Chris and Chef were standing in a dark room with the only light coming from the beam of a flashlight that the co-host was holding. They walked together, Chef shining the beam back and forth throughout the room, though not seeing much. Suddenly, they got to a wall, and on that wall, there was a light switch. The co-host flicked it up, lighting up the room and revealing that it was an old-fashioned disco club, complete with disco balls hanging from the ceiling, and light up tiles on the ground. "What the- Chris, what in damnation is this place?"
Chef looked over at Chris to see that he was wearing a full, silver disco suit, as well as a large afro, a wig of course. The v-neck in his shirt was so massive that it went down to his pants, leaving his hairy chest exposed for all to see. Chef shuddered at the sight, glancing down to realize that he was in similar attire, though his suit was red, and his afro was even bigger than the host's. "Can't you see, Chef? We've got disco fever, and it's crazy contagious!" Chris started dancing wildly, making sure to sway his hips a fair amount before Chef ultimately socked him right in the face, sending him soaring across the room.
"This has gotta be one of the dumbest things I have ever seen you do...pfft, disco fever. What does a disco have to do with Atlantis in the first place!?" The burly co-host glanced over to where he had sent Chris, only to notice that he was lodged in the wall of the building, completely unconscious. "Oh...guess that means I'm in charge of getting this episode started, eh?" Chef rubbed his hands together, cackling to himself.
"Well, last time on Total Drama: Lost City," he took over the mantle of Chris almost effortlessly, he had done it a few times already, so there wasn't much to be shocked about. "Chris brought along a boat load of ravenous paparazzi members, all of which were so eager to get a scoop, that they damn near tore me limb from limb. But we had a little bit of ensured security when former contestant, Ginny, came along to keep them in check. She made sure to harass her cousin, that horny intern, a good amount about her affection towards Benjamin. I don't get it, the boy ain't got half a brain in that skull of his, yet he still has someone falling for him! Love is a crazy thing. Anyways, Chris filled everyone in on the challenge, and boy, they were not happy about it. The goal was to keep the paparazzi as obsessed with the other team as you could, which made the Sharks force poor little drama drone, Damien, into hiding. They also came up with the clever tactic of lying about new scoops with each of the enemy team members to shake them off of themselves, and I gotta say, it worked pretty damn well. Hell, they hardly paid attention to anybody on the Sharks at all, considering just how interesting that the Crabs were. Eventually, Luna managed to spot Damien while she was hiding in a tree, and she let all of the paparazzi know where he was, making them hound him down. All seemed lost for the Sharks, until the courageous March made up a lie about herself cheating on Luna to draw their attention back to her, successfully saving Damien, but sealing the deal for her as the number one candidate for elimination. What a heroic act. Now, it's time for us to get groovy under the sea. Which team will bust more moves than the other can handle? Find out now, on Total Drama: Lost City!"
The camera hovered over an ocean, quickly descending beneath the water and happening upon Atlantis, zooming in on the wreck of the Chris space station, where the host himself was on his knees, sad that there was an asteroid in his face, while Poseidon patted him on the shoulder and Amphitrite sighed in annoyance.
"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine," the camera quickly shifted over to the carnival zone in Atlantis, showing Natt and Anne on a large Ferris wheel, enjoying their time together until it suddenly fell out of place and rolled away.
"You guys are on my mind," down at the controls, Zachary and Amelia were revealed to be messing with them, laughing maniacally until Vicente came over and bonked both of them on the head with plastic baseball bats.
"You asked me what I wanted to be and I think the answer's plain to see," in one of the carnival tents, March and Luna watched Benjamin in awe as he rode a unicycle while bouncing on a trampoline, juggling bowling pins, and holding a torch with his teeth.
"I wanna be famous!" Tony tossed a frisbee at the wheel, causing Benjamin to fall on top of an unsuspecting Bonnie, and the torch to set his shirt on fire before the bowling pins landed on his head, which caused Liz to give him a thumbs up with an evil grin on her face.
"I wanna live close to the sun," out in the ocean, Alex was in his diving suit, trying to catch a sea monkey, but failing utterly, just like he had when it was a space monkey, while Dusty shook her head in disappointment, lassoing the creature back to them, but catching Jett instead.
"So pack your bags, cause I've already won," on the seafloor, Archie studied a squid closely until it shot ink all over his helmet's glass shield, which made Jianne giggle a little bit before wiping it off.
"Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day," not too far from where the two were, Damien and Gretchen ran away from a massive shark, which knocked them off to the side, showing that it was swimming away from Flint, who was throwing rocks at it while Alexis chased after him.
"I wanna be famous!" the camera switched gears to show a submarine, with arcade-esque machines in it that Taylor and Crustacean were fighting over.
"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na," zooming into a "pod" of sorts near the arcade games, a virtual world that was full of immaculate fantasy aspects and monsters was shown.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" Nicolás, dressed as a knight, was running in fear as blasts of dark energy were tossed at the ground behind him, each blast destroying part of the ground.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" the camera revealed Thomas, in dark mage garb, as the source of the blasts, floating in the sky and laughing maniacally until Maggie, dressed as a witch, flew over to him on her broom and tackled him to the ground, making out with him before he blasted the camera with one of the energy balls.
Afterwards, the whole group was seen on a nautically themed aftermath stage, which Sebastian and Haley were at the center of, glaring at each other while all of the contestants, accompanied by Maggie, who was hugging Thomas tightly, whistled.
Liz whistled to herself as she walked through one of the large fields around Atlantis. She had a vial in one hand and a packet of powder in the other, and was currently pouring the powder into the vial, which seemed to just have plain old water in it. After swirling it around a bit, the mixture turned a bright purple. She grinned at it before pulling out another type of powder, ripping the packet open and pouring that in as well. Then, she corked the mixture, and started shaking it vigorously. Slowly, the mixture seemed to solidify into small, pebble-shaped objects.
