Liz the Sweet Writer: Thank you!
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Madness is a State of Mind: I can't wait to see how Max does on the Rats either. We'll have to wait and see if someone experiences an elimination similar to Dawn's canon one.
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Rouge Tundra: I'm glad that you enjoyed Sugar and Dave's interactions last episode. Yeah, taking Scarlett out first was a good choice, but I don't know if it would've made the challenge easier. Hope you enjoy where I take Dave and Sky's storyline.
SilentSinger948: Yeah, the challenges really involve teamwork in ROTI. And yeah, Dave and Sky's relationship seems to be developing better. It has to do with the environment and the challenges.
sdgeek: Glad you think Max and Sugar were a riot.
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Fangren: I agree with your assessment of Max swapping. I thought Dave having arachnophobia made sense since spiders tend to occupy dirty places, and I'm happy I was able to alleviate your fears regarding the mutant spider. Yeah, Shawn and Jasmine haven't been able to interact very much. ROTI doesn't provide many opportunities for inter-team interactions outside of challenges, but rest assured they will have more interaction in the future. Thanks in regards to your comment about the monster. I don't know why Rodney with Topher tied to his back made you happy, but I'm glad it did nonetheless.
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Episode 5- Backstabbers Ahoy
"Last time on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island, eleven campers went on a scavenger hunt that was spooky and very painful! Dave flirted with Sky, and Jasmine experienced some claustrophobia problems. Just when we thought it couldn't get any weirder, arachna-Izzy showed up to do an eight-legged tap dance for a captive audience and her friend Chef. In the end, Max did the most dastardly thing he had done yet, and left five team members behind, which got him put on the block. Instead of hurling the little freak, I put him on the other team.
"Hey, it's my show," Chris said while standing on the Dock of Shame. "I can do what I want. How will Max deal with his new team? Who will I hurl next, and how many times can I laugh at them before then? Find out now on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island!"
(cue theme song)
The loons crooned in the morning, and everyone was just minutes away from waking up. In their beds, Beardo and Dave slept peacefully in the boys' side of the Rats' cabin.
Unfortunately for them, waking up was not a few minutes away. Their eyes shot open when they heard a gravelly scream.
"Huh?" Dave grunted sleepily, not fully awake and tipping off his bed to the floor, resulting in a painful moan upon collision.
Beardo began to ring like an alarm clock until he brought his hand up, and slapped himself across the face, bringing the noise to a stop. He moved to get out of bed, and hopped down.
Laying on the center of the room's floor, Dave let out a yelp of pain as Beardo unwittingly flopped down on top of him.
"Is this how Chris wakes us up every day now? With some loud noise or some kind of scream?" The neat freak questioned, struggling to get out from underneath Beardo.
Still somewhat out of it, Beardo asked, "What's going on?"
"There are ants in my bed!" Max's voice answered, and that somehow woke up both original Rat boys. They looked up, and saw Max sitting in his lower bunk, which was crawling with ants all over it. "I'm not sure how they got into this cabin, but they picked the wrong bed to crawl over!" The wannabe villain brought out a magnifying glass, and held it up by the window at an angle. "Die, you probably mutant ants!"
He managed to focus a beam of light through the glass' lens, and aimed it at his bug-ridden bunk. As he attempted to burn the ants, he laughed at their presumed pain, only for that satisfaction to quickly become unsatisfactory when the bedsheets caught fire. Max gasped in shock at the unexpected occurrence, and gasped even further when the ants somehow managed to float into the air and form a boxing glove. Dropping the glass, he ran out of the cabin with the ant-formed boxing glove chasing after him.
Still on the floor, Dave and Beardo watched him go, listening to his screams fade into the distance.
"…We should probably put that fire out." Beardo said after a moment.
Dave gave him a look. "Gee, you think?"
(Confessional- Beardo)
"So, how about that Max guy?" He said awkwardly. "Kinda surprised that Chris made him do a team swap now. Usually those happen in the second episode of the season."
(Confessional- Dave)
Dave squirted some hand sanitizer on his hands, and began rubbing it in. "At first, I thought I would rather have Leonard back than that Max guy, but then I figured, at least Max knows what's real and what isn't."
(Confessional- Scarlett)
"Okay, so I may have rounded up a bunch of ants and snuck them into Max's bed," Scarlett admitted in a straight manner. "Nobody taunts me with a finger in my face, and gets away with it. Regardless, that's not the worst retribution I've ever distributed. Years ago, my little brother pulled at my hair, and I programmed his remote-control cars to attack him every night. He's still in therapy." She had a sinister smile as she mentioned the last bit.
"Hey, Topher? You have any advice on girls?" Rodney could be heard asking as the view shifted to the Maggots' cabin, cutting inside to the boys' side.
Topher finished pulling his shirt on. "Depends. What advice do you need?"
Across from him, Rodney sat half-hunched on his bunk, hunched over because he did not fit under the top bunk. "Breaking up with a girl. See, I kinda hit it off with one of the girls, and-."
