The McPlane is flying through the air. Chris's voice can be heard in the background. "Last time on Total Drama Legends. The competitors learned what it really meant to have a healthy self image. Kinda. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure if they understand it yet. Even more interestingly though, Noah showed a new side that we've never seen from him before, Duncan gave Gwen a wicked faceplant, Amy worked to eliminate her sister and Scott, Alejandro and Lightning formed the first alliance of the season. But it didn't last long because Lightning got thrown out, leaving Jo to take his place."
The camera cuts to Chris sitting in the co-pilot's seat, next to Chef, who is flying the plane. "Many people you need to look out for this season. The teams are even once again, but whose freedom, and possibly life, will be taken away? Find out, right here on...Total...Drama...L...egends!"
The episode opened to show Chris standing in front of a curtain, looking at the camera. "For many of these competitors, it's their second, third or even fifth season. With all these different generations in one place, we're about to find out exactly how they're making out. Hopefully not with each other." He chuckled, then opened the curtain
One the other side, there was the first class, where all the Shark Cowboys were relaxing and enjoying the luxury. Mike was relaxing in the hottub, Gwen and Courtney were sitting together, eating a meal and Cody was looking underneath a chair. Chris walked up to him.
"Hey, Cody," he said. Cody turned to the host. "What's going on?"
Cody sighed. "Hey, Chris. I've been better. A lot of my stuff has gone missing for some reason."
"Oh," Chris tried to hold back a snicker. "I wonder where they ended up…"
Cody looked at him, with a raised eyebrow. "Do you...know where they might be?"
Chris turned to walk away, shrugging. "Not a clue, man." Cody watched in confusion and disappointment, as Chris walked away from him.
Courtney and Gwen sat at one of the tables, with a platter of food in front of them. There were mini sausages, smoked salmon, slices of ham, grapes, little cheese squares and many other things. Gwen stuck a fork in one of the pieces of cheese and took a bite. Immediately, her eyes widened and she smiled at the deliciousness of the food. "You have got to try this" she said, grabbing another fork, sticking it in her food and holding it up to Courtney's mouth.
Courtney eyed it, debating if she should actually take a bite. She gave in and bit down onto her food. She gave the same delighted look as Gwen. "Mmmm, you're right. It tastes almost as good as Chef's cooking."
Gwen blinked. Courtney kept face at first, but soon broke into laughter, which Gwen soon joined in. The Goth chuckled a little more, but stopped suddenly when she noticed something. Courtney did as well, once she too spotted the unwelcome presence of a certain host.
"Hello Ladies," Chris smiled. Neither Gwen nor Courtney looked happy to see him. "How are our two veteran competitors making themselves comfortable?" His response was two dull glares. Chris remained unphased and turned to Gwen. "Hey, Gwen, how's your face?"
The Goth rolled her eyes and before she could respond, Courtney pointed at the host. "Well, Chris, since she doesn't look like a saggy forty year old with bags under his eyes, I'd say she looks just fine."
Chris twitched in anger, while Gwen laughed. "I'm not...forty." he mumbled, gritting his teeth. Not wanting to be insulted again, he turned and left. Gwen and Courtney laughed, but Courtney soon changed the tone.
"But seriously, how is your face?" she asked, worriedly.
Gwen smiled "It's fine. Honestly, it doesn't hurt that much anymore."
Courtney sighed in relief, but quickly frowned and looked away. "I don't know what that idiot was thinking of. I can't believe he tried to hurt you."
Gwen gave an uncertain look. "No, I don't think he meant to hurt me. DuI think he just wanted to…to…" She sighed. Courtney was still upset, but showed sympathy.
Confessional (Gwen): "For everyone out there saying I need to get back together with Duncan, I'm over him. I understand there was probably a better way to handle our break up, but it was my decision, so get over it."
Static.
Duncan and Zoey sat next to each other, in the loser class. "...I'm sorry for hurting your face." Duncan said, sounding more like he was practicing lines for a play.
Zoey pinched her nose. "Ok that was better...but maybe try not to sound like your mother told you to apologize."
Duncan thought for a moment. "I'm sorry for hurting your face…"
Zoey looked at the Ex-Con, confused. "Why are you putting an emphasis on every other word?"
"I'm not good with apologies." He said meekly.
Zoey stood up, rubbing her temple. "We've been at this for two hours." She sighed "I think I...I think we need a break." She walked away.
Duncan stood up too and extended his hand towards her. "Wait, but-" He stopped, figuring Zoey was right.
Confessional (Zoey): "I'm glad to be helping Duncan and all, but...I don't know, he might be a little helpless, the more I think about it." She frowned and rubbed her arm. "I'm also really missing Mike."
Confessional (Duncan): "Ok, let me try this again" He cleared his throat and started moving his hands around, in weird motions. "I...am...sorry...about...your...face…" He thought about it and grinned. "Got it."
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Alejandro was staring at Jo and Scott. The Country Boy had just explained the idea of letting Jo into their alliance. The Latino hadn't said anything the entire time, only giving an occasional nod as a response.
"So…" said Scott, nervously. "What do you think?"
Alejandro didn't answer immediately. He cupped his chin and squinted at Jo. The Jockette looked dully back at him, with her arms crossed. Scott nervously looked between the two.
Confessional (Scott): "If Al doesn't want Jo in the alliance, that could be bad for me. I'll lose his trust and I won't have anyone to blame if something goes wrong." He groaned. "It would be easier for me to just start sabotaging my team again, but like I said, I'm not that dumb."
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After a few more seconds, Alejandro extended his hand. "I assume that our old teammate's elimination, and your timely arrival was not a coincidence…" He paused, letting Scott and Jo look at each other. "...and I think it was a necessary gamble, if we wanted this alliance to work." Jo smiled and extended her hand in return. The two shook on it. Suddenly, Alejandro shot a glare at Scott, and his brow furrowed. "However, I do not appreciate having my own alliance members go behind my back to get something done. If this happens again, I will turn everyone against you. And don't think I don't know how." He released his grip and walked away, leaving Scott and Jo to think about what was said.
