Nicky Haugh: Thank you as always!
La Rosa Rossa: Thank you! And nice new penname!
SideshowJazz1: I do know that tumblr, and may have submitted a few asks to it. Scarlett being all crazy evil wasn't the problem. The problem was Max. He was holding her back with all his shenanigans and irritating her.
The Phenomenal Flair: Yeah, Shawn winning a challenge practically designed for him felt too simple. And yeah, Chris needs to be taken down a peg every now and then. I prefer him hosting than Chef, though. Chef's challenges would all be military or cooking themed; I like Chris and having a variety.
Derick Lindsey: Don't worry, even though it wasn't shown at the ceremony, Sammy will have problems with Shawn's choice soon. She was just in too much shock at the reveal to react at the moment.
AnonReviewer: Surprise! And yes, the fic is being continued. I have a life outside of writing this, and it takes time to write an episode.
That British Guy: Topher wasn't so much as delusional as overconfident.
SilentSinger948: Thank you! Never underestimate someone who gets far. They may surprise you, just like I did.
StarHeart Specials: I don't really ship DJ/Sammy. I was just referencing their relationship in Fangren's Total Shuffled series, and it could also be read as a fan crushing on a celebrity.
Joel Connell: It was a risky plan, but Scarlett did it so there would be a definite elimination instead of risking her place in the game with a tiebreaker. Meh, Chris authorized Chef to host the episode after getting stuck, so I think he'd roll with whoever is in the catapult. Don't worry, I'm still updating. Like I told AnonReviewer, I have a life outside of writing this, such as school and other personal interests.
Fear the Darkness Inside: Interesting finale prediction. We'll have to wait and see who it ends up being at the end of this episode.
WhydoyouhateTD: Thank you for your kind words. The writing style is actually inspired by Fangren, a friend of mine on here. If it weren't for them, my writing style for this story wouldn't be so detailed.
Sunset: No, they did not. You'll find out why in this episode. And no, it wasn't intentional. It just turned out that way.
Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama. I only own a DVD of season one and a couple TD shirts.
Episode 12- The Enchanted Franken-Forest
"Previously on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island, I took some time off for personal reasons I'd rather not discuss," Chris narrated over footage of him getting flung into the communal washrooms by Shawn's trap. "Hey, who edited that in there? Not funny, guys!
"Okay, that's better," Chris continued as the footage showed Chef and the final four at the table where they tried to eat their own dishes and began to vomit. "Chef led the final four players in a revolting cook-off which resulted in Samey upchucking all of her loser-ness. Meanwhile, Topher found himself getting brutally beaten down by Chef despite showing his admiration for the big guy." Clips of Topher getting hit by the frying pan, and then getting shot at by the spaghetti cannon were shown.
"Just when Scarlett thought she had the win locked, Samey took it just out of her reach. In the end, Topher got eliminated thanks to a very strategic plan by Scarlett and his own mistake that earned him Shawn's vote." Sammy was shown winning by grabbing the pole just as Scarlett slid by, and then Topher was shown getting hurled into the night sky. "We're down to three, and- hey!" The footage cut to the clip of Chris getting flung into the washrooms over and over again.
"No, no!" The camera zoomed out to show Chris watching the clip on a monitor on the Dock of Shame. He got out of his deck chair, and shoved the monitor off-screen. "Not funny! That editor is so fired! Eleven players down, three to go, only two will move on to the final round. Who will be left standing? Find out right now on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island!"
(cue intro)
When the show faded back in after the intro, the camera zoomed in on the cabin still standing and cut inside.
Sammy was shown in an extreme close up, sleeping in her bed. She blearily opened her eyes, and yelped, shooting upright when the camera zoomed out to show Scarlett standing at her bedside with a clipboard.
"What're you doing?!" Sammy asked incredulously.
"Analyzing how you slept," Scarlett said, making notes on her clipboard. "I found a number of anomalies dissociated with signs of a positive REM sleep. In other words, you didn't sleep well, and I now have another advantage over you." Smirking, Scarlett left Sammy's bedside, having completed her notes.
Sammy shuddered as Scarlett left her alone.
(Confessional- Sammy)
"As much as I hate to admit it, Scarlett is right. I didn't sleep very well last night," Sammy admitted, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. "But can she blame me? She was watching me while I was sleeping!"
(Confessional- Scarlett)
"Finally, after all these challenges, I'm so close to the finale and winning the one million dollar prize," Scarlett said, adjusting her glasses as her confessional began. "With Samey inadequately prepared for the next challenge, and Shawn mistakingly helping my plan, I am guaranteed a place in the final two and no one can stop me!" She began to laugh evilly as the background in the window of the outhouse flashed with lightning.
The confessional static transitioned to the campgrounds, and zoomed in on the mess hall. A cut inside showed Scarlett sitting alone at the table closest to the kitchen, and she continued to scribble on her clipboard as Chef walked by.
"Here's your breakfast," the burly man said, plopping an egg in a cup on top of Scarlett's clipboard, annoying the genius redhead.
Scarlett eyed the egg. "I was expecting more sustenance given we're expected to compete in the final three challenge, but I suppose it was wrong of me to have such high expectations."
Chef snorted, "I'll show you high expectations…" He lumbered back to the kitchen.
The camera panned to the left, showing Sammy watching the exchange and then she turned to face away from Scarlett and Chef's direction, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
"I thought we were voting for Scarlett," she said in a disapproving tone.
Shawn sighed as the camera panned across the table, showing him sitting across from Sammy at the table closest to the window. "Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I let Scarlett get in my head, and I thought she might have a point about Topher."
"You should've told me. I would've talked it over with you."
"I didn't need to talk anything over with you." As he talked, Shawn took his egg out of its cup and examined it closely. "We were never officially in an alliance, and I make my own choices. Before, I might've voted with others if I thought it was best for my game, and that's exactly what I did last time, I voted for what I thought was best for my game."
"Oh, so if it was best for your game to vote me off, you'd do it?" Sammy challenged, daring him to answer. A slam behind her made her bounce a foot in the air off her seat. She looked behind her, and saw Chef slamming an oversized cup on Scarlett's table.
"Here's your high expectations," the man huffed, carrying a tray containing two more oversized cups over to Shawn and Sammy's table.
"Yeah, I would. And don't bother trying to eat your egg, they're beyond hard-boiled." Shawn threw his egg over his shoulder without a care.
