We return to find team Chris has gotten a bit further than before. They are still lagging behind and it seems this is frustrating Rhys. "Corbyn, you need to keep up your rhythm. It's like you start off okay and then get distracted."
"Sorry I find it difficult to follow others. I need something to help me keep in time." Corbyn told him.
"Alright, I guess I'm not being the best coxswain. I'll try to do better." Rhys sighed.
Up ahead Team Misfit is closing in on team Victory. Alejandro smirked. "You are a great leader my friend."
Amber smirked back. "Yes I am, now are you going to lead yours, or flirt with me?" She retorted.
"Can I not do both?" The charmer asked. Amber seemed to be about to snark back but a familiar ding went off as the musical note appeared.
Chris' boat moved up behind them. "Remember if you don't sing you're out!"
(Sea Shanty)
The song begins with Alejandro tapping his foot on the bow of his ship. We move out to see he has somehow acquired an accordion and seems to be aware of how to play it.
Alejandro: We're headed down to Newfoundland that rocky eastern shore!
Stafans is rowing as he sings. "I know how to serve shrimp, mussels, cod, lobsters, and more!
Leilani and Patricia are shown to be attempting to fish they don't seem to have caught anything. "We can't get anything to bite so we better get there fast!"
Amber is shown coaching Jeroboam and Jeremiah. "Pick up the pace both of you, we don't want to be last. Stroke, stroke, stroke stroke!"
With Team Chris the song seems to have gotten Corbyn in better timing. Rhys is now in better spirits as well.
Rhys, Nathan, and Corbyn: It's a sea shanty and it's darn catchy! Ed rolled his eyes.
Kennedy and Stafans are shown rowing. Veronica hasn't caught anything amazing but, she has managed to catch several small fish.
Kennedy: Ronnie you're kinda mean, but you have caught some fish!
Veronica: Thanks I try, let hope that some ends up on our dish.
Back with team Misfit Jeroboam and Jeremiah are looking winded.
Jeroboam and Jeremiah: Trying our best Amber, we can't take too much more!
Leilani points forward then the shoreline is shown.
Leilani: Amber see?
Amber: Could it be? We've nearly reached the shore!
Team Chris is shown still enjoying themselves.
Rhys, Nathan, and Corbyn: it's a sea shanty and it's darn catchy!
Ed shrugged and joined in. Team Chris: Yes you can catch me, with a sea shanty!
"Alright men we've almost caught up!" Rhys cheered.
"You've got other problems. You might wanna take a wee gander over there by'." Chris said from his ship.
The team looked forward to see an iceberg. "Steer left!" Rhys cried.
"Which left? Yours or mine?" Nathan panicked.
"Your left!" Rhys shrieked. They just managed to avoid hitting the iceberg. "Whew."
"Hate ta burst yer bubble 'glorious leader' but there are more!" Ed pointed out. The group saw a small bunch of icebergs ahead.
"Those will take a while to steer around." Corbyn noted. The team sighed.
/
Amber stepped off team Misfit's boat. Shortly followed by the rest of the team.
"Yes! We beat Alejandro here!" Jeremiah cheered.
"Well played my friends." The Spaniard called from Team Victory's ship as it arrived on shore.
Chris arrived on a jetpack. "In a close race Team Misfit is first!" Said team cheered. "Meanwhile it seems Team Chris is nowhere to be seen."
"Don't be so sure about that!" Rhys called. Team Chris' boat was finally arriving. Corbyn collapsed on the shore.
"Well you're still last." Chris smirked. "So it's time for the next leg. Since Team Chris were the big losers, they're out." Rhys sighed. "They'll have to clean the fish and the lobsters the other teams brought in, and," Chef slammed a large pot of clams onto the picnic table. "Shuck all these giant clams!"
"Are you kiddin' me? How're we supposed ta know how ta do that?" Ed asked.
"You'll figure it out." Chris smirked. "I'm hosting a swanky beach shindig in a couple hours. I need some clean and beautiful atlantic clams for it. So start shucking." With that the host threw one of the clams at Ed. The con artist caught it, but his face was covered in sea gunk.
