In the girls' cabin of the Screaming Gophers, Gwen was stirring awake when she heard Lindsay moaning. "Okay, this is so way beyond bad!" Lindsay moaned. "I'm all out of fake tanner already!"
"That's tragic, Lindsay," Gwen sarcastically replied as she sat up.
"Now I actually have to suntan. In the sun! Do you know how shriveled and wrinkly that can make your skin?" Gwen just tried to pat down her messy hair. "Oh, you do!" Lindsay continued as she looked at Gwen's hair.
"Lindsay," Zoey moaned as she got out of bed. She had a pair of purple shorts and a pink top. "I'm sure it'll be fine."
"And not everyone wants a tan," Gwen agreed as she got out of bed. She was getting the wrinkles out of her black nightgown. "I think Sky's trying her best on that. I mean, she had a bunch of sunscreen in one of her suitcases."
"Maybe she's, like, a vampire or something," Lindsay added in. A horn over the loudspeaker cut them short. "Alright, campers, enough beauty sleep," Chris announced. "Time to show us what you're made of!" Everyone was soon at two benches that were set up near a stage. "Are we gonna see a musical?" Lindsay asked.
"I love musicals!" Ella squealed.
"Especially the ones with singing and dancing!"
"Gwen!" Trent called out. "Saved you a seat."
"Thanks," Gwen replied. Heather looked at the duo and glared. Trent laid back in his seat. Cody saw this and tried to imitate it but fell over. "Real smooth, Romeo," Mike chuckled as he sat down next to him.
"Okay if I sit next to you?" Zoey asked as she walked over.
"Fine by me." As Zoey sat next to him, Echo glared at the duo before turning back and resuming her cheerful facade.
"Welcome to our brand-new, deluxe, state-of-the-art outdoor amphitheater," Chris announced as he got up to the stage. "Okay, this week's challenge is a summer camp favorite: a talent contest!"
"Yee-haw!" Sugar hollered. "I'll rock this one!"
"Each team has eight hours to pick their four most-talented acts. These four will represent them in the show tonight. Sing, dance, juggle, anything goes as long as it's legal." Chris eyed Duncan as he said this, and Duncan just snapped his fingers. "You'll be judged by our resident talent scout, former DJ, VJ, and rap legend Grand Master Chef, who will show his approval via the Chef-o-meter." A picture of a spoon that had Chef's face on one end and nine bars on the other end appeared above Chris's head. "The team that loses will send one camper home tonight!"
"One question!" Destiny asked. "Can more than one person perform at a time?"
"I will allow duets, but no more than that. Good luck."
Heather blew a whistle before she began to speak. "I'm the team captain, so here's how it's gonna work," she explained to her team.
"Wait," Gwen spoke out as she held a small book. "Who said you were team captain?"
"She did," Lindsay replied. "Just now."
"Lindsay, Beth, Sierra and I took a vote, and I won," Heather explained.
"Threatening them to vote for you isn't exactly democratic," Gwen said to her.
"If it makes you feel better," Mike told her, "the vote wasn't unanimous. Sierra voted for Helga to be the team captain."
"How did you know that?" Heather wondered.
"You guys weren't exactly whispering." Trent walked over to Gwen. "Snagged you an extra muffin," he told her.
"Trent," Heather began in a more relaxed tone, "You're cool with me leading this project, aren't you?"
"Right on. Go for it."
"Good. Beth, Sierra, Lindsay and I will be the judges."
"Whatever," Mike sighed as he walked back towards the cabin door. "I'm going for a swim."
"You can't just leave!"
"I'm not planning to audition, so there's no point in me staying. And I hope you realize the downside of being captain."
"What's that?"
"If your ship goes down, the captain always go down with it." Mike slammed the door behind him as he entered the cabin. As he searched his bag for his swimsuit, Echo was silently watching him. She noticed a small book next to the bag. She smirked as Mike left wearing his swimsuit.
Confessional: Echo (Screaming Gophers)
"I know what I'll do in the talent show!" She gave an evil laugh.
End Confessional
Sadie and Katie were dancing in front of the Killer Bass. After they finished, Courtney could only face-palm. "That was weak!" Sugar told them.