"Aha, perfect! It looks like I've got another successful experiment under my belt." Liz whistled some more as she pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, soon pouring the pebbles out into the palm of her hand. She tucked the vial into her lab coat's pocket, pulling out a slingshot from another pocket. Then, she placed one of the pebbles in the slingshot's pouch, pulling the strap back and aiming it at a branch of a tree. "Now, if my calculations were truly correct, then this…" She let the strap fly, causing the pebble to hurdle forth. Suddenly, about halfway through the travel path, it stopped entirely, hovering right over the grass where it was. Then, out of nowhere, it shot forth like a bullet, snapping the branch of the tree in half.
"Amazing! The target-lock was expected, but for it to gain the momentum of a bullet mid-flight, that was truly a marvel of the scientific world!" Liz patted herself on the back before putting the rest of the pebbles back into the vial. She then tucked both the vial and the slingshot back into her lab coat, severely pleased with the results of her little experiment. She went back to whistling as she turned back around, headed back towards her dorm.
The scientist ran on up to the boy's door, knocking on it with a bright smile on her face. Tony answered the knock, of course, though he looked as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep in the previous night. He yawned loudly as he stood in the doorway, smacking his lips before looking down at her. "Oh, hey, Liz…" Another yawn echoed from his mouth. "What's up?"
"Oh, just the most wonderful advancement in my scientific career! I successfully made a formula for ammunition that locks on to targets upon being fired. And get this, it gains momentum midway through its travel!" Liz stood probably and crossed her arms. "I know, I know, your girlfriend is a genius."
"Gee, that's great, babe. Glad your morning seems to be going a bit better than mine is." Tony looked over his shoulder, noticing that Flint and Nicolás were still arguing with each other.
"No man, I am telling you, Zodgilla is just a myth. There is no way that people actually located a ginormous lizard that lives around the coast of California, we would be hearing about it way more often than an occasional 'sighting.'" The nerdy boy seemed pretty ominous on his stance, though Flint wasn't having it, not one bit.
"Well, if that is the case, then how did we end up seeing him filmed in HD during the run of Mega Mechas? Hm? I suppose you're going to tell me that was just a bunch of Hollywood movie magic?" Flint gave Nicolás a quick noogie, ruffling up his hair. The latter glared back at the more athletic boy.
"It was a bunch of movie magic, how is that not obvious to you? Dana Starshine is a multi-billionaire, she could very easily manipulate an episode like that. You're not thinking about it hard enough, man!"
"They've been going at this for hours," Tony grumbled in a low voice to Liz. "I don't even know if they went to bed or not. And Natt? The dude went to sleep outside because they were being too annoying for him to handle, and Archie, I think he snuck off to sleep in the bathtub." The conman shook his head at the two of them before turning back to Liz, noticing that she had her slingshot in hand, as well as two of the pebbles.
"Oh, I'll teach you to mess with my boo bear and his beauty sleep." Liz took aim with one of the pebbles, firing it quickly before grabbing the other pebble, aiming it, and firing it as well. They flew forward, both of them stopping right in front of the two boys' faces, causing them some confusion.
"Huh? What the heck is this thing?" Flint went to tap it with his finger, but it flew right towards his forehead, knocking him flat to the floor. Nicolás squeaked out of fright, and tried to run to his bed. He jumped on it and got under the covers, hoping that they would protect him, but the pebble snapped forward and whapped him in the rear. Tony and Liz snickered while the two boys groaned in pain.
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"Liz and Tony are just...urk, they're really scary when they are together. I mean, Liz is a scientific genius who knows how to make tons of things to bring pain to people, and Tony...well, he's probably the smartest when it comes to manipulation. If you aren't careful around him, he'll have the game in his pocket before long." Nicolás was sitting on top of an ice pack, and he shuddered as he thought about Tony's reign of terror in the previous season. "Geez, how he made it that far still boggles me...but he's still kind of a good guy...right?"
"Okay, first of all, ouch," Flint groaned as he rubbed the bump on his head with an ice pack, "Second of all, Nicolás doesn't know what the heck he's talking about. Everyone saw the show, they know that Zodgilla was real. How else could you possibly explain everybody getting all injured in that episode? Checkmate, nerd."
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Alex was in the cafeteria, alone, well, at least he was alone until Zachary suddenly barged on in, sitting down at the same exact table as the adventurer. Alex looked over at him with a hint of confusion. "Uh...is there something Ah can help you with, Zach?"
"Why, yes there is, my compadre from down under!" Zachary grinned at the boy, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him in quite close. "See, here's the thing, you seem to me like you're having quite the hard time with staying relevant here, and my life is a constant struggle to obtain relevancy, so I figure the two of us could work together as sort of like a leaderly duo for our team, you know what I'm saying?"
Alex blankly stared at Zachary for a moment before suddenly bursting out into laugh. The actor furrowed his brow and crossed his arms as he was being laughed at. "Ah'm gonna be honest with you, fella, Ah would much rather work with any other member of the team than you, even Taylor! No offense, but you're kind of, well, a complete lunatic. Not to mention the fact that you act like a child half of the time. Gonna have to pass on that, big time."
"Fine, forget you!" Zachary stood from the table, slamming his fist down on it before leaning in really close to Alex's face. "But just heed my warning, Indiana Jones. When I become king of this team and you get left in the dust, don't bother trying to come crawling back to me." The actor started walking away from the table, grumbling to himself.
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"Zachary is a real wackadoo, and it doesn't take a sharp eye to notice that much. Ah mean, ever since that whole incident with him and Amelia last season, it's been pretty easy to see that he really is just crazy." Alex shook his head as he laughed the incident off. "Oh well, whatever that dude is trying to do can be left to him. Ah can guarantee you that there isn't a single member of our team that would actually wanna take orders from him."
