Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Total Drama characters that I choose to torture—I mean put in the story! They are merely here for mine, and your amusement. No profit is being made off of this (No one would would stoop as low as to pay me for this anyway) I give all credit to the creators of Total Drama, as well as Johnny Depp, because...well, he's Johnny Depp!

Notes From The Depths of Vampirism- Man, this chapter was a doozy! It felt like I was writing four episodes (That'll make more sense later)! I know I say this a lot but sorry about the late chapter! I guess I don't really have any excuse other than writer's block. Hopefully with the upcoming drama that'll change!

Before I get into some more author's note-y stuff, I have BREAKING NEWS! I have a DeviantArt account now (StereotypicalVampire)! :D I'll be posting some of my drawings there which range from Disney to Steven Universe to Undertale to Total Drama, so be sure to check it out! I'll also be keeping up to date with my journal entries, so I'll keep you posted on anything new in my life that may or may not be interesting! There will even be rant sessions (Because everyone needs a good rant). SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Open a new tab and check it out!

On another note: I do have a few ideas swirling around in my head and I want to know which ones you might be interested in seeing! Don't worry, I probably won't be starting for a while but I wanted to see what you think, so I've set up a poll on my profile so be sure to check it out and vote for which story you'd want to see next (What, did you think I was going to give you the options? Of course not! Go over to my profile and see for yourself!)

Also, be sure to check out my Ridonculous Race story: Ridonculous Race: More Ridonculousness! Hopefully there's a team there that you can enjoy reading! And as always be sure to hit that fav/follow button if you enjoy what you're reading! ;)

Not gonna lie, there probably won't be another chapter until next year, so have a Happy New Year and enjoy the holidays, no matter what you celebrate! Thanks for all of the reviews and speaking of which, let's get into answering those!

PhenomsServant- Well, sorry to disappoint you, but sometimes reward challenges are needed. That's partially why I decided to test the 'one-chapter-VR' format for this episode so you didn't end up having to wait for nothing but a non-elimination episode.

RftheGreat- Heeeey, nice to see you! The Geoff and Max scene was my favorite to right as well! And thanks for the wishes of luck! Knowing what's in store, I'm probably gonna need it T_T

DSX62415- Same my friend, same XD Dave is one of my least favorite characters, but I have to show different sides of him AND Sky to portray what I'm going for.

CMC- Yeah, reward challenges can be a pain but are also a relief if one of your favorite characters could be on the line. Yeah, Cody and Samey are still developing as a relationship, I just didn't want to shove it in people's faces if they weren't that into the relationship, so I died it down a bit this episode. As for Chris finding out about Sugar . . . only time will tell. Whether one of his hidden cameras captures her or she accidentally reveals herself to him, who knows?

Acosta Perez Jose Ramiro- Thanks! And yeah, Eva doesn't often think before acting. She found the shield to be useless and would rather use her fists to clock enemies upside the head.

Corbinace- Ha! That is a big coincidence! Hope you enjoyed this as much as the movie XD

Guest #1- I don't know, Dave is a pretty heartless character sometimes. He doesn't ever think about what might actually be happening and rather is focused on what he thinks is happening.

Joel Connell- Yup, sometimes Reward challenges are needed, and it's partially why I took your suggestion into cutting the VR episodes down to one chapter. Not gonna lie, you're pretty good at predicting what could happen in the future XD I won't tell you what, but you did basically read my mind o_O

NerdyNightStocker- Eeeeeeey, Markiplier XD Yeah, Star Wars is kind of a hard concept to turn into a challenge, so I went with Alien instead, but kept the Star Wars title, it was just too good XD Owen killing Izzy is definitely going to bite him in the but and real soon! Your predictions as to who may go home soon are pretty good, I guess you'll just have to see! Thanks for considering applying for my BB story, it'll be open for applications for a while so you'll plenty of time if you do decide to send one in :)

BrandonKR- Hey! Quit stealing my outro! :P Also, what do you mean by a total waste of time for a Star Wars challenge? First of all, it wasn't really a Star Wars challenge, and second, what didn't you like about it?

Codammy Forever- Yeah, it happens to the best of us, don't worry about it. I know you're a big Codammy fan (obviously) but I don't want to shove it in people's faces all the time, so I decided to tone down some of the interaction last episode which is why they didn't appear that much. Also, I'm glad you liked the food fight thing, it was really fun to write with the over-dramatization. Your ideas for the challenge are very useful, so thanks for those! I'm glad you like the story and you intend to read it to the end! :) As for your question about TDRTG, it stands for Total Drama 'Round The Globe. It was a World Tour story that basically took the place of TDA (The producers thought a world tour would be much better than a film lot) and had half the cast of returning favorites from TDI and the other half OC's. I ended up getting bored with it and not knowing how to move through it, so I ended up ending it. I do hope to do something like that again at some point when my writing improves. That's also why I'm opening OC applications for a Big Brother story because I want to get good at writing OC and non-cannon characters (Which also appear in my Ridonculous Race story).

Chapter 22 (Day 17)- Brains, Brawn, Beauty, and Belly

"Last time on Total Drama Unfinished Business!" Chris recapped the previous episode."We dropped our campers, and Chef, into a mysterious spaceship overrun by aliens! There were betrayals," Dave was shown stomping on Sky's fingers and letting her fall, "There was romance," Gwen and Trent were shown talking together, the goth noticeably blushing, until Samey and Cody ran right into her, "And of course, utter terror!" The host laughed on footage of Owen screaming through the halls with Jasmine and Dawn chasing him.

"Geoff and Max somehow mistook each other for an alien." Chris continued, the screen showing Max and Geoff pointing their pop-guns at each other until Geoff ultimately accidentally netted himself.

"Amy got into Courtney and Dakota's heads while Scarlett worked on Noah and Eva!" The host went on. "In the end, Harold's heroism was in vain when he learned the Heroes had lost the challenge." Harold was shown fending off the horde of aliens with his light-saber. "But nobody went home because it was actually a reward challenge! Likewise, none of the villains decided to take up the Alien Movie Marathon reward. I wonder why?" Chris wondered before laughing.

"We've still got 23 left, but that'll change soon! Right here, right now, on Total . . . Drama . . . Unfinished Business!" Chris closed.

~Theme Song: I Wanna Be Famous~

"It's COMPLETED!" Came Max's shrill and slightly whiny declare, causing Scarlett to physically cringe as she tightened a bolt on a shadowy machine that was not yet completely visible.

"Must you be so ear-splitting?" Scarlett gave an annoyed side eye before putting down the wrench and going over to the purple-haired weirdo. "Impress me. So far you've failed to do just that." She narrowed her eyes.

"Oh, but this time, you will be impressed!" Max said, holding up a newly-finished metal collar that was tricked out with a few wires sticking out and other knobs. "And you should be the one impressing your master!" He sneered. "So far you've done nothing!"

Scarlett grit her teeth but stayed silent.

(Outhouse Confessional- She's gonna blow!)

Scarlett- "The fact that Max has fallen for the exact same charade as last season just amplifies his stupidity and ignorance for anything around him." She shook her head distastefully. "Luckily for myself, if his claim is true, he will have outlived his usefulness and I can expel him from this game!" She clenched her fists in anticipation.

"Anyway, before you so rudely interrupted me, I was about to explain how it works." Max said, bringing the collar down to about eye-level rather than above his head.

"I don't need to know how it works," Scarlett snapped, "I'm knowledgeable enough to figure that out for myself. I need to know if it works."

"I was getting to that." Max continued. "First we must find a subject!"

"Might I suggest something that won't maim you and or destroy the collar?" Scarlett suggested. "Of course as long as the collar stays intact I suppose you're open to a good maiming." She grinned.

"What was that, minion?!" Max cried out.

"Nothing." Scarlett glowered. "Carry on."

Max narrowed his eyes suspiciously but nonetheless continued. The pudgy scientist trotted over to one of the counters and picked up what looked to be a large computer chip about five inches in diameter and covered in wires and knobs. "Here." He handed Scarlett the green computer chip. "I am intrusting you with this essential piece of-"

"I know." She glared at him. She still didn't forgive him for throwing her last computer chip out the elevator door just before it closed. It had taken all of her willpower not to cut his wrists open and let him bleed out. "Find a subject and I will test this out for myself." Scarlett instructed.

"Here! How about an absolutely adorable bunny wabbit!" Max cooed, holding up a small white bunny and scratching it under the chin.

"Too fast and agile." Scarlett answered. "I don't want us losing this thing should it work. Try... oh! That raccoon right there!" She pointed to a raccoon that happened to wander past the mouth of their cave.

"But aren't raccoons... rabid?" Max gulped.

"Not once we get the collar on him." Scarlett assured him.

"Oh... that sounds right!" Max grinned, not even taking a moment to actually think. He then turned to the raccoon who had stopped in its tracks to observe the strange, purple-haired human in front of him. "Yes! Tremble before me my tiny minion!" Max shouted. "Come hither and I will show you great power to vanquish all of your enemies!"

Surprisingly enough, the raccoon appeared to be interested in evil and crawled forward with a devilish look on its face. "Ha-ha! I've got you now foolish creature!" Max cackled, scooping the animal up into his arms.

The camera turned to Scarlett watching as Max was promptly mauled and clawed by the angry and duped raccoon. "AAH! Help me minion!" Max cried.

"I think you're doing a wonderful job." Scarlett told him with a sadistic smile on her face. "You can handle it yourself master." She said. The sight of Max getting mauled definitely made up for her having to call him master.

Scarlett let the scene continue for a good five minutes more before calmly stepping over and taking the collar from Max's hand. While the raccoon was distracted with Max, Scarlett secured the collar around its neck.

Feeling the cold metal clenching its neck, the raccoon turned around with hiss and clawed at Scarlett who stepped back to avoid it. The rabid animal leaped from Max's lacerated body towards Scarlett who didn't seem fazed.

Before the animal could make contact, Scarlett twisted a knob on her computer chip and the raccoon dropped to the ground. It sat there, looking up at Scarlett as if asking for direction. Scarlett grinned wickedly and turned the knob once more. The collar had worked.

"It's so nice of you to join us, Cody." Dawn smiled as she, Cody, Samey, Bridgette, Dakota and Gwen all sat in a meditation circle. "You too Gwen!" She added.

"Yeah, well with my leg being pretty messed up, I guess there's not much else I can do." Gwen admitted. "Meditation is just sitting, right?"

"In this meditation exercise, yes." Dawn nodded in affirmation. "Alright, let's get started. Close your eyes and be silent." She instructed, doing so herself. After a long pause, she continued. "Breathe in . . . breathe out. Inhale . . . exhale."

Everyone now sat, cross-legged with their hands on their knees, eyes closed, and mouths silent. "Now we will move to lotus position." All of them moved their arms up onto their knees and held their thumbs and middle fingers together.

"Again. Breathe in . . . breath out." Dawn continued. "Inhale . . . ex-"

She was cut off when suddenly a shrill battle-cry came screaming through their forest surroundings. "AAAAAAAYYYE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE-AYE!" Sugar screamed as she sailed in on a vine. She let go and flew right into Gwen, tackling her to the ground.

"OOW!" She cried. "What's going on?!" She demanded from underneath Sugar's girth.

"Oh my!" Dawn gasped.

"What's the meaning of this?!" Cody exclaimed.

"What're y'all doin' in Sugar's neck'a the woods?!" Sugar glared them down.

"What's with the constant run-ins with past contestants?" Samey asked, bewildered. She was still slightly shaken by Sierra's attack and wasn't too eager to see one of her acquaintances tackled by another surprise ex-contestant.

"Get off of her, she's got a broken leg!" Bridgette glared at the pageant queen.

"I repeat. What're y'all doin' in Sugar's neck'a the woods?!" She asked again, this time with more force.