The Country Boy eventually broke the silence. "Welcome to the family…" He joked. Jo grinned at her new position. However neither of the alliance members noticed Amy, again, watching the two of them from a distance.
Chris was still walking through first class, heading to the exit. He walked past Jasmine, who was sitting at a table. The Australian saw him and sat up.
"Hey, Chris," she said. The Host stopped and turned. Jasmine went up to him. "I was wondering something."
"Aren't we all?" Chris quipped.
Jasmine ignored it and continued. "You brought most of the original cast members of Total Drama back for this season, and you brought…" she started counting to herself with her fingers. "...six competitors from Revenge of the Island...but you only brought three of us back. We had almost the same number of competitors as the second generation, but you only brought in less than a quarter of us. Why is that?"
"Well Jasmine," Chris started, "To be honest...I didn't really like most of you guys during your season." Jasmine was confused by this, but Chris went on listing everyone he hated. "I mean you've got the guy who did nothing but make sound effects, the guy who wouldn't shut up about 'being evil,' the girl that actually was evil and almost killed me…"
"And the rest of us," Jasmine mumbled.
"...the wizard obsessed girl, Ella, the guy that tried to take my job and the guy obsessed with zombies."
The Aussie frowned. "Don't talk about my boyfriend like that."
Chris was not intimidated, "Whatever...you asked." He walked away. Jasmine was about to yell back, but was interrupted.
"You have a boyfriend?"
Jasmine turned around to where the voice came from, but didn't see anything.
"Down here, Melbourne."
Jasmine looked and when she saw who was speaking to her, she glared.
Noah smirked at her. "It's like a game of 'Where's Waldo' for you, isn't it?"
Jasmine ignored the quip and crossed her arms. "Are you surprised that I have a boyfriend? Do you think I'm incapable of talking to guys?"
"I was going to say no, but then Chris said that he had a fascination with zombies."
Jasmine stepped towards The Brainiac. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. I just figured that guy dumb enough to believe in something like zombies,would take an interest in-"
She didn't even let him finish. Jasmine grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground, so she was face to face with him. "...And what about you? I'd be surprised that some pencil neck geek could ever land a girlfriend."
Noah continued smirking. "Then this will blow your mind. Unlike your spouse, my girlfriend will actually make something of her life. She'll become a lawyer, and your zombie boyfriend will end up working as a cashier at a 7-11, once he finally realizes his life has been one big waste." Jasmine was furious. She gripped tighter around the collar. Noah started to become nervous. "Hey, this is my best shirt." he pleaded. Jasmine pulled him closer and was about to do something when…
"Um, excuse me?"
Jasmine turned to Owen, who was standing next to them.
"Can you please not hurt my little buddy?" he said nervously. "I kinda like him the way he is."
Jasmine looked at Owen, then back to Noah, who was growing more and more terrified. Finally she sighed, dropped him on the floor and walked away. Noah watched as she stomped out.
Owen went over to his buddy. "Noah, are you alright?" He helped lift him to his feet.
The Brainiac brushed himself off and grinned. "I'm fine," he said, still looking at Jasmine. "Especially now that I'm in her head." Noah turned and walked past a very confused Owen.
Confessional (Owen): "Wow! My little buddy was not kidding about changing his game plan. I almost don't recognize him."
Confessional (Noah): "Like I said, I'm here to win this time. My plan is simple. Throw the newbie off her game by getting in her head. If we win, we win. But if we lose, I can guarantee she will be the next one going home."
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"25...26...27...28...29…"
Sanders watched as Macarthur and Tyler did pushups, on the floor, counting aloud as they did it.
"Are you sure doing pushups on a moving aircraft is a safe idea?" she asked.
"Safety isn't a concern when you're staying in shape." Macarthur responded, not bothering to stop her exercise. "Not when you have to be ready for anything that comes your way." She looked up. "Ain't that right, champ?"
Tyler looked up and grinned at his teammate. "That's right. If you want to be a great athlete like me, you gotta train your body to be an indestructible machine."
Sanders raised an eyebrow. "So all the episodes where you got hurt, you were actually just 'training your body' and you weren't just a massive clutz?"
Macarthur stopped her pushups and looked at her partner. "Now you're getting it. Those times where Tyler got bit by piranhas, fell onto a buoy, fell down the pyramid, caused an avalanche…" While Macarthur meant well, she didn't notice Tyler's embarrassed expression from having to recall all his past fails. The Cadet continued. "...zapped by an eel, face planted on the water and fell out of a tree multiple times in a row, were all physical tests for his body to get stronger."
Sanders and Tyler looked at each other, both knowing that Macarthur was completely delusional. "Right…" the two said, trying to keep the illusion.
"I'll see you guys later." Sanders stood up and walked away
Macarthur and Tyler watched her leave, then looked back at each other.
"What number were we at?" The Cadet asked
Tyler thought for a moment. "I don't remember. You wanna just start over?"
Macarthur's eyes lit up with admiration. She nodded and they continued their pushups.
"1...2...3...4…"
Confessional (Sanders): "I'm glad Macarthur's making friends and all, but I hope she realizes that overhyping this guy will only lead to her being disappointed. I mean, I don't have any issues with Tyler, I just...he's the reason we lost the first challenge. The only reason he's still here is because Cody wanted Sierra gone."
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Jo had just finished a quick nap on the bench. It wasn't very comfortable, but it was her only option. She stretched her arms and started to get up. But no sooner had her butt left the bench, she was shoved back down. That someone was Heather. She rudely walked past.
"Watch where you're going, loser." She said, not even bothering to look at Jo.
Annoyed, Jo got up again and blocked Heather. "What's your problem?" She asked
"You," Heather tried to walk past Jo again, but the Jockette kept blocking her. Finally Heather stopped trying and glared at her. "You're my problem."
"I thought we had an alliance. Back in L.A. when we-"
Heather cut her off, and put her hand up. "There is no alliance between us. The only reason I went along with you was because I would rather keep you than that loud mouthed sha-loser. He was just another annoyance on my team."
Jo scoffed "Your team? I'd like to hear you say that again when Chris announces the elimination of your sorry ass."
