It was the next morning. In the boys' side of the Bass cabin, Duncan had got up and started doing push-ups when he smelled a dirty pair of underwear, startling him and wakening the others. "What now?" Austin moaned as he pulled the pillow over his head.
"Not cool, Harold, man," Duncan told him, "Not cool."
"Those aren't mine," Harold defended.
"Oh, right. You're always leaving your undies lying around."
"No, I'm not. Gosh!"
"Yeah, you are, dude," Geoff told him as he, Scott and Austin went next to Duncan.
"You have absolutely no proof."
"No one else wears that kind," Scott told him.
"And your ma sewed your name on the label," Austin put in.
"Whatever," Harold told them. "I'm going for a shower!" He grabbed a towel and walked off. "Don't forget to clean the skid maker," Duncan told him. "I think Harold needs to be taught a lesson, boys. Who's with me?"
"YEAH!" Geoff, Austin and Scott shouted as the boys all high-fived each other. Soon, everyone was at the beach. "Today's challenge will test your minds," Chris began, "Your teamwork, and your skills in the kitchen. You'll be cooking a three-course meal and serving it to me for tasting. The winners get a reward; the losers will send somebody home. Each team will appoint a head chef to create the theme of the meal and to oversee the cooking. To cook, you need ingredients." A truck surfaced from the water. "Every mornng, a truck brings us food. Today's task starts there." Geoff and DJ opened the back doors. "We could do a killer Italian theme!" Geoff realized.
"Hello, head chef," Duncan replied.
"Seriously?! Then let's get grabbin'!" The Bass began to get their supplies. The Gophers were walking towards the truck. "Head chef! Called it!" Heather declared. She turned to Beth. "Try not to screw up this time, okay?" Beth gasped before nodding. "Just ignore her, girl," Leshawna told her as Heather walked off.
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"I had to take the leadership role. Hello! We're on a losing streak! And really, everyone else on the team is pretty useless."
End Confessional
"Sweet!" Geoff exclaimed. "Let's hit the road!" He and his teammates carried their supplies off while the Gophers collected theirs. "Leshawna and Ella, mangoes," Heather ordered. "Beth and Zoey, pineapples. Lindsay and Rodney, macadamias. Trent and Topher, molasses. Gwen and Helga, tomatoes." Heather noticed that Mike was still in the van. "Mike, move it! she ordered.
"Maybe I could grab one little ham," Mike drooled as he reached out towards the hams. Heather just dragged him away. In the kitchen, the Bass were setting down all their ingredients on the table. "Let's see..." Geoff began as he toyed with a can of tomato sauce. "We've got three courses to make, and a bunch of people." He tossed the can to Harold, who caught it. "How about three people for each course?"
"DJ and I know how to make pasta sauce," Austin volunteered.
"I know how to boil pasta," Bridgette put in. The duo shared a high-five. "Me, Greg and Destiny can rock the antipasto," Harold offered. "I'm, like, a black belt when it comes to cutting cheese." Most of his teammates giggled at this. "What? What?!"
"I don't get the giggle fest, either," Destiny told him. "So, it's all chool."
"Chill plus cool," Greg whispered to Harold.
"And the three of us are on dessert detail!" Scott announced as he pulled Courtney and Duncan over.
"I'm cool with that," Duncan replied.
"Oh, no," Courtney protested. "No way!"
"Come on, Courtney," Geoff told her. "For the team." The guys batted their eyes.
Confessional: Courtney (Killer Bass)
"He's totally unmotivated, and he never washes his hands! He's so obnoxious." The tape fast-forwarded some. "Owning sunglasses doesn't automatically make you 'cool'." The tape fast-forwarded some more. "People like that are so annoying. I mean, honestly, who does that? And don't even get me started on his hair."
End Confessional
In the boys' side of the Bass cabin, Geoff was collecting all the underwear off the floor and putting them into a bag. He then gave a thumbs-up to Austin, nodded as he filled his pot with water. "Where do want the water, Bridgette?" he asked. He splashed the water onto Harold, soaking his pants. "Hey!" Harold complained. "Smooth move, Dork-ahontas."
