A shot of the busy canal in Venice was shown, with Chris talking over it. "Last time on Total Drama Legends. Italy! It certainly is beautiful, ain't it? Too bad we never had a chance to enjoy it. The competitors were finally given names before competing in their first challenge. A canal race! But even more interestingly, Duncan and Zoey formed an agreement to get Duncan back with his old smooching buddy, Gwen. Meanwhile, Amy turned her entire team against her sister and Cody swore off his goth crush forever. In the end, Tyler cost his team the game, by creating one wicked wipeout to start off this season. But surprisingly, Cody managed to convince most of his teammates to vote off Sierra, and Total Drama's biggest superfan became our first victim of elimination. A part of me will miss that crazy fan…"

The camera cut to Chris on the McPlane, with Chef in the pilot's chair. "But yet again, I'll probably get over it. Where will our competitors end up next? And which team will be caught on the wrong side of the camera? Find out right now, on Total...Drama...Legends!"

The Bobcats were enjoying their time in first class. Alejandro, Lightning and Scott were relaxing in a hot tub, Dawn was meditating, while Jo and Heather were fighting over the remote for the large TV. Samey was sitting at the end of a dining table, enjoying the leftovers from her Italian dinner reward from last episode. Or at least, she was trying to. She stared unhappily at her plate of spaghetti.

Confessional (Samey): She sighed. "I still don't get it. I thought my team would at least tolerate me, but for whatever reason they hate me. Maybe they think I'm the weakest link…" She pondered to herself, before giving a more serious look. "I'm going to have to step it up in the next challenge."

Static.

Samey decided she wasn't hungry anymore, so pushed her chair back. She suddenly stopped when she bumped into something. Whatever she hit, made a THUD sound, followed by an 'ow.' Samey turned back to see what she hit. Her sister was now on the ground, behind her, rubbing her ankle.

Samey got up, and crossed her arms. "Are you serious?" she said, unimpressed.

Amy looked up at her "What? You're the one who backed into me."

"Yeah, like you didn't mean to be behind me." Samey rolled her eyes "You always take the chance to play the victim."

To Samey's surprise, Amy sniffed and looked up at her. "I'm sorry, ok?!" She shouted, with tears in her eyes. "I can't always watch where I'm going. It's not like you couldn't see what was behind you." She sniffled some more, rubbing her arms against her eyes.

Samey was about to call her out when she was interrupted.

"What's going on here?" Leshawna charged in. She looked over at the crying Amy. Then angrily at Samey. "What is your problem?!" Samey stammered at the sudden response from Leshawna. "Oh, you're not such a big person when you're not standing over your sister, right?"

"I- but- she- she's not-"

Leshawna cut her off "What? She's not worthy enough to be treated like a normal person? Get your cheerleader, blonde, pointed nose out of my face before you learn how Leshawna handles things the hard way!"

Samey was gobsmacked. If it was Amy, she would have no issue standing up to her. But this was different. This was someone who Samey had never met, standing up for her sister. Last challenge, Leshawna had even stood up for her. The Sistah turned around and helped the still sniffling Amy up to her feet.

Alejandro, Scott and Lightning watched on in amusement, from their hot tub. The Jock laughed at what he was seeing and nudged the Latino. "Girls. Ain't they something?" he said.

Alejandro stammered for an answer. "Well...They certainly are interesting creatures."

Lightning and Scott looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

"Ok calm down, Romeo." Scott finally said "But you are right, we do need to watch out for them." Now it was Alejandro who looked at him weirdly. Scott continued "Trust me, I've already been beaten and betrayed by two different girls on both of my seasons. And one of them is on our team. But I think with the three of us, we can take them down."

Alejandro interjected "Are you suggesting sabotage?"

Scott raised his arms up as if he was defending himself "No, of course not. As the smartest player in my season, I know not to use the same plan twice. Even Lightning wouldn't do something as dumb as that." The Mega Jock nodded at this, unaware of Scott's backhanded compliment. "What I propose is that we form a guys alliance. The three of us. I mean we probably have a pretty good track record. Alejandro, you and Lightning are both finalists, and I've made it into the final four twice. I say we work together to get rid of the least important players first, then, once we get closer to the merge, go for the stronger players." Scott put his hand in the middle of the hot tub. "You in?"

Alejandro didn't respond immediately , but Lightning put his hand in, without thinking twice. "Oh yeah. Team Dude 2.0!"

The Redneck and the Jock looked at Alejandro. He didn't look as excited as the other two. With some consideration though, he put his hand in as well. The three guys smirked at one another.

Confessional (Scott): "Of course I don't trust those two. One's an idiot, and the other's Alejandro. With Zoey and Dawn on my team, I'm gonna need to lay low for a while. I'll keep these guys as scapegoats, and dump them when I can."

Confessional (Alejandro): "Scott is certainly useful, I'll admit that. But usefulness can only last so long. Eventually he'll run out and that will be the cause for elimination."

Confessional (Lightning): "If either of those wannabes think they can match this muscle, they will feel the thunder, then they will experience the lightning!" He posed, triumphantly. "SHA-BAM!"