Heather laughed. "If you think your alliance will ever be able to take me out, you're clearly in over your head. Unlike you, I've won a season. I know every trick in the book, so do yourself a favor and stay out of my way. You might just make the final ten."
Before Jo could retort, Heather pushed her aside and walked away. Jo glared as the Diva flounced past her. She didn't see Amy walking up behind Jo. Before she could take another step, the intercom went off.
"All competitors" Chris' voice sounded "Please strap in, we are about to land at our next destination. Get ready because in this next challenge, you better be brave and have a strong heart because this challenge may take your lives…" Chris laughed as the intercom went off. Jo took her seat. Amy decided to do the same, and talk to Jo later.
The McPlane landed around a large green area, with lots of trees and tall mountains in the distance.
With a quick flash of white, the competitors were all outside. Chris stood in front of them, as usual, but most of the competitors either laughed or stared at his bizarre new outfit. Instead of Chris' usual getup, he was wearing a brown tunic, a plaid kilt, long leather shoes and, to top all of it off, he had blue face paint covering half of his face.
"Alright, wee lads and lassies" he said, in an overly dramatic scottish accent. "In case you couldn't tell, we are in Scotland, the country known for its unique music, its hatred of Ireland and a little creature known as Nessie."
He paused, allowing the competitors to look around.
"But," Chris pointed out, "Before we get to any of that..."
Ding-Ding
The competitors groaned, except for Courtney.
"I thought you forgot about that." cried Duncan.
"Nope," Chris laughed. "The interns are still setting up the challenge, so we'll pass the time with a little song." He tapped his chin and looked at the competitors. "We haven't had male and female duo yet. So...Samey and...Owen, you'll start us off."
Samey nervously stepped forward, while Amy snickered to herself. Owen stepped forward too, most of his teammates giving pats on the back and a few thumbs ups.
"Alright let's begin" said Chris.
To the tune of "Behind these Hazel Eyes" by Kelly Clarkson
Samey:
Here I stand, yet again
Only now I am singing…
Owen:
Figurin' out
What to do
It's really kinda stressful
Samey:
Hopin' I
Can keep my cool
Owen:
But it's not as hard as not eatin' fooooooood
Samey:
(No more eating food)
Owen:
I'd really like some fish and chiiiiiiiiipppppps
Samey:
Or maybe some shortbreaaaaaaad
Owen:
You really get a guy like me…
Samey and Owen
Yeah it's tiime
That we tryyyyyyy
Some good fooooooood
End.
Both Samey and Owen posed as they finished their brief, but entertaining, song. Samey actually found herself smiling, as did Owen. They gave each other a nod and walked back to their respective teams. Surprisingly, most of Samey's teammates seemed impressed. Most of them nodded and gave her a slight thumbs up. Amy noticed this and gritted her teeth.
Confessional (Samey): "That was so much fun! I can't believe I actually got to sing. And I sounded pretty good." She then took a deep breath and calmed herself. "But I probably shouldn't tell my teammates about it." Despite her commitment to staying calm, she couldn't hold back her large smile and she let out a quick laugh out of excitement.
Static.
"Alright" said Chris, shrugging. "I guess I never said how long the songs had to be so…let's get to it. Today's challenge is one I like to call: Capture the Melon."
Tyler nudged Cody in the shoulder. "Sounds like a game up your alley, bro." he snickered. Cody rolled his eyes, but gave a slight smile.
"The game is like capture the flag, but with a few twists." He motioned to the surrounding trees. "This forest will cover the game map. Each team will have one base area. The first one is right here." The competitors looked down and noticed a medium size red circle on the ground. Chris then pointed in the other direction. "The second base is on the other side of the forest. In it, you will find a plethora of scattered watermelons. The goal of this game is to find these melons and bring them to your base. The team with the most amount of intact melons on their side wins the challenge. The losing team will, of course, have to send someone home. You are allowed to steal the melons from the other team too. Any questions?"
Courtney raised her hand. Chris sighed. "Courtney, this isn't a classroom, just say whatever you want."
The CIT put her hand to her hips. "Well Chris, unlike you, I actually have a sense of order and regulation. So if you don't mind, respect the rules and don't let this entire thing turn into a circus."
Most of the competitors rolled their eyes, or confusingly stared at her. Except for Gwen, who smiled and put an arm over Courtney's shoulders. Chris pinched his nose. "Alright, what is it, Courtney?"
Courntey smugly smiled "Thank you" she cleared her throat. "What if someone were to get lost while in those woods? Do you have the necessary protections to make sure nothing goes wrong? Or if someone cheats?"
Chris groaned in annoyance and slapped his hand across his face. "Yes. The interns will be on standby and we have a drone in the sky to make sure no one gets lost and to make sure no one cheats." He then turned to the Shark Cowboys. "Alright Cowboys, since you won the last challenge, you will get to pick which base you want. You've got sixty seconds."
Quickly the Shark Cowboys huddled up.
Courtney started "Alright guys, for this challenge we should-"
She was suddenly cut off by Macarthur "I say we take the one on the other side. It will give us the advantage of seeing where the other melons are and-"
"Uh, excuse me?"
Macarthur blinked and stared, like a deer in the headlights, at the now flabbergasted CIT. She blinked again. "Oh sorry, you go."
Courtney nodded and started again. "Anyways, I say we take...the...other side...because...because..." Her sentence trailed off. She finally let out a groan of annoyance and pinched her forehead "...what the cadet said." She sighed.
Noah spoke up. "I suggest we have the Aussie be the guard of our melons."
Said Aussie looked at Noah, annoyed. "I have a name, ya know? Besides who said you were in charge of this?"
Before Noah could say anything, Mike was actually the one to speak up. "Actually I think that's a good idea. You're the tallest out anyone, and can probably see if any Bobcats are coming."
Most of the players nodded, except Jasmine who was left mouth agape. She didn't see Noah smirking at her.
Confessional (Noah): He points directly at his head, smirking. "In. Her. Head."
Confessional (Courtney): "That cadet better know her place. She's a rookie. I am a veteran. I was always told to respect your elders. And I hope she was taught that as well." She quickly froze up, realizing what she said. "Not that I'm an elder In terms of wisdom I am, but in terms of age I'm…" She didn't bother finishing the sentence and just sighed in defeat.