"Oh, bummer," Geoff told him as he and Bridgette walked over to him. "Better go change, dude." As Harold walked off, Geoff and Austin shared a small laugh as Bridgette rolled her eyes.
Meanwhile, Heather was busy telling everyone what they should do. "Gwen, Lindsay and Amy, you're on the citrus macadamia upside-down cake flambe," she ordered.
"Know how to make an upside-down flamer thingy?" Lindsay asked Gwen and Samey. Owen bumped into Heather and dropped the bag of oranges he held. "Go back to the truck and get more oranges," Heather ordered.
"I'm on it!" Owen replied as he walked out. Heather sighed before turning to Rodney, who held a tray of ribs. "Rodney, you, Owen and Trent are on ribs. Leshawna, Beth and Echo, you're on pineapple skewers and mango dip."
"Girl, let me handle the appetizers," Leshawna replied. "I know how to make a pineapple chutney that'll melt the socks off the devil!"
"Oh, really? That's so great! But since I'm head chef, we're going to stick with my plan, and my plan is pineapples with sticks in them, got it?!" Back at the Bass cabin, Harold was searching for a pair of underwear. "Shirt, shirt, shirt," he muttered as he tossed the shirts away. He then pulled out a red speedo. "Looks like it's your time to shine!"
"Hey, Heather," Sierra spoke up, "Could I maybe have a job, please?"
"What do you want?" Heather lashed back. "We already have-" She noticed Mike drooling at the plate of ribs. "Okay, you want a job? Your job is to get him away from the ribs."
"You got it!" Sierra saluted. She screamed as she tackled Mike. "I just wanted one bite!" he protested as Sierra tossed him outside and slammed the door shut.
Confessional: Sierra (Screaming Gophers)
"According to my research, Mike is a HUGE carnivore, uh-huh. That means if we wanna win, that means he has to stay away from the meat!"
Confessional: Echo (Screaming Gophers)
"That little scene is just what I need to convince everyone to boot Mike! I'll set him up to take the blame, but I need to get Sierra out of the picture first. How do I do that? Hmm..."
End Confessionals
Outside, Owen was running back with his crate of oranges when he crashed into a tree. A wasp nest fell onto him, and the wasps began to sting him over and over, making Owen scream in pain.
Back at the kitchen, Geoff was testing the pasta water when he noticed Bridgette dicing some tomatoes. He walked over to her. "You look good when you're cooking dinner," he told her. "Kinda like my friend Evan's really hot mom."
"Excuse me?" Bridgette lashed back.
"Geoff," DJ interrupted, "Why don't you get us some more tomatoes, dude?"
"Sure thing, bud," Geoff answered. "Later, Bridge." As he walked off, Bridgette just rolled her eyes. "Don't worry," Greg assured her as he walked by, "He's not the brightest flame burning, but he means well. Kinda like Desi." He nodded to Destiny, who was busy singing a tune while cutting some veggies. "Baby, we built this house on memories," she sang as she diced a tomato, "Take my picture now, shake it til you see it." She then waltzed over to Greg and Bridgette. "And when your fantasies become your legacy," she continued, "Promise me a place...in your house of memories." She grabbed Greg's arm and began to dance with him, vocalizing as she danced. "Careful, Desi," Greg warned her. Bridgette just giggled at the sight.
Confessional: Bridgette (Killer Bass)
"Destiny certainly knows how to make someone's stress just melt away." She hummed a little. "But she also cause some major earworms. Man, that song's still stuck in my head. At least she's not off-key."
End Confessional
Gwen and Helga were watching Trent and Rodney put the glaze on the ribs when Owen burst through the doors. "Hey, guys!" he told them. "I'm back! Heads up!" He tossed the crate at them, knocking Trent, Rodney and Helga out cold. "Oops," Owen apologized.
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"Things are perfectly, except for Owen's hornet stings and Trent, Rodney and Helga's concussions, which means they're out of today's challenge. But still, this challenge is totally ours!" She put a hand to her forehead.
End Confessional
"Looks like we need someone else to help with the ribs," Heather told her team as Helga, Rodney and Trent were taken outside. "Any takers?"