"I thought there was a special reward to the team who brought in the most seafood." Veronica told the host.
"You do. You get to watch team Chris shuck clams! How's that for a special reward?" Chris asked.
"Are you kidding me?" Veronica glared.
"I'd say it's a fair enough reward."Alejandro said with a smirk towards Ed.
(confessional)
Ed: Ya know Alejandro you really shouldn't make fun of the people making yer food.
Static
We see that Team Chris is now alone on the beach. Rhys sighed. "Where do we even start? I don't know how to prepare seafood."
"Leave this to me! I'm from New Orleans so seafood is in my veins." Corbyn told them. "Rhys you've got an eye for detail, why don't you clean the fish with Nathan?" The boarder winked at his friend who gave an appreciative smirk back.
"Ed and I can handle the clams. You don't mind right Ed?" Corbyn asked, elbowing the con artist.
Ed gave Nathan a concerned look. "I don' know maybe our glorious leader would rather work someone who won't get distracted?"
Rhys shook his head. "If we split up the work we'll be faster, and Nathan needs someone who'll keep him on track. Corbyn will probably distract him even more."
Ed folded his arms. "Fine. I guess."
(Confessional)
Ed: How am I supposed ta convince Rhys ta ally with me if Nathan is taking all his attention?
Static
/
Team Misfit and Team Victory are in a small fishing shack. They are sat at a picnic table covered with a large tablecloth. A lobster and fish could be seen mounted on the back wall, as well as the large fishing net with a crab, clam, and starfish mount over that. Several lobster traps are in the closest corner.
Team Misfit is on the left bench, Team Victory on the right. Chris stands at the head of the table. "Welcome to my traditional Newfoundland kitchen party." The host began. "In this part of the competition it's Team Misfit vs Team Victory in a screeching in relay." He turned and opened a cupboard behind him, containing several large bottles. Screeching in is a ceremony performed by the locals to welcome newcomers. First." Chris set four of the bottles on the table. "You have to swig a whole lot of apple cider."
"Doesn't sound hard." Patricia said.
"Correction. I meant apple cider vinegar." Chris clarified. Patrica blanched. "Patricia and Leilani each must finish a whole bottle, Veronica and Stafans. You'll be doing that for your team. Once you finish you can tag the next person or people over. In Team Misfit's case that's Amber and Jeroboam. Alejandro for you Victory."
They will have to decipher a local Newfoundland saying. Spoken by my cousin Jerd McLean." A short man walked in the door. Aside from his height and a large bushy red beard he looked a lot like Chris. He walked between the two members of Team Misfit and said something in an accent so thick it was hard to understand. Both teens looked concerned.
"Then you will tag your last member. Jeremiah for Misfit, Kennedy for Victory. You will have to kiss a cod. Like you mean it" Chris chuckled. The host and his cousin raise a finger. "Let the Screeching in begin!" They lowered their fingers to signal the start.
The four contestants beginning the race lifted their bottles. Leilani had no problem chugging the drink. Veronica and Stafans were doing okay. It was slow going but they were managing just fine. Patricia on the other hand was struggling, only able to chug a few swallows before gagging.
Leilani set her bottle down with a deadpan expression. "That was disgusting."
Shortly after Veronica and Stafans finished theirs, both were gasping from the drink. "Alright team Victory moves on to the interpretation part of the challenge. You better get chugging Patricia!" The photographer gave him a dirty look.
"Take it away Jerd!" Chris said.
"Rind the mill at the pumphouse." Jerd said. His accent was so thick it wasn't clear what he said.
"Are those words?" Stafans asked.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Veronica yelled.
A groan came from the other side of the table. Patricia set her bottle down. "And Team Misfit ties it up! You wanna take a crack at what Jerd said?" Chris asked.
Amber opened her mouth but noticed Patricia looking ill. "Uh, Patricia doesn't look good. Can you let her go to the bathroom?" Jerd snapped his fingers.
"Correctamundo. Jerd asked to use the washroom like a true maritimer. Nice job Amber." Chris said.
/
An outhouse is shown and the sounds of violent retching can be heard from inside.