"You'll get a chance to audition later, Sugar," Phoebe told her. "Let's see...Anne-Maria tried to sing, Dakota tried to act, Sam did a video game demo...so far, so good. I think."
"Video games and acting won't do us any good," Jo scoffed, "and Helmet Head's singing broke that nerd's glasses! Next!"
Meanwhile, Owen was chugging a bottle of soda pop. "Are you gonna audition?" Trent asked Gwen.
"Doubtful," she replied. "But you should. I heard you at the dock the other night. You're really good." After Owen finished, he began to burp the alphabet. "A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-ZED!" he belched. All the guys cheered after he was finished. "Yes!" Owen exclaimed.
"That was excellent, man," Trent told him.
"Well, you're not going to do that in the contest," Heather complained, "That's disgusting!"
"Do you know how hard it is to burp the alphabet in one go?"
"I can also toot Beethoven's Fifth," Owen told everyone as he bent down to fart. The girls, minus Helga, recoiled in disgust. Gwen walked off with her book. "Where are you going?" Heather asked her.
"Anywhere that's not here," she replied as she clutched her book.
"Hey, Helga," Rodney told her. "You think Owen's burp was impressive? Watch this!" He let out a burp right in front of her face. "What do you think? Impressive?" Helga just let out a roar strong enough to knock everyone back some. "Ginger Boy does not belch in Helga's face!" she shouted. "Or any face except enemy! Glupyy mal'chik!"
"Words that Helga has," Rodney stuttered. "Strong and beauty, it's..." He sighed. Scarlett gave him a confused look.
Confessional: Scarlett (Screaming Gophers)
"He thinks Helga calling him a 'silly boy' is romantic? This is why I don't do romance. It's too illogical."
End Confessional
Tyler was doing a yo-yo trick, which ended with him getting wrapped up with it. Courtney just shook her head. "Good try," Phoebe told him.
"Another dud act is more like it," Jo muttered. "Along with Cowboy's lasso trick and Dirt Boy's rat-hunting and Crazy's..." She pointed to a smoldering mess that Luna was dancing in. "We need better acts now! Next!"
Heather and Echo were doing a ballet dance together. Heather wore a pink dress with a tutu while Echo had a blue tight-fitting dress. After they were finished, everyone gave a round of applause. "Thank you," Heather told them. She nodded to Lindsay, Beth and Sierra. "I vote for Heather and Echo to be in the contest," Lindsay spoke up.
"I second that!" Beth agreed.
"We get to do a duo together?!" Echo squealed.
"Guys, how sweet!" Heather gushed. "I guess that means I'm in and I lead the duo, Echo. Got it?"
"Of course, Heather! I'll go and practice while you finish the auditions for the talent show." Echo danced towards the cabin. While everyone had their backs turned, she sneaked into the boys' side of the cabin. She rummaged through a duffel bag until she found what she was looking for. "Perfect," she muttered as she pulled out a small book. She zipped up the bag, slipped the book into the pocket of her dress, opened a window, and darted out, closing the window behind her.
Sugar stepped up next. She wore a white top, pink shorts, a pink cap wore backwards, and a cow bell around her like a necklace. As she started to perform, everyone except for Austin covered their ears as she sang. "Silo Sugar's gonna win this thing!" she sang. "It'll taste sweeter than a candy ring! Sugar HOLLLAAAHHHH!"
"Off the stage!" Jo barked.
"Anne-Maria's singing was better," Alejandro agreed. "Um, who's next?"
"Next is Destiny," Phoebe read off her clipboard. "But I think we can all agree that she's already in. Where is she, anyway?"
"Here I am!" Destiny answered off-screen. Everyone turned to her. Destiny now had a red-and-black swirled sleeveless top, a black skirt, red go-go boots, a maroon choker, spade earrings, and black eye shadow, mascara and red lip gloss. She held her guitar and strummed it. "I'm ready to rock!" she announced.
"No need to audition, Desi," Greg told her. "We all voted and decided you're in the show."
"Yay! Now all I have to do is decide what song to play. So many choices!"
"Grab my MP3 player. I'm sure you'll find a good song on there." Destiny skipped away. Meanwhile with the Gophers, Max had finished playing a tune on his French horn. Everyone clapped afterward. "Thank you," Max said as he took a bow.