The camera followed as the egg bounced against the floor, then the wall beneath the window, the ceiling, and then clonking Chef in the forehead. The man gave a cry as he fell onto his back, and the two oversized cups meant for Shawn and Sammy landed on their table on their sides.
Over at her table, Scarlett couldn't help but laugh at Chef's humiliation, only to have spoken too soon as the egg proceeded to clonk her in the forehead too, forcing her to fall back off her seat. She groaned out of view.
The camera panned over to Shawn and Sammy, and Sammy continued where their conversation left off. "Well, even if it was better for my game to vote you off, I'd still take you over Scarlett." She pointed her thumb over her shoulder presumably at Scarlett. "Voting off my ally after working together with them sounds like something my sister would do."
Shawn shrugged. "If that's what you think is best for your game, do what you gotta do. I intend to do the same."
"Shawn, don't you get it? I wouldn't vote you off," Sammy emphasized, "but Scarlett could target either of us. Make the alliance official, and we both can go to the end. I can make sure Scarlett doesn't win, and you can get to the finale. It's a win-win."
"I would like to win so I can get the money I need to build my dream zombie apocalypse bunker, and if Chris surprises us with a mental challenge instead of a physical one, I'd stand a better chance against you than Scarlett," Shawn said thoughtfully. "Alright, you've got an official alliance."
Sammy smiled brightly, and held up her hand for a high-five. "Anti-Scarlett Alliance?"
"Anti-Scarlett Alliance," Shawn confirmed, giving Sammy the high-five.
(Confessional- Sammy)
"Hopefully now that Shawn's in an official alliance with me, he won't let Scarlett get into his head again. With it being two against one, we should have no problem getting her out," Sammy said. She looked around, and started rubbing her arm. "I really hope I didn't just jinx that."
(Confessional- Shawn)
"So, I've gone this whole game without a single solid alliance up until now. Is it necessary? Maybe. But as long as I get one step closer to my dream, I'm fine with it," Shawn said.
When the static cleared away, the camera showed the sun and then panned down some odd-looking trees until it found Chris standing before the final three next to an oddly-shaped orange plant.
"Finalists, welcome to the Mutant Forest of Terror!" Chris greeted, giving a creepy tone near the end with a spooky wag of his fingers.
The camera briefly cut to show the forest in question, which included spiky plants, giant mushrooms, and some of the mutants the campers had met earlier in the season.
"Oh wow… I'm not sure if I- ah!" Wide-eyed at the sight of the forest, Sammy had taken a couple steps back only for a jet of steam to emerge from the ground she was about to step on and gave way. She gave a little shriek as she started to fall, but Shawn acted quickly, and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Oh yeah, watch your step," Chris added as if he was having an afterthought, the camera showing Sammy just a foot from falling into toxic waste. "Biohazardous sinkhole- they put the mutant in Mutant Forest of Terror."
Sammy sighed in relief as Shawn hauled her out of the hole. "Thanks, Shawn."
Chris gestured to his left. "They're also where Chef gets his Marshmallows of Toxic Loserdom." The camera cut to Chef in his hazmat suit at another sinkhole, using a fishing pole to reel a newly-glowing marshmallow out of it. "One of you gets to eat that tonight."
"Seeing as nobody this season has actually done that, I doubt it," Scarlett remarked.
Not letting Scarlett's comment irritate him, Chris continued speaking. "The challenge- Race through the Mutant Forest to find the elusive Chris-a-lis flower." He took out a notebook with a picture of a flower taped onto it, and held it up for the final three to see. "First person to present it to me wins immunity." As Chris spoke, the flower was shown in a close-up, showing white spikes near its base and its four pink petals near the top.
"Which means they get to pick who goes with them to the finale," Sammy concluded, looking to Shawn with a smile. Shawn nodded in response.
This time, Chris was actually annoyed by the interruption, and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks for doing my job, Cheer Squad."
Scarlett walked over to the host, glancing at him flatly. "Once again, you neglect a mental competition for a physical one. Given your intelligence quotient, I shouldn't even be surprised by your inability to create one at this point."
Chris regarded her with an insulted glare. "Scarlett, be a dear and move a step closer."
Shifting her glance between him and the orange plant, she said, "If this specimen of mutated wildlife attempts any form of assault on me, I will not hesitate to reply in kind." She stepped closer to the plant.
It promptly set fire to her skirt, causing her to shriek.
Sammy and Shawn's eyes went wide in the brief cut to their reactions before the camera cut back to Scarlett attempted to swat out the flames. Chef, now out of his hazmat suit, walked over with a fire extinguisher, and sprayed some foam onto Scarlett, putting the fire out.
"Since this could easily give third-degree burns, perhaps it would not be wise to pay it retribution," Scarlett mused, glaring at the plant.
"There's more of those little flamethrower flowers," Chris said, "but the flower you're looking for is attached to a very special plant- a Venus flytrap, or as I like to call him, Larry!"
"Wait, a Venus flytrap? That could actually eat us," Shawn protested.
"I don't know. We're all pretty scrawny," Sammy spoke up, initially frightened but getting bolder by every word. "Maybe if it eats Scarlett, it'll be too full since her head is pretty big."
"Excuse me, but my cranium is of average size even if my intelligence surpasses the assumed brain capacity," Scarlett remarked, walking back over to the other two members of the final three.
Chris soon joined them, and placed himself between Scarlett and the other two. "If you plan on getting the flower, you're going to have to do it without letting yourself get eaten by Larry." He distinctly glanced at Scarlett when he next said, "How's that for a mental challenge?" As Scarlett pursed her lips thoughtfully, Chris continued to explain, "Find Larry, and you find the flower. Oh, and watch your step. Those sinkholes are everywhere."
As if to prove Chris's point, the camera zoomed out to show several sinkholes in the immediate area, including the one Sammy had nearly backed into and a rather large sinkhole in the foreground close to the camera. One of the male interns carrying a boom mic accidentally ran right into the large sinkhole, screaming as he fell in with a splash.
"Wait for it…" Chris said in the background, holding up a finger. The intern soon rose out of the hole, severely mutated. His right arm and the opposite were browned and misshapen, his neck had spots on it, one of his eyes was swollen, and he now had bat wings grown out of his back. "See ya Josh, enjoy your new job in the circus!" As the intern flew away, the camera cut back to Chris and the contestants.
"Um, question?" Shawn raised his hand nervously after having seen that horrifying display. "How are we supposed to find this Larry?" Chris whipped out a sheet of paper, the camera zooming in on it from the other side.