"Really? Which one?" Topher interrupted, intrigued by what Rodney was saying.
"Scarlett, but the thing is I was involved with Jasmine before her, and I'm having trouble telling Jasmine it's over between us. I can never find the right time." Rodney explained.
Topher tapped his chin, listening to Rodney's explanation. "You really want my advice?"
The country boy nodded earnestly. "Yeah, I do."
"Then my advice is dump her as soon as you can. Not only is it awkward for both parties if you're having trouble breaking up with them, it also brings down a show's ratings."
"But how do I-?" Rodney started to ask again.
"Bup bup bup, it doesn't matter where or what's going on, just get it over with. The sooner that's over with, the sooner the drama kicks in and the ratings go back up." Topher cut him off.
(Confessional- Topher)
"I've watched a lot of TV, and if there's one thing I know, it's relationship drama. I see it all the time. The problem with relationship drama in TV is sometimes it drags on for too long, especially when somebody has trouble spitting out how they feel. I hope Rodney fesses up soon, or this show's ratings could tank," Topher said, bouncing a stone off the wall of the outhouse, eventually stopping the game and holding the stone in his hand as he finished his thoughts.
Dave panted as he arrived in the bonfire area, and took a seat on one of the stumps. Noticeably, the pits of his sweater vest were stained.
"Working out is not one of my things," he exhaled. "Worst part is I didn't even see Sky once on that jog."
"Hey, Dave!" The voice of Sky greeted, causing the neat freak to look up as she jogged over. "What're you doing over here?"
Dave immediately stood upon her arrival. "Oh you know, just taking a breather from the jog I just did around the island," he chuckled awkwardly.
Sky smiled at him. "You jog?"
"Not normally, no, but when you're on an island like this with nothing else to do but wait for challenges, it doesn't seem like a bad idea." As he spoke, he noticed his stained pits, and hastily covered them up.
"Oh, when did you start? I got up pretty early to start mine."
Thinking for a second, Dave answered uncertain of himself, "Almost as early as you? I mean, what a coincidence that is. Too bad we didn't wake up at the same time. We could've jogged together."
"We could do that tomorrow," Sky suggested, at which Dave smiled brightly.
"Yeah! Yes, absolutely!" Dave readily agreed.
"Great," Sky nodded, and then looked over her shoulder. "So… if you're done with your jog, want to go get breakfast?"
"Sure!" Dave once again agreed in an instant.
Sky turned, and left the bonfire area. As she walked away, Dave pumped a fist, quietly cheering 'Score!', and hurried to join her.
At the edge of the woods, Shawn examined the ground. "Hmm, no footprints. Strange… zombies don't have the brain function to think of covering their tracks. Unless, my research is wrong…" He shuddered at the thought his zombie research being incorrect.
"G'day, mate!" Jasmine said, and Shawn looked behind him, and got to his feet. The Outback explorer walked over to him. "What'cha looking at?"
"Last night before the challenge, I thought I saw a zombie around here." Shawn gestured to the general area they were in. "I thought I would see if I could find any clues, but so far I'm not finding anything. It's weird."
Jasmine shrugged in response. "Chris could've just been trying to rile you up before the challenge."
Shawn shook his head. "I don't think so. Chris would've said something about it if that were the case, but he didn't." The conspiracy nut glanced around. "Something strange is going on here."
Sammy then walked onto the scene, both Shawn and Jasmine turning their attention to her. "Hey, Jasmine, have you seen my make-up bag? I can't find it anywhere."
While Jasmine shook her head, Shawn raised an eyebrow at Sammy's statement.
In the Mess Hall, most of the Maggots were already seated with their breakfast. Beardo was being served by Chef, and the hulking man slapped some bacon wrapped in some kind of meat, a chicken leg, and an apple onto his tray.
"Huh, I think this actually looks edible today," Beardo observed, and got a growl from Chef. Turning away from Chef, Beardo picked up a piece of bacon, and bit into it. At that point, Sugar approached him.
"Hey, do me a favor and distract Chef. He won't give me seconds, and I want seconds." The pageant queen marched into the kitchen as Beardo tried to protest.
"Don't drag me into-!" The sound of the loudspeakers made him cease.
"Attention, campers! Breakfast is cutting into precious time that you could spend getting injured!" Chris declared with a chuckle. "Grab your swimsuits, and meet me at the dock, pronto!"
Standing from their tables, the teams murmured their complaints about breakfast getting cut short.
"You have ten seconds to leave the Mess Hall before I release The Raccoon!" Chris added after they finished their initial grumbles.
"The Raccoon?" Dave asked out loud for everybody, and they all began to laugh until they noticed a large crate being lowered into the mess hall behind them.
They all stared at the crate momentarily before the door broke off, and revealed a giant, muscled raccoon inside. The creature roared at them, causing them all to shriek, and flee the building.
Well, almost all of them.