"The forest does not belong to you, it belongs to everyone." Dawn told her.

"Even if it is artificial." Cody chimed in with a slight chuckle.

"Can somebody get her off of me?" Gwen cried again. "I can feel my leg about to snap!"

"What do you want?" Bridgette asked. She knew there was no way they could move Sugar off of Gwen, not even with their combined strength.

"I want ya to scram!" Sugar snapped. "And don't go tellin' Chris, ya hear?" She glared at them, getting off of Gwen.

"A little help?" The Goth requested, unable to get up.

Bridgette and Samey both helped her up. "AH!" She cried as she tried to stand on her leg, she nearly toppled over but Samey and Bridgette both caught her.

"Wait, like, where did Sugar go?" Dakota asked looking around. The pageant queen had vanished.

"Let's just get going." Bridgette winced, helping to guide Gwen back towards camp.

(Outhouse Confessional- A wild Sugar appears! What will you do?)

Bridgette- "That's the second time I've seen Sugar in those woods!" She exclaimed. "What is she up to?"

Gwen- "Great, thanks to Sugar, now my leg is even more messed up! Not to mention after she tackled me, it started to itch like crazy! I think she got some dirt in my cast and I can't...get it...out!" She griped, trying to reach down into her cast, but the tiny crevice wasn't big enough.

"Welcome campers to today's testing challenge!" Chris greeted the fresh meat as everyone made their way to a long stretch of open land with forest in the background. The host was currently dressed in a pair of glasses, a combed wig and clothes you'd usually find on a generic teacher.

"Test? But I didn't study!" Owen exclaimed in a worried panic.

"No need to study Owen my friend!" Chris answered. "For today we'll be testing your brains, brawn, beauty, and belly!" He added with a wink.

"What is this, a shopping spree down the aisles of Stereotypes R Us?" Noah asked bluntly.

"Can we first take a moment and wonder why you're dressed as a pompous snob." Courtney raised an eyebrow at the host and his new getup.

"Takes one to know one!" Leshawna grinned from the side, earning a glare from Courtney. The two had really grown apart since Courtney's debut in Total Drama Action.

"Come on, don'tcha get it?" Chris asked. "Teacher... exam?" He tried. None of the campers looked enthusiastic whatsoever. Most were just giving him annoyed glares or eye-rolls. "Ugh, fine." He frowned in disappointment, ditching the glasses and wig and suddenly ripping off the teacher outfit to reveal his normal clothes.

"So would you like to elaborate?" Dawn requested, seemingly the only one giving Chris patience.

"Yes, thank you Dawn. As I was getting at, you'll be split into four teams of six with one team of five due to numbering issues." Chris explained. "Your job as a team is choose the two best players for each category. They'll go head to head against other players from the other teams until one wins. First place gets four points, second place gets three points, third place gets two points, and last place gets on point. The team with the most points in the end wins!"

"Sounds easy enough, as long as the teams are equally balanced." Jasmine nodded in understanding.

"The rules for each challenge will be explained as we go," Chris continued, "Now for the teams! Team 1: Cody, Harold, Courtney, Samey, Bridgette, and Max!" The named contestants all gathered in a group together. Cody and Harold high-fived and Bridgette and Samey shared eager glances. Courtney looked slightly irritated and Max just scowled. It didn't matter who he was on a team with, he hated them all. To him, they were just his pathetic minions.

"Team 2: Amy, Eva, Duncan, Owen, Scarlett, and Izzy!" Chris continued. While she didn't have her ideal setup, Scarlett was at least relieved to have Eva, Izzy, and the easily manipulated Owen. Amy on the other hand was less than thrilled.

"Team 3: Dave, Sky, Noah, Gwen, Geoff, and Leshawna." The host read off. At the instant mention of their names one after the other, Dave and Sky locked eyes before glaring at each other and turning away. Gwen was helped over to the group by Leshawna and Geoff.

(Outhouse Confessional- Believe it or not, the teams were randomized!)

Sky- "Ugh, great!" She winced, looking at the ceiling of the outhouse. "Last time we were on the same team, Dave let me fall to my virtual death! How are we ever going to win when he's gonna try to sabotage me!?"

Gwen- "While Leshawna was the reason I have this," She angrily gestured to her cast, "She at least was willing to help me so I think I can forgive her. After all, there's no way she did it on purpose, I know Leshawna." She said matter-of-factly. "I still wish I had Trent on my team though..." She frowned. "Gah! My leg . . . is so . . . ITCHY!" She cried, trying to scratch her cast but it didn't help.

"Team 4: Dakota, Jasmine, Scott, Dawn, and Trent." Chris finished.

"Hey! We've only got five people, how is that fair?!" Scott whined.

"It isn't!" Chris laughed. "I guess you'll just have to have someone go twice." He shrugged. "Now then, let's get to the first challenge! Since we like building drama, we'll start with the boring one first: Brains."

"Um, excuse me?" Noah looked bewildered. "Brains are the most important thing on this planet! Without them, you'd have none of your fancy luxury. Without them, we wouldn't even be alive!" Noah snapped at the host, getting up in his face.

"That may be true, but intelligence is still boring." Chris shrugged.

"But he's right," Cody agreed, "In actuality, we're just brains in what's essentially just a body-suit of skin, muscles, and tissue."

"Eew!" Several of the girls (and some of the boys) cringed.

"Save the questioning of your existence for late-night showers, Cody." Chris deadpanned. "And before any of you other nerds can jump in and cut us down on time, follow me to the beach."

"Okay, here's how it goes. Each team has selected two team members to represent them in the Brains portion of the challenge. I will read off a series of skill-testing questions and you must all write down the answer on your chalkboards." He told the eight people out on platforms on the water. "When I tell you to, you will show me your answer. Anybody who gets it wrong must step back one step on their platform. After three incorrect answers, you'll receive a little...surprise and you'll be out. The last one standing wins it for your team!" Chris finished.

"Here's who's representing each team: For team one, we have Harold and Cody. For team two it's Izzy and Scarlett. Team three put out Noah and Gwen and team four decided on Dawn and Trent." The host listed.

"Be careful, Gwen!" Trent called out to the Goth who was two platforms down from him.

"Well it could be worse." Gwen muttered, already regretting saying that as she was having trouble staying standing.

"Alright, let's get to it. Let's start off easy. Question #1: What is the leaf on Canada's flag?" Chris read from a small cue card. The host stood on his own smaller platform in front of the other eight while the peanut gallery sat in some bleachers that were also on their own platform.

All eight competitors quickly wrote down their answers. A bell sounded, "Alright, show me!" Chris commanded. Everyone turned their boards around with every single one reading "Maple Leaf". "You're all correct! Next Question: What is Scotland's National Animal?"

"What?!" Gwen exclaimed. "What kind of question is that?!"

Everyone else on the other-hand was writing down their questions. Some looked confident, others looked like they didn't even know where Scotland was on a map.

"Time! Show 'em!" Chris instructed. Everyone flipped their boards. "The correct answer was The Unicorn! Not kidding!" Chris chuckled. "Izzy, Harold, Cody, and Dawn all got it right."

"Who would know that?!" Noah complained. He looked over at Izzy who was grinning madly. "Never mind..." He muttered.

A short montage played out with Chris reading off questions like, "What's the capital of Australia, about how big is the eye of a giant squid, what's 82 x 34, and where's Kalamazoo?" The contestants were all shown writing down their answers as well as flipping their boards over to reveal them.

The time jumped ahead a bit to reveal everyone at various points on their platform. "Harold is the only one not to get a question wrong so far! Meanwhile Cody, Izzy, Scarlett, Noah, and Dawn are all on their second space with Gwen and Trent together on the edge!" Chris announced. "Next question: What was King Tut's full name?"

Everyone wrote down their answers. "Does spelling count?" Trent raised his hand with a wince.

"Yes, spelling does count." Chris nodded. Trent frowned and went back to writing. After a little while, he called "Time!"

Everyone turned their boards around. "The correct answer is King Tutankhamen." Chris told them. "Trent, Gwen, you're out. You both spelled it wrong. So did Cody and Izzy. You both move back to your last space. Everyone else got it right."

All of a sudden a boxing glove sprang from Gwen and Trent's platforms, knocking them into the water with a splash. "Agh! What was that about?!" Trent sputtered as he resurfaced from the water.

"Didn't I say there was a surprise if you answered four questions wrong?" Chris grinned. "That was it!"

"Gwen!" Trent exclaimed, suddenly remembering she had also been knocked from her platform. He looked around to see her struggling to stay above water. He quickly swam over and grabbed her arm. "I've got you!"

He swam her over to the platform and the two joined the peanut gallery.

"AGH! Even in the least physical challenge I still get injured!" She clenched her fists.

"It's okay, at least you won't have to compete anymore." Trent smiled. "So you've got the rest of the challenge to rest!"

"Yeah, until we lose." Gwen grimaced. "And guess who they'll vote out? The cripple."

"That's not true." Trent tried to comfort her but he knew it was probably true.

"Alright, next question," Chris said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye, "What's the square route of 37 . . . round to the nearest tenth." He instructed.

Everyone scrambled to do the math, some not even sure how exactly to calculate it without a calculator. After about three minutes, Chris called time. "Flip 'em over!" The answers were revealed. "The correct answer was 6.1!" Chris told them. "Izzy, Cody, Harold and Dawn all got it wrong."

"Gosh! I must've done my math wrong." Harold sighed, stepping back to the second space.

Two more boxing gloves sprang out of Izzy and Cody's platforms, promptly knocking Cody into the water. Izzy on the other hand saw her's coming and jumped up, dodging it . . . only to slip on her wet platform and into the drink when she landed.

"It's down to Dawn, Noah, Scarlett, and Harold." Chris said. "The next question: How many vertebra does a giraffe have in its neck?"

Dawn smiled, already knowing this answer, as did Harold. Scarlett tapped her chin in thought and began writing something down. Noah scratched his head and tried something.

"Show your answers!" Chris instructed after some time. "The correct answer was seven, the same amount as a human actually!"

"Indeed. While they have the same amount of vertebra in their neck as we do, theirs are much larger which would explain their beautifully long necks." Dawn smiled.

"Harold, Dawn, and Scarlett all got it right." Chris said. "Running out of brain-power already, are we Noah?" The host smirked at the cynic.

"Excuse me for not worshiping animals like Dawn or reading useless factoid books all the time like Harold." Noah rolled his eyes as he stepped back to the last space.

Harold and Scarlett were on the second space of their platforms while Noah and Dawn were together on the last space of their platforms. Someone was about to get dunked soon.

"Here's a follow-up question," Chris grinned impishly at Noah who gave him a dirty look, "About how big are a giraffe's hooves?"

Dawn and Harold once again already knew the answer and began writing it down. Scarlett thought for a second and then wrote something down while Noah just guessed.

"Times up!" Chris hollered. Everyone turned over their boards. Chris frowned. "Everyone got it right." He sighed in annoyance. "The answer was 'the size of a dinner plate'."

Now it was once again Noah's turn to smirk as he had guessed and gotten it right. "Alright, it's time for the lightning round." Chris grinned. "You'll have five seconds to answer each question!"

Dawn gasped, Harold looked weary, and Scarlett and Noah just glared at the host. "Next question, what's the capital of Venezuela?"

Seconds later Chris called time. Dawn whimpered as she looked down at her unfinished answer. She turned the board with everyone else. "The correct answer was Caracas. Everyone got it right except for Dawn who didn't finish."

Dawn whimpered again before getting knocked into the water by the boxing glove. Harold breathed a sigh of relief. "Next, what country can you find such wonderful places as Moose Jaw, Bacon Cove, and Happy Adventures?" Chris read from his cue card. "Time!" He called out seconds later.