Static

Unbeknownst to the trio, Jo had been listening in on them. She thought for a moment, before taking off.

Meanwhile, in the loser class, The Shark Cowboys were grimacing at their quarters. With the exception of one. Cody was humming to himself, a wide grin plastered on his face. Gwen and Courtney noticed this.

"Someone's happy," commented Gwen.

"I'm ecstatic" said Cody in delight "I no longer have to deal with any crazed super fans. I can keep one toothbrush and I can sleep without being sniffed, hugged or drooled on. I don't even care if I have to sleep here, I'd rather take the rats than Sierra anyday."

"Speak for yourself" protested Noah, from the other side. "Some of us prefer to be spoiled."

"Some of us also prefer not to be insulted" Jasmine spoke up, glaring at the brainiac.

Noah rolled his eyes. "You're a giant. It's not an insult, it's a fact. I could make a clone of myself, stand him on my shoulders and still not be as tall as you."

"Well, it wouldn't kill you to be a little nicer."

"Sorry, hon. Nice isn't my style. Especially if we're in a competition like this."

Jasmine scoffed and stood up, not realizing what was above her. Due to her height, she bumped into an overhead compartment. She rubbed her head. Noah snickered at this.

Sanders and Macarthur watched both of them. The latter of whom seemed very enthralled by what was going on.

"Can I just say?" said Macarthur, leaning towards her partner. "This might be better than the Race."

"But we won the Race..." Sanders said, confused.

Macarthur ignored the statement and continued watching intently.

Confessional (Jasmine): "I get it. I'm new. I'm tall. And that makes me a threat. But that is no excuse to be a stuck up windbag. Noah better realize who he's messing with."

Confessional (Owen): "I like how Noah is so competitive when he wants to be. Maybe if he was like that more often, we would've won a reality show." He scratched the back of his head. "Though, I'm not sure how laughing at the misfortunes of others will help..." He paused, thinking to himself. He shook his head. "Ya know what? I'm sure my little buddy knows what he's doing."

Static.

Back in first class, Duncan and Zoey sat across from each other.

"So how do I get back with Gwen?" Duncan asked, bluntly.

"Well…" started Zoey "The obvious answer would be that you need to be nice."

"I don't do nice" interrupted Duncan

"Well, in All-Stars, you were kinda nice-" Zoey stopped when she saw Duncan glaring back at her. "Ok...Let's just say you were having an off day." Zoey awkwardly stated. "Why don't we start with what went wrong first and work from there?"

Duncan nervously scratched the back of his head "Well...uh...I guess it started when...she started ignoring me."

Zoey raised an eyebrow "Well, there's gotta be more than that. Didn't she want to make amends with Courtney?"

"I guess so…" Duncan sighed

"Maybe she felt being in a relationship with you...would've been awkward?"

Duncan looked at her, confused "What are you talking about?"

"Well...think about it. You dated Courtney...then you started dating Gwen...while you were still dating Courtney."

"But we weren't dating at the time." Duncan interjected. Zoey felt like she was talking to a brick wall.

"Did either of you two say you wanted to break up?"

Duncan folded his arms and looked away. "I guess not..." he said sheepishly

Zoey clasped her hands together "Ok, we're getting places...now-"

"So you're saying it's her fault we broke up?" Duncan cut her off.

Zoey's jaw almost dropped. "No. No, I'm not saying that at all." She sighed and put her palm on her forehead.

Suddenly, "What she's saying is that you can't have both of the things you want." came a voice.

Duncan and Zoey jumped. Sitting right next to them, on an arm rest, in lotus position, appeared Dawn. Duncan looked in disgust. "Where the hell did you come from?"

Zoey held her arms out. "Easy, Duncan. She-"

"And what do you mean by 'both of the things I want?' " Duncan shouted, ignoring the Indie Chick.

"Well, it's all over your aura."

"My what?" Duncan said, putting a hand to his chest.

"Sorry, Duncan," Zoey sighed "Dawn has a habit of doing that."

Duncan looked at her. "Habit of doing what?"

Zoey was about to speak, but was interrupted. "Your aura tells me how you were feeling back in All-Stars. You liked Gwen, but you also liked the attention that came from Courtney. Whether or not you still had feelings for her, you craved the chaos that came from your relationship. So much so, you ignored your partner's feelings, which caused her to push you away."

Duncan's mouth was agape at the Moon Child's speech. Who the heck was this chick? Zoey looked up at him, understanding his shock.

"That." she said.

Confessional (Duncan): "It's like Izzy and Harold fused together and the result was some weird, super crazy, nerdy...thing."

Static

Jo walked around first class, clearly looking for someone. She finally came to a recliner chair. On the chair, was a napping Heather, with a sleeping mask over her eyes. Jo sighed at what she was about to do. She pulled off the sleeping mask off her face. Heather winced, but quickly realized what was going on, once she opened her eyes. She glared at Jo and stood up.