"Why doesn't everyone take five?" Heather told everyone. As everyone walked off, Lindsay was held back. "I need you to do something," Heather told her. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Oh, my gosh, definitely!" Lindsay replied. "My sister got diarrhea once on a date. I had to bring her toilet paper because the restaurant was all out and she was stuck in the bathroom and I never told a soul." She looked at the camera. "Oops. Sorry, Paula."
"Gwen's up to something serious," Heather told her as she passed her a walkie-talkie. "I want you to follow her and report back to me." Lindsay was watching Gwen through her binoculars. "Serious?" she scoffed as she watched Gwen write in her book. "Yeah, seriously boring!" She turned and saw Tyler walking back. "Ooh, that's not boring!"
DJ was doing a ribbon dance for the Killer Bass. After he finished, everyone clapped except for Courtney and Jo. "Really?" Jo scoffed.
"Better than nothing," Courtney countered. "Sign him up. Next."
"Me!" Bridgette told her. "I can stand on my hands for twenty minutes. Watch!" She began to walk on her hands.
"Maybe if you were a monkey, that'd be cute," Jo commented. "Come on, we need better acts. Next!" Harold walked up. He was about to do something but Jo just told him, "Next!"
"You'll get your moment to shine," Dawn assured him.
"Let's see..." Phoebe said as she looked down at her clipboard. "We tried Dawn's tea-leaf-reading, B's mechanical building, Brick's dancing..."
"That wasn't dancing," Jo laughed. "That was stomping!"
"That leaves Courtney, Greg, Beardo, Alejandro, Shawn, Geoff, me, you, Sky and Dave."
"Dave and Sky said they weren't going to audition," Courtney told Phoebe.
"Why not?"
"Dave didn't have anything, and Sky said hers was too gross for Chef."
"Well, let's just hope for the best." Meanwhile, Heather was trying to talk to Lindsay over the walkie-talkie. "Lindsay, come in!" she ordered. However, Lindsay and Tyler were busy making out. "What did you find? Over. Lindsay, where are you?!"
"On my way back! Under!" Lindsay quickly replied as Tyler handed her the walkie-talkie. Meanwhile, Geoff was doing a skateboarding routine that everyone cheered at. "So, the line-up will be Geoff's skateboarding, DJ's ribbon-dancing, Destiny's performance and your solo," Phoebe told Courtney.
"But what about me?" Shawn asked the girls. "I've got a pretty cool talent here!"
"Surviving the 'zombie apocalypse' doesn't count as a talent," Courtney informed him. "Besides, we already have our acts."
"I'm gonna be on TV, man!" Geoff exclaimed with joy.
"You're already on TV, Geoff," Bridgette told him.
"Oh, yeah." He went closer to the camera. "Hello out there, dudes!"
"Guy's nice," Greg said, "but he's not exactly the brightest flame burning."
"Neither is Destiny," Jo shot back, making Greg glare at her.
"Where is she, anyway?" Phoebe asked. A shrill scream from the cabin caught everyone's attention. Phoebe, Greg, Bridgette, Shawn and Courtney ran over to see Destiny in shambles. "What happened?" Phoebe wondered.
"I went to get a snack," Destiny explained, "So I set my guitar on my bed, and when I came back, someone swiped it! I can't be in the talent show now!" She began to cry.
"Can't you sing without your guitar?" Courtney asked her.
"It's not the same!"
"It's true," Greg explained. "Destiny prefers 'lead guitarist' over 'lead vocalist' any day. Desi, don't cry. Your make-up will..." Destiny lifted her head to show that her make-up was smeared and messed up. "Be ruined," Greg finished.
"We'll find it!" Phoebe assured them.
"But we don't have time!" Courtney argued. "The show starts in a few hours! With Destiny out, who'll fill the slot?" Shawn pointed to himself. "Fine," Courtney sighed. "I guess you're in."
"Who would take Destiny's guitar?" Bridgette wondered. Just outside, Scott was smirking.