Everyone flipped their boards again. "The answer was the great nation of . . . you guessed it, Canada!" Chris grinned. "You all got it right."

"What happens when you split an atom?" He continued. Seconds later everyone was instructed to flip their boards.

"Damnit Chris! I didn't finish!" Noah cursed.

"The answer was it will explode. Noah, you didn't finish so it looks like you're outta here!" Chris grinned, happy to see his tormentor get some comeuppance. The glove sprang out of Noah's platform and knocked him into the water. "Ha! That makes all that boring knowledge worth it!"

"Eat crud, McLean." Noah glared at the narcissistic host once he surfaced from the water. As he swam towards the peanut gallery bleachers, the camera panned back to the remaining two players.

"It's down to Harold and Scarlett! Which one will be crowned the genius of Total Drama? Let's find out!" The host pulled out another cue card. "Here's the last question, in the form of a riddle." He said, rolling the R. "Whoever gets it right first, wins, regardless of placement on your platforms!" He grinned, causing Harold to gulp nervously, yet keeping his confident gaze. "Alright: What is the creature that walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three in the evening?" He read.

Both contenders instantly began scribbling something down on their chalk boards and the first to flip it over and reveal their answer was . . . Scarlett. "The answer is 'Man'." Scarlett answered.

"Correct! Although I don't get it..." Chris raised an eyebrow.

"In the morning, meaning the beginning of life, man walks on all fours as an infant," Scarlett explained, "Noon translates to the middle of one's life in which you would walk on two legs. Finally, the evening refers to the end of your life when you're an elder walking with a cane. Hence, the the three legs."

"Okay, okay, I got it after the first bit, sheesh." Chris rolled his eyes. "Enough out of you nerds."

However, Harold either didn't hear him, or chose not to listen. "Greek legend states that the Sphinx devoured all travelers who could not answer the riddle. The hero Oedipus gave the answer "Man," causing the Sphinx's death." He said, holding up a finger knowingly.

"What does he do, memorize Wikipedia articles in his spare time?" Courtney wondered, rolling her eyes as she shook her head in disdain.

Chris glared at the ubber nerd. "I don't care Harold, Scarlett beat you to the answer. You lose, she wins. That's a point for Team 2!" Chris declared.

Harold sighed and was quickly and suddenly knocked into the water by the boxing glove. Chris grinned. "That was even more satisfying than Noah's dive!" He laughed. "Anyway, on to something more interesting: Sports!"

"Do you have to keep rubbing it in our faces that we're boring nerds?" Noah deadpanned. "Because we don't appreciate it."

"Yes, yes I do. And I don't care." Chris shrugged. A helicopter, piloted by Chef, flew in above the water, churning up waves from the wind. A ladder deployed and Chris hopped onto it. "See you on shore!" He waved to the peanut gallery who was now stranded.

Everyone was now assembled in a clearing, albeit dripping wet. Laid in front of them appeared to be a long and treacherous obstacle course. "What took you guys so long?" Chris chastised them with a grin.

Everyone glared at him and before Noah—or someone else for that matter—could make a witty remark, he continued. "Alright, for the Brawn portion of this challenge, you'll be choosing your best and beefiest competitors to run the hardest obstacle course this show has ever seen!"

"Oh yeah? What makes it harder than all the rest of the crappy obstacle courses you've put us through?" Duncan questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm glad you asked!" Chris grinned impishly. "The obstacle course has seven parts to it with one finishing move. The catch? Each portion of the obstacle course is taken or inspired by an obstacle from a previous obstacle course from seasons past, of course."

"It'll be our new tour-de-force!" Chef chimed in with an over-enthusiastic grin.

"That's it! I'm putting an end to this before it breaks into song." Noah narrowed his eyes at the two hosts. [1]

Chris shrugged. "Whatever. Singing is so four seasons ago. And this just in, pain is the new thang." The host rhymed.

"Don't you try startin' anything again." Leshawna scolded.

"Okay, okay, sheesh!" Chris said defensively. "Any-hoo, the first obstacle begins with the hall of a thousand doors, inspired by last season's island-freak-out fiasco!" The camera panned to the beginning of the course where a large and long rectangular chunk of the island's mainframe had been lifted out of the ground so that it sat on the surface. There was an opening on either end of the long rectangle, revealing several doors clamping shut repeatedly one after the other, some coming in sideways, and others coming in up and down.

"There aren't really a thousand doors in there, are there?" Samey asked wearily.

"Unfortunately no, we didn't have it in the budget, but it doesn't make it any less dangerous!" Chris cackled. "Next, you'll make your way across the tires of pain, inspired by the ones from All-Stars. Who knows what surprises you'll find hidden inside!"

The camera moved past the doors to a long stretch of tires like one might find in an army training course. "Then, you've got everyone's favorite wrecking-ball alley, courtesy of Season 4!" Chris continued. "Complete with rolling logs and two times the wrecking balls!" Another pan forward showed the course taking an incline up a wooden ramp until it reached about three logs put together, each one rolling in different directions. Above, two wrecking balls swung back and forth on the front end and the back end of the obstacle.

"After that bit of treachery, you'll find yourself at the Greasy Tube-tacular from last season!" The mess of poorly put-together tubes was shown, complete with grease seeping from the holes. "Find your way through the tubes and you'll get to the climbing wall of despair from All-Stars." Rather than a wooden wall with multiple ropes, this time it was a large cliff-side with different ropes of varying color and material.

"At the top of the cliff, you'll be sure to meet your doom on the Tectonic Table from Season 2." The camera showed the large gray ramp that lead up to another elevated area. The ramp was an obstacle course in and of its own with pits, monkey-bars, and barricades to slow competitors down. "Lastly, you'll make your way across the hurdle field, which may or may not be loaded with explosives, who knows. I honestly can't remember." Chris laughed with a shrug. "And to end your time, you'll show your strength and ring the bell on the High-Striker."

"Um, what?" Noah asked, saying what everyone was thinking.

"You know, one of those carnival game thingies," Chris tried to explain, "You take the hammer and hit the thing and ring the bell all the way at the top? Maybe win a prize like...I dunno a goldfish?" He said.

"Oooh, that thing." Everyone nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, that thing. Each team will send one person up to compete one at a time. After hitting the High-Striker, you'll end your time. The person with the lowest time wins it for their team." Chris finished. "Go!"

The teams huddled together to decide who would be the best candidate for the job. "Harold and Cody already competed and neither one of them would be best for this challenge anyway," Courtney spoke up for Team 1, "And I doubt you have any interest." She narrowed her eyes at Max who just huffed and turned his head away.

"Either of you girls want to take a shot at it?" Courtney asked Bridgette and Samey.

"No."

"Not particularly." Samey rubbed her arm nervously.

"Alright then it's settled, I'll do it." Courtney decided.

A skip over to Team 2 showed Duncan and Eva butting heads. "You think I can't do it?!" Eva snarled at the punk.

"No, but I'm pretty sure I can do it better! Sports are a guy's territory." Duncan protested.

"Oh, so I can't do it because I'm a girl?" Eva raised an eyebrow.

"If I could make a conjecture-" Scarlett tried to intervene.

"That's not what I meant! I'm just saying, I've got more experience with climbing walls. Escaping Juvie's no walk in the park!" Duncan interrupted, completely ignoring the brainiac.

"Look who's got more muscle on their bones chicken wings!" Eva taunted, flexing her large muscles. Duncan looked down at his own and frowned at the lack of large toned muscles.

"SHUT UP!" Izzy screeched, startling both Eva and Duncan. "Scarlett." Izzy bowed, gesturing toward the psychopath.

"I suggest we send Eva to do this challenge not only for her proof of strength and agility, but also because the likelihood of the next challenge being beauty-based is ninety-eight percent and I'm quite certain Eva would be no use to us there." Scarlett explained.

"You got that right." Eva huffed.

"What, so I'm gonna be our beauty expert?" Duncan questioned.

"No, but we can't waste the pure strength and muscle we have." Scarlett told him.

"Whatever, I didn't wanna compete in this stupid challenge anyway." Duncan pouted as Eva grinned competitively.

A flash transitioned forward to one member of each team standing up to the plate. "And we have our competitors! For Team 1 it's Courtney. Team 2 is Eva, Team 3 is Sky, and Team 4 is Jasmine." Chris listed. "Interesting, all females."

"And do you have a problem with that?" Jasmine questioned.

"No, no, it's cool! I was just observing." Chris chuckled sheepishly and nervously. "Alright, first up is Courtney." The CIT stepped up in front of the hall of doors and crouched down in a ready position with both hands on the ground in front of her.

"And your time stars . . . NOW!" Chris started the clock and Courtney bolted forward.

The first set of doors pushed together side-ways, stopping Courtney for a second before they retracted. She managed to sneak under the second one before it closed down on her.

Courtney got back to her feet and ran through two sets of side-ways doors with ease. Next appeared to be a door closing down on her but was instead a surprise diagonal door. The bottom door caught her foot as she dove under and tripped her to the ground. She picked herself up again and ran through the next two doors before barely sliding under the last one.

She was now out of the hall of doors and on to the tires. She did a quick-step through several of the tires until one suddenly shot confetti out of it, spraying her in the face. She shook off the paper flakes and kept going, narrowly dodging a boxing-glove and a snapping turtle. The rest seemed to be booby-trap-free for she was now on to Wrecking ball alley.

Courtney easily ran up the ramp but stopped when she came to the turning logs. One of the wrecking balls swung right in front of her causing her to yelp and jump back, despite it not being close enough to hit her.

She timed the swing of the first ball and ran forward as it hit its climax in the air. When it swung back down, Courtney was already to the middle of the rolling logs. Trying to keep her balance was difficult when her feet were on different logs turning different ways. The CIT slipped up and hit the ground, rolling with the logs and to the next one which only pushed her back.

Now it was hard to get back up with the floor moving beneath her. She got both feet onto one log and stood up while still running to stay on. Once she had gained her footing, she continued the run but moved sideways to get to the next wrecking ball. Courtney didn't see it coming when it came swinging down on her. She screamed and ducked down, letting the large ball of concrete sail right over her. She was able to clamber out of harm's way and onto the other ramp going down back to ground level.

A short distance away was the tube maze. Without hesitation, Courtney dove right into the tube and began crawling through the dark, greasy tunnel. There was no footage on the inside but there was visible clanking and clattering where Courtney crawled. She was almost at the top of an incline in the tubes when her hand grabbed nothing but grease instead, sending her falling back to the bottom, all while hitting her head on the walls of the tubes as she went down. "Euuhh..." She groaned., holding her head.

She tried a second time and this time made it to the top. She continued crawling through the tubes until she came to a steep drop that looked like it lead to an exit. She went face-first down the drop and slid right out thanks to the grease. Courtney landed with a thud on the ground but got back up and continued to the next leg.

Next was the ropes cliff. There were five different ropes to choose from. One was grayish, another was black and had some wires sticking out from the bottom that crackled with electricity, a third was simply a vine covered in thorns, the fourth was a red rope, and the last one was a regular brown rope with some white powder caked into it.

Without thinking, Courtney went for the gray rope and quickly began climbing. It wasn't too long before she realized there was something wrong with this one. "Gah! Why's this one sting so much?" She cried. "Ugh! It's steel wool!" She realized, but it was too late to turn back and go for another rope.

The CIT stuck it through and continued the ascent up the cliff, trying to keep her mind off of the stinging pain. She got some footholds on the cliff and walked up it until she reached the top. She hauled herself onto the grass and rubbed her hands together to try and soothe the stinging a bit.

"Keep going Courtney, you've got this!" Bridgette shouted in encouragement from down below." Samey, Harold, and Cody joined in the cheering.

With the new-found confidence, Courtney got back up and went to face the Tectonic Table. Right as she got up onto the ramp, it began shaking, mimicking the shock waves of an earthquake.