Sugar rolled a cart loaded with bacon, chicken legs, and apples out into the main room from the kitchen. "Well, I'll be! This tastes just like my granny makes!" She commented as she bit into a chicken leg. The raccoon's large form loomed over her, casting a shadow and catching her attention. Protectively, she spread her arms over the food. "Back off! This is all mine!"
Outside, the rest of the campers stood before Chris, glaring at him.
"What's the big idea? That thing could've killed us!" Shawn snapped.
Happily, Chris shook his head. "Nah, only if you came between him and food." Staring at the campers, he gave them an odd look. "Team Rat, still looks like you're missing a player."
Sugar screamed as she was chucked out the mess hall window, clutching an armful of food.
"Never mind," Chris amended.
A flash forward showed both teams on the dock with Chris, the Maggots on the left side of the dock and the Rats on the right side, and both teams were wearing their swimsuits. Each team also had a diving suit and a pump beside them.
"Alright, here to help us get today's competition under way, say hello to classic competitors- Geoff and Bridgette!" Chris introduced.
Rowing up next to the dock in one of their first season team's old canoes, wearing their swimsuits, the two greeted the campers.
"Yo, dudes!" Geoff shot a finger pistol their way.
"Let's get this over with," Bridgette grumbled, and then pointed at Chris. "Remember, our contracts said demonstration only."
Chris held up a hand to stop any further complaints. "Relax, no demo needed. You and your beach bum boyfriend just have to chum the water. Try not to get eaten."
Bending down in the canoe, Geoff held up a bucket with something green spilling over the side. "Whoa, rank! What is this stuff?" Geoff asked after gagging at the bucket's smell.
"Leftovers from last season," Chris smiled.
Geoff held the bucket away from his body. "Mondo gross, dude. Whoa!" Some of the chum inside the bucket fell into the water, and Fang rose to the surface, taking a bite out of the canoe as Geoff jumped back.
"So not cool!" Bridgette cried out as Geoff protectively spread his arms out in front of her.
Ignoring the couple's fright, Chris started to explain, "Challenge, part one- Each team must get a pair of water skis in an underwater mission, or drown trying.
"One victim- I mean, camper, will snag the skis in an old-school diving suit," Chris held up one of the diving suits, "and float them to the surface while the rest of their team pumps them oxygen." He held up one of the pumps. "First team to surface their skis wins, and gets an advantage in part two."
The teams dispersed, and the focus centered on the Maggots first.
Holding the head of the diving suit, Jasmine spoke up, "Okay, we need someone to go down in the suit, and it can't be Rodney or me."
"Why can't it be you or him?" Topher inquired.
"Remember the cave in the last challenge? I get claustrophobic, and Rodney's too big for the suit." Jasmine gestured to Rodney's large frame.
Topher nodded. "Then I'll stay up here too, in case we need to keep Rodney on task. Right?" He nudged Rodney in the arm.
Rodney blinked at him before realizing what the junior Chris was getting at. "Oh yeah, that'll work!"
"So, that leaves Sammy and myself," Scarlett deduced, looking at the cheerleader. "If it's alright with you, I think I will handle this challenge. I was taken first last time, and wish to not appear to be expendable."
Sammy looked at her in surprise. "Oh! Well, okay, sure! I was kinda nervous about getting in the suit anyway." Sammy prodded her index fingers together sheepishly, looking down at the suit.
At the other end of the dock, the Rats gathered around Sky, who was holding the diving suit. "So, we need one person to get in the suit while the rest of us pump. Any volunteers?"
"I'll do it," Shawn offered, "I need to see if it's possible for a zombie to walk underwater."
"Fine by me, I bet something this old is riddled with germs," Dave commented, pointing to the suit.
(Confessional- Shawn)
"All of my research on zombies says that zombies can't travel through water, but with what happened last night, I can't be too sure," the conspiracy nut said.
Scarlett and Shawn were dressed in the diving suits, standing on either side of Chris. "Ready? Go!" The host declared, and the two contestants jumped in the water, slowly floating to the lakebed. Feet ahead of them, they could see the rocks that their teams' skis were tied to. Glancing at each other competitively, they started to wade their way.
Just as Shawn had gotten his start, he felt a tugging on the tube of his helmet connecting him to his oxygen supply. He looked over his shoulder, and saw Fang holding the tube. He let out a shriek of fright. Fang let go of the tube, and swam at Shawn. His survival instincts kicking in, Shawn reeled his fist back, and socked Fang right in the nose. The shark recoiled, and held a hand to his nose. After feeling the tender bruise, he growled at the boy. "Oh man," Shawn griped.
Up on the dock, Sammy kneeled as she tried to watch Scarlett. Topher stood beside her with his arms folded.
"Come on, Scarlett! You can do it!" The cheerleader twin supported.
"Hopefully, she's not the only one," Topher quipped, peering over his shoulder. The viewpoint shifted a few feet to Topher's right, where Jasmine was pumping and Rodney was… standing on the pipe that connected the pump to Scarlett's helmet.