"I'll give you three seconds before they make this show PG-13 after I-"

Jo held up her arms to Heather. "Look, I don't like you and you don't like me."

"Did you just figure that out, genius?" Heather scoffed.

Jo held back her anger. "But I think you and I should-"

Suddenly the intercom sounded out. Jo and Heather looked up.

Chris' voice came on. "All competitors, stop what you're doing and head to the baggage area. Stop any games, chit-chats and any possible alliances and head on down."

Heather, like an absolute diva, flounced past Jo. "You heard the man…" she said slyly.

Jo groaned and followed her.

At the loser class, the Shark Cowboys were also heading to the baggage area. Cody walked behind Gwen and Courtney. As he passed a window, a figure stared at him from the outside of the plane. Cody paused for a moment, thinking someone was watching him. He turned around suddenly, but as soon as he did, the figure disappeared. Cody turned back, slightly nervous.

At the baggage area, Chris stood in front of both team. "Competitors, welcome! I trust everyone is well rested and ready for our next challenge?" Most of the competitors looked at him annoyed, most notably the Cowboys.

"You're probably wondering where our next challenge will take place" continued Chris "You'll be happy to know that our next destination is in the City of Angels, L.A."

"Louisiana?" asked Owen. Most of the competitors gave him weird looks.

"No, Owen." groaned Chris "First off, not a city. Second, I mean the place with the most beautiful beaches, tall palm trees and the biggest stars- not including myself- of all time, Los Angeles."

Most of the competitors clamoured at this. Everyone except Scott.

Confessional (Scott): "I'm not much of a traveler. My Papi always said you won't learn anything out of life if you're constantly moving. The furthest he's ever been from the farm is two blocks down to swipe our neighbor's tractor."

Confessional (Heather): "Finally. Chris finally got it right. He realized exactly where someone like me belongs."

Confessional (Lightning): "Aw, yeah. Lightning is going to shine like a star and everyone will have their cameras pointed at me." He began posing. "Me! Me! Sha-Me!"

Static.

Duncan wasn't as enthusiastic as everyone else. He stood with his arms crossed, as the others talked excitedly. Then he realized someone was staring at him. He turned and came face-to-face with an unfamiliar face. It was Macarthur. She glared at him with great intensity.

"Can I help you, officer?" he asked mockingly.

The Burly Cadet pointed at him. "Now listen here, Mohawk Boy. I saw what you did last season. Honestly, what you did was just pathetic."

Duncan smirked and faced the Cadet. "Really? 'Cause I thought it was pretty cool when I blew up that mansion."

Surprisingly, Macarthur laughed at this. "Oh that was nothing. I was talking about your pitiful performance. To not make it into the final five, after breaking things off with Gwen. I was kinda hoping for some sort of redemption thing with you, but no. We didn't get that. We got some lazy excuse of a showing by you."

Duncan was caught off guard. Most notably by the "breaking things off with Gwen" line. He angrily glared at the Cadet, getting right in her face. "Listen here, copper. I did not break things off with Gwen, she-" But Duncan cut things off when he noticed Zoey telling him to be quiet and pointing. Duncan looked to see everyone staring at him, except Gwen. Not only was she not looking at Duncan, but she seemed to be intentionally avoiding his gaze. He also noticed everyone also giving him awkward looks

The Ex-Con tried to get his bearings and took a moment to realize what he was doing, then angrily looked back at MaCarthur.

"Whatever happened in that season," he said, much quieter "Is none of your business. Stay out of it, before I do something that'll put me in jail for a loooong time."

Neither said anything, instead continuing to glare at each other. Macarthur was about to say something when her partner pulled her away.

"Ok, Macarthur. You need to calm down right now." Sanders dragged her away to her team, as the competitors walked towards their teams. Duncan was about to yell back, but he looked around and noticed the teams moving. He looked back at Macarthur and Sanders. Sanders was still pushing the hot headed cadet away. She cast a quick and apologetic look at him. Duncan looked more confused at this point, but sighed and turned around.

Confessional (Duncan): "I've dealt with my fair share of cops, officers and wardens, but this...cadet. She's different. I heard she's dating one of Geoff's friends or something, but...how does that other cadet deal with her...I almost feel sorry for-." He stopped. "Wait, what am I saying? I don't feel anything for her."

Static.

Chris walked over to Cody.

"Hey, Cody how ya doing?"

Cody was surprised at the question. He stuttered, but replied. "Uh, I'm doing fine, Chris...Thanks?"

Chris started snickering. Cody looked bemused. "Is...everything ok?"

"Oh, oh yeah." Chris said, still chuckling "Everything's just fine."

Cody nervously stared at the Host as he walked to the front. "Attention, competitors! I have just received word that we're going to land very soon."

"How soon?" asked Courtney.

The moment she finished asking that, Chris buckled a harness to himself in the baggage area. "Now."