The paper showed a green circle, then a trail leading to a big red 'X'.
"Oh, I see! We each get a map," Sammy said in understanding.
"No, you each get a piece of the map," Chris corrected, pulling the sheet out of the camera's sight. The sound of paper tearing could be heard, and Chris's arms were then shown handing each contestant a piece of the map. "You think printer cartridges grow on trees? You can work together, or you can go it alone."
Chris walked away, and left the final three to discuss. Shawn and Sammy held up their pieces to each other, and the camera shifted to show that they had the first two-thirds of the map.
Scarlett shoved Shawn's head out of her way, saying 'Pardon me', and quickly scanned her eyes over the incomplete map. Shawn and Sammy scowled at her as she then moved away from the pair, looking over her portion of the map. "Ah, I believe I've got it. So long, peons! I sincerely hope you fall into one of those sinkholes." She ran off, cackling to herself.
Once Scarlett was out of earshot, the pair looked at their incomplete map again.
"Okay, so it looks like we're here," Shawn stated, pointing to the green circle on the map. He traced the path with his finger. "As long as we stick to the path, that should bring us pretty close to the flower's location. I'm pretty good at recognizing fauna, so I should be able to guide us the rest of the way from there even without a map."
Sammy smiled as they tucked away their respective map pieces for safe keeping. "Sounds great. Let's get going."
"We just have to watch out for the sinkholes. One wrong move, and we could become zombies," Shawn said, walking ahead.
Sammy shrugged, beginning to follow him. "Watching for the sinkholes should be easy, right? I mean, all we have to do is watch for the jet-!" As Sammy spoke, a steam jet emerged from the ground right in front of her. She shrieked, beginning to fall into a sinkhole. Shawn acted quickly, and once again seized her by the arm. "Phew, thanks! This might be harder than we thought."
"Nobody's becoming a zombie if I have anything to say about it," Shawn replied.
(Confessional- Sammy)
"Oh em gee, Shawn saved my life twice already, and the challenge barely even started," Sammy exclaimed, raising her arms up in the air. She sighed, and folded her arms over her chest. "If that's not a sign winning this challenge will be really tough, I don't know what is."
(Confessional- Scarlett)
Scarlett trailed her eyes over her piece of the map before addressing the camera. "Shawn might be a survival expert, but he's not the only one to have studied fauna before coming onto the show. Due to the carnivorous nature of the Venus flytrap, I found it quite interesting." She smiled as she thought back to her studies. "By cross-referencing the mutation effect I've witnessed on this island with my knowledge of a Venus flytrap's natural habitat, I should be able to find this so-called Larry without much trouble."
Scarlett was shown jogging into the forest, and coming to a stop.
The genius redhead looked around. "I'm seeing lots of potential sources of nitrogen, so this is clearly the wrong location." She glanced at her map piece. "How am I supposed to determine where this place on the map is without a decent vantage point?" She narrowed her eyes, examining her surroundings. "Think, Scarlett, think."
The sound of a fly caught her attention.
The scene cut to a rather giant fly buzzing around ahead on the path. It was circling another one of the fire-breathing plants that had attacked Scarlett. The plant spewed fire, and the fly hovered up to dodge it.
Scarlett blinked, and then grinned. "Excellent."
Further back the trail, Shawn and Sammy walked along, following their map.
"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Sammy inquired, passing over a steam jet and taking an extra big step to avoid the sinkhole that formed immediately after. "It all looks the same to me."
Shawn nodded. "I'm pretty sure. I'm seeing landmarks around here that I'm seeing on the map." He briefly looked up from the map, and then did a double take. "Uh, what's Scarlett doing?" Sammy stepped up beside him, and they both stared.
The scene cut to Scarlett, who had a vine lasso in her hand and successfully roped the giant fly. "Gotcha." She reeled it in towards her, and glared at it. "Listen, you abomination, take me up so I can get a look at the forest or so help me, I'll make sure that plant fries you pretty good next time."
An expression of fear could be seen in the fly's eyes, and it timidly obeyed her. Scarlett happily let the fly ascend, and kept a firm grip on the lasso as the fly began to carry her up into the air.
As she began to rise above the tree line, Scarlett took out her piece of the map so she could compare what she would see to her map, but the wind from flying made the paper flap about in her hand until it slipped completely.
"No, no!" Scarlett protested, trying to snatch the paper but missing until it was no longer in her range. "No!"
"The last piece of the map!" Shawn pointed, and then smiled. "Finale, here I come!" He ran to catch the paper.
Sammy raised her hand in slight objection. "Um, you mean we, don't you?"
(Confessional- Shawn)
Shawn shrugged as he sat in the confessional outhouse. "Sammy's nice and all, but I need that money. Zombie bunkers are expensive to build and stock, especially with the plans I have in mind for mine. We're still a team though, and she doesn't have to worry. Scarlett's as good as gone."
"Just getting the map might not be good enough," Sammy mused while walking in the direction Shawn went. "We need to stop Scarlett from getting a bird's eye view, or a fly's eye view if they're that big around here."
She heard a familiar bleat, and she looked over her shoulder.
One of the flying goats was at a bush, eating the leaves and branches.
"Hi, mister or missus flying goat," Sammy warily walked up to it, and it paused its eating to look at her. "Remember me? I need a little favor."
Up in the sky, Scarlett had risen high above the trees by this point. The fly was straining its wings to keep Scarlett that high.
Looking down below her, she looked in every direction she could.
"Thankfully, I remember details from the map so I can still try and find that flytrap," Scarlett remarked to herself. "Let's see…" She squinted her eyes in one direction, and then popped them wide-open. "Aha! There! I think I see its habitat!" A bleating sound caught her ear, and she looked behind her. She gasped.
The mutant goat Sammy had talked to flew up to Scarlett's level.
The genius redhead raised a finger, glaring at the animal. "Don't you dare…"
The goat dared. It huffed, and puffed a flame right through the lasso that had Scarlett tethered to her fly.
"Curse you!" Scarlett swore as she rapidly fell out of the sky.
Shawn snatched the third piece, calling out, "Got it!" Putting them together, he stopped to look over the complete product. "Okay, let's see where we're supposed to-" A hiss rang out, and a steam jet emerged right behind him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Shawn flailed, trying to get his balance and not fall to his doom.