Rodney awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he tried talking to Jasmine, "So, Jasmine, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about for the last few days."
"Really now?" Jasmine asked, intrigued.
The country boy nodded his head. "Yeah, see the thing is we… I mean, I… you and ice…"
"Mate, you're babbling a bit," Jasmine pointed out, continuing to pump and not noticing the growing air pocket in the tube.
He shook his head. "Right, sorry. The thing I'm trying to tell you is…"
Down in the lake, Scarlett had almost reached the team's skis when she paused, gasping for air. Realizing how low on oxygen she was, she yanked at her tube to send a signal to her teammates above the surface.
Rodney and Jasmine were too distracted by talking to notice, but Topher wasn't. He walked over, noticed the pipe, and shoved at Rodney. "Dude, move! You're standing on Scarlett's line."
Tipping over, Rodney topped on top of Jasmine, and the pair fell to the floor, forcing Jasmine's hands to leave the pump handle while the air pocket in the hose made its way down to Scarlett. Scarlett inhaled a breath of relief when the air got to her.
"What's the big idea?" Jasmine grunted as she tried to get out from under Rodney. Due to Rodney's large frame, however, he was heavier than she could push. As she tried to wriggle out, her eyes met his. She got a confused look on her face when she saw the look on his face. "Um, mate? Mind moving a little?"
(Confessional- Rodney)
"What was I thinking? Scarlett's not my dream girl. Jasmine is! She swept me off my feet!" Rodney exclaimed, holding his hands to his heart.
(Confessional- Jasmine)
Jasmine shrugged while sitting in the outhouse. "Rodney's a nice fellow, big and strong, but he has a problem with barking out what he wants to say."
At the Rats' pump, Sky pumped the bar up and down, consistently giving Shawn air.
"You're pretty good at that," Dave complimented, standing beside her and watching her.
Sky blushed at this. "Oh, it's nothing. It makes me think of push-ups, but standing up." Her stomach gurgled, and she let out a burp much like the one in the previous challenge. "Sorry, that was probably gross."
Dave held up soothing hands. "It's okay. I know you only do that when you're nervous, or you like a guy. Just out of curiosity though, which one is it?"
Next to him, Max groaned. "I'm bored! Someone end this challenge soon so we can get on with it!"
Beardo made a gesture with his hand. "Do you want to take a turn pumping?"
Max scoffed at the human soundboard. "Evil doesn't do manual labor. They make others do it."
Walking over, Sugar giggled. "You're funny, short guy! Got any more jokes with that routine?"
"Routine?!" Max practically screeched in offense. "Listen, you-!"
Down in the lake, Shawn wrestled with Fang, rolling over and over through the water as they went. Eventually, Shawn shoved Fang away from him, and the shark attempted a charge. Timing it just right, Shawn managed to jump out of Fang's way. With the momentum of his charge, Fang darted straight for the rocks holding the skis, which Scarlett was already at and attempting to unlock her team's skis. Fang crashed into the rock holding the Rats' skis, and inadvertently freed them to float to the surface.
As the skis emerged, a boat horn sounded while Chris called, "The Rats win the first challenge!"
Over at the mess hall, Chef whistled a tune as he finished cleaning up the mess that the raccoon made. He dumped the scraps in the trash, and tied the bag shut, hauling it out of the bin. Swinging the bag over his shoulder, he kicked open the back door of the kitchen, and went outside.
The hulking man circled around the side of the building, and discarded the bag in a metal trash can, slamming the lid on top for emphasis that the trash was taken out. He turned around, still whistling his tune when he heard a crash inside the mess hall.
"What the?" He muttered out loud, and hurried back into the kitchen. Upon re-entering the kitchen, everything seemed the same, except for the refrigerator door being wide open. "Somebody been raiding my fridge?!" The chef roared, and stomped over to it. He sniffed the area around it, and grumbled, "I smell make-up." Glancing down at his feet, he saw something else that could be a clue to the culprit.
At his feet was a blonde hair. Picking it up, he scowled.
"The Rats were the first to grab water skis," Chris announced to those gathered at the dock, "their reward? A McLean-brand speedboat to use in part two of the challenge!" The geeky, braces-wearing intern drove up in a dark red speedboat.
The Rats cheered at this reward, and Max rolled his eyes at his new teammates' excitement.
"And for the Maggots," Chris gestured to a yellow, inflatable life boat with a pirate ship steering wheel driven up to the dock by the intern with spiky hair. "A totally leaky dinghy."
The Maggots groaned, lowering their heads at their prize.
Scarlett walked onto the scene, holding the diving suit's helmet in her hands. "I apologize for failing you all," she apologized as her teammates looked at her, "but I do have a question. Was there a problem with the air hose? I experienced a cutoff from oxygen down there." At Scarlett's words, Rodney cringed.