A millisecond later, The McPlane touched down on the runway. The plane suddenly jolted, sending the competitors off balance. Some were able to hold onto something, keeping themselves upright. Others weren't as lucky. Lightning was sent straight up, banging his head on the ceiling. He came back down, still standing, with scratches and bruises on his head. Owen was set off balance too and was sent rolling around the baggage area, like a boulder, crashing into other competitors. Gwen's feet left the ground but Duncan, who happened to be standing next to her, saw this. Thinking quickly, he grabbed her by her feet and pulled her down. But instead of being put down upright, she was unceremoniously slammed face first, onto the steel floor. Duncan, still holding her feet, looked extremely guilty and shocked at what he just did. But the person who bore the worst of the turbulence was Tyler, who was bounced around like a kernel in a microwave.

Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), Dawn was the only one not affected by the turbulence. She just stood where she was, both feet firmly planted on the ground. While everyone else was still shaking, screaming and being thrown about, she watched on as if nothing was happening.

Soon, the plane had come to a complete stop. The hatch opened. Chris walked out, without a scratch on him. The competitors were behind him, all in a pile, groaning in pain. Dawn walked out, almost exactly the same way Chris did.

Confessional (Leshawna): She looked shocked."That girl is something else!"

Static.

The competitors were getting up, still groaning as they struggled to stand. Zoey was on the floor, when someone walked up to her. Mike helped his girlfriend up. Zoey smiled at him.

"Hey Zoe, you alright?" he said

"Hey, Mike" she replied "I'm fine, thanks for-" Zoey's gaze wandered to something. She saw Duncan staring at Courtney who was helping Gwen up to her feet. The CIT seemed concerned, but also angry. "I-I'll talk to you later…" Zoey said quickly. She planted a kiss on Mike's cheek and ran past him. Mike looked back to see where Zoey was going. He looked confused.

Confessional (Mike): "Ok. They're on the same team, I get that. But...is something going on that I don't know about. I guess Zoey would tell me if something was up...right?"

Static.

The ex-juvenile wasn't looking happy. He looked upset and very guilty. Zoey walked up very cautiously. Courtney had picked Gwen up to her feet, holding her by the shoulders. The Goth was rubbing her head. She had a bruise on her forehead. Courtney then turned and, again, shot a pissed off look at Duncan. Zoey took a few moments to find her words.

"Everything alright?" she asked, nervously.

After a couple of seconds, Duncan turned around. He didn't look directly at Zoey and scratched the back of his head. "I uh- I screwed up. Big time."

Zoey gave him a sympathetic look.

Confessional (Zoey): "This might be harder than I thought."

Static

The Bobcats and Cowboys were standing side by side. Tyler was smiling, like a doofus, and swaying from side to side, still feeling the effects from the plane landing.

Chris stood in front of the challenge destination. "Alright competitors" he started "Today's challenge will be-"

"EXTREME!" shouted the still dizzy Jock.

Chris gave a confused look. "Right...Anyways, today's challenge is going to be an interesting one. Since we're in L.A. where the biggest stars of today are made."

"Or in Chris' case, the 70s" Noah whispered. Most of the competitors snickered at this.

Chris grimaced at the brainiac's joke. But he continued anyway. "I've got a question. In today's star filled world, what does every actor need in order to maintain their celebrity status?"

"Attention?" Asked Heather

"Looks?" asked Alejandro

"Charity work?" Asked Courtney

"A lack of a criminal record?" Asked Duncan, dully.

"Sha-Me?" Asked Lightning

"Ashooo...meato?" The, most likely, concussed Tyler mumbled. Chris snapped his fingers.

"That's correct, Tyler. An important, and healthy, self-image. These days, with everyone owning a phone, and social media more popular than ever, anything we say and do, can, and will be televised, recorded and reviewed. Sometimes, people will say something stupid and whoever hears or sees it will blow it up to extreme proportions, creating a hole that the celebrity may never escape from. So for this challenge, I have something unique for you."

Chris then turned around and revealed the challenge. It was two large walkways, with three boxes on both of them. "This challenge will consist of three parts. The first will involve dealing with the paparazzi. You will have one of two options. Either avoid them altogether or answer all their questions. Give them a bad answer, or be rude to them, and you go to the back of the line. The second will be a prompt challenge. You will be given a situation and depending how you respond, you will either move on or go back to the line. If your audience meter reaches the top, you will go to the third and final part of the challenge. In this challenge, competitors will be given a trivia question on movies, if you get it right, you've completed the whole course. Get it wrong and...well, I think you know."

"What does that last challenge have to do with public image?" asked Sanders

"Not much. Honestly, we don't think most of you would make it past the first challenge, so we decided to make the last one easy. Now get in places, people."

Soon, the teams were standing across from each other in seperate lines. Samey nervously stood in between her teammates. Duncan stood in front of the line for his team and Noah was doing the same for his team. The Brainiac eyed him. Duncan tried to ignore him, but it didn't last long.

"See something you like, toothpick?" he said mockingly.

Noah smirked "I watched All-Stars, I know why you're here."

Duncan's eyes widened and he turned his head. "What are you talking about?"

"Dude, I have an IQ that reaches triple digits, I can tell what a desperate man looks like."