Sammy ran towards her alliance partner. "Shawn, I'm coming!" Unfortunately for her, Scarlett fell right on top of her as she was running underneath. "Oof," she grunted as she collapsed onto her belly.
"That insolent goat," Scarlett grumbled, rubbing her head with one hand before peering down on who she had landed on top of. "Oh, how nice. I thank you for breaking my fall, but I must be going now." She swiftly jumped to her feet, running off. She passed Shawn, who was still trying not to fall into the sinkhole. Stopping by him, she snagged the map from his grasp. "And I thank you for retrieving my piece, as well as for handing over the rest of the map."
As Scarlett ran away, Shawn finally fell into the sinkhole, but managed to grab onto the edge. Pulling himself up, he glared in the direction Scarlett had gone.
At that point, Sammy recovered from being used as a landing pad, and started getting up. "Ugh, it felt just like Amy using me to break her fall back home." She looked to the side, and gasped. "Shawn!" Hurrying over to the sinkhole, she grabbed Shawn by the elbow and helped him climb out. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Shawn said, brushing lingering dirt off his body. "We have a bigger problem. Scarlett has the map."
"What?!"
(Confessional- Sammy)
"I came onto Total Drama to get away from Amy for a couple of days, hopefully even longer if I got far enough," Sammy admitted. "Even though she got onto the show too, she was voted off pretty early and I got a few days away from her anyway. I never thought I'd make it this far, and now that I did, I really want to win- to prove to my sister that I don't always lose, and to avenge Jasmine. If I have to play hardball to get Scarlett out so I can do that, I will!" She concluded her confessional with a pound of her fist down into her open palm.
Scarlett walked through the forest, holding the map in front of her. "Drat, now where am I?" She stared at the foliage around her, and tried to figure out where it was on the map. "I fear falling from that fly may have disoriented me. With how packed this place is, I can't find a way to tell which way I'm supposed to go." She paused, glancing at the camera recording her. "And I really need to stop talking to myself out loud. I probably look foolish."
Shawn and Sammy walked along the path, and Sammy seemed to be getting the hang of avoiding the steam jets as she took a smooth, extra big step over a jet without breaking her stride. "How are we supposed to find Larry now?"
Stopping near the fire-breathing plant, Shawn gave it a punch to stun it so that they wouldn't be attacked by fire. "From what I know about flytraps, they need places that are poor in nitrogen, like a bog." He blinked in realization. "Come to think of it, I think I remember seeing a bog on the map."
"Great, so can you get us there? And like, quickly enough to beat Scarlett?"
"You bet your head I can. This way!" Shawn pointed over his shoulder, and they ran off to the camera's right.
(Confessional- Shawn)
"Have I mentioned that I don't like Venus flytraps?" Shawn asked. "They're like zombie plants. Probably the only good thing about them is that they can't move like human zombies can. Just gotta stay out of their snapping range, and I'm fine."
Scarlett placed a hand on what looked like moss on the side of a tree, grabbing a fist full of it she pulled her hand back and ran her fingers through the moss. "Feels consistent like moss, but due to the unlimited potential for mutation on this island, there's no way to confirm this is moss that grows on the northern side of trees." Annoyed, she threw the handful of moss to the ground. "Useless."
"Hurry, it should be up here!" Shawn's voice rang out.
Scarlett's eyes went wide, her attention taken away from the moss. The genius redhead dove into the nearest bush, and Shawn and Sammy soon ran by.
"I really hope she didn't get there first," Sammy said as they went.
A moment after they had left the screen, Scarlett poked her head out from the bush, and smirked darkly.
The scene flashed forward, and Shawn and Sammy were shown walking into the camera's view from the left.
Sammy glanced at Shawn. "I've never been to a bog before. How do we know that we got there?"
Shawn reached his arm out, and grabbed Sammy's upper arm. "Sammy!"
Sammy looked back at him. "Wha-eek!" Her next step forward didn't touch ground, and she nearly fell forward into what looked like the toxic swamp water from the eighth episode of the season. "Whoa, that was close!"
As the camera zoomed out, Shawn declared, "The bog, we're here!" The camera panned across the bog until a large, green plant with what looked like white teeth was shown. The camera then zoomed in on the flower above the white teeth. "There's the flower!"
"Oh em gee, look at Larry," Sammy gasped as the scene cut back closer to Shawn and her. "It's huge!"
A loudspeaker whirred to life, and Chris corrected, "Nope, he's colossal!" The host chuckled as the scene cut to him at the finish line, watching the challenge from a monitor. "Will Shawn and Sammy live long enough to pick that flower? And will Scarlett sneak up from behind and snag the win? Find out when we return on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island!" The camera faded to black, allowing the show to go to commercials.
When the show faded back in, Chris was still sitting in his deck chair and looking through what appeared to be a photo album with Chef standing nearby and looking over his shoulder.
"Aw, Larry, he used to be such a sweet little guy," Chris reminisced as the camera viewed pictures from the album, all of which were of Chris and Larry back when the flytrap was small and in a plant pot. Chris pushed the flytrap in a stroller, played ping-pong with it, and then Larry was shown sitting on one of the toxic waste barrels. "Until I left him on the island and kinda forgot about him for a few years while the toxic waste piled up, mutating him into a freakish botanical mistake." The host sniffled, and closed the album. "They grow up so fast…" He started to cry as the camera panned to Chef Hatchet, rolling his eyes at his friend.
(Confessional- Chef)
Chef crossed his arms, explaining, "I knew coming back to the island would dig up old memories, but crying over a stupid plant? That's just pathetic." The man shook his head.
Rather than cut back to the bog like expected, the scene instead switched to the mine shaft that the campers escaped out of before Chris sealed it up. A rock shifted on the ground, and the scene zoomed in on it.
A green arm shoved the rock onto its side, revealing a hole in the ground. The green arm grasped the grass outside of the hole, and hauled the rest of its body out into the daylight, revealing Ezekiel.
Ezekiel sighed in relief of finally being out of the mine, as well as somehow alive, and moved the rock back into place before scampering off to who knows where without the camera following him.
A flash transitioned back to the bog, where Shawn and Sammy were still trying to figure out how they were going to approach the situation.
"How are we supposed to get the flower when it's all the way over there?" Shawn asked, scratching his soul patch in thought.
After a moment of thinking for herself, Sammy pointed at a series of stepping stones leading to Larry, one of them looking different from the others. "Think these stepping stones are safe enough?"