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Zachary grumbled to himself as he left the cafeteria, irritated by the exchange that he had just had with Alex. "Bah, stupid Alex, who does he think he is, turning down my offer like that?" He shoved the doors to the building open, walking out through them and letting them slam behind him. "Doesn't he know how famous I used to be? I mean, I'm still famous...I'm still relevant! It's dumb people like him that don't understand just how much effort it takes for us celebrities to do our jobs!"
He kept on storming off through the fields, not stopping to talk to anyone else as he did so. "Besides, if he doesn't make an alliance with anybody soon, he'll get eliminated! That's what happens when everybody else on the team is forming bonds except for you! Well...I gues I haven't really formed many bonds myself, either." Zachary let out a sigh, rubbing his brow as he kept on walking. "But, seriously, what is his deal? I gave him the offer of a lifetime and he just turned it right down! Now, we're just in a whole heap of trouble!"
Zachary finally stopped, having made his way all the way to the edge of the city. He stared out into the gorgeous ocean, admiring the brightly colored sea life as it swam by. "Man, you really tend to forget the beauty of real life when you spend most of your life acting and filming movies. Have I gotten out of touch with the world? Is me being on this mediocre show a sort of lesson to show me that I need to love life for what it is?" He scoffed, letting out a slight chuckle soon after. "Heh, nah."
The boy let out a sigh as he kept watching the fish swim in the sea, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. Then, suddenly, the fish that he saw all swam away from the area in a hurry. "Huh? What's that all about?" He leaned forward to get another look, his eyes widening as he saw none other than the massive beast, Zodgilla, swimming past Atlantis. As he watched in horror, the creature spit at the bubble, right near where Zachary was. The spit permeated the bubble, and landed right next to the boy, forming into a solid rock. And then, just like that, the kaiju swam off into the depths, leaving no other trace behind.
It took Zachary a while to recognize what had just happened, but when it finally clicked, he rushed over to the spit rock that had formed. It was bright blue, and pulsating with an odd type of energy. He dug around in his pocket, pulling out a Batguy mask, that he had for some reason, and used it to scoop the rock up. It was only about the size of a regular old rock, but it was just so...strange. "I wonder what this is...I mean, I'm not sure, but I'd better hold onto it, just in case." He glanced around himself, digging through the dirt and burying the rock in the soil there. "There, no way anybody is gonna find this baby now. Zachary, my man, you have just scored yourself a spot on the history channel line up."
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"What can I say? I've done it again." Zachary patted himself on the back, quite proud of his discovery. "All I'm saying is that the history channel is super boring with its constant mummy and alien talk. Wouldn't the adoring fans love to see a fresh, handsome face that randomly gets giant monsters spitting radioactive rocks at him? I'd like to think the answer to that is a yes."
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"Attention, attention!" Chef's gruffy voice came over the speakers, disrupting what little peace the contestants had left. "I need both teams to meet me in the jellyfish-shaped building down near the circus area! Be there in ten minutes, or be prepared to drop and give me twenty!" And like that, his voice left the speakers, though it had a lasting effect on the contestants, all of which were now annoyed to no end.
It didn't take long for the group to rush on over to the jellyfish building, each of them huffing and puffing as they stood outside of the door. "Please don't let this be another challenge that Chef is in charge of," Vicente groaned as he reached over to the door handle, struggling to pull it open in his exhaustion. "The dude is so strict about everything."
"Hey, he's not that bad," Gretchen leered at the boy, recalling the pleasant exchange that she had with the co-host in the previous season. "He's better than Chris, at least. Still can't believe that guy poisoned me last season!"
"That's what you get for trying to be buddy buddy with one of the hosts, darling." Amelia snickered to herself before Taylor smacked her on the back of the head. "Watch it, you drunkard! My hairdo costs more than you could ever possibly afford to fix."
"Bah, maybe stop being such a bitch and I won't whack you on the back of the head, eh?" Taylor snickered as she stumbled on over to Gretchen, patting her on the back. "I got your back, lady!" The girl let out a loud belch before slipping and falling onto her rear. Gretchen helped her up again, sighing as she giggled at her. "Whoopsy doo!"
Vicente finally pulled the door open, revealing the lit up disco arena from before. Everyone stared in amazement as they entered the building, not noticing that Chef, who was still dressed up as a disco freak, was standing behind the door. They each passed through, and he suddenly slammed the door shut. They all snapped to look back at them, each of them standing up tall, so as not to get him yelling at them. "Well, maggots, Chris is out of commission for the day, so I, the honorable Chef Hatchet, will be running the challenge for the day!"
"W-what happened to Chris?" Benjamin meekly asked, only for the co-host to gesture to the wall that he was currently lodged in. "A-ah, I see. I remember taking my first wall nap, boy that was a time."
"Listen up, sissies!" Chef snapped, refocusing the not-too-smart boy immediately. "The challenge today is something you guys better not mess up if you know what's good for you! Each one of the teams will nominate three of their members to dance in a disco style! There are uniforms in the back for those that you pick to do the honors. I will judge each performance with my watchful eye, and at the end of the challenge, I will reveal which one of the teams danced the best collectively! That team wins, and, lo and behold, doesn't have to vote anybody out tonight! So, you've got about ten minutes to decide who you want to dance. Ten minutes!"
Chef glared at the group before walking on over to a booth in the building, sitting down in it and leaving them to their own devices. Immediately, they huddled up in their teams, trying to figure out some sort of plan as far as who would dance for them went. "Well, we know that Damien is some sort of wacky theater kid, so it can't hurt to have him in our line-up. We'll just have him as our last dancer, save the best for last, that sort of deal." Jianne rattled off, once again taking the leadership position of the team.