Duncan was about to say something back, but his gaze fell on Gwen, who was a few spaces back. He stared, with a mixture of guilt and sadness. Noah noticed this and widened his smirk.

"See? You're one step away from falling into a cesspool of misery. To not only lose two of your girlfriends, but for both of them to come together over their hatred of you." Duncan looked away, trying to ignore the brainiac's taunts. They continued. "Face it, dude. Every girl you'll ever come in contact with will all say the same thing. 'Why did I ever-"

"Hey, knock it off!"

Noah and Duncan were caught off guard by the sudden yell. They both glanced back. Zoey glared menacingly at Noah. Or at least, as menacingly as she could.

"If you have a problem with him, you better come over here and..." Zoey stammered "and...apologize...or I'll...I'll...knock you...down...on the ground. And I won't help you up. Unless you were really hurt. And I mean...really hurt."

Noah rolled his eyes and faced forward. Zoey looked back at Duncan. He now had his back to the Indie Chick and had his hand over his mouth. Zoey frowned.

"I'm sorry about that, Duncan. But that guy...don't listen to him. He's not worth it-"

Duncan put his hand down, and leaned forward. Surprisingly, he didn't look upset, he was actually chuckling to himself and trying to hold it back. Zoey looked confused.

"Sorry," he said "That was...hilarious...that threat was pathetic." He keeled over, still trying to hold in his laughter. Zoey turned away, annoyed that her attempt to defend her teammate was laughed at.

"But, thanks."

Zoey paused, then turned around. Now, Duncan wasn't laughing, he was looking right at Zoey.

"I appreciate the attempt." He gave a small smile. Zoey slowly returned it.

Noah again rolled his eyes at seeing this. The three of them failed to notice the other competitor that was watching the entire thing. Sanders.

Confessional (Sanders): "Is it weird that I feel bad for an ex-criminal? I mean...I know he's not on my team, but...Noah was a real jerk to him."

Confessional (Owen): "Ever since the Ridonculous Race, Noah made a commitment to step up his game and win the next show. I'm not sure how throwing insults at others will help, but I'm sure he's onto something. After all it's Duncan, he can take it."

Static

Duncan and Noah both got ready to start the challenge. Duncan looked determined and angry.

Chris began the countdown. "3...2...1...Go!" Duncan sprinted towards the first door, while Noah simply strolled forward.

"Wait a minute." cried Jo to Chris "Their team is down a player. That gives them an advantage. How is that fair?"

Chris pondered to himself "You're right. I didn't think about that." He looked at the Jockette. "Tell you what, I don't change anything and we can skip the song portion of the episode, deal?"

"Deal." Jo said quickly.

Duncan just made it through the first door and closed it behind him. He looked at what awaited him.

"What the…" he said

Surrounding the room, moving across the floor, were several moving pieces of cardboard. Each of them had faces and clothes painted on them. In addition to that, some had painted-on cameras and stapled notepads on them too. A TV came down from the ceiling. It flashed, revealing Chris on the screen.

"For this challenge" he said "You have two options of facing the paparazzi. Either face them head on and answer all their questions, while maintaining a healthy self-image, or go around them all together."

Duncan looked down, he noticed he was standing on a yellow dot, surrounded by a red floor.

The Chris recording continued.

"Stepping on the red space means you choose the paparazzi section."

Duncan looked at the monitor

"Wait, how am I supposed to get around them…"

"If you have any questions at all, I can't answer them because I am a recording...good luck."

The monitor went black, leaving behind the annoyed Duncan.

In the other room, Noah was getting ready for his challenge. He studied the room. He noticed that, on the walls, were handles. They wrapped around the middle of the wall, starting at the door where he had entered and ending on the other side. This would mean competitors would have to climb the bars, like a jungle gym to get across. Noah took one more glance at them, before shaking his head.

"Not gonna even try," he said to himself. As soon as he stepped on the red, a cardboard figure stopped and moved towards him.

"What is your opinion of Chris McLean?" it said. It's mouth didn't move, but on its neck was a speaker with duct tape on it.

Noah took a moment to think about the question.

"He is a valued host, with a million dollar smile and...he's a way better host than Don from the Ridonculous Race."

The cardboard figure paused for a moment, before dinging and moving back to where it was. Noah smirked as he walked away.

"This is too easy…"

Duncan was still struggling to find a way around the paparazzi.

Confessional (Duncan): "I don't like reporters. They twist your words into something completely different. This one time, I was on the news because they said I allegedly pushed a kid in front of a moving car. I did him a favor. He told me he didn't want to go to school that day, so I kept him out of it for the rest of the year. You don't know my story, Chad from Channel 8."

Static.

Duncan kept studying the room. He finally noticed the bars and realized what he had to do. He smiled to himself.

"No way is that pencil geek going to beat me."

Noah was still going through the reporters.

"...I truly believe our country can be saved by McLean's initiative…"

Duncan made it into the second room. There was a slightly elevated ramp. He walked onto it. As soon as he stepped on the platform, the screen in front of him lit up and displayed some words. Duncan read them aloud.