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The Bobcats were using this time to also plan out their strategy "Alright" said Leshawna "Who wants to stay behind and guard the rest of what we bring back?"
The competitors looked at each other. No one seemed like they wanted to be the defender for their team. Samey's eyes nervously glanced from teammate to teammate. Amy noticed this and spoke up. "I think Samey has an idea." she said suddenly.
Everyone's eyes fell on the good twin, who nearly went pale from all the attention suddenly dropped on her. "Uh, well…" she laughed nervously. "I uh, I figured, you know we could...we…"
"Spit it out, stutter mouth!" Shouted Jo.
"Ok...I was...just thinking...instead of deciding now...we could...go...and get the melons now. Then, later, we can decide who should be the guard. Y'know? When we have something to...guard?"
Most of her teammates stared blankly, but didn't say anything. Finally after a few more seconds, Heather spoke up. "That's actually not a terrible idea."
Most of the other competitors nodded, leaving Samey to sigh in relief. Amy gritted her teeth.
Confessional (Amy): "Spare-Amy got lucky this time, but I will make sure that changes. I just have to do one thing to make sure that she's eliminated."
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"Alright," called Chris to both teams "Once the Cowboys are at their base, the game will begin."
The Cowboys headed into the woods. Duncan watched as Gwen walked into the trees, disappearing from his sight. Zoey walked up to him.
"Duncan I know you want to say sorry, but we kinda need you to focus on the challenge." she said, sympathetically.
"I know, I know." Duncan grumbledHe turned and walked to the rest of his team.
The Shark Cowboys looked around at their forest surroundings. Watermelons were cleverly placed in different areas. They were behind trees, hanging on branches and stuffed in holes of the trunks. Some were directly above them, disguised amongst the green leaves.
Owen was tempted to reach for one, but his little buddy slapped his hand before he could. "Easy, big guy. Remember, if we touch anything before we get to our base, we'll be disqualified." He said. Owen put his hands down and nodded.
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "You know, you don't have to listen to him, right?" she said to Owen.
Noah turned his head suddenly. "Are you trying to get us to lose?"
Jasmine was taken aback. "What? No! I just-"
Noah turned fully around, stopping both himself, Jasmine and Owen in their tracks. "Because I know my buddy more than anyone and I know how he acts around food."
"He's right." Owen added.
Noah continued "So, either get your head out of the clouds or try committing to being a good team player." He turned back around and walked away. Jasmine, whose mouth was hanging open, turned to Owen. He gave a shrug and followed Noah, leaving behind the shocked Jasmine.
Confessional (Jasmine): Both of her hands are over her face. "How...is that little pipsqueak...getting to me?!" She said this through gritted teeth.
Static.
"You know," said Macarthur to her partner. "If Brody was here, he would totally devour any of these melons, in under a minute. It's a really cool thing he does. I once saw him do it at a carnival and he won a giant teddy bear."
Sanders looked at her, puzzled. "I-I know. I was there. I went with you guys, to that carnival."
"Oh," said Macarthur, surprised. "Oh, yeah that's right. I only really remembered being with Brody for some reason."
"Probably because he's your boyfriend…?"
"Don't use that word."
Sanders blinked. "What word?"
"Boyfriend."
Sanders blinked, and tried to comprehend what Macarthur was getting at. "But he is your boyfriend."
"I know. Technically he is, but the word sounds too girly. I call him my bro-friend. Sounds significantly better. Once we get home, I'm trademarking it."
Sanders just sighed. "That doesn't make you sound like a couple though." She mumbled. Macarthur didn't hear her.
Confessional (Sanders): "I...am not a big fan of being a third wheel. I know Macarthur wants me to feel included when she's Brody, but whenever I go, I feel like an insignificant onlooker. We went to a lake once and I skipped a rock on the water six times and no one noticed."
Static.
Meanwhile, the Vengeful Bobcats were waiting for the official start to the challenge. Scott, Alejandro and Jo were discussing something to each other, away from the rest of the team. Amy noticed this and tried to walk up to them, but was interrupted. Chris' voice blared over the speaker.
"Alright, competitors. The wonderfully named Shark Cowboys have reached their base. Get ready because the challenge starts in ten seconds. 10...9...8…"
As Chris continued his countdown, Amy realized she wasn't going to be able to do what she wanted at that moment. She sighed and waited for the countdown to end.
"...3...2...1...Begin!"
Almost all at once, the Bobcats ran into the woods, quickly disappearing among the trees. The only one who didn't run (or move at all) was Dawn. She smiled, and after a few seconds, calmly walked into the woods.
Most of the Shark Cowboys had also run into the woods. Jasmine stood in front of the base, arms crossed, clearly annoyed at being left behind.
The competitors were quick to find the first couple of watermelons. There was already a ton and most of them had no problem finding at least one. After a few minutes, both players had twenty melons in their respective bases. Alejandro had just arrived back with one of his own. Shortly after dropping off the fruit, Heather arrived with another melon in tow. She looked at the Latino.
"We're starting to get a lot, aren't we?" She said, putting down the melon next to Alejandro's.
He looked at their pile and nodded. Heather continued. "Someone should probably stay here and guard…" she subtly started backing up.
"Well," said Alejandro "We're gonna to need someone who is both strong enough to fend off any poachers, while also having the patience to stand in one place for a considerable amount of t-"
Alejandro turned and realized that Heather had already left. Alejandro sighed and took his place in front of the melons.
Confessional (Alejandro): "Normally I would never tolerate this kind of treatment, but with Heather it's...different."
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Duncan ran through the forest, looking for more melons. He already had one tucked under his arm. He finally found another behind a tree and picked it up. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a twig snapping. Duncan's eyes glanced from left to right. His eyes caught movement within the trees. Figuring it was someone from the other team, he ducked behind a nearby tree. The footsteps stopped once they reached the tree.
"I can't find any here, what about you?"
Duncan immediately recognized the high pitched tone of the voice. It was Courtney. And if Courtney was around then that must mean…
"Nothing here. Come on, let's keep moving."
It was Gwen.