Looking at the stones, Shawn nodded with approval. "That could work. I'll go first." Jumping onto the first one, he hopped from one to the next. Sammy prepared to follow him a few stones behind, but before she could get onto the first one, she heard a cry from Shawn. "What the? Not a stepping stone, not a stepping stone!" Shawn's current stone was shown rising up out of the water, revealing that it was not a stepping stone, but a giant, mutant turtle. Rising on its hind legs, it threw Shawn off with a mighty roar. He shrieked as he flew back to where Sammy was, and crashed on top of her, sending both to the ground.
The conspiracy nut and the cheerleader moaned in pain.
(Confessional- Shawn)
"Stepped on a stepping stone, turned out to be a giant mutant turtle," said Shawn, raising his hands to shoulder height in a shrug. "Another lesson for me to be careful where I step. One wrong move could land me in the clutches of the undead."
Standing on their feet again, the two alliance members stood face-to-face.
"Now how are we going to get the flower? The turtle left too big of a gap to jump," Sammy spoke up.
"We might have to backtrack and go around, but I'm not sure I want to do that when Scarlett could come at any moment."
"And that moment is now," a third voice joined the conversation. Both Shawn and Sammy looked behind them, and saw Scarlett pleasantly walking onto the scene further in the background from them. "I must thank the both of you for guiding me to this location. After falling from the air, I was disoriented until you passed me by. From there, I followed you at a distance. I must say, that was incredibly stupid of you to not assume I would follow you as was attempting to cross those stones without properly checking that they were all indeed as you assumed."
Sammy curled her hands into fists, her back to the camera as she shouted, "Like you could do better!"
"Samey, I am of superior intellect. Of course I can do better. Watch." Turning her attention away from her opponents, Scarlett jumped onto a toxic waste barrel floating in the water, and then a large boulder on the outskirt of the bog. From the boulder, she jumped onto an even larger one, and began to climb it towards a tree further along.
"She's getting closer," stated Sammy as she watched Scarlett advance, and turned to her partner. "What do we do?"
Shawn looked past Sammy, and his pupils shrank. "Um, you might want to turn around."
"Why?" Sammy turned, and she glanced upward. The camera zoomed out to show the turtle that Shawn had stepped on was looming over them.
The turtle roared, and the duo screamed in response.
At the edge of the bog, Scarlett managed to climb up the large rock, and peered over her shoulder at her opponents, laughing. "Peons…"
Sammy and Shawn ran around their ground, trying to avoid swipes from the turtle's claws. As they scrambled to dodge, Shawn tripped on a large stone, and face-planted into the dirt. Lifting up his head, he groaned at the pain he felt in his face. His gaze wandered to the stone he tripped on, and raised an eyebrow.
Unfortunately for Sammy, she was unable to dodge the next swipe, and the turtle managed to grab her. "Ahhh!" She screamed as it lifted her up to its face.
The turtle growled at her, but the growling ceased the moment a large stone clocked it in the face. Reflexively, it dropped Sammy, causing the girl to shriek even more.
Sliding over to where Sammy was going to land, Shawn held out his arms, and caught her safely.
"Oh em gee," Sammy gasped, clinging to her savior. She looked him in the eye. "Thanks, Shawn."
"To be honest, if that had happened on the first day, I might not have done that. Self-preservation and all," Shawn admitted before looking up. "Look out!" He stepped to the side, still holding Sammy, and the turtle's dazed head crashed down where he once stood, its tongue sticking out the side of its mouth.
(Confessional- Shawn)
"I know what I said earlier, but as long as I don't see any risk in helping others, I'll do it." Shawn scratched the back of his head as he added, "And I did promise Jasmine I'd help Sammy so…"
Now at the tree next to the large boulder, Scarlett struggled to climb up. "I really shouldn't have undervalued practice for climbing situations."
The turtle's head was shown in a close-up, still dazed until Shawn's fist knocked a few times on it. The turtle shook its head, clearing any remaining dizziness, and stared as the camera zoomed out to show Shawn, with Sammy now standing beside him, staring directly back at the turtle.
"Hey, we're really sorry for disturbing you and knocking you out, but could you help us just a little?" Sammy pleaded, holding one hand out with two of her fingers pinched together to emphasize just how little help they were requesting.
The turtle gave them a strange look.
Scarlett dropped down on a tree branch, and the viewpoint switched to over her shoulder, looking down at the intended target surrounded by a circle of white, pointy teeth. "Excellent, now I just need to find a way to lower down to it without attracting attention." She glanced up above her as the camera returned to its normal position. Some vines hung over her head. "These should suffice."
The turtle was now swimming through the bog water, Shawn and Sammy sitting on its back as if they were riding an ungulate.
"A little closer," Sammy told the turtle. "A little more… perfect! Thanks!" The turtle had pulled up to the little island in the bog where Larry was. "Go for it, Shawn!"
"Here goes!" Shawn jumped off the shell, and right next to the flower.
Grasping her tree branch above, Scarlett stared down with a shocked expression. "What?!"
"I'll take that, thank you," Shawn said casually as he reached out to take the flower. The moment his finger touched it, Larry snapped its jaws up around him. Shawn let out a muffled screech.
Sammy gasped. "Shawn!"
Scarlett watched with a narrowed brow, and began tapping her chin, muttering to herself.
"Nobody, not even a plant, is munching my brain today," declared Shawn as several little bulges formed on Larry. After a moment, Larry spit Shawn out, eliciting another screech from the boy. The spit sent Shawn flying back to the end of the bog he and Sammy started from. In a jumbled heap, he laid covered in digestive spit. "Ugh!"
"Shawn, are you okay?" Sammy called.
"Define okay!"
"Sorry," Sammy patted the turtle's shell, getting its attention. "We need to go back for Shawn. You don't mind, do you?"
The turtle rolled its eyes, and started swimming back.
"So this challenge isn't completely lost yet," Scarlett thought out loud. "With them back at square one, I should have time to figure this out." She looked down at Larry. "Larry only closed his mouth when Shawn touched the flower, so it must be attached to some kind of sense receptors. In order to obtain the flower without getting trapped, I need to move fast enough to retrieve it and clear the mouth before it closes…" She looked at the vines she had initially grabbed before Shawn got to the flower. "I suppose that could work…"
Shawn was back on his feet by the time Sammy returned, and was wiping the fluid off of him. He noticed her return, and frowned at her. "What are you doing? Now Scarlett's closest to the flower again."