Courtney stumbled forward, trying to move further up the ramp but the shaking proved very difficult to get around in. So instead, she stayed still and waited for the shaking to subside. "Incoming hail storm!" Chef shouted from the top of the ramp.

Instead of the cook firing off golf balls, this time two mounted machine guns arose from either side of the top of the ramp and began shooting golf ball after golf ball in Courtney's general direction.

Courtney screamed and ducked behind a wall as the golf balls flew past her, bouncing off of monkey-bars, cones and tires. This continued for a few more seconds before the machine guns stopped firing and retracted back into the platform.

The earthquake also came to an end, giving Courtney the opportunity to get through more of the course. "Get ready!" Chef gave a toothy grin from up top. Like last time, the cook began hurling useless junk forward, not even bothering to look up and see if it hit Courtney. A football sailed past Courtney's head, causing her to duck instinctively.

The CIT crawled forward some more until she came to a pit with a log roll. Seeing as there was no requirement this time, she skipped the obstacle and went right around it.

Next however, was a set of monkey-bars over a pit of red liquid that was either lava or scorching tomato soup. On either side of the bit were walls, meaning Courtney had one option. She jumped up and grabbed hold of the monkey bars, swinging forward as fast as she could so as not to get hit by anything.

Junk flew past Courtney, clattering against the metal ramp behind her. Everything from hammers and tin buckets to a baseball bat and even the kitchen sink! Courtney neared the end of the monkey-bars, only to get nailed in the chest by a soccer ball. "Oof!" She cried as her grip fell from the bars.

Before falling into the boiling tomato soup, the CIT managed to grab hold of the edge of the ramp and pulled herself up. She was now close to the top and quickly crawled behind another barricade to avoid more of the junk.

"Aftershock!" Chef shouted and not a minute late, the ramp began shaking again, although not as vigorously as before. Courtney managed to stand up and grab hold of the wall to keep herself from falling over again.

As the short aftershock subsided, the machine guns sprouted back up and began firing off more golf balls. Courtney knew she couldn't wait around any longer and took a chance, leaping out from behind the wall.

Almost instantly, she was pelted repeatedly with golf balls. "Oof! Ow! Ah! Gah!" She cried as she was nailed in the legs, chest, arms, and even cheek. Courtney ducked down again and crawled the rest of the way, making it past Chef who didn't seem to care much at all.

Courtney brushed herself off, glad to be off of that death trap of a ramp. All that was left was the hurdle stretch. Courtney took a breath and then ran forward. She jumped over the first hurdle with ease, and then the second one. Things seemed to be going good until an explosion suddenly went off next to her. Courtney screamed as rock and dirt went flying over her head. She jumped the next hurdle and another explosion erupted from behind her.

(Outhouse Confessional- Is this obstacle course legal?)

Courtney- "Seriously?!" She exclaimed. "A hurdle course on a mine field?! Have the producers lost their minds?!" She threw her hands up in disbelief.

Sky- "Yeah...not looking forward to that." She gulped. "Maybe I should have re-thought volunteering." She winced.

Courtney jumped over the fifth hurdle, but when she landed, it triggered another mine right below her feet, sending her flying several feet into the air. The CIT landed with a dusty crash, just short of the High-Striker. Had she really just sailed right over the entire stretch of hurdles?

Courtney didn't take time to wonder. She got up, ignoring the aches of her bones and muscles, and grabbed the mallet. She raised it above her head and smashed it down onto the pressure pad. It sent the puck flying up towards the bell, but not quite enough as it stopped just short and fell back down.

The aching CIT tried once more, rearing back and using all the might she had left to bring the hammer down upon the pad. This time, the puck shot up the tower, hitting the bell with a ding.

"And Courtney completes the obstacle course with a time of 7 minutes and 53 seconds!" Chris announced. "That's the time to beat! Eva, you're up!"

Chris sounded the air-horn and Eva was off. The brawny female jumped, ducked, and slid through the hall of doors with ease, not getting tripped up by any of them.

Eva flew through the tires, avoiding fire, spikes, suspicious sticky liquids, and even blasts of air. Next she hit Wrecking Ball alley. The log roll was simple. Eva stayed on one log and ran sideways the way the log was going. She dodged the first wrecking ball and barely made it past the second one, but this did not deter her.

Next up were the tubes. Like Courtney, Eva didn't hesitate to jump right into the greasy mess. She crawled her way through a different path in the tubes, one that didn't go up and down as much. Soon enough she crawled out of the other end and hopped back up and kept running to the ropes.

Not seeing the wires, Eva grabbed the black rope and was promptly electrocuted. "RRRAAGH!" She grit her teeth as her body tensed up with electricity. She let go and glared at the wire before ripping it from the cliff and throwing it to the ground.

Next, the muscular woman tried the red rope. It didn't seem all too sturdy but she climbed it anyway. Like lightning, Eva shot up the rope, pulling herself up with each grip. Unfortunately, her grip was stronger than the rope and clenched right through it.

Eva cursed as she plummeted. "Damn licorice rope!" She roared as she fell. The temperamental teen looked to her left and saw the vine. She managed to grab onto it and stopped herself from falling. Unfortunately she grabbed onto a bunch of thorns, causing some bleeding from her hands. But Eva wasn't about to give up. She fought through the sharp pain and continued her ascent until she reached the top.

She pulled herself up and made her way to the Tectonic Table. Before any earthquakes started, Eva got as far up as she could. The ramp started shaking up and down and back and forth, causing Eva to fall over.

Eva growled, getting gradually angrier and angrier. Next came the golf balls. The machine guns automatically fired golf balls in Eva's direction, pelting her everywhere. Eva winced as the solid objects struck her. She managed to pull herself behind a wall to take shelter from the balls.

The earthquake stopped and soon after so did the golf balls. "Well, duty calls!" Chef cracked his knuckles as Eva jumped out from behind the wall and progressed further through the course.

Once again, Chef began hurling random objects down upon Eva. An alarm clock flew past Eva's head followed by a lamp and a globe that was thrown at her feet. The muscular woman jumped over the globe and glared at Chef. That was the last straw.

Chef hurled a small square table at Eva who punched right through it, sending splinters of wood flying in all directions. Next was a cricket bat that Eva kicked out of the way followed by a coffee mug that she grabbed out of mid-air and chucked at the ground, shattering it into hundreds of pieces.

When Chef threw a phone-book at her, Eva grabbed it before it hit her and ripped it in half with a roar. She threw both halves of the book in opposite directions and ran forward while a dumbfounded Chef looked on in shock. "Oh dang..." He said with wide eyes.

Eva hit the monkey-bars and swung across them with ease now that nothing was being thrown at her. Next came an aftershock once she landed back on the ramp, which began moving up and down vigorously. Eva couldn't hold on and hit the ground again, sliding back towards the pit of boiling tomato soup.

Luckily, the aftershock was short and ended quickly, allowing Eva to get back up and run the rest of the way without trouble. She passed Chef who was still in shock, and made her way to the hurdle field.

Despite the explosions around her, Eva pushed on, jumping over hurdle after hurdle. When a mine went off in front of her, she dove around it, going through the smoke and dust. A few more hurdles and explosions later and she arrived at the High-Striker.

Eva grabbed the mallet and prepared to strike. She hit the pressure pad and the puck only went up half-level. "That all you got?!" Came Chef's recorded voice from the carnival game.

Eva grit her teeth and tried once more, hitting the pad even harder. It went up almost to the top but not enough. "You. Ain't. NOTHIN'!" Chef's recorded voice roared again. [2]

Eva let out a frustrated cry and slammed on the pad again. This time the puck went all the way up to the bell, ringing it loud and clear.

"Eva completes the course in 6 minutes and 14 seconds, making her the current reigning champ!" Chris announced as Courtney frowned in defeat. Duncan just scoffed at Eva's win and turned away. "Sky, you're up!"

The footage flashed forward to Sky making her way through the hall of doors. Her small stature allowed her to slip through thin openings with ease as well as acrobatically leap through closing doors.

With the hall of doors easily out of the way, Sky was now on to the tires. She quick-stepped through them, stopping suddenly when a trap was unleashed. Unfortunately she missed one of them and when she stepped into one of the tires, the next one released a boxing glove that nailed her in the face.

"Ahh!" Sky cried, stumbling back as she held her face. Behind her a cactus suddenly sprang from the center of one of the tires. Sky ran into it and instantly jumped forward upon being pricked by the spiky plant.

In an effort to continue through the course, Sky kept going despite her black eye and the cactus needles in her back. She dodged most of the remaining traps in the tires but got tripped up at the end and fell straight into a muddy puddle. "Ooh..." She groaned, lifting her face up from the mud.

(Outhouse Confessional – Not Her Best Performance)

Sky- "That wasn't an obstacle course to test my physical skills, that was just a death trap!" She complained. "And now Dave's gonna rub it in." She covered her face. "Agh!" She cried after accidentally touching her black eye, "I really need to get some ice on that." She winced.

Dave- "Did you see that?!" He laughed. "Sky royally screwed up on the second obstacle! She's obviously thinking about me, why else would she have messed up so badly?"

Now with a black eye and a slightly swelled cheek, Sky came to the Wrecking ball alley. She climbed the wooden ramp and didn't hesitate to hop right onto the rolling logs. The first wrecking ball came at her, forcing her to dive out of the way into the safe stretch. The rolling logs did not deter her as she jumped up and grabbed hold of the second wrecking ball as it flew by. With one hand on the chain and both feet on the steel wrecking ball, she swung back and forth for a while until leaping off of the swaying ball of destruction and landing gracefully on the wooden ramp that led back down to ground level.

Next was the Tube-tacular which proved to be very easy for Sky not only due to her athletic ability, but also because of her small size. Because of this, she was easily able to slip in and crawl through the thin and confined space. A few moments later she was out of the greasy tubes and on to the ropes.

Watching Courtney and Eva had taught her that the gray rope was steel wool, the red rope was licorice and couldn't be trusted, the black one was a live wire, and the green one was clearly a thorny vine. That left the brown one. It looked normal, but Sky new Chris. It had to hinder her in some way. However, looking back at the other rope options, the brown one seemed like the best route. The Olympic gymnast didn't want to waste anymore time so she quickly grabbed onto the brown rope and began her ascent.

It didn't feel like there was anything wrong with it at first. Could Chris have really have given them a break in this death-trap of an obstacle course? Of course not. A few seconds later Sky began feeling an itching sensation in her hands. She stopped mid climb and tried to soothe the itching by scraping her hand against her pant leg but it didn't do much good. Sky inspected the rope and noticed a faint white powder caked into the hairs of the rope. She gasped, "Itching powder!"

(Outhouse Confessional- Everyone's allergic to it!)

Sky- "For one moment I actually thought Chris had given me a break, but nope! Of course it had to be loaded with itching powder!" She complained as she scratched her hands. "That's the last time I let my guard down in this game." She shook her head.

"Just ignore it and keep climbin'!" Leshawna hollered from down below.

Sky nodded and kept going, trying to ignore the itching sensation. It was so tempting to scratch... But she kept her calm and continued the climb until she reached the top. As she came to the Tectonic Table, she continued to itch her hands, also trying to brush any of the powder off.

She got onto the metal ramp and as usual, it began to simulate an earthquake. Sky was quickly thrown to her feet and took the opportunity to scratch her hands again. It was so hard not to! The itching...it wouldn't go away unless she scratched!

And then she saw it. In front of a thick wooden wall was a pool of water. Sky instantly crawled towards it and dipped her hands and lower-arms into the water. She let out a relaxed sigh as the itching sensation left her skin. She was now able to compete. Once the earthquake stopped, Chef began hurling junk. Sky stepped back from the pool of water and got a running jump, vaulting off of the wooden barrier and subsequently hitting a football that had been thrown by Chef.