"I could help," Mike volunteered. He was outside at the window. "Yep, just me alone with those scrumptious ribs!"
"Well..." Zoey began but Sierra was already walking towards the duo. "New rule!" she shouted. She slammed the window shut, making Mike fall over. "The window stays closed!"
"Fine," Heather reluctantly agreed. "Zoey and Cody, you're on rib duty now."
"Okay, Heather," Cody replied. With the Bass, Duncan was busy rolling the pastry while Courtney made the filling. "Careful your big paws don't mash the pastry," Courtney told him.
"Careful your uptight butt doesn't curdle the custard," Duncan shot back.
"Oh, ha, ha." She turned and gave a cry of disgust. Harold had came back, now wearing his red speedo. "Okay, who took all my shorts?" he asked. Austin and Geoff were trying to hold back their laughter. Chris walked by the door and looked at the Bass before he cringed at Harold in his new clothes. "Three hours and counting, guys," he told them.
Meanwhile, Cody was putting some herbs on the ribs. Echo saw this before walking over to Sierra. "Hey, Sierra," she whispered to her, "Cody needs something out of the closet. I think it was anise. Could you get it for him?"
"Anything for my Codykins!" Sierra gushed. She ran into the closet and looked around. "I can't find it," she told Echo.
"Keep looking," Echo told her. "It's for Cody, remember?" Unknown to Sierra, Echo had closed the door and quietly locked it.
Beth was slicing the pineapple when Heather walked over. "These slices are totally uneven," she told her. "Switch places with Leshawna." Beth walked over but Leshawna held her back. "What are you talking about?" Leshawna told Heather. "They look fine to me."
"Um, I didn't get to be head chef because of poor presentation!" Heather argued.
"No, you got to be head chef because you called it. And who do you think you're fooling with this crispy-white apron power trip you're on?"
"Are you a team player or not?!"
"Ooh, I'm a team player, alright, but I'm also allergic to pineapple!"
"Just get slicing. Now!" Leshawna began to slice. "Two-faced," she muttered, "Bossy little-" She lifted her hands, which were now swollen and red. "Ugh! Yo, what do you recommend about this?"
"Yo, I suggest you scratch after we win," Heather told her. "Get back to work." As she walked off, Leshawna had to be held back by Gwen, Lindsay, Beth and Samey.
Meanwhile, Harold was busy slicing a sausage while Geoff, Scott and Austin looked on. "Dude, you've got to put some clothes on," Geoff told him with a giggle. "It's unsanitary to cook in something so...small."
"So give me back my pants, then!" Harold told them.
"Harold's right," Duncan told the guys as he walked over. He went to Harold. "If you go in the cabin, you'll find a clean pair of underwear and shorts waiting." As Harold ran off, he didn't noticed the boys laughing. He soon found a pair of underwear on his bed. "That's more like it," he said. Unknown to him, Duncan had put hot sauce in them. As Harold slipped his new underwear on, he felt something burning. "My biscuits are burning!" he shouted. He ran to the dock and jumped in the water, releasing some steam. "Ah..." he sighed. "Idiots!"
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With the Gophers, Lindsay and Samey were looking at their cake when Heather walked by. "What's wrong?" she asked them.
"Uh, we used all the flambe start," Lindsay explained, "But it won't flambe!"
"Nothing happened when you lit it?"
"Oh!"
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"It's like talking to an eggplant."
End Confessional
"Pay attention, girls," Heather explained to Lindsay, Samey and Gwen. "This is how you flambe. Step one: pour the flambe liquid, which you did managed. Step two of two: light it." She flicked on a lighter and lit the cake, but it exploded in her face. Gwen and Samey tried to hold back their laughter. Heather grabbed a pan and saw her reflection and noticed her eyebrows were now gone. "My eyebrows!" she screamed. "Owen!"
"Is it finally lunch time?" he asked as he hurried over.
"No. Go get my make-up bag from the cabin!"
"But...the bees..."
"Now!" Owen walked off. "Excuse me," Leshawna told Heather, "I need a bathroom break!"
"Well, evidently, I need new eyebrows, but we don't always get what we want, do we?! Oh, it's like I'm on a team of morons!"