"I came back for you, and it's not like I'd do any better than you." Sammy got off of the turtle, and it slunk away. "With the way Larry reacted to you, I think we can say that just going to its mouth and plucking the flower like any other one is going to work. We need to try something else."
Shawn hummed for a moment, and then smirked. "I have an idea."
The scene flashed forward, and Sammy was shown slowly lowering above Larry with a vine wrapped around her midsection. "Are you sure this is going to work?"
The scene panned out, showing the vine was slung over a tree branch, and Shawn was at the other end, slowly letting more and more vine go.
"I'm sure of it. Just grab the flower, and then I'll pull you up as quick as I can."
(Confessional- Sammy)
"I trust Shawn, I do," Sammy said before pausing. "It's just, I'm getting an image of Amy feeding me to a giant mutant Venus flytrap in my head. It seems like something she'd do, and I'm glad that she's not here to actually do it."
(Confessional- Shawn)
"You never want to be close to a life-threatening situation. You want to be long-range from it," Shawn advised. "That and even though we're about the same size, I'm not sure Sammy could pull me up as fast as I could with her."
The branch the vine was slung over cracked slightly as Sammy descended further.
Sammy whimpered as she got closer to the flower. Even if she was terrified for her life, she reached one hand down towards the flower. "Just a little lower!"
Exercising caution, Shawn lowered her a little more.
The branch cracked further.
"Almost got it…" Sammy strained to reach. Movement caught her eye, and she shouted, "Up! Up, up!"
Shawn pulled sharply, and just in time too because the second Sammy zipped upward, Larry's jaws trembled and snapped shut.
"That was way too close!" Sammy exclaimed, staring down at Larry with horrified eyes.
Shawn grit his teeth as he started lowering Sammy again. "You can do it! Be quick, and don't think about what could happen!"
"I'll try!" Larry opened his jaws again, and lifted the flower up into view. "Okay, lower me down, but a bit quicker this time."
Nodding, Shawn worked quicker in lowering his alliance partner.
"Almost there, almost there," Sammy chanted to herself as she got closer and closer.
"That flower is mine!" Scarlett's voice roared, and Shawn saw the redhead fly by on a vine.
Sammy looked away from the flower. "Scarlett?!" She yelped as Scarlett kicked her in the face, swinging over Larry and snatching the flower with incredible speed.
At that moment, the branch holding up Sammy snapped, and she was sent crashing back into Shawn, much like he had been when he first tried to cross the stepping stones. Larry's jaws crunched together a third time
Scarlett released her vine, and dropped into a roll as she hit ground, cushioning her impact. "Success! Victory is mine!" Cackling, she ran off.
Shawn frowned, watching Scarlett exit while he and Sammy were still down. "You should've acted faster."
Sammy glared at him. "Well, you should've voted Scarlett off last time!" The ground beneath them started to rumble. "What is that?" She and Shawn darted their gazes over to Larry.
To the surprise of both, Larry rose out of the bog, tentacle-like roots protruding from a clump of dirt and grass around his middle. The mutant Venus flytrap let out a roar, and pursued after Scarlett.
They gasped, and exchanged glances. "Forget I screwed up our plan to eliminate Scarlett?"
"Yeah," Sammy agreed, "forget I didn't act fast enough?"
(Confessional- Sammy)
Sammy started out her next confessional with her arms folded over her chest. "I'm still mad at Shawn for letting Scarlett trick him into keeping her, but since we're here now, I suppose it would be better if I just let it go. Seeing a giant plant uproot itself and run really makes you think hard about stuff."
Scarlett jogged through the forest, laughing to herself. "Hahaha, those two were never a match for me to begin with. Once I deliver this flower to Chris, I'll have the most power in this game yet!"
A tentacle lashed out, and grabbed Scarlett, surprising her.
Larry brought the tentacle root back, and held Scarlett upside-down. She glared at the mutant plant. "Release me right now, or so help me, I will kill you with the strongest weed killer I can concoct!" Her threat quickly died when Larry opened his maw to devour her, and she began screaming.
Shawn ran up, and jumped into the air, leaping high enough to snatch the Chris-a-lis from the genius redhead. "Thanks," called Shawn with a smile as he dropped back to the ground and continued his run.
Scarlett stopped screaming when she felt the flower leave her possession, and she scowled, pointing in Shawn's direction. "You ignoramus, get back here with that!" Too preoccupied with demanding Shawn to comply, she didn't notice Larry closing his mouth and he carelessly threw her over whatever he called his shoulder.
While Larry started pursuing Shawn, Scarlett landed head-first into what vaguely looked like a mushroom near one of the fire-breathing flowers encountered earlier, her skirt-covered rear sticking out along with her legs. "Ooh, when I get out of here, that dunce is going to pay for stealing my key to the million dollars!" The flower spewed fire onto Scarlett's backside. "Augh! And so is the flower that's attempting to burn me!" Even though Scarlett couldn't see it, the flower actually recoiled at the threat.
Being several times larger than any human being, Larry caught up to Shawn with ease. The conspiracy nut jumped as Larry lashed a root out to try and grab him. Coming up to Larry's side, Sammy matched pace with the creature. Seeing his alliance partner, Shawn quickly addressed her. "Sammy, catch!" He threw the flower over to her.
"I got it," Sammy replied, catching the flower. Taking her eyes off the flower now that she had it, she squeaked, and jumped just as Shawn did when a root came at her. Slipping between Larry's roots, she managed to trip him up enough to slow him down while she got ahead of him in an attempt to catch up to Shawn.
Raising his arms, Shawn called, "Pass it!"
At the finish line, Chris watched the chase on his monitor with Chef. "Take your time, Samey," the host jeered and began to chuckle. "Larry hasn't had a decent meal since I stopped feeding him three years ago. Poor guy must be famished."
"I'm open!" Shawn waved his arms, but Sammy only continued to run. "Why aren't you throwing it?"
Hesitating, Sammy looked at him as she ran. "I-I don't know if I can. I'm thinking about what you said before, and how can I trust you to take me to the finale?"
"We have an alliance now!"
"So what? You said that you'd do what's best for your game. How do I know you're not just tricking me?" She asked, stopping indignantly
Shawn actually stopped, and reached an arm out. "Sammy!"
"What?" Sammy didn't see it coming. Larry closed his maw around Sammy, though his flower escaped.
Chris chuckled, "You're welcome, Larry!"