Confessional: Scott (Killer Bass)
He held up Destiny's guitar. "One good act out of the way, and we'll be heading to the bonfire tonight. Then I'll pin the theft on someone else. Maybe Phoebe. Or Sugar. Those Bass won't know what hit them!"
End Confessional
Izzy was doing a dance for the guys. "I call this," she told them, "The Dance of the Rattlesnake!" Owen was hypnotized by Izzy's dancing. "She's good," Owen whispered to Trent. Beth then did a fire-twirling thing for the Gophers. "Are you sure this is safe?" Jasmine exclaimed.
"It's okay," Beth assured. "I've been practicing." She tossed the batons in the air. Everyone had to dive for cover as the flaming baton crashed back down. "I kinda missed the catching class," Beth meekly explained as the girls glared at her.
"Guys?" Sol spoke up. "The bush is on fire." He pointed to a bush that was on fire due to Beth's baton. Justin stepped out with a pair of aviator sunglasses and a fire extinguisher. He quickly put the fire out. Leshawna passed him a water bottle. He took off his shirt before drinking the water, letting a drop fall on his chest, which steamed when it landed. Nearly all the girls and Owen gushed at him. "Okay," Heather decided. "So I think it's me and Echo, Trent, and...Justin. Any objections?" Everyone nodded no.
"Hold it," Leonard told them. "We need four acts. You only have three."
"Fine. Who's the last act? Ella could sing."
"That's a sweet offer," Ella told her. "But I want everyone else to have a chance to perform. I think Leonard could do some magic."
"Marvelous!" Leonard exclaimed.
"Fine," Heather sighed. "Just don't mess up." Meanwhile, Gwen was still writing in her book when Cody strutted up. "What do you got there?" he asked her. "A journal?"
"Beat it," Gwen told him.
"Oh, I get it. It's private, huh? I'm down with that. It's cool, bro." He leaned towards Gwen. "What part of 'beat it' don't you understand?" Gwen told him. She turned back to her journal. Cody sniffed her hair. "What are you, some kind of freak?" Gwen asked as she stood up.
"You just smell really pretty," Cody replied as he rubbed his arm.
"It's just soap." Gwen walked over to where Trent was practicing his guitar. She looked down at the scorched ground. "I won't even ask!" she muttered as she walked on, with Cody following her. Lindsay tapped Heather on the shoulder as Gwen and Cody went on the porch. "Look!" Heather teased. "The first hook-up of the season!" Gwen looked at Cody, who was holding the door for her. "Oh, yeah," she sarcastically replied. "We are going at it big time. I need a swim just to cool off." She slammed the door behind her before coming back out with her swimsuit.
"Gwen!" Trent called out. "I'll come with you."
"Sure," Gwen replied. "I mean, whatever." The duo walked off. Lindsay was about to follow when Heather stopped her. "You, stay here," she ordered. "We have a diary to find." Back on the stage, Courtney was practicing her solo on her violin, DJ and Duncan were playing cards, and Geoff was fixing his skateboard. "So, can you really stand on your hands for twenty minutes?" Geoff asked Bridgette.
"Wanna bet that I can't?" she asked back while holding a chocolate bar.
"Oh, you're on!"
"I'll take a piece of that action!" Harold joined in.
"That's nearly impossible!" Greg put in as he and Destiny walked on-stage. "Managed to help Desi by letting her listen to my MP3 player for a while."
"Ante up, guys," Bridgette told everyone. Soon, a pile of candy and cash were set on the table. Bridgette got on her hands and began to slowly walk towards Courtney. "Careful!" she warned her.
"She's really doing it!" Austin said with surprise. Unknown to everyone, Scott had hidden behind a crate. As Bridgette walked over towards a rope, he cut it with a pocket knife. The light held by the rope fell down towards Courtney. "Oh, no!" Bridgette gasped once she got back on her feet. Courtney's violin was now crushed.
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"Cow patties!" Austin cursed. "No more fiddle!"
"I'm so sorry, Courtney!" Bridgette apologized. "One of my legs must have gotten caught on the ropes and undid them!"
"I warned you to be careful!" Courtney yelled at Bridgette.