The footsteps trailed away from him. The Ex-Con stuck his head out and saw that the two had left. He started to move back towards his base, but froze suddenly. He squeezed his eyes, seemingly trying to talk himself out of doing something. He sighed, turned out and ran in the other direction. The same direction he heard Gwen and Courtney going.
Jasmine was still doing guard duty for her team. Needless to say, she was bored out of her mind. She scanned the trees, but saw no other players from the other teams. Occasionally, one of her own teammates would come back with a watermelon or two in hand, but would barely talk to or acknowledge her. She sighed in annoyance. Suddenly she heard a rustling sound. The sound got louder. It sounded like it was approaching her direction. Jasmine readied herself. But she didn't have to, as out of the forest popped Macarthur and Sanders, each with two watermelons under their arms. They dropped them in the ever growing pile and high fived each other.
Macarthur wiped the sweat of her brow. "Phew, another mission successful, partner."
"Yeah" said Sanders, sitting down. "I almost didn't think we'd find any more."
"Well, if we can't find any, we get more from the other team." said Macarthur, punching her palm with her fist. She extended her hand to Sanders.
"Give me a sec, I need to catch my breath." She answered.
Jasmine heard this and moved towards the two. "Um, excuse me?" she said. Macarthur and Sanders turned to the tall Aussie. "If she needs a break, maybe I can come with you?" She said to Macarthur.
Sanders was about to answer, but Macarthur spoke first. "Sorry, we kinda got an alliance thing going between the two of us…"
Sanders blinked, confused "...We do?"
Macarthur continued. "I watched season one. Heather, Beth and Lindsay's alliance only lasted about 7 episodes between the three of them. Three is too much because, it's like, who cares about the final three if that means one of you has to go home before the final? I mean you might be there, as a spectator, but that's it. Also, it would be a lot harder to keep all three of us together. One of us would definitely be eliminated before the merge. So...gonna have to pass on that. Plus, you've also got that thing going on with Noah, and I don't want to get in the way of that."
Jasmine stared at her teammate. For the second time today, her mouth was left hanging open.
Sanders stood up. "You could've just told her 'no thanks' " she said to Macarthur.
The Burly Cadet shrugged and the two headed back into the forest. Jasmine stared, still processing what just happened.
Amy made her way through the trees. She wasn't carrying any melons. Heck, she wasn't even trying to find any. She looked behind several trees and bushes. After a bit of searching, she found what she was looking for. Or rather, who.
Scott had been looking at the trees, in case one of them was carrying a melon. The Sneaky Twin looked around and found a melon next to her. She picked it up and walked towards him.
"Hey," she called out. Scott turned. "I figured you might need this." She held the melon out to him.
Scott stared at her, confused. "I can probably find another." he said awkwardly. "You don't need to give it to me."
Amy smiled knowingly. "Yeah, but I figured that by doing this, you'd owe me."
Now Scott was curious. "Ok...why would I owe?"
Amy looked away, acting playfully innocent. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because...I know about your alliance."
Scott's mouth started to open in shock, but it closed. After a few seconds, he pinched his nose, clearly frustrated. Now it was Amy's turn to be confused. "You want a spot in the alliance?" Scott mumbled.
Amy looked around, unsure if Scott was being genuine or not. But she looked back at the country boy. "Uh, yeah?"
The Country Boy let out a loud groan and he held his head in frustration. After a bit, he took the melon from Amy, turned and walked away. "Fine. Whatever. you're in."
Amy stood in place, stunned.
Confessional (Amy): She still looked puzzled. "I did not think it would be that easy."
Confessional (Scott): "I don't know." He said, running his hand through his orange hair. "I was still annoyed at what happened with Jo, so I wasn't thinking straight." He shrugged. "Not a big deal though, more members means more people to pin the blame on."
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Duncan stood behind a tree, thinking to himself. He had two watermelons in hand. Behind the tree were both of his ex-girlfriends. He contemplated his situation carefully. He tried psyching himself up first. Finally after a few more seconds of jumping in place, he popped his head from the tree and…
He came face to face, with a questioning, but annoyed stare of Courtney. After some uncomfortable staring, Duncan went back behind the tree, incredibly embarrassed.
"Duncan, what are you doing?"
After hearing Gwen's voice, Duncan was motivated again to step out from the tree. He smiled nervously. "Hey guys…" He said, awkwardly.
Gwen and Courtney both looked at each other, then back to him. All three just stared at each other until Duncan broke the silence.
"I uh…" he said, looking away for a second. "I want to say...that I…Duncan...am...sorry…" He opened his mouth to say more, but nothing came out.
Courtney turned away from him, arms crossed. "Duncan, it's a little late for that."
Duncan realized what she meant. "Oh, um, no. I meant for what happened...in Los Angeles." He made a circling motion to his face. "The...face...plant...thing. On the plane." He paused. "Also I was...talking to...Gwen."
Courtney shot a glare at Duncan. The Ex-Con was caught off guard and jumped back. He couldn't tell if she was annoyed by the lackluster apology, or upset because he wasn't sorry for anything else.
Gwen noticed the tension and stepped in front of her teammate. She first turned to her. "It's ok." she whispered. She then looked at her ex. "Thank you, Duncan...I...appreciate it." Another few awkward moments of silence went by.
Again, it was Duncan who spoke first. "I, uh also wanted to give this…" He held out one of the watermelons, putting the other down on the ground. "As an...apology gift." He tried to smile, but he was still incredibly nervous.
Gwen looked at the melon, then to Duncan. She gave an uncomfortable look, but smiled through it.
"Thank you, Duncan" she said "But I would like to win this game without any help...especially from someone who isn't on my team."
Duncan chuckled. "Oh, this was just meant to be a one time thing. I remember what happened back in season two with you and Tren-" The Ex-con stopped himself, realizing that he probably shouldn't bring up Gwen's past relationship. Courtney pinched her nose, while Gwen looked down. She took the watermelon out of Duncan's hands.
"Try not to make this a regular thing." She said plainly, still not meeting Duncan's gaze.
The Ex-Con sighed, as Gwen and Courtney turned and walked back into the woods. Duncan couldn't read Gwen's expression, which didn't help his situation.