Confessional: Leshawna (Screaming Gophers)
"Oh, that is it! Someone's gotta teach this girl a little respect."
End Confessional
Scott, Duncan and Austin applauded Harold as he walked in wearing a pink sleeveless top and a red skirt. "Nice attire," Duncan laughed.
"This was the only clean clothes left in the cabin," Harold plainly said. "So if you sickos want to see me butt-naked, hit me with your best shot."
"H-H-Harold," Greg stuttered.
"Stop leaving your butt bags all over the cabin and we'll back off," Duncan told Harold.
"I told you it wasn't me!" Harold protested.
"Well, I tried."
"Hey, guys," Geoff spoke up. "I made some sandwiches. We can chow down while we work."
"Oh, sweet!" Harold replied as he grabbed a sandwich. As he took a bite, the guys had a smirk. "This tastes like sweat and lotion," Harold commented. "It's probably the worst sandwich ever." He pulled out a pair of underwear from the bread slices after he swallowed his bite. "Gross!" he shouted. Most of the others chuckled at this. "We'll return all your shorts and panties," Austin told him, "When you admit your guilt, dude."
"I'd take that stuff off now," Greg panically advised Harold. "Otherwise, you're a dead man."
"But it's the only clean clothes I could find!" Harold argued.
"I don't care if I have to see you naked, you're taking that off!" Greg pushed Harold to the door. "Hurry!" he told him. "Get that off before-" He gasped when he noticed Destiny walking back to the kitchen. "Too late!" Greg gasped. He ducked into a barrel and closed the lid. "It was nice knowing you," he quickly told Harold as he popped up before ducking back down.
"Hi!" Destiny greeted as she pushed the door open. "I got some more onions for-" She shrieked when she saw Harold. "What in zucchini zebras are you doing in my clothes?! Greggy?!"
"I had no part in this, Desi," Greg muffled from the barrel. "I even tried to warn him."
"Get those Harold cooties out of my clothes!"
"But-" Harold protested.
"NOW!"
"I don't get the big whoop," Austin put in. "It ain't a big deal."
"Are you trying to have an early death?!" Greg warned him from the barrel.
"It's just some stupid, girly clothes!" Destiny shrieked as she suddenly lunged at Austin and Harold, and they were engaged in a brawl. Soon, she dragged Harold off as Austin, all bruised up and moaning from pain, laid on the ground.
Outside, Owen looked around before running towards the cabin. He saw the bee nest above him and tried to sneak by, but knocked over some glass bottles. He flinched before continuing, but stepped on a rake. He screamed out before falling over, and the bee nest fell on him. "Oh, come on!" he shouted. He closed the door behind him as he, now swollen with bee stings, held up Heather's make-up bag. "Don't just stand there," Heather demanded, "Give it!" Owen mumbled before he fell over and the bag flew from his hands. Heather was shoved aside as Leshawna grabbed the bag. "Beth!" she shouted as she tossed the bag. Beth then tossed the bag to Lindsay. "In the ridge!" Leshawna told her as she opened the fridge door. Heather snapped her fingers as she held out her hand. Lindsay, in a panic, tossed the bag. "Catch, Echo!" she told her, to Heather's shock.
"I got it!" Echo replied as she caught the bag. She saw Heather storming towards her. "Oops," she casually said as she tossed the bag in the fridge. Heather ran after it. Once she had it in her hands, the door was slammed shut and bolted behind her. "Hey, you can't do this!" she protested. "I'm head chef!"
"Do you think Heather's really mad at us?" Lindsay asked Leshawna.
"I WILL DESTROY YOU!" Heather shouted as she pounded at the door, leaving a few dents.
"She'll get over it," Leshawna assured. "Girl needs to learn how to chill." Unknown to them, Echo had sneaked away and opened the window.
Meanwhile, Duncan was filling the pastry up with custard. "You're such a slob," Courtney told him. "They all have to have the same amount of custard!"
"Oh, relax," Duncan replied, "They're fine. You know, you'd be a lot more fun without that pole up your butt."
"I'm, like, the most easy-going person I know!"