"You think I would be the best in this challenge?" Damien's face lit up a bit, the confidence boost was something he could do with, after all the confusing things that had been happening to him lately. "Gee, Jianne, thanks!"
"Yeah, well...whatever, shut up." He immediately lost the smile that he had as she snapped at him, making him shrink back down where he was standing. "Does anybody else on the team have any clue on how to dance disco?"
Dusty smirked as she pointed to herself with her thumb. "I don't mean to brag or anything, but I'm definitely a pretty good line dancer! Just toss in some funk and pizazz, and I should do just fine, right?"
"Yeah, I definitely agree, we need to have her dance for us if we wanna win this one." Vicente added onto the point she had made, soon noticing that Anne was grinning at him. "W-what's your deal?"
"Ohhhhhh nothing!" The jokester giggled to herself, "Just noticing something, is all!" Vicente blushed brightly, knowing that Anne definitely knew about the crush he had on the cowgirl.
"Alright, that's two of three of us, we just need to toss in some other loser to take the last spot there. Let's see here…" Jianne glanced around at the rest of her team, noticing the all too eager look on Zachary's face and purposely skipping over him. "How about...Alex?"
"Eh? Me?" Alex pointed to himself, a little shocked that she would consider him for the challenge. "Ah mean, Ah've never danced disco before, but it can't be too hard, right?"
"Just make sure you don't embarrass yourself out there, alright?" Alexis was glancing over at Chef, who had quite the intimidating look on his face. "Chef seems pretty passionate about this challenge, I can't say I wanna deal with his wrath if we end up flopping this one."
"So, it's settled then," Jianne grabbed the three selected dancers, pulling them to the center of the group. "Damien, Dusty, Alex, you guys will dance for our team. Make sure you don't mess it up, we wanna keep our perfect streak going."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Damien mumbled, though being the center of attention at the moment was still a bit reminiscent of the paparazzi hounding him down. He gulped nervously, looking over at Benjamin to see that he was giving him a thumb's up, and he smiled back at him.
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"So, it looks like Ah'm set to be one of the dancers for this here disco mania!" Alex grinned as he shimeyed his shoulders a bit. "Ah'll have to improvise quite a bit, but considering the lackeys on the other team, Ah'm not too worried about what'll happen, even if Ah don't do very good!"
"Disco isn't a style I dance often, but I did have to learn it for this one production I was in, The Disco King. Heh...I was actually the lead in that one, believe it or not." Damien blushed as he twiddled his thumbs. "B-but, I won't let that get to my head, I'll still try my best in this challenge!"
"Dancing is easy peasy! It's all in the hips, and I know how to move my- on second thought, I ain't gonna say what I was about to say." Dusty blushed brightly, "E-either way, I'm sure this is just gonna be an absolute hoot of a challenge, no way we can lose it!"
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On the Crabs' side of things, decisions were a bit more difficult. Liz looked around at her teammates, not being all too confident in any of their skills. "Well, let's think about this real quick...we've got...well, no...can any of you dance?" She looked from teammate to teammate, not a single one of them making a peep. Crickets started chirping as they all blankly stared back at her. "Oh, come on, one of you guys has to know how to dance!"
"Can't dance, and I definitely don't wanna have to wear disco clothing again." Archie shuddered at the thought of the acting challenge from the previous season. "I still have nightmares, thinking about how awful I looked and sounded when I had to dress up in that stuff before."
"Well, Archie is out then," Liz sighed, turning her attention to some of the others. "Amelia? You're an actor, you have to be able to dance, at least a little bit, right?"
"Psh, I don't act in musicals or anything, if that's what you're asking me. Well, I did a few times, but it's been so long, I've completely lost all the little experience that I had with it." The actress let out a sigh, "It's such a pity, if they would simply cast me for more roles, I wouldn't have any issue with this. Then again, if they'd cast me for more roles, I wouldn't be here to begin with."
"We get it, we get it, you're not popular, you once were. No need to remind us all the time," Liz glared at Amelia, who stuck her tongue out at her. "If none of you can dance, then I'm just going to pick randomly. Let's see here...hmm...alright. Natt, Flint, and Luna. You guys can dance for us."
"Woah, woah, slow your roll, lady!" Flint broke from the huddle, crossing his arms. "I don't know the first thing about dancing, more or less disco. Flint Goldenrod doesn't sign on to that idea." He raised his chin and looked off to the side, only for her to fire another one of her pebbles at him, hitting him square in the chest. "Alright, ow! I'll do it, you maniac!"
"That's what I thought." Liz smirked at the group, holding the other pebbles in her hand while the slingshot was in her other hand. "Did anybody else have concerns about the picks for this challenge? Or are we all clear on everything now?"
"Crystal," Luna mumbled as she glared at Liz. "But when we inevitably lose this challenge, the blame is going to fall on you for your horrendous casting choice. I'm quite certain you'll regret it when you're going down the waterslide tonight." The model started to snicker at her rival, only to be struck in the gut by one of the pebbles. "Hey, knock it off!"
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"Oh, I'm very well aware that none of those three can dance, that isn't a worry of mine. See, all that needs to happen is that the other team has to score worse than us, right?" Liz grinned evilly as she held up the pebbles again. "I can ensure that they flop during their performance. They won't even know what hit them!"