Confessional (Duncan): "Ok, you know what? That could've gone worse. Maybe she appreciates that I was, at least, trying to be nice. I mean it was awkward, but I didn't make any...colossal screw ups. "
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Meanwhile, Chris and Chef were still at the starting place of the challenge. Chris had a plunger box in hand, and a big grin on his face. "You think I should've told them that I rigged some of the melons?"
Chef shook his head. "Nah, they've been around long enough. It's there fault for now figuring it out."
Chris smiled again. "That's why you're my man, Chef." He pushed the plunger down. In the distance, several explosions could be heard, and many geysers of a pinkish substance shot into the air. Jasmine and Alejandro were caught off guard, as a number of their melons, suddenly exploded, covering them in the pinkish liquid. Cody was heading back to the base, with a melon in hand, when it suddenly exploded. The surprise of it caused him to trip and fall to the ground.
Duncan had just heard, and seen, one of the exploding melons go off. It didn't take long to realize that the explosion had happened in the same direction that Gwen and Courtney had run off. He stood in place for a few seconds, contemplating his next decision. He thought about checking on the two, but decided he'd done enough, turned around and walked off.
Alejandro had just wiped some watermelon juice off his shirt, grumbling and cursing in his native tongue. He was distracted and didn't see the two cadets behind the trees directly in front of him. Sanders and Macarthur looked at each other, assessing the situation.
"Ok, what's the plan?" whispered Sanders
Macarthur thought for a moment. "Ok, we're dealing with season three's biggest threat. We need a good and effective plan." She slammed her fist on her open palm. "I say we do something like Operation: Tramp-alanche."
Sanders blinked. "What is that?"
Her partner sighed "I figured you would have trouble understanding." she whispered to herself. She turned her attention back to Sanders "If you and I are going to make this alliance work, we need to have a mind alike."
"We're not in an alliance…" Sanders said, slapping her forehead.
"Just look at the melons, think about the word play and get back to me."
Sanders peered her head slightly out, looking at Alejandro and the pile of watermelons behind him. She made sure The Latino didn't see her. After a few moments of careful observation, she looked back at Macarthur and grinned. "I like it." she said.
Macarthur cracked her knuckles. "Alright. Let's do it."
Alejandro was still getting the watermelon juice out of his hair, when he suddenly heard a rustle from the bushes. He looked up, but didn't see anything. His eyes peered from left to right. But when his eyes scanned back the other way, he saw that Macarthur had suddenly appeard
Alejandro grinned. "Couldn't get enough of me, senorita?"
Macarthur scoffed. "Alright taken, hombre. But I will gladly take those watermelons off your hands." She took a stance, and charged forward.
Alejandro prepared to defend himself. Suddenly, The Burly Cadet stopped in her tracks and turned around. "TRAMPALANCHE!" She shouted. Alejandro hadn't seen Sander running behind Macarthur. The burly cadet held her hands out in a cupped position. Sanders jumped into them, leading to Macarthur lifting her hands into the air, sending Sanders flying over Alejandro. Alejandro watched in shock as the cadet soared over him. She landed gracefully on the melons. Somehow none of them broke or came loose.
Alejandro watched, mouth agape. But quickly he recovered. "Your plan was clever, chica. But can you handle this!" With that he took off his shirt, and posed with his big macho muscles.
Macarthur watched in horror. "No! Sanders, watch out. His devilish muscles will hypnotize you. Don't let him take over your mind."
But Sanders just grinned. "Don't worry, partner..." She grabbed a melon that was wedged within the others. "...I'm not into Latinos!" With a grunt, she pulled the melon out, sending several other melons rolling down, like an avalanche. They were heading straight towards Alejandro.
All the shirtless Latino could do was watch in horror as the stampede of fruit came tumbling towards him. He let out a scream, as the melon piled onto him. Within moments, he was completely buried. Only his mangled hand and foot were visible. Sanders jumped down and she and Macarthur high fived each other.
But Macarthur raised an eyebrow. "Are you really not into Latinos?"
Sanders was still catching her breath from the excitement of what had happened. "No...I just...thought it was...a cool line."
Macarthur put her hands to her hips and shook her head. "You should leave the one-liners to me, rookie."
Sanders laughed. "Let's just get the melons."
With that, Macarthur grabbed four melons, while Sanders grabbed three and the two headed back into the woods, leaving behind the mess of melons and the still not moving Alejandro.
Zoey carefully moved around the trees, trying not to be spotted. She heard the scream that came from her base and was heading over there now. As she continued, she flinched at the sound of a bush rustling. Quickly thinking, she jumped behind a tree and waited for something to happen. She waited a few more seconds, before hearing footsteps. They went past the tree and away. Curious, the Indie Chick stuck her head out to see who it was. When she did, she nearly gasped.
"Mike…" she whispered to herself. Sure enough, it was Mike. He had a watermelon in hand and was heading back towards his base. He didn't see Zoey at all.
Zoey watched Mike go further and further into the woods. A lot was running through her mind.
Confessional (Zoey): "I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I wasn't thinking about my team or the challenge. I just wanted to see Mike again."
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With reluctance, she took a step towards where she saw her boyfriend head off to.
"I wouldn't do that."
Zoey jumped at the voice and looked to her right. She saw Duncan standing next to him. The Indie Chick studied his face. Judging by his prominent frown and that he looked embarrassed, she figured he was speaking from experience. She realized what he meant. "Did you…" she started
"Yes," Duncan said abruptly.
Zoey paused. "Even when I…"
"Yes," Duncan said again, sounding more annoyed this time. Again Zoey froze, as Duncan spoke again. "Don't...make the same mistake I did."
Zoey thought about it for a moment. She gave a small smile. "You're right, let's go."
Duncan nodded and the two turned and headed back to their base. But little did any of them know, Mike hadn't gone back to the base. He had been watching them. He went wide eyed when he saw both of them head off together.
Confessional (Mike): He is sitting on the toilet seat, hugging his knees tightly "Zoey...loves...me. I...love...Zoey. Duncan...loves...Duncan...loves..." He raised his voice. "Duncan...loves...loves…"
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Jasmine had just finished squeezing watermelon juice out of her hat. Thankfully, despite the explosion, the pile had stayed mostly intact. She sighed.