The piece of recreational equipment came rocketing back at Chef and beaned him upside the head. He let out a groan before falling backwards. For once, nothing was happening so Sky took the opportunity and ran the rest of the ramp at lightning speed. She went so fast she outsmarted the golf-ball cannons. The two mounted machine guns deployed and began firing moments after Sky had left the ramp.

Next was the hurdle field. Sky was no stranger to hurdles and still had plenty of energy left in the tank. It was the explosives that raised some concern but she didn't hesitate; she had already lost enough time as it were.

As expected, the hurdles were a breeze. However moments into the stretch, explosions began going off, also as expected. Sky's eyes widened as dirt chunks rained overhead, blasts going off to her left and right. The High Striker—or as Sky knew it as the Strength Tester—was in sights as the dust and dirt cleared from the air.

Sky cleared the last hurdle and arrived at the High Striker as one last explosion was triggered behind her. The gymnast grabbed the mallet and swung down. To her shock, the puck only went a quarter of the way. "You never were nothin', you ain't never gonna be nothin', and you ain't nothin' now!" Chef's recorded voice roared from the carnival game, earning a frown from Sky.

(Outhouse Confessional- We're something! An outhouse!)

Sky- "What? Strength and muscle isn't my area of expertise." She said, flexing her thin arms. "Sure I can lift my whole body off the ground standing on nothing but my hands, but I'm still no Chef Hatchet." She admitted.

Sky narrowed her eyes at the game and raised the hammer above her head again. She slammed down on the pressure pad and the puck went up three-fourths of the way. "Seriously?!" Sky complained.

Now the athlete had a glare on her face. She did a quick spin this time before slamming down the mallet with all her might. The puck soared to the top but began to slow as it neared the bell. Sky bit her lip and was met with relief when the puck barely tapped the bell, ringing it loud enough to hear.

"And Sky ends her time with a total of 7 minutes and 44 seconds!" Chris announced. "Eva still holds the record but can Jasmine beat it?"

Chris blew the air-horn signaling for Jasmine to begin the course. However instead of follow the challenge-beast, the camera stayed put on a shot of Chris and the peanut gallery. "She's off right away to the doors and—OH! I did not know metal could bend like that!" Chris exclaimed in shock. "That was a lot of money!" He added angrily.

After a moment of calming down, Chris continued to narration. "Jasmine skims right over the tires not even breaking a sweat!" He exclaimed as the Amazon's loud footsteps could be heard stepping in and out of tires at a rapid pace. Not a second later and Jasmine could be heard dashing up the wooden platform to Wrecking ball Alley.

"She's now at Wrecking ball alley and—Holy crap! She's cut the chain on one of the wrecking balls! It's crashing through the platform! Oh the money loss! We're never gonna get a refund on that!" Chris cried. "Watch what you're destroying!" He shook a fist at the Australian.

"I wonder how she'll do in the tubes, what with her claustrophobia and all." Dawn tapped her chin in thought.

"She'll probably chicken out." Scott rolled his eyes in disdain.

"You can do it Jasmine!" Dakota cheered, not listening to Scott's antagonizing comments.

"Yeah!" Trent joined in.

Little did they know Jasmine wasn't afraid at all. If there wasn't enough room in the tubes for her large figure, she would make room. The camera finally cut to Jasmine crawling into the tube-tacular maze. Due to the small space that the tubes held inside, Jasmine bashed the walls with her fists and feet, creating dents in the metal piping that freed up some more space for her to crawl through.

"Eh, not much money went into that pile of trash." Chris shrugged as Jasmine tore apart yet another obstacle. Grease seeped out of the cracks in the poorly-constructed piping as Jasmine neared the exit. Moments later she burst from the end continued her sprint towards the ropes.

The camera cut back to Chris and the peanut gallery who were watching in amazement. "And Jasmine goes for the steel wool rope without hesitation!" Chris announced. "Look at her fly right up that rope without so much as a grimace!"

"There's no way she's gonna get through the Tectonic Table." Eva countered. "That thing is a beast!" She huffed.

"And here comes the first earthquake!" Chris warned as the metal ramp jerked up and down and side to side. "Look at that! She's holding her ground! Deploy the hailstorm!" Chris commanded. On cue, the two mounted machine guns began firing off golf balls. Jasmine showed off some surprising acrobatic skills and dodged many of the golf balls. A few of them struck her but she was not deterred.

"Send out the lava!" Chris called out. At the top of the platform, a long narrow trapdoor opened, allowing the boiling red tomato soup to pour out and seep its way down towards Jasmine. "What?! She's not even wincing in pain?! WHAT ARE YOU!?" Chris screamed as Jasmine pushed through the 'lava'.

"Hey Chef! Let justice rain from above!" Chris hollered. [3]

"Nah! Too tired." Chef huffed, currently laying on his back in an exhausted state.

"C'mon! Do something! She's unstoppable!" Chris whined as Jasmine leaped over one of the barricades before making it to the top of the ramp.

Next was the stretch of hurdles. "Seriously?! She's practically stepping over the hurdles!" Chris pouted as explosions began triggering. "WHAT?! SHE'S BOMB PROOF NOW?!" Chris raged, letting out a long frustrated cry.

Cody snickered. "Someone's triggered." He whispered to Noah who nodded with his famous smirk.

"Quit using relevant terms that I don't understand!" Chris snapped.

"Yup, definitely triggered." Cody nodded in affirmation, infuriating Chris even more.

The footage cut back to Jasmine completing the run, now covered in soot, dirt, and some scars as smoke curled off her hat. She arrived at the Strength Tester and grabbed the mallet. With one swift hit, the puck shot up the tower and hit the bell so hard it flew off of the carnival game and flew into the woods.

Chris just stood there with his mouth agape. "And Jasmine completely blows everyone else out of the water with a stunning time of 4 minutes and 52 seconds!" Chris announced, still not quite sure what just happened.

"Alright!" Dakota cheered, being joined by Dawn and Trent.

"Pssh, I could've done that." Scott scoffed.

"Would you like to give it a try then?" Jasmine raised an eyebrow, walking up to him. "Don't be modest, give it a shot if you think you can do better."

"Um...no, no, I think I'll pass." Scott answered sheepishly.

"That's what I thought." Jasmine nodded.

"Okay, that took way too long." Chris frowned. "Let's get to the Beauty Portion. Head to the big stage!" Chris instructed.

"Alright, for the third part of today's challenge, each team will be choosing a model for another team. When your model has been chosen, you'll then select someone to create a design for them to show off to three judges. Aka: myself, Chef, and whatever intern I find laying around at the time." Chris explained. "Whichever design gets the most points wins for their team."

Dakota squealed in excitement. "I can't wait!" She exclaimed, practically hopping up and down in excitement.

"Quit question," Courtney raised her hand, "Are we allowed to choose someone who's already competed to be the one to come up with the design?"

"Nope! You'll have to go with whoever's left! However, the model can be anyone as long as they're on your team." Chris answered. "Now then, it's time to decide who's picking for who! Team 1 will pick for Team 3, Team 3 picks for Team 2 with Team 2 picking for Team 4 and Team 4 picking for Team 1." Chris said in rapid succession. "I think that deserves a little applause!" He added after a pause. [4]

"It wasn't that impressive." Noah rolled his eyes while Owen clapped alone.

"Thank you Owen. It's nice to be appreciated once in a while!" Chris eyed the rest of the contestants who just gave him annoyed and irritated stares. "Whatever, you've got three minutes to decide who's modeling."

"I say we make Geoff their model!" Bridgette suggested to Team 1 with a smile.

"Oh come on, we all know you just want to see him in a funny getup." Samey chastised.

"Okay-okay, so who would you pick?" Bridgette asked.

Samey tapped her chin in thought. "I'm not really sure." She admitted. "I guess Geoff would look pretty good in some short-shorts!" She joked, giggling with Bridgette. Cody laughed along too but much more awkwardly.

(Outhouse Confessional – More like horrifying)

Cody- "There's no way Sammy would be into Geoff." Cody shook his head. "Stop thinking like that Cody!" He slapped himself across the face. "I mean, Bridgette's her friend. She would go and like Geoff while they were still dating. Heck, I'm pretty sure she's not supposed to like him even if they broke up!" He added. "Besides, I'm like ninety-nine percent sure she likes me. It was probably just a joke. Don't make it some huge thing Cody!" He told himself again, slapping himself once more.

"No guys, we've got to give them a model that'll be impossible to work with, that way they can't win." Courtney insisted. "I say we choose Noah. He's the least likely to cooperate."

"What about the cripple?" Max suggested. "She looked horrendous even before she broke her leg."

"Gwen? No way! That would just be cruel." Courtney shook her head. "Besides, I think I'm on good terms with her now. I don't want to screw that up again."

Max scoffed. "Friendship is a waste of time! Why have friends when you can rule the world and have minions to do whatever you say?"

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely." Harold told the evil scientist. "One man should not singlehandedly rule a large mass of people."

"Whatever. I don't have to listen to you nerd." Max rolled his eyes, storming off.

"So can we all agree on Noah then?" Courtney asked, looking around.

Harold shrugged indifferently. "Yeah I guess Noah would look pretty funny in a pair of short-shorts." Bridgette nodded before giggling again with Samey.

The camera skipped over to Team 2. "If we want to win, we're going to have to give Team 4 someone who couldn't possibly model." Amy said to her team.

"So Scott?" Duncan suggested. "Dude looks like he just crawled out of a pile of rat crap."

"Sounds good to me." Amy shrugged.

"Hold on one second." Scarlett interrupted.

"Ugh! What now brainiac?" Duncan glared at her. "Can't we decide something for once?"

"It is merely a suggestion." Scarlett narrowed her eyes at him. "If we choose Dakota, not only will that eliminate their best fashion consultant, but it would also allow us to transform her into Dakotazoid, utterly destroying her team's chances of winning." The murderous psychopath suggested.

"Hmm..." Amy tapped her chin in thought. "That just might work!"

(Outhouse Confessional – She's fabulous but she's evil!)

Amy- "Sure Dakota's in my alliance, but right now it's everyone for themselves." She shrugged. "So that means in order to avoid elimination, I have to do whatever I can to make the other teams lose. Dakota's dumb enough to eat up whatever crap I feed her, so even if she does take offense for some reason, I can reel her right back in." She grinned wickedly.

"Okay teams, tell me who you've chosen to be models." Chris requested.

Courtney stepped up for her team. "We decided to choose Noah to be Team 3's model." She stated, surprising Noah's team completely.

"Oh come on! Seriously?" Noah frowned. "This is not going to be a fun time." He said flatly.

"It took a lot of deciding but we chose Dakota for Team 4." Amy announced happily, grinning at her 'bestie'.

"Have fun dressing up Owen." Noah smirked at Team 2, all of whom looked at the big loveable lug and face-palmed all at once.

"We choose Samey for Team 1." Jasmine smiled at her friend. Samey's eyes widened in shock but soon turned to worry.

(Outhouse Confessional – It's a walk-off people!)

Samey- "No no no no no no no!" Samey bit her lip. "When we were little, Amy and I used to do little fashion shows in our yard. Sometimes it was just us, but other times we invited friends. Every time it was my turn to model, Amy always said really mean things about me and all of our friends would agree. One time they even threw some of mom's expired tomatoes at me!" She cried. "Why Jasmine!" She gripped her face in worry.

Jasmine- "Weird, I thought Samey would love to model something. She's certainly pretty enough for the job." She thought. "But when I said we chose her she looked so . . . unhappy..." she scratched her head.

"Okay! Teams choose your fashion designers and get to work! You'll have just ten minutes to come up with a design and put it into action before the judging begins!" Chris told them. "Be sure to utilize everything we've got in the four dressing rooms back stage!" The camera cut to a shot of four makeup-trailers from Season 2 set up behind the stage curtains.