Chris held up two fingers. "Part two of the challenge- a death-defying water ski race! The goal? Be the first to ring four bells on these four totally harmless buoys."
One of said buoys, actually water mines, was shown in the water with a bell attached on top. Bridgette and Geoff rowed on-camera, Bridgette doing most of the rowing while Geoff appeared to be either chumming the water, or trying to scoop water out of the canoe. As much as Bridgette tried not to hit it, the couple ran into one of the mines, causing it to blow up. The couple screamed as they were blown sky high.
Geoff, slightly burned from the explosion, slammed into an actual buoy, and held onto it to avoid sinking into the water. "Bridge was right! So not cool!"
Back on the dock, Chris chuckled, correcting, "Make that three bells!" Bridgette screamed, landing beside Chris on the dock, slightly burned as well. "See, you totally got to demo the challenge. Who will cry for their mommy, and whose cries will be drowned out by explosions? Find out when we return!"
Bridgette coughed as the show faded to black for commercial.
The show faded back in after commercial, and Chris began to speak. "Before the break, the Rats got dibs on a sweet speedboat, which they'll need." Shawn and Sky bumped fists at that. "Meanwhile, the Maggots are stuck with a leaky dinghy that couldn't float in a kiddie pool."
"Ooh, sick burn!" Beardo quipped off-handedly.
"Choose one person to drive, one person to operate the gull cannon, and at least three to ski," Chris instructed further.
Sammy glanced up at Jasmine. "Did he say 'gull cannon'?"
The host chuckled, "Yeah, you heard me." Taking out a remote, he pressed its button, and a machine gun, loaded with odd-looking seagulls, rose up in each boat.
"How diabolical!" Max gleefully commented as the cannons whirred to life.
"Each team gets three chances to shoot the bells, or the other team, especially the other team." Chris sent both teams a sneaky look, as if he was expecting them to do the second thing more than the first.
Kneeling on the dock, Scarlett prodded at the container of gulls. "These seagulls look different. They must be mutated." She pulled her hand back when one of the gulls in the container hissed at her.
Chris answered, "You're right, Scarlett. They're half seagull and half rattlesnake, and have paralyzing venom."
"Fascinating," Scarlett said quietly, staring at the mutated seagulls.
"Whichever team hits the most bells wins!" Chris concluded his explanation.
Sammy immediately raised her hand. "Ooh, I'll drive! I've had lots of practice driving when Amy made me drive her all over the place when she was too lazy to do it herself."
"I'll man the cannon, then. I'm a right crack shot," Jasmine volunteered, joining Sammy in getting in the dinghy.
Topher glanced at Rodney next to him. "I guess that leaves us to ski with Scarlett. You mind if we sit on your shoulders? They're big enough."
Rodney shrugged at him. "Um, sure, I guess."
"I'll drive," Shawn declared, jumping in the seat.
"And I'll sit next to you," Dave took the second seat. "it's safer than everything else."
"I call the cannon! Only someone as evil as me is worthy of operating it," Max stated, grabbing the cannon's controls, only to find a problem with the arrangement. "I'm going to need a boost."
As Max figured out his problem, Beardo, Sugar, and Sky stood on the dock with the handle for the skiing part and the skis themselves.
"I guess we're skiing," Sky concluded.
"This is perfect! I can show off my talent for water skiing, not that I've actually water skied before." Sugar said, modeling her bikini swimsuit.
Wordlessly, Chris held up his blowhorn, and turned it on, signaling for the challenge to start. The speedboat's engine revved up, and the boat zoomed away from the dock, pulling the three Rats and the skis with it.
The Maggots' dinghy slowly started up, and started moving. Rodney was on both skis, and Scarlett and Topher were on his shoulders as planned. However, due to the lack of momentum from the dinghy, they sunk in the water the moment they got in it.
"Woohoo, what a rush!" Shawn exclaimed as he drove.
Beside him, Dave appeared to be worried with the way he was clutching his seat. "Can't we slow down a little? This is a little fast!"
Once the Maggots were at a decent speed, the skiers were able to glide across the water as they were supposed to. Unfortunately, their newfound bliss at the situation was crushed by Fang's scary appearance.
"Crap! Go faster!" Topher hollered to Sammy.
Sammy looked back at him apologetically. "It doesn't go any faster! Sorry!"
"Well, do something!" Topher yelped as Fang came up for another attack, only for a seagull to hit the shark before it could touch them. "Huh?!"
"We're not having any of that," Jasmine said sternly, her cannon aimed in the skiers' direction before swiveling it forward. "Now, let's hit those bells."
"Make sure your aim is precise!" Scarlett advised over the wind. "By using that gull to take out Fang, you're down to two!"
On the Rats' boat, Max laughed. "Look at them! Trailing behind… this will be easy!" He aimed the cannon in front of him. "Alright, bell, prepare to be rung!" Firing the first gull, he grinned… which quickly turned into a grimace when a cry pierced the air.