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The six dancers went to the back room, where the aforementioned disco outfits were, and had started putting them on. Each of them had an afro that matched their hair color, some looked goofier than others. Natt's outfit was black, just like his usual attire, and he felt ridiculous with the massive black afro on his head. Luna's outfit was white, and her afro was light blonde, like her hair, although it didn't have a purple stripe. Flint's outfit was red and he also had a black afro, although he had a massive red comb stuck into it. Dusty's outfit was blue, with her afro being red, she was loving the style all too much. Damien's outfit was silvery in color, and his afro was the dyed blonde color that his hair currently was. And then, there was Alex, who had an orange outfit with a dirty blonde afro. Every single one of them looked entirely out of place with the outfits on.
Suddenly, an arm grabbed Natt from the room, pulling him off to the side and out of sight. He looked down to see that it was Anne, and a slight smile creeped onto his face. "Well, hello there. Sorry, I know I look ridiculous right now. I can't believe they're making us wear this stuff."
"Oh, come on, you look totally cute!" Anne could hardly hold in her laughter, and Natt easily knew that she was kidding. "Alright, you do look a little funny, but that's besides the point! Guess what, guess what!"
"What?"
"Vicente totally has a crush on Dusty!" Anne squealed with excitement, though Natt was a little unsure why she was even telling him this. "Oh, don't give me that dry look, it's super cute! You should see him, he's always acting so nervous around her and stuff!"
"Ah...well...that's nice and all, but why are you telling me?" Anne sighed, shaking her head at her boyfriend.
"Because, we gotta help him! He totally likes her, but he is too nervous to admit it! If we were to maybe boost his confidence about it or something so he could tell her...don't you just think they would be an adorable couple?" Anne squealed with delight and clapped her hands, causing Natt to chuckle slightly.
"I mean, if you're all that excited about it, I guess we can try to help the guy out." Anne leaped up and kissed the boy right on the lips, causing him to blush as he saw that some of the other contestants saw them. "A-alright, I gotta get on that disco floor soon."
"Of course! Break a leg, Mr. Funkypants!" And with that, Anne rushed back to the rest of her team, leaving Natt with the other dancers.
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"Anne can really be weird sometimes, but I'm not complaining. I mean, look at her, she's adorable. Not to mention the fact that she's probably the nicest person here...yeah, she's great." Natt smiled as he looked down at a picture of her.
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The main room was entirely dark, not even the lights from the dance floor were active. Chef sat back in his booth, expecting the absolute worst from these uncultured kids. Suddenly, the floor lit up, and the disco ball started spinning overhead, revealing that Natt was the first to the floor. He was standing there awkwardly, not really sure how to start. Chef groaned, flicking a switch on a board in front of him, which caused some disco music to start playing.
Natt gulped nervously, looking over to see that Anne had a foam finger on and a hat with his name on it. He smiled at her from where he was, taking a deep breath before he started to dance. He was pretty on cue with the beat, as far as things went, though his movements were somewhat slow. Chef watched him intently, scribbling down on his clipboard as he did. Jianne scoffed as she watched him dance. "He's out there making a fool of himself, this is going to be such an easy win for us." She snickered to herself before a foam finger slapped her across the face. She glared over at Annee, who stuck her tongue out back at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I do that?" The comedian grinned at the narcissistic girl, but as she was about to snap back at her, the music suddenly cut, and Natt was finished. "Woohoo! Nice job, baby!" Anne wolf whistled at the boy while he blushed and backed off of the stage.
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"See, I knew Natt would do a perfectly fine job up there! Jianne is just a...well, a big meanie pants! She wants to be all snarky and rude all the time, and it's super uncalled for." Anne shook her head, "Well, it doesn't matter. As much as she wants to make people feel down about themselves, I'll be here to make them feel better again!"
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Chef didn't say a single word as the boy left the stage, and now, it was time for one of the Sharks to come to the stage. Alex made his way up there, smiling and waving to his team as he did. The co-host rubbed his brow as he flicked the music back on, clearly not expecting much of the boy while he was up there. The adventurer started to dance, catching everyone's eye, as he was actually strangely good at it.
Little did everybody know, Liz was hiding up in the vents above the stage, snickering to herself as she loaded one of the pebbles that she had made into her slingshot. "Alright, tv's favorite Indiana Jones ripoff, let's see how you handle one of these bad boys." She pulled back the strap to the slingshot, letting the pebble fly. It slowed about halfway through its journey, eventually speeding up and flying at the boy. It hit him right in the back of the head, causing him to inadvertently do a backflip. During this, his shoe flew off of his foot, flying right past Chef's head. The Sharks gasped as their teammate came crashing to the floor, and the music stopped abruptly.
"Urk, what in the heck was that?" Alex groaned as he looked around himself, not seeing any sort of obstruction or anything. He rubbed the back of his head, standing up to see that Chef was glaring at him. He sunk his head down as he returned to his team, ashamed of the performance he had just put on. Liz could only snicker to herself from the vents, patting herself on the back for a job well done.
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"Oh, this truly is child's play...and I am going to have a lot of fun messing with Dusty when she gets her lousy cowgirl butt on the stage." Liz snickered maniacally, eventually devolving into a cackle. Then, she started to hack up a lung, coughing loudly and obnoxiously. "Urk...note to self, save the evil laughter for limited quantities."
"Ah don't understand what happened out there...Ah thought Ah was doing a pretty good job, but suddenly, something came and whapped me right on the back of my noggin'!" Alex kept rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head, wincing a bit as he touched it. "A-Ah'm sure the other two of my mates will be able to take care of this, though! No problem-o!"
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Alex sat back down with his teammates, noticing a grand smirk on Zachary's face. He blushed as he looked down at his feet, ashamed of what he just did. Luna made her way up to the stage, her arms crossed as she grumbled to herself. Chef turned the music back on, not expecting much from the girl, and like that, she started her dance. Her moves were quite sloppy, and she wasn't very in tune, but she was moving at least, better than what could be said for Alex. Amelia glanced away from the scene awkwardly.