Confessional (Jasmine): "Thanks to that little worm, the only thing I got from guarding those melons was a sticky hat and a watermelon seed stuck up my nose." As if for emphasis, she covered one of her nostrils and blew hard. A black seed shot out of it, as Jasmine sighed contently.
Tyler showed up, a few moments later. He had a melon in hand and was looking confident. He placed the melon in the pile and stepped back. The Wannabe Jock wiped his sweatband and took a few breaths. He looked at Jasmine and smiled. "I think we might have a chance at winning this." he said.
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I bet," she said, dully.
Tyler raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment. "Do you want to switch places?" he said.
Jasmine's eyes sprang open and she looked at Tyler. "W-what?"
"I just figured that the challenge will be over soon, and you might wanna...you know...get in some action. I mean it must be boring just to sit here through the whole game and-"
Jasmine smiled and ran past Tyler before he could finish. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks. I appreciate it."
Tyler watched as Jasmine disappeared into the trees. Little did he know, a pair of eyes opened behind him, among the watermelons.
Leshawna was walking back to her base, with two watermelons tucked under her arms. Suddenly, Amy ran up to her. "Hey Leshawna." she said, happily.
Leshawna looked "Hey, Amy. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing. Do you need help with those?" Amy tried to sound as over enthusiastic as she could.
"No thanks. I got these."
Amy turned. "Oh, okay. I think I see one over there." With that, Amy sprinted away from Leshawna, who seemed confused about the quickness of Amy's arrival and departure, but just shrugged and carried on.
As soon as Amy was sure she was out of Leshawna's view, she stopped and went behind a tree. She looked up at the branches.
Confessional (Amy): "The thing about being a cheerleader is...you need to be really athletic, really nimble and willing to make anyone, and everyone, look bad."
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Amy climbed up one of the trees and jumped from branch to branch. She found a melon and carried it with her. She popped her head out amongst the leaves, just behind Leshawna. To her delight, she saw her sister heading in her direction, towards the base. She didn't have any melons on her. Amy immediately came up with a plan. Making sure neither of them saw her, she took her melon and chucked it at Leshawna's back. It didn't break, upon connection. The Sistah crashed onto the ground, dropping both melons. She groaned from the sudden hit. She stood up and slightly turned around. Samey came into view and Leshawna eyes widened with fury.
Samey saw her and looked concerned. "Leshawna, are you-"
Before she could say anything else, Leshawna turned, picked up a watermelon and stomped towards the Twin. "Oh. Nuh-uh. No, way. If you have a problem with me, say it to my face, but you do not get to hit me from behind like that!"
Samey stepped back nervously. She stopped once her back hit a tree. Leshawna walked right up to her, raised the watermelon and smashed it over Samey's head. The melon broke this time, covering half of Samey's face in watermelon chunks.
"...And don't you dare think about messing with me ever again, white girl!" Leshawna shouted.
Samey didn't say anything. She was still in shock at what just happened.
At that moment, Amy ran up to Leshawna, with a new watermelon in hand. "Hey Leshawna I-" She looked at the scene in front of her, and stared in exaggerated surprise. "What happened here?"
"Something that won't happen again." Leshawna declared, glaring at the other twin. She turned back to Amy. "You got another melon?"
"I actually brought it for you. I couldn't help it." Amy giggled, with as much excitement as she could. She held out the piece of fruit to her teammate.
Leshawna smiled, took the melon, picked up her own intact melon and the two walked back towards their base. But Leshawna and Samey didn't see Amy, look back at her sister, smirking like the devil as she walked into the forest.
Cody had gotten the watermelon juice out of his shirt, and had just returned to the base, with a fresh melon. He placed it with the rest. He looked up and dusted his hands. But he stopped when he noticed Tyler standing in the front. The Geek looked confused and walked up to the Jock.
"Tyler, what are you doing here? I thought Jasmine was the guard for our team." he asked.
"Oh, I said I could take over for her." Tyler said
"Oh...you sure you're up for it?"
Tyler smiled. "Yeah, dude, I got this. Don't worry about me."
The two continued their conversation, but neither noticed a figure behind them. Watching them. It looked at Cody. Then Tyler. The two bumped fists and Cody headed back into the woods.
"Miiiinnnneee…." The thing hissed, in a shrill voice. It stood up, raised its arms and jumped onto Tyler.
Jasmine was ecstatic to finally be a part of the challenge. She ran through the forest, but couldn't find any melons. But she didn't care. She was just happy to be running around, giving her legs some much needed exercise. The only thing that could possibly ruin her mood was…
"Careful your head doesn't hit any branches."
Jasmine's face frowned as she recognized the voice of that snide remark. "What do you wa-" She froze, not seeing the Brainiac. She saw Owen, who simply smiled at the Aussie. Jasmine looked around. "Wait where did he-"
"Weren't you supposed to be watching our melons?" Came Noah's voice again. He popped his head out from behind Owen. He was riding off of The Big Guy's back.
Jasmine smirked as they walked past. "Hope that ego isn't too big for you to carry." She said
"Oh, it's no problem. Thanks." Said Owen, innocently.
"You didn't answer my question." Noah said again. "Why aren't you-"
"I heard you the first time." Jasmine snapped. Noah smirked, playfully. "Tyler took my spot. He figured the challenge would be over soon so he-"
"So he knew you couldn't handle the responsibility of such a task, so he gave you the easier job." Noah finished.
Jasmine stepped back. "What? No, that's not even-"
"I get it. It must be hard for a newbie to be stuck being goalie, while the actual legends get to do the fun stuff. It's kinda like being picked last for dodgeball." Jasmine just glared as the Brainiac ran his mouth. "I'm sure your boyfriend knows something about that." He mockingly put his hand to his mouth. "Oh, that's right. He was probably preparing for some non-existent zombie invasion, instead of, y'know, having an actual life." He chuckled, unaware of what Jasmine was doing. But Owen noticed.
"Uh, Noah?" He said, nervously.