Shawn ran over, and caught the flower in his hands. "I got it!" Briefly, he smiled at it before glancing up in terror.
Larry raised his head, and attempted to chew. "Shawn! Scarlett! Anybody, help!" pleaded Sammy.
"Sammy!"
"Shawn, I know you want to win, but please! I need you!"
"But I," protested Shawn, though hesitantly, "but I…"
"Thanks for telling me that, you're a real stand-up guy," Jasmine replied, smiling at him. "Even if you do smell and go on tangents about zombies." She chuckled, and then continued, "Do me a favor? Keep an eye on Sammy, will you?"
Shawn held up his hand as if he was swearing an oath. "You have my word."
Sammy blinked at him. "Oh! Is that all a hot-air balloon needs? Thanks, Shawn! That's really helpful."
Shawn smiled at her. "Just doing what Jasmine asked."
Sammy held her arms up, covering her face as the statuettes bounced off her balloon. "Hey, watch it! Those could puncture my balloon!"
Shawn frowned, twisting the handlebar of his helicopter. "I've got your back, Samey!" He flew his machine in front of Sammy's balloon, and started navigating it in front of every statuette that came their way, even spinning the helicopter to knock one away.
"You're welcome!" Shawn sarcastically hollered, putting a hand to his mouth. Something the camera couldn't see stopped his fall. "Huh?"
The camera zoomed out to show Sammy had one of the goats catch him by the back of his jacket.
"You're welcome," Sammy giggled, winking at him.
Shawn blinked, and then smiled at her. "Thanks, Samey!"
Shawn nodded. "Yeah, that's a concern of mine too." Stopping again, he held out his hand to signal Sammy to do the same. "Stop! Pit trap." At Sammy's curious look over his shoulder, Shawn stuck out his foot and tapped it against the ground three times until the trap gave way and showed itself. "Ninety-nine percent sure that zombies can't climb, so ya know, hole."
Sammy sighed in relief as Shawn hauled her out of the hole. "Thanks, Shawn."
"Which means they get to pick who goes with them to the finale," Sammy concluded, looking to Shawn with a smile. Shawn nodded in response.
Shawn frowned, looking down at the flower. "I did promise… and even though I didn't want to get attached to anybody here, I did." He sighed, and dropped the flower. "Hang on, Sammy! I'm coming!" The conspiracy nut ran at Larry, dodged a swinging root and jumped off another, and vaulted himself at Larry's mouth/head with a fighting roar. Larry's mouth/head opened, and Sammy watched with wide eyes as Shawn dove in. Larry immediately closed his mouth once Shawn was inside, and started to bulge as Shawn struggled to fight. "Let us out, you jumbo salad!"
The scene panned to the flower and a pair of brown slippers walked up to it. The camera cut to Scarlett's flat stare as she looked at Larry happily standing in the middle of the path as it contained its meal. "He's a fool for trying to sacrifice his life for someone else." Glancing down at her feet, she picked up the flower. "I'll be taking this back. So long, you overgrown weed." Scarlett took off in the direction of the finish line.
Insulted, Larry growled, and chased her down the path.
"Hurry up! Come on, Larry, she's almost made it," commented Chris, growing more invested in the chase with every moment.
Panting, Scarlett got closer and closer to the finish line. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see Larry catching up as the camera zoomed out to show just how close it was. Larry lashed out a root, and Scarlett jumped, diving over it as the scene slowed down to slow-motion.
The viewpoint switched, showing the centimeters-big gap between Scarlett's body and the root. Then it switched back to regular view and regular speed as Scarlett landed across the finish line at the feet of Chris. The redhead groaned in pain at the hurtful belly slide she had just performed.
"Scarlett for the win!" announced Chris, taking the flower from the winner as she held it up to him. He walked over to Larry, and held it out for his mutant pet. "Larry, buddy, look what I rescued for you."
His flower's return was enough to make Larry happily spit out Shawn and Sammy, the pair yelping in surprise, and bent his head down to suck up the flower back into his mouth. The background music took a creepily cute tune as Chris began to coo, "Who's a good man-eating plant? Larry's a good man-eating plant. Yes you are, yes you are…" The host scratched what was presumably the underside of Larry's chin affectionately, and Larry began to stomp one of his leg roots like a dog.
Now standing on her feet, Scarlett watched the display on the monitor with Chef, and glanced at the man. "I don't even want to begin to analyze how and why it's performing actions akin to a canine." Chef nodded silently in agreement.
The camera panned over to the right of them, showing Shawn and Sammy recovering in a puddle of digestive fluids. Moaning, Shawn got to his feet while rubbing his head with one hand. He noticed Sammy still laying on her back, and leaned over her. "Sammy? Here, let me help you up." The conspiracy nut held out a hand.
Sammy opened her eyes in a close-up, and stared at Shawn smiling at her. She smiled, and accepted the hand, allowing him to help her to her feet. Once she was standing and smiling at him, she threw her arms around his neck, surprising him. After a moment of surprised shock, Shawn smiled back and wrapped his arms around her back in a return hug.
The scene flashed forward to the campgrounds, where Sammy sat on the steps of the still-standing cabin and Shawn stood in front of her.
"I'm sorry about today," apologized Sammy as the scene zoomed in on them. "If I had just trusted you and thrown the flower, we'd both be going to the finale."
Waving a hand, Shawn shook his head. "Nah, this whole mess is my fault. I screwed up at the last ceremony, and that's what caused you to lose trust in me."
"Thanks for saving me from Larry."
"Jasmine asked me to keep an eye on you. I was just doing what she asked. I don't think she'd be very happy with me if I let you get eaten by a giant plant."
"You really like her, don't you?"
A blush appeared on Shawn's cheeks. "Hehe, she sleeps in trees and is a wilderness survivor? What's there not to like?"
"Maybe after the show is over, we can all hang out together sometime? It'd be nice to hang out with some friends I know Amy can't drive away."
"I've never really been one for hanging out with other people, but you know what? I think I'd be fine with that."
The two shared a smile as the scene flashed another transition.
Once again, night fell on Camp Wawanakwa for possibly the last time of the season.
"Elimination time," Chris said as the Dock of Shame was shown, panning across the catapult to the final three to Chris and Chef. "Scarlett, by refusing to help save your fellow players from the jaws of a monster…"
Scarlett folded her arms behind her back confidently as she gave her fellow campers a smirk. "The right choice, I may add." Both Shawn and Sammy glared at her in response.