"You're a fitness guru and one of your idols just passed away. You have three seconds to strike a meaningful pose in the sunset." A countdown clock started 3...2…

"Wait, where am I supposed to look?"

Duncan didn't see the screen behind him that showed a picture of a beautiful sunset on a beach. He started to turn, when suddenly there was a flash. Duncan blinked, then rubbed his eyes. After regaining his composure, he noticed the picture on the screen. He stood in front of a beautiful sunset background, but the camera caught him mid turn, completely ruining the photo.

Chris' voice was heard over the loudspeaker. "And it looks like Duncan is the first to fail the challenge. Now he must return to his team, and wait to start again."

Duncan sighed in annoyance.

Back at the entrance, Amy was whispering something into Alejandro's ear. Simultaneously he was glaring at the evil sister's twin. Samey was oblivious to what was going on.

Confessional (Alejandro): "That cheerleader thinks she can do better than Heather simply because she's blonde? Heather is an angel...in the sense that she has the looks of one. Not that she would act like one, she hates angels." He paused. "P-Please don't tell her I said that."

Static

Duncan walked embarrassingly back to his team and to the end of the line. Some of his teammates (most notably Jo, Lightning and Heather) were snickering. Zoey watched him with worry. But now she was up. She headed into the challenge door. Chris' voice was heard again over the loudspeaker.

"Noah is now done with the first challenge. The next competitor on the Cowboys can start. But you are not allowed to pass Noah."

Sanders was up next. She looked a little nervous, but her partner gave her a reassuring pat on the back. "You'll do fine, partner. Remember, you're the brain. I'm the muscle. So you totally got this."

Sanders gave a small smile. She started off, sprinting to the challenge door. When she was sure Macarthur couldn't see her face, she frowned.

Confessional (Sanders): "I don't like having to abandon my partner. At least in the Race, we were paired up so we never had to worry about that. But now, it's different. And...I'm not sure how to feel about it."

Static

Zoey was effortlessly swinging around the paparazzi, while Noah had just finished the second part of the challenge. Both competitors easily finished their challenges, becoming the first two to finish the challenge. Sanders was also swinging around the paparazzi.

"Wow" said Chris "You guys must really have something to hide from everyone…" he chuckled over the loudspeaker. "Alright, next two are up."

Samey and Macarthur stepped forward. Samey tried to look ready, but didn't seem sure. Macarthur looked ready for anything, though. She let out a fierce battle cry and sprinted towards the door, practically crashing through it. A few seconds later, loud smashing sounds could be heard. Most of the Cowboys nervously looked at the source of the sound. A few more seconds later, Macarthur walked sheepishly out from the side entrance, with splinters in her hands. Her teammates looked at her confused. She smiled, embarrassed.

"I thought-" she started "I thought they were attacking me…" She walked to the back of the line.

Meanwhile, and later, Samey had just made it to the situation challenge. On the screen it read: Your ex-spouse is spreading rumors about you, in an attempt to damage your reputation. How do you respond?

The Innocent Sister thought about it for a moment. "I guess, if it were me, I would deny them in a non aggressive way and...call out Amy's- I mean my spouse's past behavior?

The screen was idle for a second, before showing a thumbs up. Samey smiled and moved onto the next challenge.

Confessional (Samey): "Maybe if I can do good in these challenges, my teammates will start to like me." Her face looked unsure. "Or will that just make them angrier?"

Static

Back at the entrance, Lightning was heading towards the door. Heather watched him with disinterest. Suddenly, something pulled her shoulder. Surprised, she turned around only to be met with Jo. She angrily glared at her.

"Do you have a problem with me?" Heather ranted. "Actually, don't answer that. If you don't like me, I don't give a-"

"Listen here, Twig!" Jo interrupted, aggressively. This caught Heather off guard. Jo continued. "In case you don't already know, we are in danger. Danger of going home early." She pointed to the side at Scott and Alejandro. "The guys are already making an alliance and we're probably on the chopping block." Heather didn't say anything, but Jo could see she was intrigued. "Jock-strap, country boy and Latino Loser all want us gone. I say we get rid of them before they can do anything about it."

Heather turned to look at the rest of her team. She saw the two boys whispering to each other. Then she smiled, evilly.

"I've got an idea." she said, not looking at Jo

Confessional (Heather): "If there's one thing I know Alejandro can't resist, it's taking off his shirt, latin music and, of course...me."

Static.

The competition continued. Many players from both teams were able to fully pass, even Tyler. But other players were having trouble.

Lightning pointed angrily at the screen in front of him. He was in the trivia portion. "How am I supposed to know what Mel whateva his name is yelled in 'Braveheart?' he shouted. The screen went red with a white X. Lightning threw his hands down in frustration.

The Mega Jock walked to the rest of his teammates who had yet to finish. Including himself, Scott and Duncan were the only members of the Bobcats left. Meanwhile, on the Shark Cowboys, six players still had yet to finish.