"What's the matter with you?" Tony smirked at Amelia, "Can't stand seeing your girlfriend dance up there?"
"Oh please, she isn't my girlfriend." Amelia leaned over to the conman, whispering in his ear. "I know that someone like you can appreciate the value in other people...that's simply all that I am doing with her. I see her value, and I'm using it for my own benefit." Tony's smirk quickly dropped to a frown as he heard what Amelia was saying. He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "Don't think you can go around telling people, though...after all, you're currently doing the same thing with Archie, aren't you? Pretending to be his friend so you have another ally? I don't think many people would take kindly to hearing that."
Tony's brow furrowed as Amelia giggled and leaned back again. "Touché, devil woman."
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"See, Zachary is a bit chaotic and all, but even when he was causing that ruckus last season, the real threat was Amelia. She's kinda like me, plans a lot, and uses people, albeit she doesn't have the tact that I do." Tony groaned as he scratched his chin. "See, I could probably put the nail in her coffin and get her out of here, but if she knows about the whole Archie mess...crap, I'm gonna have to play this really smart."
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Luna finally finished her dance, though the room was almost entirely quiet. She glared over at her team, getting a few of them to roll their eyes at her and applaud her performance, although it was mainly false applause. She cursed to herself as she stepped off of the dancefloor, allowing Dusty to take her spot up there. Vicente clapped his hands loudly, cheering the girl on, but stopping when he noticed that his team was all grinning at him perversely.
Chef turned the music back on, giving the cowgirl her cue to start dancing. It started as a simple line dance, but somewhere down the line, her movements started to get more wild, but still with a perfect fluidity to them. Both teams found themselves overwhelmed with shock at the wonderful job that she was doing, even Liz, who was still up in the vents, was having a hard time believing what she was seeing.
The scientist shook her head, trying to regain her focus. "Alright, Liz, you can do this. Just gotta take aim…" She placed a pebble in the pouch, pulling the strap back as far as she could. "And...fire!" She let it fly, once again, making it stop halfway through its journey. It picked up the pace soon after, flying right after Dusty, only for the cowgirl to kick the pebble away in the midst of her dancing. Liz's jaw dropped at the sight and she quickly grabbed another pebbled. "Alright, have another, you witch!"
The maniacal, little genius fired another pebble at the girl, though this time, it got caught in her afro, not actually striking her or anything. She kept on dancing, much to Liz's dismay. She dug around in her lab coat to grab another pebble, finding that there was only one single one left. "I'm gonna have to make this one count…" Liz took in a deep breath, pulling back the strap again and letting the pebble fly at Dusty. It snapped forth with such incredible speed, eventually striking the button that was holding her pants up, and knocking it clean off.
Dusty's pants sunk straight to the ground, leaving her on stage with only her underwear covering her nethers. Vicente blushed brightly, covering his eyes with his hand while the rest of the teams gasped. "What in tarnation!?" Dusty blushed as she pulled her pants back up, holding them to her waist. She heard a slight giggling from the vents, looking over to see that Liz was hiding in them. She glared at her, about to call her out, but the conniving scientist had already started slinking out of there. She grumbled to herself, shuffling off of the stage in anger.
Zachary nudged Vicente with his elbow, bearing a grin on his face. "Would ya look at that, she went and threw the challenge. Now we're gonna lose, and it's all her fault."
"Knock it off, man, that isn't her fault. It was just...I don't know, but it isn't her fault." Vicente glared back at Zachary, who shrugged his shoulders at him.
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"That little twerp and her stupid science nonsense," Dusty grumbled as she crossed her arms. "She done went and made me look like a fool in front of everybody! Oh, I swear, I am gonna get her back for this!"
"Heheh, that was absolutely worth it." Liz grinned snidely as she applauded herself. "I may have run out of pebbles and everything, but with two total flops on their team, there is no chance they can come back from this! Check and mate, Sharks."
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After the last embarrassment happened, Flint stumbled on up to the stage. He looked around at everyone who was watching him, feeling a bit nervous until he saw Alexis. He smiled like an idiot as he saw her eyes. "Alright, alright, we all wanna see a real disco performance, right? Chef, cue the music, I'm about to blow the roof off of this place!" Chef shrugged his shoulders as he flicked the music back on, still in disbelief that the boy would actually be able to impress him.
Suddenly, Flint started to dance, moving with a startling amount of funk. Each move he hit was like lightning striking the ground, it carried insane power to it. Alexis glanced away awkwardly as she noticed that he kept on looking at her with a devilish smirk.
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"Flint is nice, and cute, and all, but really...I'm not interested in a relationship with him or anything. I mean, he's a goofball...a sweet goofball...but I've gotta focus on the game!" Alexis shook her head and slammed her fist down on the palm of her hand. "I'll just have to do my best to ignore him! It's not really nice, but if it keeps me in the game longer, so be it."
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While Flint was dancing, Alexis got up from her seat, shuffling off to the side and disappearing in the darkness. The boy kept on dancing, eventually turning back to face her again, only to notice that she had left her seat. A frown grew on his face, and his moves started to slow down, effectively getting less entertaining to watch. "What is he doing out there? He was doing so good, he's gonna blow this for us!" Amelia gritted her teeth at the boy. "Flint, focus!"
"Meh," Flint sighed, slowing down to the point that he wasn't moving anymore. Chef cut the music, and the boy slowly scooted his way off of the stage, feeling defeated, considering that Alexis had just abandoned him like that. "What's even the point?"
"What's the point? The point is that we have to win one of these challenges! I swear, if we end up losing again, you are so going home for this!" Flint shrugged as he sat back down, clearly not intimidated by Amelia's threats.
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"If the girl I'm trying to impress isn't even watching me, what's the point in wasting my skills? Besides...we all know that the team will gun for Liz if we lose. I mean, she's been absent since the challenge started, too! I don't even know where she could be." Flint sighed, defeated.