"…You've secured a place in the finale," Chris continued, "and you get to choose your opponent in said finale."
"As expected given I won the challenge," Scarlett remarked, fixing her glasses on her face.
"Who will get the Hurl of Shame?" Chris asked. "Will it be Shawn, who avoided alliances up until today? Or will it be Samey, who got this far despite her sister's insistence she'd be eliminated first?"
"I've given my decision plenty of thought prior to tonight's elimination," Scarlett said, raising a finger. "Shawn has proven to be a physical threat to the competition since early on, and was my intended target after Jasmine's elimination. Although, given Samey's rise in self-confidence and threat during a challenge after said elimination, I've decided that the person I will be eliminating tonight is-"
"Me," Sammy sighed as the camera panned to her from Scarlett's annoyed scowl at being interrupted.
A gasp escaped Shawn's lips. "Sammy…"
"Let's be real, Shawn. I only got so far because I got so much help from you and Jasmine, and Scarlett has a point, I have become more of a threat to her game after Jasmine left. It wouldn't even surprise me that I'm her target now," Sammy admitted, slouching her shoulders in defeat.
Chris spoke up, "Um, Samey? Yeah, that's nice and all, but it's not your choice."
"Thank you, Chris," replied Scarlett, raising her finger again. "Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," she continued while giving Sammy a brief stink-eye. "I've decided that the person I will be eliminating tonight is…"
Shawn and Sammy were shown leaning towards her in anticipation.
Chris and Chef also leaned in, their expressions more neutral than Shawn and Sammy's frantic anticipation.
Scarlett closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and opened her eyes again as she said the name, "Shawn."
"What?!" Two voices shouted as one.
Chef marched by the two incredulous campers, grabbing Shawn by the arm. Briefly glancing over her shoulder, Sammy looked at Scarlett with desperation. "But I've been trying to get rid of you for the past few eliminations, why did you pick Shawn over me?"
"Quite simple, really." A smirk appeared on Scarlett's face. "Shawn's more physically superior to you. His strength could possibly match my intelligence in the final challenge, but you? Even for a cheerleader, your strength is average and you clearly have intelligence nowhere near my level. It was all a matter of eliminating the extreme on the other side of the scale to tip the final challenge in my favor." She fully turned towards her final opponent. "This game is about to end, and the winner is going to be me."
The scene cut to Shawn loaded in the Hurl of Shame with Chris at the lever.
"Bon voyage," Chris said to Shawn, "but first- a travel companion to keep you company."
A snarl occurred off-screen, and Chef walked into view, holding a tied-up and growling Ezekiel at arm's length. He set Ezekiel into the bucket next to Shawn as the eliminated camper leaned away from him.
"Hey, this is-!" Shawn tried to say.
"Yep, it's Ezekiel, who looks kinda like a zombie," Chris said brightly. "This is my way of saying 'thanks' for flinging me into a pit of poo!" He glowered, and pulled the lever.
Shawn screeched as he and Ezekiel were flung into the night sky. Ezekiel's snarls continued until they faded along with Shawn's scream as they both disappeared into the distance.
At that point, Chef approached Chris with a familiar box, making Chris raise an eyebrow. "Whoops, looks like he forgot his Marshmallow of Toxic Loserdom. Ah well. Chef, dispose of it so it's not dangerous."
Chef sent a worried look towards the camera filming them.
Chris walked back towards the center of the dock to begin his outro. "Well, I for one am relieved. Having Shawn and Samey duke it out for the million would've been boring. I probably would've been fine with Shawn versus Scarlett too, bill it as brains versus brawns or something. This also works, for other reasons." He looked towards the two finalists as the camera zoomed out to include them in the shot.
Sammy nervously rubbed her arm as Scarlett glanced at her with a wicked smile. "I'm going to enjoy this…" Sammy gulped in response, but then she steeled herself and turned to her rival.
"You know what? So am I. I promised Jasmine I would win for her, and I promised to make sure that someone like you wouldn't win. I'm going to fulfill both of those promises, and finally win something for once so Amy can shut up!"
"Yep, just unrelenting, death-defying, academic versus athletic mortal combat next time on the epic final round of Total Drama: Revenge of the Island!" Chris concluded as a brief shot of the island at night was shown.
Crickets, possibly mutant crickets, chirped as Chef was shown entering the bonfire area with the box. The cook looked both ways before shrugging and tossing the box into the bonfire pit.
A pan out to the island showed a rather large explosion rise up in the area where the bonfire pit was, and the footage finally faded to black.
(cue end credits)
Shawn- 3rd
Topher- 4th
Beardo- 5th
Jasmine- 6th
Sky- 7th
Sugar- 8th
Dave- 9th
Rodney- 10th
Max- 11th
Ella- 12th
Amy- 13th
Leonard- 14th
In my original draft of the story, the finale was going to be Scarlett and Topher. After fixing my favoritism issues, the finale became Scarlett and Sammy, and then stayed that way. When I made my changes, I knew I wanted a girl-girl finale since we never got one in canon, and one should happen at some point. It also makes for a nice parallel to canon when the new cast came in. One new generation gave a boy-boy finale, and the other gave a girl-girl finale.
As evidenced, Shawn voting for Topher instead of Scarlett last time did have repercussions on his teamwork with Sammy, leading her to question trusting him. She actually goes back and forth on trusting him and not trusting him throughout this challenge. They were never formally in an alliance, making Shawn feel as if he did not need to discuss his decisions with Sammy, and he's been working pretty much solo from day one, if only helping others here and there. That said, Shawn's willing to do what he thinks is best for his game, and it seems Jasmine's request was what he needed to grow from a solo survivor to being willing to make sacrifices for the safety of others.
Of course, Shawn couldn't leave without Chris getting payback for his zombie trap slinging him into the washrooms. Much like Scott getting Fang as a ride-along, Shawn received Ezekiel. This idea was foreshadowed in the mine episode, where Shawn likened Ezekiel to a zombie, which he hates, and foreshadowed by Ezekiel's snippet earlier during the challenge. As opposed to canon, where Lightning unwittingly sent him back down into the mine, he was actually able to get out. Aside from Ezekiel being part of Shawn's payback from Chris, I let Ezekiel escape the mine in hopes that by letting him out, he wouldn't develop that toxic spit he has in All-Stars.
Academic versus athletic! How will the fight go? Who will win? Review in the box below, and remember, reviews are awesome!