"I wouldn't say that," Greg told the girls. He held up the rope. "See those frayed ends? That means the line didn't come undone. Someone cut it. First Desi's guitar gets swiped, now someone cut the line to get Courtney out of the talent show...two incidents both made to get our best talents out. It wasn't an accident, and I don't believe in coincidences. Someone's sabotaging us!"
"Really?" DJ asked. "But who?"
"Has to be someone on the Gophers," Duncan plainly said. "Who else would gain from sabotaging us?" In the shadows, Scott was smirking.
Confessional: Scott (Killer Bass)
"Looks like those losers are on the wrong trail. They think the other team did it when it was really me!" He laughed until he began choking on a bug.
End Confessional
Heather and Lindsay were on the porch. "You stand guard," Heather told Lindsay. "And remember, if you see Gwen, warn me." She walked inside while Lindsay stood on the porch. Meanwhile, Gwen and Trent were sitting on the dock. "Sometimes I just need to get anyway from everyone, you know?" Gwen asked. "I mean, it's like they're all driving me crazy. Well, almost everyone." She blushed at Trent as she finished. A bubbling from the water caught her attention. "Hi, guys," Mike said as he surfaced.
"Do you mind?"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to intrude on your, um, moment. I'll just go."
"Why are you here, anyway?"
"Frankly, I don't like most of the people on my team. With some exceptions."
"Let me guess: one of the exceptions is a red-head." Mike began to blush at this. Suddenly, a rumbling noise spooked everyone. "CANNONBALL!" Owen cried out as he, Rodney and Cody ran up and dove into the water, splashing Gwen and hurling Mike up on the dock. "I hate this place!" Gwen cried out as she stormed off.
"Nice going, guys," Trent told the trio of boys in the water.
"Yeah, nice going," Mike agreed. "I think I'm going to leave this crazy train here and dry off!" He stormed off, as well.
Heather was still searching the cabin for Gwen's journal. "Okay," she thought. "If I was a secret diary, where would I be stashed?" Outside, Lindsay was playing with her hair when Gwen came by. "Hi, Gwen," she told her. "Oh, Gwen! It's you! Hi!" Heather, hearing her, started to panic. "What are you doing here outside the cabin, Gwen?"
"Trying to get inside," Gwen told her.
"Oh, you're trying to get into the cabin!" Heather finally found Gwen's diary. "Yes!" she muttered. "She is so dead!" She hid it in her pocket. Gwen kept trying to get inside but Lindsay kept blocking her. "I know judo!" she warned Gwen.
"Don't be rude, Lindsay," Heather told her as she stuck her head out the doorway. "Gwen, did you have a good swim?"
"What are you two doing?" Gwen asked her. Mike walked up next to Gwen. "Mike, can you get her and her friend out of here?" Gwen asked him.
"With pleasure," he replied. He shook off, splattering water on Heather and Lindsay. "Gross!" Heather moaned as the she and Lindsay walked off.
"Thanks, Mike," Gwen told him.
"No problem," Mike replied. "It's people like Heather that just drives me crazy!"
"Hey, did you take my advice about keeping a journal?"
"Yeah, I did. And it seems to me that some sparks are flying between you and a certain someone."
"If you tell a soul, I'll kill you."
"Trust me, I know how to keep a secret." Back on the stage, everyone was getting ready for the talent show. Echo walked over towards Brick, who was watching everyone practice. "Brick," she pleaded, "Can I ask you for some help?"
"Of course, ma'am," he replied.
"I want to make sure everyone enjoys the talent show, but I'm afraid Mike doesn't like stuff like singing, and I don't know when Trent's coming on. I was hoping you could keep Mike away from the stands for as long as you can so everyone else can enjoy the show. Please?"
"I'll do my best, ma'am!" Brick saluted. He found Mike walking towards the stands. "Hello, Mike. Need to ask you some things. Care to go someplace where we could talk in private?"
"Fine, Cadet," Mike sighed as Brick dragged him away.
"Look," Bridgette told Courtney as she ate some chips, "I may not be as good as you, but I can do this!"
"Bridgette!" Heather told her. "Too bad about the accident. I guess you're going to get your fifteen seconds of fame after all, huh?"
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"Oh, nothing. No one would be stupid enough to sabotage your own teammate, unless they maybe felt threatened."