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Five of the six dancers had already gone, and this only left Damien to perform. The boy took in a deep breath, looking over at Benjamin to see that he was still giving him an approving thumbs up. He smiled back at him before making his way onto the stage, looking over at Chef with nothing but confidence. The co-host raised an eyebrow at the boy, surely intrigued by the bravado that he had about him. He turned the music back on, and waited to see what he had in store for him.
Damien was well versed in dancing, though disco was a bit of an odd subject for him. It could easily be seen that his current performance was being influenced by his theater roots, as it seemed to be somewhat like ballet with a bit of pizazz. It had a certain fluidity to it, just like Dusty did when she was dancing, but the genre was something new, something fresh. He danced his heart out, not even opening his eyes to see that the rest of his team was watching in amazement.
"No...no, he can't be this good!" Liz had finally crawled out of the vents, and was scrambling around in her pockets, searching for another pebble. It was then that she had realized that she completely used them up, and had nothing else to distract the boy. "Crap...they're gonna win like this! Damn it, damn it!" Liz stomped her feet for a moment before being wrapped up in Dusty's lasso. The cowgirl tugged her over to her, glaring down at her.
"Well, howdy, lil' Liz. That sure was an awfully funny stunt ya pulled earlier." Liz gulped nervously, reaching her hand up as far as she could to try distracting the girl by tickling her on her belly. Dusty only grinned down at her. "Oh, I should mention...I ain't so ticklish no more." She bopped the scientist on the head with her fist, knocking her out cold.
Damien finally finished his performance, and the music cut while his team was cheering for him loudly. He opened his eyes to see them all, a smile of overwhelmed excitement crawling up onto his face. The lights to the building turned back on, and the challenge was over, there was just one thing left.
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"Man...that was quite the rush!" Damien was proud of himself, it could be seen from the smile on his face. "I can't believe it, but everybody seems so excited with how I did...maybe we're gonna win this challenge, after all!"
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The two teams gathered up together, standing up tall before Chef as he paced back and forth in front of them, staring down at his clipboard. "Now, I have seen some lousy attempts at honoring the disco era before...but today, these were some of the most unacceptable, pathetic dancers I have ever seen in my lifetime! People botching the good name of disco, that isn't something that people should be proud of!"
"Gee, sorry, Chef," Natt rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "I didn't know that we did that bad of a job…"
"Well, you did! But that's besides the point, because I still have to pick a winner for this here challenge. The least disappointing team in today's disco dance-off...was the Cosmic Crabs!" Chef gestured to the Crabs with his clipboard, causing both teams to gasp loudly.
"But, Chef! Damien danced his heart out, wasn't that performance good enough to warrant us winning the challenge today?" Benjamin meekly spoke up, the Chef whacked him upside the head with his clipboard.
"Damien is a good dancer, but that wasn't disco! If he wants to dance, he should go dance ballet or something, just keep him off of my stage! Atomic Sharks, you'll be meeting me in the fish bowl later for a spicy elimination!"
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"I really thought that I did the best that I could...but we ended up losing," Damien sunk in his seat, absolutely disappointed in himself. All the confidence that he had before had completely vanished from his face, and he went back to being just as defeated as he was before. "Well...hopefully they don't vote me out...I guess."
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The Sharks had finally made their way to the fish bowl for the very first time, and they were shocked by what it was. At the same time, they couldn't be more upset with their performance in the challenge that had taken place, especially Alex. He slouched down in his seat, sadly staring at the ground. Anne and Gretchen couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy, noticing just how upset he was about the whole thing, while Taylor, on the other hand, was boasting a proud grin. Knowing that he was part of the reason they lost the challenge just brought an odd joy to her heart. The other two performers, Damien and Dusty, weren't doing much better, either. Damien had tried considerably hard to bring his team back from the brink of destruction, but it was of no use, and he couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible. Dusty, on the other hand, was just cursing Liz for ruining her performance in the way that she did. Alexis was filing her nails while sitting off to the side, not too much invested in what would happen. It was almost as if she knew the outcome already. Benjamin patted Damien on the back, trying to cheer him up, though it was of no use. Jianne was eating popcorn as she watched Zachary and Vicente argue about Dusty's performance, enjoying it all too much.
Chef watched the contestants from Chris's podium, with the still knocked out host laying on the ground next to him. "Atteeeeention!" The team suddenly all stood as they heard the man speak, almost as if they were afraid of him. He paced back and forth, holding his hands behind his back as he spoke. "You Sharks finally get to taste the bitterness of defeat. And you deserve it, too! That was truly a shameful display of the art of disco, and I don't want any of you three-" he pointed right at Damien, Alex, and Dusty, "Ever making a mockery of it like that, ever again! So, the rules right now are very simple. You all vote for one of your lousy teammates, and I toss out these fish flakes for you minnows that are safe. But, whichever one of you isn't safe takes a fun little trip down the Water Slide of Shame to catch the Submarine of Losers, and gets their sorry butt out of here!"
"G-geez, Chef," Alex rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Ah wasn't aware that you loved disco that much. Ah didn't mean to-"
"Shut up, pansy boy!" Chef snapped back at the adventurer, who bounced out of sudden fright. He took a deep breath before putting a rather worrying grin on his face. The Sharks all sunk back into their seats. "Now, normally we would let you guys vote for each other, but since you did so extremely terrible in this challenge, I figured something we could do that is just a little bit more...entertaining." Chef snapped his fingers, and through the entrance came the eight remaining members of the Crabs, all of which seemed more than excited to be in the fish bowl with them.
"W-what are they doing here?" Dusty stood from her seat, glaring over at Liz, who happily waved back at her. "Isn't it enough that they humiliated us today!?"