"Lights! Camera! FASHION!" Chris declared, and the challenge was on.

"This is like, totally unfair!" Dakota pouted. "I wanted to be the one to do all the fashion stuff!" She whined. "You'd better make me look good! I am not wearing some burlap sack!"

"I wasn't gonna dress you in a sack!" Scott snarled. "And I'm not happy about it neither, alright?" He glared at the heiress.

"Whatever you do, just don't make it ugly, okay?" Dakota requested.

"No promises." Scott shrugged.

(Outhouse Confessional – You may need an XXXXXXXL for that)

Scott- "Yeah, I'm no fashion know-it-all so Dakota's probably gonna end up wearing something like this." He said, gesturing towards his own clothes. "I mean, I've got no problem with them, but I guess crusty white tank-tops aren't in." He rolled his eyes.

Dakota- "This is like, the most unfair thing ever! Scott doesn't know the first thing about clothes! And thanks to Chris's stupid rule, he's the only one who can do it!" She huffed. "At least if it were Jasmine she'd dress me up in khakis, which aren't completely ugly."

Amy grinned devilishly. "It looks like Team 4 is already falling apart!" She laughed. "That's the best idea I've ever come up with!" She added, earning an irritated glare from Scarlett.

"So who's dressing up the fart machine?" Duncan asked. "Because it's definitely not gonna be me!"

"Um, duh, it's gonna be me!" Amy snapped, jabbing a thumb at herself. "I'm the only one with enough fashion experience to make him . . . presentable." She made a face of disgust after looking at Owen.

"I dunno I think I look pretty good!" Owen said, looking down at his big white tee with a blue maple leaf.

"I wish I could say the same thing for your socks." Amy said with disgust. "We're burning those things immediately."

"What! But I've only got one pair left!" Owen protested.

"Too bad! To the makeup trailer!" Amy snapped, grabbing Owen by the ear and tugging him towards one of the trailers.

"Could you at least give me one of those fluffy boas?" Owen asked.

(Outhouse Confessional – Maybe a boa would spruce us up a bit!)

Amy- "Ugh, I had to take the fashion designer role. Hello? I'm the hottest looking person on me team, heck, on the entire show! I couldn't let Duncan do it, he'd make Owen some weird goth thing and Scarlett would turn him into a librarian." She rolled her eyes. "Izzy would probably have him go out there butt-naked and I shudder to think what Eva would dress him up as. Bleck! She's got a freaking unibrow!"

"Um, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable being the model." Samey winced.

"Too bad! No switching!" Chris interrupted.

"Well it looks like you're stuck being the model." Bridgette frowned. "I could be the designer." She volunteered. "If that would make you feel better."

"Yeah, that would help." Samey nodded.

"Don't sweat it." Cody smiled. "I bet you'll look smoking hot!" He grinned at her. Samey blushed and chuckled nervously. "Oh, um, I meant you'll look nice." Cody corrected himself.

"Well then, let's get you looking prettier than you already are." Bridgette smiled at her, leading her to one of the four makeup trailers. Despite her friend doing the design, Samey still wasn't so sure.

The footage jumped over to Team 3 where Noah was anything but happy. "You've gotta be kidding me." He muttered. "Who cares about clothes? I think a fine sweater vest is good enough." He rolled his eyes.

"Well too bad, we are not losing this challenge because you were bein' too snobby!" Leshawna snapped. "You're gonna do what I say and wear what I tell you, got it?" She eyed him.

"Yeah yeah, fine whatever. But I don't have to like it." Noah told her.

"I didn't say you did, now let's go." Leshawna said, pulling Noah to a third trailer by the sleeve of his sweater.

"Hey! You don't have to pull me! I have legs and can walk on my own." Noah tried to wriggle free of her grip.

"Really? Because it seems like all you do is sit around and read." Leshawna retorted. She yanked open the trailer door and threw Noah in before going in herself.

"So, how long do you think they'll last?" Geoff asked.

"I'd give them five minutes." Gwen grinned.

"I just hope Noah will be willing to cooperate." Sky bit her lip. "I'd really rather not lose."

"You're worried? You're not the one with the messed up leg!" Gwen exclaimed. "Who's gonna be voted out? An athletic gymnast or a cripple?" She frowned.

"What? I wouldn't vote you off just because you hurt your leg!" Sky promised. "That wouldn't be right."

"Well thanks, but I'm sure other people don't feel the same way." Gwen sighed. "This sucks! And my cast is still itchy!" She complained, trying to reach down to scratch. "UGH!"

The footage skipped to Scott and Dakota in the final makeup trailer. "Okay, just listen to what I tell you to do and do it, okay?" Dakota instructed. "That way we can win."

"Um, I'd totally go with that idea but I'm pretty sure I have to come up with the design." Scott grimaced.

"Ugh! Could Chris make this even more unfair?!" Dakota pouted. "Fine. I'll just give you a few hints and ideas." She decided. "Remember, no horizontal lines they make you look fat, vertical stripes are still in, a dress or skirt is a must, flowers enhance the look, any kind of shoe can be cute as long as it's not socks with sandals, and pink is definitely my color."

"That's... a lot of hints and ideas." Scott didn't seem so sure.

"Hey, I've gotta look good or I'll loose my whole career! Do you know what this means?!" Dakota cried, grabbing Scott by the shoulders. "It means my career depends on you!"

"Way to make me feel more nervous about this challenge." Scott deadpanned. "Well, I guess we'll see how this turns out. I'd better get to work."

"Remember my hints-"

"Yeah yeah I got it." Scott gave an annoyed side-eye. "Now let's see here...a pink boa, that should do nicely, right?"

"Only in some situations, otherwise it can make it look like you're flaunting your fame and beauty too much, and that's not always a good thing." Dakota told him.

"Whatever." Scott rolled his eyes, not really caring as he continued to sort through various clothing items and other junk.

"Alright, so the first step is to find something you can actually fit into." Amy said. "That will determine the whole outcome of your outfit. For instance, this cheerleader outfit fits my thin and curvy bod whereas it would make you look dis-gross-ting." She said.

"Aw, but I like pom-poms." Owen frowned.

"This isn't about the pom-poms!" Amy snapped. "That was just an example. Now let's take a look at our fashion arsenal." She said, looking through shelves of clothes. "Hmm, too small." She said, looking at a pair of shorts, throwing them to her side. "Hmm, this should do fine." She threw a gray fedora behind her back where it landed on Owen's head. Next was a furry, purple boa followed by some indistinguishable clothing item that Amy threw to the side.

"Ooh! That's my old disco outfit!" Owen pointed to a sparkly purple disco suit that he'd worn in Sweden.

Amy raised an eyebrow at the suit. "Ew, it's not very fashionable...but it just might work with what we've got..." She tapped her chin in thought.

The camera flashed to another trailer where Leshawna and Noah were discussing Leshawna's fashion ideas. "Nope." Noah shook his head when Leshawna offered a design. "No." She showed him another set of clothes. "Nada. Not happening, out of the question, and definitely not." Noah glared at her.

"You gotta be frontin' me! You ain't even lookin' at any of my designs!" Leshawna glared back.

"I don't have to look at them to know they're terrible." Noah muttered. "I prefer to wear what I choose."

"You know part of the points come from the model." Leshawna reminded him. "So if you want us to win and not let you get blamed for the loss, then I suggest you get with the program and cooperate!"

Noah rolled his eyes. "Ugh, fine. What do you think would look best?" He grumbled.

"Well, you don't really seem like the suit and tie kind of guy to me." Leshawna stated.

"You've got that right." Noah said disgustedly. "At least you got one thing right."

Leshawna narrowed her eyes at him again. "Don't you start again! Anyway, I was thinking we go for a more stylish hipster look." She suggested.

"Hey, out of all the fashion ideas, that's probably the least terrible. I think I can live with that for five minutes." He shrugged.

"Finally!" Leshawna threw her hands up. "Now we've gotta find some clothes that'll match the design I have in mind." She said, beginning to rummage through the clothes and accessories provided.

The camera focused on the sun before panning down to show Team 1 waiting around for Bridgette to return with Samey. "It's been a while, how long did Chris say before the judging?" Courtney asked.

"He said ten minutes. It's been six so we have approximately three minutes and fifty-four seconds." Harold answered.

"I didn't need a whole speech, Harold." Courtney sighed in annoyance.

"Sorry." Harold apologized, shrinking back in fear of the future lawyer.

"I wonder what Bridgette dressed her up as." Cody tapped his chin in thought, several images racing through his mind.

As if on cue to answer Cody's question, Bridgette opened up the makeup trailer and stepped out. "Are you guys ready? I hope I did a good job." She said.

"Just bring her out already!" Max snapped.

"Alright Sammy, come on out!" Bridgette smiled, ignoring Max's comment and opening the door up for Samey to exit out of.

Time seemed to stop as Samey entered the light in a pure white ball gown. Her hair was done up in a beautiful wide bun and was complimented with a rose in her hair. The cheerleader made her way down the steps from the trailer. "Um, how do I look?" She asked nervously.

"Whoa." Gwen stared, spotting the beauty from her team's grouping.

Everyone just stared in shock, namely Cody. The tech geek was mesmerized by Samey's beauty. She had looked gorgeous before but now she was stunning! Too stunning for words! "You look...you look-"

"Hideous!" Max interrupted with a revolted cry. "I could do better than that! Just watch!" And before anyone could intervene, Max grabbed Samey by the arm and pulled her back into the makeup trailer. The scientist slammed the door behind him and locked it.

Bridgette and Cody ran up to the door just as it locked and began banging on it. "She looks fine! You don't need to change anything!" Bridgette cried.

"Yeah! We hardly have any time left anyway!" Cody added. He wasn't sure what Max was going to do but he didn't like it.

"Well we don't have much time," Max said from inside the trailer after hearing Cody, "So we'll just have to improvise with what we've got."

"Ugh! This is a disaster!" Courtney growled. "Why couldn't he have just left her how she was! Bridgette did a great job!"

"Perhaps Max will add on to Bridgette's design in a positive light?" Harold suggested.

Courtney gave him a deadpan look. "Yeah, I highly doubt that."

"What? Just trying to stay on the positive side." Harold shrugged.

"It's time for the judging to begin!" Chris announced as everyone except the models and their designers gathered around the stage. "Am I correct in assuming no one has seen the models yet?" Chris asked.

"Well we did see Samey but then Max whisked her away to do more 'touch-ups' so I really have no idea." Courtney sighed.

"Alright then, it looks like we're all in for a surprise!" Chris grinned. Chef pulled a lever and suddenly a long runway began to push out of a trapdoor in the center of the stage so that it extended out from the middle. "Now that we have our proper runway, it's time for our first entry." Chris said, sitting down between Chef and an intern. "Bring out..." The narcissist tried to decide, "...Noah." He grinned impishly.

Team 3 looked slightly nervous. They had no idea if Noah had cooperated with Leshawna and what the result was. "Go on, get out there and show yourself off! And don't forget to pose!" Leshawna hissed from behind the curtain before shoving Noah out onto the stage.

The bookworm sighed, absolutely not wanting to do this at all. "Let's just get this over with." He mumbled. With shocking swagger, Noah strutted along the runway, pretending to act like a hipster and listening to his music.

The cynic was dressed in a light blue and black plaid shirt that was partially hidden under a brown vest. He wore tight gray pants along with a purple scarf, some fingerless gloves and a maroon beanie. Some accessories included a pair of unnecessary and fake glasses, as well as a pair of headphones round his neck. Acting like a true stereotypical millennial, he pretended not to pay attention or care about anything going on around him as he made it to the end of the walkway and then circled back toward the curtain. Of course, this act wasn't so difficult for him since he practiced this attitude regularly.