"Maybe that's how you Gophers operate, but the Killer Bass have more class than that. We're a team."
"Well, I guess you'll go down as a team, too. Oh, and easy on the chips. You don't wanna sink that surfboard, do you?"
"Back off, you little thief!" Destiny shot back as she got up to the stage. Her make-up was still smeared. "We Bass don't resort to low plays, but it seems you Gophers do!"
"What happened to you? Looks like you were close to the highway, since that's where most accidents happen." Destiny threw Bridgette's bag of chips at Heather's face.
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"What a bunch of losers. It's so easy, it's almost not fun. Almost."
End Confessional
"It's the TDI Talent Extravaganza!" Chris announced. "Welcome to the first-ever Camp Wawanakwa talent contest, where eight acts will be showcased, and hopefully, the campers won't humiliate themselves. First up for the Screaming Gophers is Justin!" Everyone applauded. A spotlight was shined on Justin. He did some poses and finished off with pulling a rope that splattered water on him. He smiled at the audience.
Confessional: Owen (Screaming Gophers)
"There are two syllables for hot: Just and Tin. Man, that guy is so hot I could kiss him! Because he's a good teammate! Oh, why did I say that?"
End Confessional
"Okay, I don't know what that was," Chris said as he applauded Justin, "but dang, you've got some moves, dude!" The Chef-o-meter gave him six points out of nine, making the Screaming Gophers cheer. "First up for the Killer Bass, make some noise for the big guy, DJ!" DJ began his ribbon dance. He was doing good until the ribbon got caught in his feet. He managed to get free and finish his routine. "Dainty and yet masculine," Chris commented. "Let's see what Grand Master Chef thinks." The Chef-o-meter gave him two points out of nine. "Not much. So with two down and six acts to go, it's the Screaming Gophers screaming ahead. Up next is Leonard with his assistant, Helga!"
"Go, Helga!" Rodney cheered. Leonard appeared and Helga, in a shimmering blue satin dress, grumbled as she went next to him. "Helga look silly!" she told Leonard.
"You won't wear it long," Leonard assured her. He waved his staff, and Helga's original clothes were back on her. "You may walk back to the others now," Leonard told her. As she stomped back, Leonard waved his staff again. Helga was surprised to see herself walking on air. "Thought you might need a hand," Leonard told her as she floated her down into Rodney's lap. "Finished!" The Screaming Gophers, minus Rodney and Helga, applauded Leonard.
"Impressive," Chris told him. The Chef-o-meter gave him five points out of nine. "And it looks like Chef thinks so, too. Up for the Killer Bass is Shawn." Shawn walked up to the stage. He wore a white tank top instead of his usual shirt and vest. "Hi," he spoke. "I will be performing an armpit serenade."
"A what now?" Alejandro wondered.
"You know, where you perform a classical piece with your armpit?"
"This I gotta see," Scott sneered. Shawn began to play a classical piece with his armpit. "That is impressive!" Owen cried out.
"That is so beautiful!" Ella gushed.
"That is completely disgust-WHOA!" Amy cried out as she was flipped out of her seat. After Shawn finished, the Killer Bass and some of the Screaming Gophers cheered. "That was something else, Shawn!" Chris announced. The Chef-o-meter gave him six points out of nine. "And your performance is keeping the Killer Bass alive!"
"That was great, Shawn!" Courtney told him as he walked backstage. "Gross, but impressive."
"It was the first time I tried it," Shawn replied.
"Really?"
"Well, in public."
"Next on deck, Trent," Chris announced. "Take it away, my bro."
"This one goes out to someone special here at camp," Trent said before he began to sing. "They say that we've only got summer, and I say that's really a bummer. But we'll swim in the sun and have lots of fun. It'll just be the two of us. Nothing to do, just hey. So let me say only this. Stick around for just one kiss." Everyone clapped after Trent was done. "I like your style, dude!" Chris told him. The Chef-o-meter gave him five points out of nine. "And so does Grand Master Chef!" Trent waved to the audience. "Okay, quit hogging my light." Chris pushed him away. "Only three acts left to go! And the Killer Bass are totally losing. Let's hear it for Bridgette!"