"Oh, calm down, Dusty. Besides, I didn't humiliate you...you humiliated yourself. Maybe wear a tighter belt next time, eh?" Liz stuck her tongue out at the cowgirl, revealing that she still had the slingshot from before in her hands. Dusty could only growl back at her, but when Chef snapped his fingers, she sat back down.
"Now, I personally think, when you lose a challenge, we should make it so you really feel the burn of the loss. So that's why, for this elimination ceremony, your votes...should count for nothing!" The Sharks gasped at what the co-host had said, soon understanding the true meaning of the smugness that the Crabs had about them. "That's right, you guys ain't voting off one of your team members. The Cosmic Crabs are voting off one of your team members!"
"I'd like to think we made a pretty good decision about who to eliminate, too," Tony smirked for a moment before glaring at Nicolás. "Well, at least some of us voted for the right person."
"H-hey, don't get mad at me about it! Z-Zach is just kind of a jerk, that's all…" Nicolás gulped as he noticed Zachary now glaring at him as well. "Sorry man…"
"Sorry isn't going to cut it if I get eliminated because of you, you nerd!" Zachary snapped back, but a sudden growl from Chef even got him to shut his trap.
"Moving on with the proceedings...according to the votes of the Cosmic Crabs, the ones who are safe today are...Jianne…" Chef tossed a bag of flakes on over to the girl, who smirked proudly at her survival.
"Hmph, guess they don't see me as much of a threat." The smirk stayed on her face for a second before fleeting and being replaced with an irritated look. "Hey, I too am a threat!"
"Benjamin and Anne." The co-host passed along two more packets of fish flakes, one landing right on top of Benjamin's hat, while the other flew into Anne's mouth, right as she was trying to make a pun about something. "We've also got Alex and Vicente on the safe list."
Alex looked a bit dumbfounded as his fish flakes landed in his lap. "So...our votes being canceled out saved my butt from elimination? But if I'm still in, who is getting eliminated?"
"Hey, man, don't question it too much," Vicente snagged his fish flakes from the air, slapping Zachary across the face with them. "Just be glad you're still in."
"Taylor and Gretchen, of course, are also safe from elimination." Chef passed out another two packets, each of them being caught by one of the girls at the same time.
"Awesome!" They cheered, again, in unison, "Hey, I said it first! Knock it off! Alright funny guy, you're in for it now!" They glared at each other for a moment before suddenly bursting into inexplicable laughter.
"Ah, that's definitely gotta be annoying by now, will you two give it a rest?" Chef glared at the girls, both of which glared back at him. "Alexis and Damien, you two are also safe from elimination. Yippee." He tossed out two of the final three packets just leaving one left, and Zachary and Dusty still on the chopping block. The two looked over at the Crabs, both of them fuming with rage.
"Hey, we did try to gun for someone who comes off as a threat. We need all the help we can get, at this point," Flint pointed out, though neither of them seemed to be amused with him.
Chef held up the last packet of flakes, bearing a grin on his face while he built up the suspense. "The last little fishy that gets a packet of flakes for dinner is…"
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"...Zachary!" Chef tossed the final packet of fish flakes over to the boy, who sighed in relief. Liz cheered loudly while Dusty gasped.
"Yes, yes! I win again, you no good cowgirl! Suck on that! Haha, this is amazing!" Liz squealed in delight before suddenly pulling Tony down to her level for a kiss, making him blush brightly. He wasn't used to that kind of forcefulness from her.
"Yes, Zachary was not voted out, which means that...Dusty, you are...safe!" Chef kept on grinning while everybody within the teams gasped loudly.
"I'm safe? But I reckon they just voted me out of the game! How am I safe?" The cowgirl crossed her arms, demanding some sort of answer for the craziness that Chef brought about.
"You see, the Crabs may have won the challenge today, but they did still make a mockery of the good disco name. Ain't none of you ever gonna try to dance disco, ever again! So, I came up with a clever plan to have them vote for you guys, but instead of voting for someone to eliminate, they were actually voting to move someone onto their team! That's right, from here on out, Dusty, you are a member of the Cosmic Crabs!"
"What!?" All three of Dusty, Liz, and Vicente shouted at the same time, each of them upset for a different reason.
"You can't put her on my team, she's literally the worst!" Liz groaned, only for Dusty to bonk her on top of the head with her shoe.
"I'm the worst? At least I don't go around shooting the buttons off of other people's shorts and making them show off their skivvies to the world!" Dusty crossed her arms, and the two girls growled at each other aggressively.
"I can't believe she's going to another team...and after we spent so much time getting to know each other better." Vicente looked down in disbelief, suddenly groaning loudly. "Why couldn't you have voted out Zachary!?"
"Hey, I at least tried to," Nicolás mumbled, though he quivered as Zachary gritted his teeth at him.
"I don't wanna hear no more complaining from any of you sad, disco failures. Everyone head on back to your bunks before I make you scrub my kitchen clean with toothbrushes!" The teams continued to groan as they ran on out of the fish bowl, leaving Chef alone with the unconscious Chris. "What a bunch of sore losers they are, eh? How will Dusty adjust to being on a new team? Will the Crabs start to recover, now that they are only one contestant down from the other team? Find out next time on Total Drama: Lost City!"
Author's Notes:
*Yep, it's a non-elimination episode, but it may give the Crabs exactly what they need to pull themselves back into the competition! Dusty is surely a good competitor, so they should be glad they ended up getting her. Smart voting, Crabs. See you all next time!
*Votes: Dusty - Natt, Tony, Liz, Archie, Luna, Amelia, Flint; Zachary - Nicolás
*Placements: 22nd - Crustacean; 21st - Thomas; 20th - March