"Oh, yeah. You're totally laid-back." Duncan squirted some custard at Courtney. She then tossed a bowl of custard at him, and she tried to hold back a giggle. Duncan just had a blank look as she tasted the custard with a finger.
Confessional: Duncan (Killer Bass)
"Man, that girl creases me. I dig that in a chick."
Confessional: Courtney (Killer Bass)
"Duncan and me? Right! As if! I'm so sure. Not in a million years! Please. When pigs fly."
"Yo!" Leshawna shouted from outside. "You still busy protesting in there or can someone else have a turn?"
"Like I was saying, not gonna happen."
End Confessionals
Beth placed her statue she got from Boney Island in the middle of a floral pattern on the table. "Your meal is coming right up, sir," she told Chris. Geoff lit a candelabra on the table. "Back in a sec with your meal, dude," he told Chris, "I mean, sir." In the kitchen, the Gophers' food was all ready. "We might win this thing yet, y'all," Leshawna told her teammates. "Owen, guard the food. Let's do this!" As the others left the room, they didn't notice Echo turning on a fan and aiming it at the ribs, with the aroma going out the window. Outside, Mike was sighing. "Man, why couldn't I have a taste of those-?" he muttered when the aroma hit his nose. "Ribs," he drooled as he followed the scent.
In the freezer, Heather was shivering as she used a mirror and pencil to draw her eyebrows back.
"Okay," Owen said as he stared at the food. "Looking good, you guys. Really good. Oh, what's that, Mr. Ribs? You feel a bit lopsided?" He grabbed one rib and ate the meat off of it. "Oh, mama, that's good!"
"Really?" Mike asked as he stood at the window. "Let me have those, would you?"
"Um, Sierra said not to let you in the kitchen, and not to let you around the ribs." Mike just drooled and stared at the ribs. "Uh-oh, I know that look." Meanwhile, Chris had finished the antipasto plate. "Your antipasto passed the test-o," he told the Bass. "Pass the pasta, please." The pasta was passed, and he took a bite. "On a scale of one to ten, fifteen! How will the Gophers respond?" Beth put the appetizer down, and he took a bite. "Nine points there," he told the Gophers.
"Guys," Cody whispered, "I know I would be the last person to ask, but has anyone seen Sierra?"
"Probably still in the kitchen," Jasmine answered. "Leshawna, let's grab her." As the two opened the door, they gasped at the sight of the kitchen. Everything was splattered with red stains, Owen was moaning as he laid in the ground, and the ribs had been completely eaten, save for one scrap. Mike was still gnawing on one bone when he noticed the girls. "Tell me you did not just eat that entire plate of ribs!" Leshawna shouted from the kitchen as the others heard her. Owen and the plate of empty ribs were pushed out the door. "Did you eat that whole thing?" Samey asked Owen.
"Someone else got to it first," Jasmine told her as she carried Mike out by his shirt. Sierra soon followed them. "While our faithful eye went and got into the closet, Mister Munchies here ate our entire main course!"
"Not all of it," Owen told her. "I think there's a tiny chunk on that...bone over there."
"Really?" Mike gushed. Sierra just slapped his cheek. "Bad Mike!" she scolded. "Bad!" Chris ate the piece of meat. "You know what?" he decided. "I've had worse. Two points." Owen cheered. "Close, Owen, but the Bass still lead fifteen to eleven. Time for dessert." Chris first tried the Bass's pastry. "Eh, six," he decided. "The Bass has 21, so the Gophers need all ten points just to tie it up. I have to say, this dessert looks like a winner." He poked his fork in it, and it just went POOF. "Oh, that's not good," Leshawna realized. Chris took a bite, but began to choke. "Hang on there!" Owen told him as he grabbed him. He squeezed him until he coughed up the cake piece. "Yes! Got it!"
"Eww..." Beth commented.
"What the heck is this?" Chris asked.
"It's Heather's recipe," Lindsay answered. She gasped. "Oh, my gosh! She's still in the fridge!" She ran off into the kitchen. "In the fridge?" Sierra wondered.
"What?" Leshawna told Chris when he stared at her. "Girl was making everybody trip."