"It looks like Leshawna's gone for the hipster look." Chris nodded, stroking his chin. Noah dropped the act and waited on stage for his score.

After some thinking and score-writing, the judges were ready. Chef was up first, giving the bookworm a 6. Chris was next with a 4 followed by the intern with an 8. "A solid 18 for Noah sets the bar pretty low." Chris declared, earning a glare from both Noah and Leshawna.

"I don't think he looked that bad." Sky shrugged. "Who knows, maybe the other designs are flops?" She tried, only earning a disappointed shake of the head from Gwen.

"Next up let's go with . . . Owen!" Chris decided, not sure if Amy's work would pay off or not. It was a big challenge, that's for sure.

"Just go out there . . . disco?" Amy told him, but not really sure if this was the correct approach. After a short pause, Owen suddenly burst through the curtains with a look of attitude on his face. He was dressed in his sparkly purple disco outfit from Sweden, once again being held up by an old rope. This time however he was given tall fancy heels as well as a purple boa around his neck and a gray fedora to top it all off. He also wore a gold chain around his neck that said "Foxy Grandpa", earning a cringe from Chris.

Owen attempted to strut along the walkway but ended up stumbling along instead due to his massively tall disco shoes. "Whoa! Whoa!" He cried as he wobbled, making his way around the curve at the end of the walkway and turning back.

"Not gonna lie, he doesn't look that bad." Chris said with a nod. "Mildly adequate."

"Did you hear that?!" Owen exclaimed to Amy giddily. "I'm mildly adequate!" He practically hopped up and down happily.

"That's not a good thing you dimwit! We want stunning and fantastic! Not 'mildly adequate'! That's for losers!" Amy snarled from behind the curtain.

Chris, Chef, and the intern wrote down their scores. "I give it a five." Chef shrugged. "One'a those 'been there done that' sorta things, you know?"

"You definitely surprised me, but overall the presentation wasn't the greatest and like Chef said, we've seen it before." Chris shrugged. "I give it a 6.5."

Since she wasn't allowed to talk, the intern just held up a sign that had a six on it. "And Owen gets a 17.5 placing him just below Noah. Nice try." Chris announced.

Owen looked sad while Amy felt like she'd been robbed of a win. "Ugh! This is so unfair, making me dress up a fat pig! If I was given a better model I totally could have won. I did my best, honest!" She told her team.

"I thought he looked handsome." Izzy grinned, snuggling up to Owen, making him feel a bit better.

"Whoa whoa, slow your attitude there princess, that was totally uncalled for." Duncan glared at the cheerleader. The juvenile delinquent was no stranger to being a jerk, but he had a soft spot for Owen and wasn't one to take insults to his friends lightly.

"Ugh, whatever." Amy rolled her eyes, storming off.

"That girl needs a real attitude check." Duncan shook his head.

"Alright we've got a limited time here, there's still one more challenge left!" Chris snapped. "Now then, let's get a girl into this mix and bring out Dakota!"

Dakota didn't need to be told how to model. She practically grew up doing it! The heiress strutted onto the scene, showing off her outfit which was surprisingly well put-together. She wore a pink frilled dress with a pink boa, crystal earrings, and a flower in her hair, which was a bit curlier and wavier than usual.

Chris, Chef, and the intern stared in amazement as Dakota made her way to the end of the walkway. She posed a few times like she would do in front of the paparazzi before turning back towards the back of the stage like the others.

"Man! Scott sure did a nice job!" Chris exclaimed with a gleefully surprised grin. "Was not expecting that!"

Dakota waited eagerly as the three judges wrote down their scores on their score cards. "Alright, I give it an 8 for shock value." Chris said, holding up his score.

"Nine!" Chef hollered, almost sounding German.

The intern held up a score of ten.

"With a score of 27 out of 30, Dakota takes the lead, and a high one at that!" Chris declared. "Can Samey still win? Let's find out!"

"I don't know about this..." A nervous Samey could be heard behind the curtain.

"Don't be a fool! Get out there and model!" Max snapped, shoving Samey onto the stage, to an astonished audience.

Samey slowly walked, feeling everyone's eyes watching her. She was dressed like the bride of Frankenstein with her white dress cut up and a veil added to her head. Max had even outfitted her with a black wig with a jet of white through it. Samey's face was also covered in makeup that gave her a strong blush and was looked like blood.

Chris just stared with an eyebrow raised while Chef looked disgusted. The intern just stared in shock, not sure how to process what he was seeing. When Samey finished her walk of shame, the judges quickly began writing scores down.

"It's not a Halloween Party, I give it a 2." Chris shook his head in disappointment.

"3.5." Chef decided. "The cut-up dress remind me of those V neck things that are popular." He said.

The intern gave a 4.5. "It looks like your score totals to a whopping . . . ten points." Chris said with a rather lackluster attitude.

Samey frowned and tried to avoid eye contact as she pushed back behind the curtain to go change into her normal outfit. "So with that, it looks like Dakota is our winner with a design from Scott. Who'd've thunk?"

"Yes!" Dakota pumped a fist triumphantly. "I knew my design would work!" She cheered before gasping and quickly slapping a hand over her mouth.

"What was that?" Chris raised an eyebrow, looking very serious. "Did I just hear you say 'my' design? Scott was supposed to come up with the design."

"DISQUALIFIED!" Chef suddenly shouted, slamming a fist on the table.

"Hey! That was my line!" Chris pouted.

"But it's so unfair! I'm the one with the most experience in fashion! If Scott did it he'd make me wear a burlap sack, or a barrel!" She complained.

"And that would have been hilarious to see." Chris remarked. "But it's too late. With Dakota out of the picture, it seems our runner up is...Noah!" He said with shock.

"Wait what?" Noah looked just as shocked as Chris did. "I actually won something? That had to do with fashion?" He and Leshawna were both astonished.

Leshawna quickly dropped her surprise and acted like she knew they would win. "Of course we did! I told you Leshawna's design was gonna win!" She grinned.

"Well with the current score at one point for each team except Team 1, that leaves us with one more challenge! If Team 1 wins, we'll have to go to a tie-breaker. If not, then their sorry butts are meeting me at the elimination ceremony tonight." Chris told the campers.

"Wait, what's the prize for first then?" Scarlett asked. "If Team 1 is the only one going to elimination should they lose, who cares who wins?"

"Okay, fine. The winners will receive a 5-star buffet of food for dinner, how's that?" Chris scowled at her.

"I am content." Scarlett nodded.

"Good. Now, a Brains, Brawn, and Beauty challenge wouldn't be complete without one thing..." Chris said, eying all the contestants.

"Um, I'm pretty sure that's it. Brains, Brawn, Beauty. There's nothing else that goes with it." Courtney stated, clearly sounding annoyed that her team was losing big time.

Chris shot a glare in the CIT's direction before continuing. "What I mean is, it's time for an eating challenge!" As soon as he said this, the runway retracted back into the stage and one long table made of bamboo and wood rose out of the top of the stage.

"Oh boy! I've always dreamed of an eating challenge!" Owen exclaimed giddily. "Will there be pancakes? French fries? Turkey?" The boy was starting to lick his lips as he salivated.

"Oh don't worry Owen, there'll be plenty to eat!" Chris assured him with an impish smile. "The rules are as follows: Each team will choose two members to compete, regardless whether they've already competed or not. Chef will serve everyone a dish of dis-gross-ting food. Once you finish, you'll have to open your mouth to prove it went down! If you puke or you're the last one left, you're out."

"So basically the rules from the Chinese food challenge?" Duncan asked. "As long as there's no starfish on a skewer, I think I'll be good." He said, narrowing his eyes at Chris.

"Don't worry, everything will be all new!" Chris grinned impishly. "Oh, and this time, there's no table cloth, so cheating is not gonna happen."

"Our contestants have been chosen and it's time to begin! Chef, bring out the first meal!" Chris hollered. As Chef went to grab his cart of food, the camera panned across the table of eight. From left to right, the participants were Owen, Duncan, Geoff, Sky, Jasmine, Scott, Max, and Courtney.

Chef arrived with eight platters concealed by a silver cover. One by one he placed them down in front of the teens. "Bon Apetite!" Chris declared the first round had begun.

Everyone opened their covers to reveal what looked like french fries. "French fries! I was right! It's a dream come true!" Owen cried happily, devouring the 'fries'. He couldn't remember the last time he had fries! But something wasn't right... they were too crunchy, and they certainly didn't taste like fries. . .

"What are these?!" Owen cried in disgust, spitting out some chunks of the so called fries onto his plate.

"Fried silkworms!" Chris answered with his usual evil grin. "And unless you want to be out, I suggest you eat those chunks you just spit up."

A chorus of 'ew's and disgusted cries came from the contestants who quickly dropped the fried worms. "Ew! That's disgusting!" Courtney exclaimed.

"Well, bottoms up!" Jasmine shrugged, taking one of the caterpillars and dropping it into her mouth. She made a weird face as she chewed the crunchy delicacy. After swallowing she tapped her chin in thought. "Not too bad actually. I've had worse." She said before eating the rest. She opened her mouth so Chris could see there was no more silkworm.

"Jasmine's finished, followed by Scott and Geoff!" Chris announced as the latter two swallowed and opened their mouths.

"Alright dude! It feels like there's a party in my mouth!" Geoff threw both his hands in the air.

"Oh that is sooo what she said." Izzy chuckled at the unintended innuendo.

"Ugh! This is revolting! Why should a future ruler of the world have to be subjected to this?" Max demanded, pushing his plate away.

"Eat the stupid worms or I'm gonna give you something else to eat!" Courtney growled, shaking a fist at the purple-haired narcissist. She was fed up with his self absorption.

While Izzy giggled at yet another unintended innuendo, Courtney, Duncan, and Owen all finished their meals leaving it down to Max and Sky.

Sky winced as she took another bite of her fourth stick of fried silkworm. She'd eaten three out of four and was nearly done. "Eat faster!" Noah hollered.

"I'm trying! I'm not very good at these types of challenges!" Sky admitted. With a shiver she finished the fourth stick and went for the fifth one. "Done!" She cried a few moments later, opening her mouth wide.

"Max, you're out!" Chris told him, "You can join your team in the Peanut Gallery, I'm sure they'd love to have a little chat with you." He said, pointing to his team who all had annoyed looks on their faces. "Time for Round 2!" He then continued once Max left the stage with a snobby look on his face.

Chef came by and dumped a small pile of dark brown dough-balls onto everyone's plates. "What is it?" Owen asked, poking the stuff with his finger. "Because it really looks like chocolate chips and I really hope it is, but I don't think it is."

"Not chocolate chips Owen, but Blood Pudding!" Chris said dramatically. "A type of sausage made from pork blood and different spices." He added.

"Oh. Well that's not that bad. Sorta like . . . exotic bacon maybe?" Owen tried.

"Eat it and find out." Chris prompted him.

Owen took a bite. "Hmm... tastes like meatloaf." With that, he began to shovel the rest of the dough-balls into his mouth. "Done!"

Jasmine, Geoff, and Duncan were the next to try it. It definitely wasn't as bad as the silkworms. "Huh, whattaya know? It only tastes a little disgusting." Duncan nodded with an appeased look on his face. The three showed their mouths and were confirmed done.

Courtney was next followed by Scott. "Done!" They both shouted almost simultaneously. Scott gave the CIT a suggestive eyebrow wiggle which she return with a scoff of disgust.

"Sky, you're out!" Chris declared once he cleared both Scott and Courtney.

"Aww..." Sky sighed, leaving the stage.

"Round 3 brings us . . . jellyfish!" Chris announced happily.

Everyone had wide and weary eyes as Chef came by and plopped down a bowl of orangeish noodles on everyone's plate.