Noah continued laughing, but once his eyes landed on Jasmine, he stopped. The Aussie had been standing quietly where she was, seething with fury. That last comment about her boyfriend made her snap. Noah and Owen suddenly became aware of the threat before them. They took a few steps back, when suddenly Jasmine's head snapped up, staring daggers at the two. That sent Owen, with Noah still on his back, running away, screaming. Jasmine ran after them.
Tyler felt himself coming to. He opened his eyes, but his vision was blurry. He blinked a few times until he could see properly. And he was surprised at what he saw. Standing directly over him, were his teammates: Gwen, Courtney, Macarthur and Sanders. Gwen and Courtney were still covered in chunks of watermelon from earlier. None of them looked happy, especially Macarthur, who's mouth was hanging open. Tyler grabbed his head in pain. But when he did, he noticed his hand was sticky. He looked around him. He was surrounded by a pool of watermelon juice from several dozen smashed watermelons.
"Wha- What happened?" He asked groggily.
Courtney immediately spoke up. "What do you mean: what happened?! You're the one who was supposed to be guarding the base!"
"But I-" Tyler spoke, but clutched his head in pain, groaning again.
He then heard sniffling. He looked up. Macarthur was on the verge of tears. "Say it isn't so…" She looked absolutely betrayed.
Before Tyler could say anything else, a watermelon nailed Courtney in the back, breaking on impact. The CIT faltered but didn't fall. Everyone turned back to see Noah, on Owen's back, running in fear towards them. A few more watermelons flew out of the woods and smashed when they hit the ground. Jasmine, still in a fit of rage, ran out, blindingly chucking another melon. Her teammates ducked at the oncoming fruit.
"Jasmine!" cried Gwen
Almost instantly, Jasmine snapped back and stopped in her tracks. She realized what she was doing and calmed down.
"Why were you throwing those melons? We could've used those." shouted Courtney.
The Aussie just stuttered. She was still trying to calm herself down. "I- I- I-."
Gwen groaned. "We don't have time for this. We gotta get back in the game before-"
Suddenly a buzzer went off. Chris' voice came over an intercom.
"And with that, the game's over. And the winner of the Capture the Melon challenge is, appropriately named, avenging their previous loss...It's the Vengeful Bobcats, by a landslide."
"A landslide?" said Jo, who was still in the middle of the forest, as were Heather and Scott. The three headed towards the base. When they got there, they looked up in amazement. Duncan, Zoey and Alejandro, the latter of whom had bruises from the scuffle with the Cadets, were already gazing at the spectacle before them. There was the pile of watermelons. The only difference was that it was nearly 20 feet higher than earlier. And on top of the whole pile was the Moonchild herself: Dawn.
She smiled casually at her handiwork. The rest of her teammates showed up and were equally stunned. With the greatest of ease, Dawn jumped down, bouncing off watermelon to watermelon, without breaking the fruit or disturbing the gigantic structure.
She reached the bottom and casually walked past the rest of her teammates, who all had their jaws wide open.
Later, back at the plane, the Shark Cowboys were ready to make their vote. Sanders was trying to comfort the still sobbing Macarthur.
Confessional (Noah): The Brainiac smirked as he stamped his passport. "Do I even need to say who I'm voting for?"
Confessional (Courtney): "Tyler cost us the game, simple as that." She stamped her passport.
Confessional (Tyler): "I'm sorry, Jasmine. I don't want to go home this early." Reluctantly, he stamped the passport.
Confessional (Sanders): She sighed. "I knew this would happen..." and stamped her passport
Confessional (Macarthur): Still crying, she stamped her passport. She stopped for a moment, and sniffed, before immediately going back to bawling into her arm.
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All the competitors sat in the elimination room. Chris, who was back in his original clothes, had already handed out most of the barf bags. The only ones who hadn't received any were Tyler, Noah and Jasmine. Chris paused for a few seconds.
"Hmmmmmm" He tossed his bag. "Noah."
The Brainiac grinned. Then he looked at Jasmine and his grin widened. The Aussie was nervous. As was Tyler.
Chris chuckled. "Wow. Just when you guys were able to win again, you end up right back here in the elimination room. Tyler, you're a klutz and Jasmine you have a short fuse, which is ironic because you're super tall." He laughed at his word play. "The vote was close, but the final barf bag goes to…"
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The Aussie sighed in relief, as she caught her barfbag. Noah glared, furious his plan didn't work. Tyler sighed.
"Wow, Tyler." Chris said. "That's gotta suck. At the very least, you still have Lindsay...if she still remembers you."
Tyler didn't give a response. Instead, he stood up and turned around. "Guys, you gotta believe me, something attacked me, and I think it might be after us."
His teammates looked at each other, unsure of what to think. Tyler turned and grabbed the parachute Chris was holding. He was about to jump out the door, but the plane suddenly bounced, causing the Jock to face-plant. Before he could get up, the plane bounced again, sending Tyler flying out the door, screaming in terror. Chris closed the door, silencing the noise.
"And that's that." He said.
Meanwhile, The Bobcats were enjoying their first class treatment. Everyone, except one. Samey stood, away from everyone else, scraping the melon juice and seeds out of her hair. She looked down, sniffled and tried to hold back her tears.
The camera quickly cut to Chris, who was in his co-pilot's seat. "Wow. That's depressing. Not a good note to end on." He paused, awkwardly. "Uhhhh.." Then he got an idea. "It's ok, we'll just end this on my awesome mug. Which will always be here. And it will be here again on the next episode of...Total...Drama...Legends!"
I felt really bad over eliminating Tyler this early. If it makes you feel any better, he was originally going to be the first elimination.
Teams:
Vengeful Bobcats: Amy, Samey, Duncan, Scott, Alejandro, Dawn, Zoey, Jo and Heather
Shark Cowboys: Cody, Gwen, Courtney, Macarthur, Sanders, Mike, Noah, Owen and Jasmine
Placement:
22nd: Sierra
21st: Lightning
20th: Tyler
Votes
Tyler- Gwen, Courtney, Sanders, Macarthur, Cody
Jasmine- Noah, Owen, Tyler, Mike
Noah- Jasmine