"Oh, I hear that," he replied. He and Owen got a look of fear. "Oh, the horror!" Owen exclaimed. Heather was now blue and had scraggly eyebrows drawn on her face. "You guys are s-s-so dead!" she shivered. "Is it over?"
"It is," Chris answered. "The Bass win 21 to 12, and it's not just cause I almost died. The ribs sank, too."
"Great. That's just great! Why do we keep losing, people?!"
"Poor us," Echo murmured. Unknown to everyone, she had a smile on her face. However, it disappeared once Heather walked over to the statue. "And what is this?" Heather asked. "I didn't approve this!"
"I-it's just a little decoration," Echo nervously explained as she stepped between her and the table.
"I brought it back as a souvenir," Beth explained as she picked up the statue. "You know, from that island we'd paddle to."
"You did what?" Heather lashed back as Echo's eyes widened.
"You mean Boney Island?" Chris asked. "The deadliest island in Muskota? The one I specifically said not to take anything from, or you're cursed?"
"Th-that's what you said?" Echo squeaked.
"We didn't know!" Beth defended. "We'll put it back!" She ran off with the statue. "Okay," Chris continued. "The Killer Bass have now tied up the teams with twenty-one members each. And as promised, the winners will be enjoying a reward tonight: a five-star meal under the stars." The Bass cheered at this news. Duncan even gave Courtney a hug. "Put me down," she giggled. Duncan ignored her. "Put me down!" she sternly told him, making him comply. Back at the Gopher cabin, most of the team were discussing who to vote for. "I don't know about y'all," Leshawna began, "But Heather has got to go."
"Yeah, but Beth cursed us with that wooden tiki doll thingy," Owen pointed out.
"He makes a point," Samey argued. She folded her hands. "Dear curse, please hit Heather next. And if possible, hit her upside the head!"
"Don't joke about that!" Mike scolded as he slapped her away, making her fall down the steps. "You can't play around stuff like curses!"
"Didn't peg you for the type to be superstitious," Topher told him.
"And it's none of your business, Chris Clone! Point is, we have to vote for Beth or Echo to get rid of the curse."
"Why Echo?" Owen asked.
"Because of them being oblivious to the curse made them get the curse onto us!"
"Must we?" Ella asked.
"Do you want the curse lingering over us some more, huh? Didn't think so."
"Fine," Jasmine reluctantly agreed. "But just so we're clear, if that curse junk wasn't brought to light, it would be your butt going home tonight! So I suggest you watch your step or you'll regret ever meeting me!" Unknown to them, Echo was watching from the other side of the cabin and scowling.
Confessional: Echo (Screaming Gophers)
"I can't believe it! The plan was to keep quiet about the curse until after Mike was voted out. But thanks to Heather, everyone will either go after her or Beth now! And I can't throw the next challenge, or people will start getting suspicious. After I get rid of Mike, Heather is next on my list. She's no longer of any use to me."
End Confessional
Inside the cabin, Heather was fixing her eyebrows while she talked to Lindsay and Sierra. "You know, Lindsay," she began, "I could convince the team to vote you off tonight. You were a major traitor today." Lindsay was about to speak but Heather covered her mouth. "But you did let me out of the fridge, so I'll give you one more chance if you vote with me and Sierra tonight." Lindsay nodded her head. "There. See? All better. Oh, and if either of you team up with Leshawna against me again, I'll cut off all your hair while you're sleeping!" Lindsay and Sierra clutched their heads with worry.
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"Today's vote was really hard, but only because there were so many annoying people to choose from."
Confessional: Lindsay (Screaming Gophers)
"I can't believe we locked her in the fridge! That was so cool! She's not going to see this, is she?"
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"Leshawna is a royal pain in the butt, and Mike completely screwed up everything for us."
Confessional: Lindsay (Screaming Gophers)
"Her eyebrows looked so bad. I kinda want to vote for Heather, but..."
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"I vote for Beth."
Confessional: Sierra (Screaming Gophers)
"Sorry, Beth, but I have to side with Heather on this one."