Standing up with the gull's beak sunk into his back, Shawn shouted, "Zombie! The zombie bit me! Z-zombie…" He fell unconscious, and slumped over the dashboard.
"Shawn!" Dave yelped, and reached over to help him.
"Woopsies… guess my aim was off…" Max mumbled while prodding his fingers together sheepishly, not wanting to attract attention.
Not too far behind, the Maggots raced through the water to the first bell.
"Hey, it looks like the Rats are getting out of our way!" Sammy noted with surprise.
Jasmine smiled in response. "That's good. That'll make this easy." She fired off her second shot, and rang the first bell, causing the mine to explode.
The team let out a mix of cheers and screams of terror from being so close to the mine when it went off.
"Alright, we're in the lead!" Rodney cheered. Up on his shoulder, Scarlett looked behind them.
"In points, maybe, but we're about to physically be behind," she said.
The Rats zoomed past them, with Dave struggling to get Shawn into the passenger seat while driving with his foot. Max was still at the cannon, and Beardo and Sugar rode on one ski each, with Sky sitting on the latter's shoulders.
"Just sit there, and take it easy," Dave advised, finally getting Shawn into a sitting position and sitting down to drive the boat.
"My daddy makes soup for monkeys…" Shawn unconsciously said, slumped over in his seat.
Looking back at Max, Dave ordered sternly, "Max, you have to hit the next two bells with your last two shots!"
Max scowled at him. "Don't tell me what to do! I was already going to do that! Now, duck your head!" He prepared to aim, Dave yelping and ducking as told, and then fired.
The gull shot through the next bell, and the conscious Rats cheered as they sailed by.
"Awesome! Just one more, and we're taking home the gold!" Dave commented.
Shawn murmured something, half-asleep, and then his eyes shot open. "Zombie!" His arm flew out, and decked Dave.
Dave clutched his face, crying 'Ow!' as he fell over and out of his seat. Without anyone driving, the boat slowed down, and the skiers eventually caught up to the boat, falling into it. The Maggots took advantage of their accidental stop, and cruised by them in their dinghy.
Rodney whooped, "Alright, we're back in the lead again!"
"Will the Maggots have this in the bag, or will the Rats make a surprise turnaround? We'll see after the break!" Topher narrated.
Scarlett gave him a strange look. "You do know we already had a commercial, right?"
Beardo, Sky, and Sugar groaned, getting to their feet along with Dave in the boat.
"What happened?" Sky asked, looking at Max. "Why did we stop?"
Max pointed at Shawn. "Blame him! He punched our driver in the face!"
"It was the cheek," Dave corrected, feeling where Shawn had punched him. "He wouldn't have, and would still be driving if you hadn't shot him in the back!"
"Mom says video games are bad for brains. She lies!" Shawn randomly blurted out in his stupor. After his statement, Sugar giggled at him acting goofy.
Beardo mimicked a coach's whistle. "Okay, time out! We lost our skis, and we're behind! What do we do?"
Sky thought for a moment. "I think I know how to fix this. I'll drive, Dave and Sugar ski on Beardo since he's biggest, and Max and Shawn stay where they are. Agreed?"
"I have a couple of concerns about this," Beardo uneasily started to argue.
"Max, you're down to one shot," Sky turned to Max, and gazed at him. "Make it count!"
"Of course, what do you take me for? A fool?" Max scoffed.
A flash forward had the Rats back in the challenge, with Sugar skiing on Beardo's back while Dave stood behind her, and Sky driving the boat.
"Woohoo!" Sugar hollered. "This is workin'!"
"For you maybe!" Beardo quipped, and then winced. "Ow, water burn!"
Scarlett glanced back at the Rats over Rodney's shoulder when she heard the other team's motor start up again. "It appears they are back in the challenge," she noted, and turned to face the Maggots' dinghy. "Hurry and hit that bell!"
Jasmine clicked the cannon, but nothing happened. "I'm trying! I think it's jammed or something!"
"What?!" Sammy looked back at her friend. "But how are we supposed to-?!"
"Rock!" Jasmine pointed ahead, causing Sammy to face the front again. The cheerleader gasped.
The Maggots' dinghy flew up a ramp-like rock, and the whole group crashed into a larger rock a few feet away. Sammy fell on the highest point of the rock, Jasmine on the boat, Scarlett and Topher in the water, and Rodney on a small rock breaching the surface of the lake. The cannon was also busted, and the last rattlesnake-seagull was out of the cannon and on the dinghy, dazed as the rest.
"Ulp! Hurts so bad…" Rodney moaned, his private area hitting the rock.
The mutated seagull squawked in agreement as the Rats sailed by in their speedboat. Sugar laughed at them as she passed.
"I am so glad that we're not them," Dave said, looking back.
On the boat, Sky removed one hand from the steering. "Look, there's the last bell! Get ready, Max!"
Max saw the target up ahead, and began aiming.