Meanwhile, Heather and Jo were about to make their move. The Diva flounced up to Alejandro, sighing dramatically. This caught the attention of the latino. "Oh, Alejandro." She said, the back of her hand resting on her forehead. "I don't know what to do. I feel as though I'm the next one going home. No one likes me and I don't…"

Jo watched as Alejandro's attention locked onto the Overly Dramatic Diva. Then she saw that Scott had just finished the game and her grin widened.

Confessional (Jo): "I don't care what that Loud Mouth does at this point. But if I can get in that alliance, then that annoying Dudling is out of here."

Static.

Duncan was able to finish the challenge, leaving just Lightning to finish. Some of the Cowboys were able to finish too, but they still had four competitors who had to finish.

"199...6?" said Owen, unsure. His answer led to ding, signifying his answer was correct and he finished the challenge.

Courtney went around the paparazzi, swinging on the handles. She was about halfway through when one of the handles gave away. Courtney was caught off balance and ended up hitting one of the cardboard figures, knocking its head off. She stared in worry, before Chris' voice came over the speaker, telling her she had to start over.

Macarthur jumped around outside, getting pumped up. She ran into the first door, but instead of running straight forward, she jumped. Somehow, while not hitting a single cutout, she landed on the other side, her feet just missing the red space.

"Holy cow, that actually worked." she said, astonished.

Scott watched the door, hoping Lightning would run through, at any moment.

"Hey, Tank Top." came a voice.

Scott didn't even need to turn to know who that was. "What do you want, Jo?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, well I don't, so beat it." The Farmer Boy still wasn't looking at her.

Jo smirked. "Alright, I guess your alliance will be short lived."

Scott suddenly froze. Even with his back to her, Jo could tell he was worried. After a few seconds, he turned around, trying to hide his panicked expression. "Wha-What alliance? It's only episode three, it's too early for that."

Jo waved it off. "Don't play dumb. I hate to admit it, but you're smarter than you look and I know about your little teamup."

Scott paused, thinking to himself. He quickly realized that he couldn't hide it anymore. He took a step towards her. "How do you know?" he whispered

Jo was about to answer, but she thought for a moment. "I heard through one of your own teammates." she lied. Scott pondered. He then looked at Alejandro, who was still ogling at Heather. Jo stepped in front of his gaze. "Not him. I'll give you a hint. He's dumber than a bag of bricks, has a severe addiction to protein powder and outlasted both you and me in our first season."

Scott raised an eyebrow at this. "Why would Lightning tell you about the alliance? He hates you."

Jo shrugged. "Well, I guess he just wanted to brag that he formed the first alliance of the season, and if Lightning does something first, you know he'll tell anyone listening."

Scott stared at Jo, unsure. Jo hoped her lie would work.

"Alright," said Scott "Say I believe you, what do you want out of it?"

Jo grinned again. "Two things. One, I want in the alliance."

"You want to be in an alliance with Lightning?"

Jo held up two of her fingers. "And that's the second thing I want, Lightning gone."

Scott folded his arms "You want me to get rid of Lightning this early? He's one of our strongest players." Jo glared at this, leading to Scott backing down. "I-I mean...in terms of...size."

Jo was about to retort, when the intercom sounded.

"...and the Shark Cowboys win!"

Scott and Jo looked bewildered. "WHAT?!" They said simultaneously.

"If you guys had been paying attention," Chris continued "The Bobcats may have had the lead for a while, but you needed every player to finish. But it seems your resident Jock watches too many workout tapes, instead of actual films." On a nearby TV screen, several pictures of Lightning on the final part of the challenge were shown. Each of them showed him getting progressively angrier as he failed again and again. The screen then cut to black. Chris went on. "Cowboys, you're our winners today. You'll be spending your time in first class tonight, while the Bobcats will be sending their first player home."

Scott and Jo watched as the Cowboys celebrated. Jo then turned to Scott. "He might be your biggest teammate, but like I said: Bag. Of. Bricks." She started walking away, purposefully bumping into him as she strode past. "Let me know when you make your decision." Scott was left to himself. But not for long. After a few seconds, Lightning walked up to him, looking annoyed.

"Dumb game, Lightning don't have time for movies. But he does deserve an Oscar for these." He flexed his pecs. "SHA-BAM!" He looked at Scott "So, who we sending home? 'Cause I want to get rid of that cheerleader chick who said Jo was better than me."

Scott looked at him, unsure. Finally he gave a nervous smile. "Yeah, we'll send her home. Definitely her."

Lightning nodded and ran off, towards Alejandro. Again, Scott was left with his thoughts. Unbeknownst to him, Amy had been standing a few feet away. She had heard everything.

Back on the plane, the Bobcats sat in the elimination room. Leshawna was seated next to Amy, who was devilishly smirking at Samey. The Good Twin was looking nervous.

Confessional (Samey): "Ok. I did fine today. I was the first to finish the challenge and didn't say anything to anyone." She smiled to herself, before panicking. "Oh no what if they think I'm a snob? What if they think that I think I'm too good for them? What if-"

Static.