"It's not going to sting us, is it?" Jasmine asked as she got some of it onto her fork and raised it in the air. She'd eaten a lot of weird things before, but never a jellyfish. You don't tend to find those out in the Outback.

"Unfortunately no." Chris answered with a frown.

Jasmine put the fork full of stringy jellyfish into her mouth and swallowed. "Great Queensland that's salty!" She exclaimed, coughing a bit.

Duncan and Owen tried it next. Owen managed to stomach it while Duncan spit it back onto his plate. "Agh! That's disgusting! It tastes like barf!"

"This is nothing," Scott said through a mouthful of jellyfish noodles, "My pappy and I have eaten worse things!" He said proudly.

"Like what, kitchen rats?" Courtney asked sarcastically.

"Haha! Good one Court!" Duncan laughed, earning an eye roll from the future lawyer.

"Done!" Came Owen, who opened his mouth as proof. Jasmine was next followed by Scott.

Geoff let out a wheeze, "Done...!" He coughed, sounding weak. After a short fit of coughing, he showed his empty mouth.

It was down to Duncan and Courtney. The latter was determined to win it so they could at least go into a tiebreaker and have a chance of winning. "Done!" Courtney shouted triumphantly after a short while of chugging noodles.

With that, Duncan promptly puked up a stream of barf-covered jellyfish noodles. "Now it really tastes like puke..." He groaned.

"Duncan is last to finish and pukes it all up which means he's double out! Man, trumped by seafood again." Chris shook his head with a grin.

"That is not normal seafood." The punk glared at him before leaving the stage to join the Peanut Gallery.

"Round 4! Which is quite appropriate since Team 4 is the only team with both players still in it!" Chris chuckled.

Chef came up and dumped some sort of smoked, flat, and scaly thing onto the trays. "Smoked snake!" Chris told them.

"Okay, that's even grosser than the jellyfish!" Courtney winced, picking it up with her fork.

Jasmine didn't hesitate. She stabbed the smoked snake and stuck it in her mouth, eating the whole thing in one bite. "Australia's home to nine out of the top ten most poisonous snakes in the world, I know my way around the block." She shrugged.

"C'mon! More puking!" Chris demanded.

Geoff, Scott, Courtney, and Owen all visibly cringed as they chewed on the snake. Owen was first to shout "Done!" followed by Scott and then Courtney.

"Sorry Geoff, but you're out bro." Chris said after checking Courtney's mouth.

"Dude..." Geoff groaned, trudging over to the peanut gallery, holding his stomach.

"Team 3 is out of the running but next up for Round 5: Buzz Buttons!" Chris said cheerfully.

"Why are they called that?" Owen asked.

"Why don't you try one and find out!" Chris grinned as Chef came around and plopped about four or five small yellow plant buds with red tops onto everyone's plate.

Owen picked one up and eyed it. He popped it into his mouth and chewed it, trying to think of an explanation for what it tasted like. And then things started to get weird. "Whoa! Ah! My mouth is buzzing!" He cried. "Ah! It stings!"

"Well that's a peculiar taste..." Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "It's like my mouth is filled with electricity...and now it's salivating. I thought you said this food wasn't going to sting us!" She shot a glare at the host.

"It's not stinging, it's a numbing sensation." Chris quickly explained. "And I said the jellyfish wouldn't sting you."

"Ah!" Courtney cried, feeling the plant's effects on her tongue. It was weird but it wasn't necessarily bad. She had to finished eating them or she'd be out.

"Ooh...now it feels good. . ." Owen salivated, rubbing his belly. He picked up the rest of the little buttons and tossed them into his mouth. "Oh boy! You're missing out Geoff! It's like there's a dance party in my mouth! And they're serving electric cake and bacon!"

"Dude that sounds awesome!" Geoff grinned, recovering from his snakey stomachache.

Owen swallowed and showed his empty mouth. "Owen you're good! You too Jasmine!" Chris added when Jasmine also opened her mouth.

It was down to Scott and Courtney. "Gah! It's so weird!" Scott whined, wiping his tongue with his hands to try to stop the buzzing feeling.

"Done!" Courtney shouted suddenly, showing off her empty mouth.

"You're out Scott." Chris told him. The dirt farmer hacked up a mushy piece of one of the buzz buttons before heading over to the Peanut Gallery. "Alright, last round! Whoever finishes it first is the winner!"

Jasmine and Courtney both looked determined to win while Owen was eager to see what the last delicacy would be. Chef came by with another round of silver platters concealed by a silver cover.

"Open 'em up and see what's inside, chickens!" Chris instructed.

All three of the remaining contestants uncovered their platters to find a single, tiny, almost square-shaped, shriveled up, bright red pepper. "This doesn't look very friendly." Owen winced, picking up the pepper by the stem.

"No it is not. You wanna know why? Because that my friend, is the Carolina Reaper! The world's hottest pepper! It's a cross between a Ghost Pepper and a Habenero Pepper and clocks in at 1.57 million on the scoville heat scale." Chris gave them a little information.

"It has a tail like a scythe, that's just screaming death!" Courtney complained.

"Here goes." Jasmine winced, taking the pepper and eating the whole thing in one bite. "It's already terrible! Crikey that's hot!" Jasmine cried, fanning air into her mouth with her hands. Tears began to drip from her eyes as her face turned a bright red.

Owen was next to try and instantly regretted it. "H-hot-hot!" He wheezed, swallowing the pepper. "Ah! This is agony!" He cried, his face turning red like Jasmine's.

Courtney debated refusing to eat the pepper and losing, or eating the pepper and having a chance at winning while also possibly dying in the process. That last part might have been a stretch, but it sure seemed like death. She had no choice. The CIT popped the pepper into her mouth and quickly began coughing. "Oh this is not gonna be good..." She winced, her face too turning red.

"Oh /censored/that's hot!" Courtney panted, following Jasmine and trying to fan air into her mouth. "Ah! That's not helping! Breathing in hurts!" She cried.

"This is hilarious! Why haven't we done this before?" Chris laughed. "Since you all went ahead and ate the whole thing. We're gonna let you suffer until you either throw up or surrender to some milk and ice cream."

Chef came out with two platters of a tall glass of milk and a bowl of ice cream. Courtney sweated, debating again whether she should take the ice cream and milk or wait it out.

And then her stomach began to rumble. "Oh no..." She gulped. She suddenly let out a loud burp which was quickly followed up by a hiccup. "Stomach convulsions!" She cried before burping again.

Soon Owen and Jasmine joined her in the chorus of hiccups and burps. "It's getting worse!" Owen hacked. All of a sudden, from the other end of the table, Courtney began to throw up a long stream of puke which had a gross reddish green color to it.

Chef set down one of the plates of milk and ice cream for Courtney when she was done throwing up. "It's down to Jasmine and Owen now! Team 1 is going to elimination but who's going to win the feast?"

"It's worth it, it's worth it, it's worth it!" Owen kept repeating to himself as he breathed heavily, sweat pouring down the side of his head.

Finally after what seemed like hours of suffering (But was actually just five minutes), Jasmine raised her hand. "Give me the milk!" She surrendered.

Chef set down the last tray of cold foods in front of Jasmine who quickly took a spoon of ice cream and began devouring it, savoring every bit of cold.

(Outhouse Confessional- Hot! Hot! Ooh we got it! Hot! Hot!)

Jasmine- "Sure we didn't win the reward, but I knew we had avoided elimination anyway and the hotness was just getting worse. In my opinion it was a win win for me." She shrugged before suddenly burping again.

"And Owen keeps his reign as Total Drama's Champion Eater!" Chris declared. "While also winning his team a five star buffet!"

"It was so worth it!" Owen choked out, tears streaming down his face. It was hard to tell if they were tears of joy or tears from the hotness of the pepper.

"Samey, Max, Bridgette, Courtney, Cody and Harold! I'll see all of you at elimination tonight!" Chris told them.

The soft glow of the campfire was the only visible light coming from the otherwise dark island as the camera pushed into the elimination pit. "Such a shame. You guys didn't score any points!" Chris chuckled. "I guess it's time to see who you all blamed for your collective failure! When I call your name, come up and get your marshmallow.

"Bridgette." The blonde surfer smiled and quickly ran up to get hers. "Cody and Harold." Both nerds high-fived and went up to retrieve their marshmallows.

"Samey." The shy cheerleader breathed a sigh of relief and joined Cody with her fluffy treat.

"Courtney and Max. One of you is going home tonight. And it's not gonna be Courtney!" Chris suddenly said, skipping the usual long pause. He tossed Courtney her marshmallow. "Not sorry, but you're out Max." Chris shrugged, tossing the empty plate behind him.

"What?! I demand a recount! How dare you turn on me you useless minions! I'll have you boiled in lava when I take the throne!" He shouted, shaking a fist as Chef hauled him off towards the Boot of Shame.

Chef threw the scientist down on the big red X and before he could say anything more, Chris pressed the button and he was sent flying into the sky. "I WILL RULE YOOOOUUUU!" He shouted as he disappeared into the night.

(Outhouse Confessional- Time to Evil! Somewhere else)

Scarlett- "Am I sad about Max's elimination? Not one bit. He outlived his usefulness and finally his stupidity and self absorption got him eliminated, and rightfully so. Now I can finish my duplicator in peace." She smiled

"I'm glad he's finally gone. He was getting so annoying." Chris shook his head. "We're now at a solid 22 contestants! Who will go flying next? Will Cody make the his move on Samey? What hilarious hurts do we have in store for our campers next? Find out next time on . . . Total...Drama...Unfinished Business!"

Votes:

Courtney- Max

Bridgette- Max

Max- Courtney

Cody- Max

Harold- Max

Samey- Max

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Max- 5

Courtney- 1

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Voted Off: Topher, DJ, Ella, Alejandro, Anne Maria, Ezekiel, Dakota (RETURNED), Jo, Sadie, Heather, Tyler, Brick, Rodney, B, Katie, Max

Reason: Max is a fun character to write but like Scarlett said, he outlived his usefulness. He never really was meant to do much more that pretend to be ruling over Scarlett, only to find out she's way smarter than him. Again. I was originally going to have next time's elimination happen here, but decided to switch it last minute. Overall I'm satisfied with Max's time on the show and his contribution. If you like him and his humor like I do, don't worry, he'll always be up to no good in the Cruise of Lose episodes :)

~A/N~ After what seems like ages I finally got it out! Sorry for the really long wait, there was just so much challenge packed into this episode! I hope you guys enjoyed it because it was admittedly fun to write despite how long it took. How about a present to make up for the long wait? I already told you guys but just to remind you, I've got a poll up so check that out, and then I've got my DeviantArt account up now too so check that out as well! I'm StereotypicalVampire. I currently have only one art piece up and one journal, but I'm working on it! I'll keep you guys up to date with Total Drama Unfinished Business as well as what's going on in my life! There will also be plenty of rant sessions, admission free, so be sure to join in! Everyone needs a good rant session! Oh yeah, and don't forget to check out The Ridonculous Race: More Ridonculousness!

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[1]- This line was said by Buford in Phineas and Ferb when they were building an obstacle course and began rhyming too much. Thank you Buford, you're always there when we need you. But for real those songs were great and so was that show.

[2]- The lines Chef is saying and the situation is taken directly from "Know Your Fusion" in Steven Universe when Smokey Quartz is trying to see if she's got Sugilite's strength. When she fails to hit the bell, a pre-recorded Sugilite makes jeers and jabs at her.

[3]- Anyone who plays Overwatch gets this Phara reference. And would you look at that...It's High Noon . . .

[4]- If you may recall, there was a show on Nickelodeon called Victorious. Not gonna lie it had some pretty good and funny moments. One of which was when their teacher Sikowitz (Probably butchered that) was naming who would choose for who. He did it in a rapid succession and it was definitely applaud-worthy.

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