(Confessional- Sky)
"You know how seconds are on the clock when you're down to your last play in lots of sports? It sort of felt like that. It felt like a rush," Sky compared.
Max cackled, "Fire in the hole!" He shot the last mutated seagull in the cannon, and almost immediately, he cringed at the sound of a feminine cry.
The camera panned over to the right, showing the driver's seat of the boat.
Sky was standing, and clutching onto the windshield while the seagull's fangs sunk into her back. "K-Keith… Keith… Keith…" She then collapsed onto the floor.
"Oh, come on!" Max complained after getting over his initial shock. "I thought I had it that time!"
Unfortunately, as Sky's foot was still on the gas pedal, the boat kept moving.
"Hey, what's going on?" Sugar called out as the boat started to cruise around willy-nilly. "Someone, do something!"
At this, Max hurried up to the driver's seat, and tried to take control. At the same moment, Shawn blinked sleepily.
"Uh, what? What's happening?" The conspiracy nut asked.
At the Maggots' crash site, they were all slowly recovering from the crash.
"I'm really sorry, guys." Sammy apologized. "I shouldn't have looked away."
Jasmine shook her head, and looked up at the cheerleader's perch. "It's not your fault. It was an accident. It could've happened to anyone."
Topher lifted one of his hands out of the water, and pointed. "Hey, isn't that the last bell over there?"
The camera shifted over to the remaining mine.
"Yeah, it is!" Jasmine agreed, and looked down at the dazed gull. "And we still have one of these fellows left." She picked it up, the creature thankfully too stunned to attack her. "Sorry about this, mate!" Reeling her arms back, she chucked the mutant at the mine.
As it flew through the air, the bird regained consciousness, and noticing its situation, squawked frantically while failing to backpedal mid-air.
With what appeared to be precise aim from Jasmine, the bird successfully flew through the bell's zone, and it dinged. The entire mine blew up in an explosion of water seconds afterwards.
On the Dock of Shame, Chris watched through binoculars. "Ka-boom! Haha!" He laughed.
A flash forward had the two teams back on the beach. "The Mutant Maggots win!" Chris announced, and the team weakly cheered after their long swim back to shore.
Sammy beamed, looking up at her teammate. "Nice shot, Jasmine! Thanks to you, we won the challenge!"
"Ah, I'm just being me- a right-crack shot." Jasmine winked while smiling at her friend.
Rodney blushed, saying, "You can take a shot at me, anytime."
Next to the country boy, Topher blinked, and glanced at him. "Say what now?"
Further up on the beach, the Rats gathered around Sky.
"Hey, I think she's coming to," Dave said, leaning in for a closer look. "Sky?"
Sky opened her eyes sleepily. "Uh, Keith?"
The viewpoint switched to Sky's perspective, and while she could see her teammates, they all seemed normal, except for Dave, who appeared to be well-muscled.
"Sky, you okay?" Dave asked in a suave tone.
"Uh, what?" Sky blinked, snapping back to her senses. As she blinked, Dave went back to looking like he normally did.
In a more concerned tone, Dave asked again, "You okay?"
Sitting upright, Sky looked around as her teammates backed away to give her space. "What happened? I remember driving the boat, and then nothing."
"You blacked out, just like I did," Shawn informed her. "You got a gull to the back."
"And we lost the challenge too," Beardo added solemnly.
Sky pounded her fist on the sand. "Ugh, really thought we had that one!"
(Confessional- Sky)
"The last two times we've lost, I wasn't in control of the team." She stated, "Shawn led us in the snow fort challenge, and now in this challenge, we lost after I went unconscious." The gymnast groaned. "I like my team, but can they really not win without me?"
Sky stepped out of the confessional, and started heading back to camp. After she was gone, Sugar poked her head out from behind the outhouse.
"Sounds like someone's got an ego," Sugar snorted to herself. The pageant queen then donned a malicious grin. "Wait until the others get a load of this!"
A flash forward saw Sugar standing in front of the Rats' cabin, and Beardo, Shawn, and Max were sitting on the steps.
"And then she was all, 'Can they not win without me?' or some crap like that. Can you believe that chick?" Sugar asked the boys.
"Me being in charge of the team was so not the reason we lost the snow fort challenge!" said Shawn. "It was that beetle that Ella made friends with that made us lose that one."
Max crossed his arms, huffing. "The nerve of her to believe she is in charge of the team. I'm the one in charge, obviously."
At that moment, Sky and Dave walked over to their team.
"Hey, guys. What're we talking about?" Sky inquired.
Beardo stood up from his seat. "We were talking about how we can't win a challenge without you." Sky gasped in shock.
Sugar gave her a confirmatory nod. "Heard ya talking in the outhouse."
"Sugar, that outhouse is the confessional. That's only meant for our private thoughts. You had no right to eavesdrop," Sky glared at her.
"I didn't eavesdrop. I just happened to overhear when I came close. There's a difference," argued the pageant queen.