Lightning, Scott and Alejandro were also next to each other. The jock was smirking, while Scott seemed antsy. Alejandro noticed this. "Are you ok, Mi Amigo?" he asked.

Scott's eyes darted around. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Don't worry about it." He nervously grinned.

Alejandro was confused but said nothing. Jo watched the three intently. Chris was standing in front of them, with his tray of barf bags. "You've all cast your votes and made your decision. Tonight, eleven will become ten and the teams will be even again. Someone's going home and they ain't coming back." He paused, as the Bobcats looked at each other. "The barf bags go to Zoey, Duncan, Leshawna and Dawn." All four competitors grabbed their bags, relieved. "Alejandro, Scott and Heather, you three are also safe." Again the competitors took their oncoming bags. "Only four left. Amy and...Jo. Here's your bags." Amy grabbed her bag as did Jo, who sighed in relief. She looked down at Scott. Even if they weren't facing each other, Scott knew she was staring at him.

Chris chuckled "Now we're down to two."

Samey suddenly realized the situation she was in. She turned around to the rest of her teammates, in a panicked state. "Wha-why am I- Did I do too good in my challenge? I can slow down, if you guys want me to-"

"What? You think you're better than us?" Leshawna shouted at her.

Samey didn't mean to sound like she was bragging, but she realized her poor choice of words. "No. No, I meant that-"

"Ahem," Chris cleared his throat. "Samey, making new friends as always." he quipped. The Twin slunked down, awaiting her fate. "The last barf bag goes to…."

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The Good Twin's eyes sprang open, as the barf bag fell into her lap. She broke out into a smile and actually shouted a "YES!" before realizing her team was staring at her, and she quietly sat back down.

As for the Jock, he was still grinning. But after a few seconds, it suddenly dawned on him. His smile slowly fell, and his arms dropped to the side. He stood up and turned around. "What? How is this possible? You can't eliminate Lightning." He raged at his ex-teammates. "Lightning was gonna win it all. He was going to go all the way." His eyes latched onto Scott and Alejandro. His eyes narrowed and pointed at them. "How dare you do this to Lightning? You're gonna pay!"

Alejandro looked at Scott, confused. Scott tried to find an excuse, but was cut off.

"See ya later, Dudling." Jo shouted from behind the two. "Now you can watch all the movies you want."

Lightning's focus on his ex-alliance was thrown off by Jo's taunt. He froze, long enough for Chef to grab him by the back of his shirt and throw him off the plane. Chris then tossed a parachute after him.

Jo sat back down. Scott and Alejandro looked at her, then back to each other. The Lationo was suspicious, but Scott shrugged as if he knew nothing. The Latino turned away far enough to not see Jo whispering to Scott.

"You don't need to thank me. You only need to do one thing and you know what that is." She followed the rest of her teammates out of the elimination room. Scott thought to himself if he'd made the right choice.

Confessional (Scott): "I hate Jo more than Lightning, but I've gotten further than her in both of our seasons. I already know how to beat her. She thinks this will help her, but I'm one step ahead." He smiled confidently

Confessional (Amy): She had her arms crossed and was frowning. "Samey should've gone home today. She got lucky." Her sour expression turned into a smug grin. "But now I have something that guarantees she'll be eliminated."

Confessional (Noah): Noah had his hands in his pockets, with his usual dull look. "I'm probably going to get a lot of hate for what I said to Duncan. But I don't care. This is not the same Noah that was the first voted off from his team. Twice. This is a new Noah that actually wants to win. I know in movies, the jerk always gets his comeuppance. But this is not a movie. Sometimes you have to be a jerk, if you want to win."

Static

"Woah," said Chris, who had been watching on a monitor. "Talk about having a dark side. Noah might be someone to look out for this season. I'm excited, and you should be too. Jo is part of a new alliance, but will Alejandro accept her? Will Samey ever figure out why no one likes her? And will Sanders' anxiety over being separated from her partner be the end of her? All these questions, and more, will be answered on the next episode (or maybe later) of...Total...Drama...Legends!"

Cody walked around the first class cabin, looking for something. "Has anyone seen my sock?" he called out. Little did he know, his missing sock was under one of the chairs. A hand reached out for it, and grabbed it, pulling it into the darkness.

I'm not a big fan of Lightning. I know a lot of people like him, but I find his character too one-note and not really a worthy finalist. Heck, maybe not even merger. What do you guys think is going on with Noah? And how, if at all, will Samey get her teammates to like her? In any case, keep reading and have a good one.

Teams:

Vengeful Bobcats: Amy, Samey, Duncan, Zoey, Alejandro, Heather, Jo, Scott, Dawn and Leshawna

Shark Cowboys: Courtney, Gwen, Cody, Sanders, Macarthur, Tyler, Jasmine, Mike, Noah and Owen

Eliminated

22nd: Sierra

21st: Lightning

Votes:

Lightning: Scott, Jo, Samey, Heather, Duncan, Zoey

Samey: Amy, Leshawna, Alejandro and Lightning

Amy: Dawn