at the heiress.
Dakota's eyes went wide as she stared at the young man in front.
Just then, Malcolm felt something hard, and his head whipped back from a loud WHACK!, which caused him to stumble sideways. He saw himself briefly in the mirror, and noticed a red mark on his left cheek.
Turning back, he saw an incensed Dakota. "You little twerp!" she snarled, "Don't think I know your game! I know what you're trying to do, and if you think that's gonna work on me, it WON'T when I have a say! I have bad news for you, Malcolm! You blew it, big time! And I can't wait to see the look on your face when you leave!" She tightened her robe. "Good day, Malcolm!" Was all she had to say to Malcolm before she started stalking off somewhere else to change clothes.
Malcolm was left glaring at Dakota.
*CONFESSIONAL: Malcolm & Dakota*
Malcolm: Great… Now she knows. I was gonna ask for an alliance to vote out Brick-for-Brains, since he may be a threat, besides Jo. I'd try to go after her, but she might be useful for another episode or two, give or take. Dakota, you made the biggest mistake of your life, and now your time has been numbered, significantly. Looks like I can't wait to see the look on your face when you leave! Enjoy loserdom, 'cause that's what you get. (snickers)
Dakota: It's completely obvious why I slapped Mal! He proposed an alliance, just so he can bed me! (scoffs) What am I, a bowling trophy? Eww! If anything, I'd rather have Sam as my boyfriend than him! (realizes something she said) Uh, I mean, Sam… H-he is nice to me. We may be in different fields, but I think he and I may have something that can happen. Note how I said may? Yeah, it may, not will. There's a difference.
*END CONFESSIONALS*
Malcolm approached the arguing Maggots, to which they all turned their heads and noticed him.
"Where have you been, pointy?" Jo questioned.
"I have something to propose…" Mal said with a smirk.
The other four Maggots looked at each other, confused. Jo turned to Malcolm first and said, "We're listening…"
The camera briefly cut to black for a few seconds, before it showed Camp Wawanakwa at night. The camera zoomed in on the bonfire that was the only light source on the island.
"It's elimination time, Maggots!" Chris announced, "And as a plus, everyone gets a marshmallow, even the loser!"
Chef, who was wearing his bio-hazard suit, opened the case which held the green glowing marshmallow, which was the Toxic Marshmallow of Loserdom.
"That marshmallow, my friends, is something you should not eat!" Chris informed.
"No kidding…" Zoey shivered in fear.
"Now, to the votes!" Chris announced, disregarding Zoey's concern, "The following people are safe with zero votes…"
Chris picked up one of the five marshmallows from his tray.
"Jo!" He tossed a marshmallow to the jockette, who caught it with no effort whatsoever.
"Zoey!" He tossed a marshmallow to the indie chick, who caught it with her mouth open, eating it.
"And Sam!" He tossed a marshmallow to the gamer, who tried to catch it with his mouth like Zoey, but it ended up hitting his nose and fell to his hands. He stared at Dakota, whose name was not called. She was filing her nails, too busy to listen.
Meanwhile, Malcolm was unimpressed, while Brick looked nervous.
"Mal, Dakota, Brick…" Chris informed, "You guys are the only ones who received at least one vote. Two of you only got one vote, while one of you got the rest of the four."
*CONFESSIONALS: Malcolm, Dakota, Sam, Jo*
Malcolm: (votes for Dakota on his paper)
Dakota: (votes for Malcolm on her paper)
Sam: I don't want Dakota to go home! And as much as I want Mal gone, he didn't really screw up in the game… (picks up Brick's picture, sighing) Sorry Brick…
Jo: Wetty Betty wasted time during the relay race, but so did Blondie. (shrugs) Tough call!
*END CONFESSIONALS*
"The first person who is safe is…" Chris announced…
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The malevolent was tossed the marshmallow, indicating he was safe. This left Dakota and Brick, the former finally looked up from filing her nails.
"What?!" she cried out in disbelief.
"And the Marshmallow of Loserdom goes to…"
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"Dakota!"
"No!" the heiress cried out as the cadet was fed his marshmallow, "This has to be a mistake! I didn't get my spin-off series yet! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The annoyed Chris beckoned Chef to follow her as she ran off to get away from the toxic marshmallow, her cries echoing throughout the night. Meanwhile, Sam was very sad over the results.
*CONFESSIONALS: Sam & Malcolm*
Sam: Man, I can't believe Dakota's gone! I was ready to repeatedly ask and get turned down all season! (sighs)
Malcolm: Now that she's gone, it's time for me to make someone wet their pants with fear!
*END CONFESSIONALS*
At the Dock of Shame, with the Hurl of Shame placed on top, Chris stood by with Chef standing by the lever and Dakota in the bowl. The Maggots watched from nearby to witness their fallen teammate depart. Sam looked miserable, Zoey felt guilty, Brick wasn't too fazed, Jo didn't care, and Malcolm tauntingly waved goodbye.
"Any last words before you ride the Hurl of Shame, Dakota?" asked Chris.
"Um, yes." Dakota said, her arms folded, "First of all…"
She was cut off when Chef pulled the lever and activated the catapult. Dakota flew off into the night sky, screaming.
"It was a rhetorical question." Chris chuckled, before he turned to the Maggots, "Better improve now that she's gone, got it?"
The Maggots nodded, before taking off to their cabin to retire for the night.
"Two hurls down, nine to go!" Chris announced as he faced the camera, "Who will be eliminated next? Tune in and find out! On Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!" Each time he paused, the camera zoomed out, eventually to reveal Wawanakwa once again, before the scene faded to black.
Toxic Rats: Lightning, B, Scott, Cameron, Anne Maria, & Dawn
Mutant Maggots: Malcolm, Jo, Brick, Sam, & Zoey
Last - Staci
12th - Dakota
And that wraps up Total Drama: Malternate! Yep, looking back, I felt that there are going to be more characters to develop, not just Malcolm. Because of that, I decided to change the title. But just because I did so doesn't mean Malcolm isn't the main character of this story. He's still going to be relevant, and out to take down the competition every which way, like what he did in this chapter.
There are some characters who seem a little different from the canon; Lightning might be having a crush on Anne Maria, and B stomped on Scott's cookie dough balls... (Yeouch!) Would this have any effect in the future?
As in the canon, Dakota left the competition, but for different reasons! She's one of those characters who is fun to write with. But the problem is, she's an attention hog who only came onto the show just for the stardom and glory. However, I made her character sound as if she's aware of Malcolm's intentions. And when I say aware of his intentions, I meant she mistakes him for wanting to force sexual intercourse onto her. Unbeknownst to her, Mal, who was intending on making an alliance to vote out the competition with her, misunderstood her when she said she knows, and he eventually rounded everyone up to eliminate her.
I will assure you that the next few chapters will break from the canon, and things will start to get interesting. Who will be eliminated next? Who is Mal planning on going after next, and how will he do so? Find out in the next chapter! Until next time!
Also, I just realized that the 'dorktacular' glasses Chris made everyone wear during the challenge are similar, probably identical, to the glasses Harold wears! Who were to thought?