Dave attempted to interject. "Hey, hey, let's not get mad at Sky. She's not the problem here. Max is!" He pointed at the wannabe villain. "He hit two of our drivers with gulls today."
"Not on purpose, you ingrate." The wannabe villain rolled his eyes. "The cannon's aim was off."
"Even so, you did what you did," Dave pointed out, and then gestured to Sky with his hand. "At least Sky has come up with plans that have helped us before."
"Yeah, helped us lose!" Sugar heckled.
Sky scowled, speaking up, "Hey, my ideas helped us try to win!"
The sound of a foghorn put an end to the arguing, and the team stared at Beardo.
"Okay, clearly we all have an idea of who should go, and that's the end of it. Let's all just chill out in our separate ways, and just get ready for this ceremony," suggested the human soundboard.
Shawn nodded, and got up from his seat. "Best idea I've heard all day." He got off the steps, and started heading to his tree.
The rest of the team dispersed. Beardo and Max disappeared into the cabin, Sugar went off to the mess hall, and Dave and Sky were left standing in the clearing. Sky slouched, putting her face in her hands, and Dave placed a comforting hand on her back.
(Confessional- Beardo)
"What Sugar told us about Sky hurt a bit, and I really don't know what's best for the team's future," Beardo sighed. "I have to make a decision, though. We've got a ceremony pretty soon."
That night, all six of the Rats sat in the same row, the first one. Sky sat on the left corner, with Dave on her right, Shawn to his right, Beardo, Sugar, and then Max at the right corner.
"After an episode full of water and explosions, it's the Rats that have exploded the most," Chris stated from his oil drum podium. He picked up a marshmallow from his plate. "The following players are safe… Beardo!"
The hairy teen caught his marshmallow with slight hesitation.
"Shawn!" Even more hesitant than Beardo, Shawn caught his.
"Sugar!" Unlike the first two, Sugar was happy as she received her treat.
"And with one vote against him… Dave!" The neat freak was rather alarmed that he had gotten a vote, but still managed to catch his invincibility symbol. "We're down to Max and Sky. Max, your lousy cannon skills have your teammates questioning your usefulness."
"The cannon was off!" Max defended once again.
"Sky, you seem to think your team can't win without you in charge," Chris continued, ignoring Max's outburst. "Your team doesn't seem to like that kind of thought."
Sky threw up her hands. "Nobody was supposed to hear that!"
Chris smiled at the two remaining campers' reactions. "The Marshmallow of Toxic Loserdom goes to…"
Max and Sky's eyes widened, anticipating the announcement of the named camper. Max actually appeared scared, evidenced by the beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. Sky clenched her fists tight.
Chris opened his mouth.
The two campers shot looks at each other desperately.
"…Max!"
Releasing the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, Sky exhaled in relief while Dave smiled at her comfortingly.
Meanwhile, Max ducked as the glowing marshmallow flew over his head. Once the danger had passed, he stood up with a fierce look in his eye. "Revenge! You shall regret ever having met me, Chris McLean!"
Chris blinked at him, and then shrugged. "Little late for that."
"The pain I will inflict on you will-!" Max was cut off by Chef grabbing him by the front of his jumpsuit. "Um, let me go and I will give you a good position in my world takeover?" He tried weakly. Chef forcibly tucked him under his arm, and started carrying him down to the dock. "Let me go! I will swear vengeance!" He shouted, futilely kicking his legs at the air.
Sugar snickered as Chef carried him off. "Wow, even when he's getting eliminated, he's still funny."
Down at the Hurl of Shame, Max sat in the bucket of the device. "I hope you're happy, McLean. Once you get rid of me, you won't have the most evil villain on your show anymore."
Chris laughed next to the lever. "Yeah right, I can think of, like, ten people on this show that are more evil than you."
"Blasphem-meeeeee!" Max wailed as he was flung into the night sky.
Chris smiled, turning to the camera. "That's one villain gone, I guess. He wasn't so much of a villain, but I guess he did bad things. Will Sky's relationship with her team be strained? Will Rodney ever pick a girl? And which team will lose next? Find out next time on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island!"
(cue end credits)
Max- 11th
Ella- 12th
Amy- 13th
Leonard- 14th
With that, Max is officially gone. Max is a funny character, I won't deny, but I felt that he long overstayed his welcome in canon. If it wasn't for Sugar tattling on Ella to Chris, Max would've been gone when he should've been. In comparison to Scott, who purposefully shot at his teammates, Max did it on accident, mostly due to his height.
Sugar appears to be stirring the pot a little. What does this mean for Sky? And Keith has been name-dropped too, a number of episodes before he canonically would be.
Since Dakota is not present as an intern, I brought in Geoff to fill her spot. It seemed like a logical choice since Bridgette cameo'd. Also, apologies for making everyone wait an extra week. The next episode has been giving me plot troubles. It's not even halfway done yet, but I didn't want to leave everybody hanging for another few minutes, or another few hours.
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