"Are you sure you can handle the stage?" Destiny asked. Bridgette's stomach growled. "Definitely," she told her. "No, I'm great." Destiny and Courtney could only bite their lips. Bridgette walked on her hands to the stage. She let out a burp. She then burped again before puking. "Oh, my!" Destiny gasped as Courtney gagged. Bridgette continued to puke, spraying Owen, Katie, Sadie, Leshawna, Amy and Samey. "Ew!" Amy cried out. "I'm covered in puke! I look like you, Samey!"
"Sorry!" Samey meekly told her. Bridgette slipped on the puke and landed in Tyler's lap. "Puke on your own boyfriend!" Lindsay shouted.
"On your own what, Lindsay?" Heather asked her.
"I didn't say boyfriend!"
"Cleanup in Aisle Three, Four, Five and Six!" Chris nasally announced as he carefully walked around the puke. "In the meantime, we'll take a short break to hose the joint down."
Confessional: Bridgette (Killer Bass)
"Going home won't be so bad." She wiped away a tear. "I can always work at the Surf Shack."
End Confessional
"Welcome back to TDI's Talent Extravaganza!" Chris announced. "Okay, so in a strange turn of events, Bridgette's chunk-blowing fest registered two thumbs-up from Grand Master Chef." The Chef-o-meter gave Bridgette two points out of nine. "But, it's not enough to pull ahead of the Screaming Gophers who hold the lead with Trent's love song. So, without further delay, here it is now, Heather and Echo!" The duo walked out onto the stage and sat down on some stools. "Originally, we were...gonna dance," Echo meekly announced, "But Heather insisted we do something to celebrate team spirit."
"Yes," Heather agreed. "With a little collaboration." She held up Gwen's diary. "She wouldn't!" Gwen breathed. She slouched down in embarrassment.
"So, with words by Gwen, performance by me and Echo, enjoy. 'Okay, so I'm trying to ignore him, but he's just so cute! If they had custom-ordered a guy to be a distraction for me here, it would have been McHottie! We just totally connect. He's pretty much one of the few people to relate to here, and I know it's a cliche, but I love guys who play guitar." Gwen just stood mouth agape. "Wait," Cody realized, "I don't play guitar." He looked at Trent holding his guitar. Gwen quickly ran off as Heather smirked. "Echo, this is supposed to be a duet!" Heather told her.
"I saw you bringing something to read," Echo stuttered, "So I thought I should, too." She pulled out Mike's blue book. Meanwhile, Mike was walking away from Brick, who kept asking him stuff. "What kinds of sweets do you like?" he asked him. "Chocolate? Cheesecake?"
"If you ask another question, I'll sock you to Mercury!" Mike bitterly replied. "At this rate, I'll miss Trent performing."
"But Echo said you hated music."
"I don't hate it; I just-" He saw Gwen running into the cabin. "Something is wrong here," Mike muttered. "Come on, Brick!" The boys ran to see Echo reading from Mike's book. "'I know I despise sweets'," she read, "'but I can't forget that girl! She swarms around my thoughts like a wasp, easing my fights against my...personal demons every time she walks by and smiles.'"
"No," Mike breathed. Brick gave him a confused look.
"'If I was able, I would trade all my teeth just to make sure that I could always see her cherry-red locks, even for a brief moment.'," Echo finished. "Thank you."
"Cherry locks?" Rodney wondered. He looked at Zoey, who was holding her red pigtails with worry.
"Sounds like someone likes Zoey," Brick commented. He noticed Mike was blushing with embarrassment. "Wait. That book...was yours?!" Mike ran off.
"Well, then, it's down to the final act of the night," Chris announced. "Can Geoff and his rad stunts turn it around? I seriously doubt it. Let's find out." Geoff was backstage with Bridgette, Courtney and Destiny. He hopped onto his skateboard, which broke. "Kinda wreaks the ride," he muttered.
"Did Sabby Tar strike again?" Destiny wondered.
"It's 'saboteur'," Courtney corrected.
"Now what?" Bridgette asked. "We have to send someone out there or we'll lose!"
"Katie and Sadie are covered in barf!"
"Tyler, Sugar and Anne-Maria stink. What can Duncan do again?"