/
"Alright Misfit! You're back in the game. In fact you're leading. You can now move on to the final part of the challenge. Chef?" Chris asked.
"Give me that bucket!" We hear Chef say. Noah entered the cabin with his arms folded. "This is the thanks I get for doing my job?" The cynic pouted. Chef ignored him flopping a fish on the table in front of Jeremiah. Who looked unfazed.
"All you gotta do is smooch the cod for the win, and remember, like you mean it." Chris winked while Jerd made kissing sounds. "Victory you better get a move on. Jerd, another saying?"
"The worst thing you can have in your head is a nar toom." He said. Alejandro gave him an incredulous look, but quickly recovered.
He thought about it. ""The worst thing you can have in your head is no teeth?"
Jerd nodded. "Bingo," Chris agreed. " and how true. Kennedy time to pucker-" But it was too late as Jeremiah was already kissing his cod full on the mouth.
"Okay we've seen enough! Seriously dude how did you do that so quickly?!" Chris asked.
"I've kissed worse. Once I was in the school's rendition of Heathers, and the guy playing JD had a habit of eating onions. Since I was the leading lady I had to kiss him with his onion breath! He didn't even brush his teeth! I guess that's what you get when most of the people involved are only doing it for an extracurricular credit on their resume and not out of a love of the art." Jeremiah ranted. He blinked. "Sorry I got carried away."
"Okay, well I think we can say Team Misfit wins!" Chris said.
The members of Team Chris entered the shack. "We finished the prepping." Rhys announced.
"Just in time. Now Team Chris is obviously our full on, big time, can't get any bigger losers!" Chris jeered.
"Way ta rub it in." Ed scoffed.
"But in celebration of my home and native land this is a reward challenge!" Chris announced. "Team Misfit will get a delicious clam and fish chowder supper! Since Team Victory brought in the most fish I'll let them have some too, but only Misfit gets first class."
The two teams cheered in celebration.
/
Later the two teams are eating the chowder when Alejandro finds several bugs in his. Ed, who has been watching from outside calls out. "Just a little present from me!"
The Spainard scowled but quickly smirked. He gather a few extra bowls, filled them with chowder and exited the cabin. He walked to Team Chris and offered the bowls to them. "I figure you worked hard to make this supper you should get at least one bowl." He told them.
"Thanks Alejandro!" Corbyn grinned taking his bowl immediately.
"Yeah right on man!" Nathan agreed, taking a bowl for himself.
"That's very generous of you." Rhys said, taking his bowl with a slight smile.
"Hey, you only brought out three bowls." Ed pointed out.
"Sorry amigo I must have miscounted." The charmer smirked.
He saw Rhys had walked to the shoreline and was picking at his chowder.
(Confessional)
Alejandro: Team Chris gets along fairly well, but the seeds of discord are there. Time to water them.
Static
Rhys sat on the beach with a sigh. "Amigo is the chowder not to your taste?" He heard a voice say. He glanced up at Alejandro.
"No, I'm just not hungry." The goody two shoes admitted.
Alejandro sat next to him. "I sense you're uncertain about something. I would listen if you care to speak?"
Rhys sighed again. "Well Ed's been talking about an alliance. From a strategic point of view it would be a good move. Nathan and Corbyn are close, but going against Nathan feels wrong. I've been thinking maybe I'm too close to the situation to make a proper decision?"
Alejandro lay a hand on Rhys' shoulder. "I believe that is a valid concern. Perhaps you should distance yourself from him, so as to take better stock of the situation?"
Rhys nodded. "That may be the best course of action" He stood up, bushing the sand off his clothes. "Alejandro it's always a pleasure." He walked towards his team.
"Oh believe me the pleasure is all mine.' He smirked.
Chris popped into the scene. "Wow this guy is a reality producer's dream, and everyone else's nightmare." He chuckled. "Will Alejandro's plan work? Find out here on Total! Drama! Woooorrrrlllddd~ Tooouuurrrr~!"
A/N:Since there was a canon reason for this to be a reward challenge I decided to keep it as one. All the villains are going to become more active as the premerge goes on. Both Alejandro and Ed are making their moves, while Veronica is forced to bide time for now anyway.