End Confessionals
At the campfire ceremony, the Gophers were all seated. Echo, Helga, Rodney, Max, Scarlett, Samey, Gwen, Trent, Lightning, Lindsay, Sierra and Cody were in the back row while Mike, Zoey, Cameron, Topher, Jasmine, Leshawna, Heather, Beth, Ella and Owen were in the front row. Heather glared at Beth before glaring at Leshawna, who only glared back. "I have fluffy bits of sweet safety for all but one of you," Chris explained as he set the plate of marshmallows down. "So, good luck. When I call your name, come up and get your marshmallow. Leshawna...Amy...Cameron...Zoey...Owen...Helga...Rodney...Ella...Scarlett...Cody...Sierra...Lightning...Gwen...Trent...Max...Topher...Lindsay...Mike... Jasmine..." Only two marshmallows were left. Echo got a worried look when she saw Mike making a slashing motion across his throat. "Echo." Echo collected a marshmallow and sat back down. She gave Mike a knowing smile as he frowned. "Heather, Beth," Chris continued, "Down to you. Whoever doesn't get this last marshmallow must immediately walk the Dock of Shame and leave on the Boat of Losers. Forever!" Beth crossed her fingers with worry while Heather just glared. "The final marshmallow goes to..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Heather."
"You heard him," Heather told Beth. "Boat of Losers, that-a-way. That really was stupid of you to take that doll from the island."
"See you, girl," Leshawna told her.
Confessional: Beth (Screaming Gophers)
"Oh, man. I didn't even come close! But at least everyone knows what Heather's about, so that's something, right."
End Confessional
Beth walked past Chris. "That's it for tonight," he told the Gophers. "And you might wanna burn some sage to get rid of any lingering curse vibes."
"Cool," Leshawna replied, "Will Chef give us some sage?"
"Nope. So, good luck with that." Later that night, Austin, Geoff, Duncan, Scott and Destiny were looking into the boys' side of the Bass cabin. "Are you sure you're down with this?" Geoff asked Destiny in a whisper.
"Harold put cooties in my clothes," Destiny whispered back. "Besides, I came up with this idea for payback."
"Did you tell Greg about this?" Duncan wondered.
"Would you?"
"Ha, I like the way she thinks, boys. Let's move." They soon went inside, picked up the bed Harold was sleeping in, and moved it outside. The next morning, Harold woke up to the sound of the girls laughing as they were all taking a swim. He stood up to see them staring at him. "Good morning, Harold," Leshawna, Courtney and Jasmine told him. He looked down to see he was naked. "Eee!" he squealed before using his pillow to cover his bottom half. Duncan, Geoff, Austin and Scott rowed over in a canoe. "So," Duncan asked him, "Learned your lesson yet?"
"Yes!" Harold shouted. "Okay! Yes!"
"Oh, we're gonna need more than that, man," Geoff told him.
"I'll never leave my crusty underwear out again! I swear!"
"What the heck, I believe him," Austin decided. Scott tossed a bag to Harold. "Pleasure doing business with you," he told Harold. The boys laughed as Harold caught the bag and ran back to the cabin, showing his naked butt. Greg noticed this as he walked towards the dock. "Why is Harold running back without any clothes on?" he demanded.
"Ask your girlfriend there," Austin told him. "She came up with the idea."
"Girlfriend? Her? Us? But we...wait, what am I saying?! Desi, did you-?"
"If I told you about it," Destiny replied as she did a backstroke past him, "You would've said no." Greg went wide-eyed before passing out on the dock. "Butterflies," he mumbled.
Another chapter's here! A few things to talk about. First, the elimination. I know it's a canon one, but I think it works well here. But it does have a few twists. For instance, Echo was setting it up so Mike would cause the loss, but thanks to Heather, she unintentionally foiled Echo's plan.
I also gave a fresh twist to the pranks Harold went through, with Duncan, Geoff, Austin and Scott being the pranksters (I honestly can't see a nice guy like DJ doing this, so I went with Austin and Scott.) and Destiny joining in after she caught Harold in her clothes.
The next challenge will test everyone's trust levels. Until next time, this is Dunsparce519 saying enjoy and happy holidays.
P.S. The song Destiny was singing was 'House of Memories' by Panic! at the Disco, in case you're curious.