"Carve a picture of his own skull into a tree? What are we going to do?!"
"I know! I know!" Destiny told them. "Let me pick the closing act!" They looked at her. Soon, Harold and Beardo were in front of some microphones. "Just go for it, guys," Courtney told them. "What have you got to lose?"
"You can rock this!" Destiny encouraged. Harold began to beat-box, with Beardo joining in soon after. "Booyah," Harold spoke after finishing. Everyone stood in silence, then erupted with applause. The Chef-o-meter gave them nine points out of nine. "Wicked beat-boxing, dudes!" Chris told them. "Check it out. Grand Master Chef has declared his winner. Even though they held the lead, the Screaming Gophers have been trampled by the Killer Bass."
"We won, Scott!" Phoebe told him. "Isn't that great?!"
"Great," he replied as he forced a smile.
Confessional: Scott (Killer Bass)
He screamed in anger.
End Confessional
"And as for the Screaming Gophers," Chris announced, "Pick your favorite loser. I'll be seeing your butts at the bonfire for the third time in a row."
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"People thought I was mean to Gwen. Whatever. All I needed were more votes against Justin. Lindsay, Beth and Sierra were easy, Izzy's just crazy, and Owen? Piece of cake."
Confessional: Owen (Screaming Gophers)
He was eating some cake. "Piece of cake."
Confessional: Echo (Screaming Gophers)
"It was no accident that I 'accidentally' read Mike's little book of secrets out loud. And with my 'Little Miss Sunshine' facade, I'll divert people away from me and towards Justin. Heather may still be useful to shove under a bus one day."
End Confessionals
At the bonfire ceremony, all the Screaming Gophers were gathered. "Kudos to you all for an incredible night of entertaining." Everyone but Heather, Justin and Echo were standing with their marshmallow. "Music, drama, magic, barfing. There are only two marshmallows left on my plate. Justin, you reminded us all that looks matter a lot. Echo, you partnered up with a suspicious act. And Heather, you'll full of surprises. But reading another chick's diary out loud to the entire world? Man, that is wack! No kidding, that's really messed up, dude."
"Oh, please," Heather scoffed. "Just hand me a marshmallow already!"
"Justin, I personally believe that this is very wrong, but tonight, hotness just wasn't enough. The final marshmallows go to...Echo...and Heather." Gwen and Mike glared at them.
Confessional: Justin (Screaming Gophers)
"They'll regret voting me off. This show's gonna get 80% less handsome." He bumped his head against the wall. "Okay, seventy-nine!"
End Confessional
"Time to catch the Boat of Losers, brah," Chris told him. Justin walked with his head down. "Later, brah," Heather teased.
Confessional: Gwen (Screaming Gophers)
"If that evil little cow thinks she's getting away with this, she has another thing coming."
Confessional: Mike (Screaming Gophers)
"If Little Miss Sunshine thinks nobody will notice through her veil and see her evil, well guess what? I noticed, and I fight back!"
End Confessionals
Mike and Gwen knocked on the door of the boys' side of the Killer Bass cabin. Harold and Brick opened it up. "Hi, Mike," Brick greeted. "Uh, are you still ticked about...you know?"
"Harold," Gwen asked, ignoring him, "Did you say you brought a red ant farm with you?"
"Yes," Harold replied.
"Yep, you two are mad," Brick muttered as he backed away. A few minutes later, Heather, in pink shorts and a white shirt with a bunny on it; and Echo, in a black nightgown and blue slippers; were running out of the cabin, screaming as red ants crawled over them. Mike laughed as he saw them. "Sweet dreams, everyone," Gwen chuckled as she laid in bed.
Well, here it is! Took a bit, but here it is! I know a few of you thought Sugar might leave, but personally, I prefer the canon boot with this chapter, since I really didn't see any plans for Justin. But I did make some changes to the episode, such as Scott silently sabotaging the Bass acts, Echo reading a journal Mike kept out loud, and Beardo joining Harold while they beat-boxed.
The next chapter will be based on season four, episode two. I'll try my best to get it out soon, but I'm not making any guarantees. Until next time, this is Dunsparce519 saying enjoy and have a happy autumn!