A Total Drama Story
Total Drama World Tour and I
Worshipers of the Amazon Pt. 1
Chapter 9
~Last time on Total Drama World Tour~
Snow, ice, narwhals, sledge dogs, and yetis. One would never think of seeing all these creatures in the winter tundra. Much less a yeti for that matter. The contestants had to cross an icy river where they would proceed to race to the finish line to avoid elimination. After some slippery splashes and a close encounter with a narwhal, only a handful of teens remained to complete the challenge; although, what no one expected to happen did, like abdominal snowmen. Had a certain blonde girl whose name rhymes with dizzy not take a stand against the yeti, everyone would be goners. Thanks to Lindsey she was safe as were her teammates from elimination. That was good for 'The Radical Sport's' team. The bad news, one person was still going to be leaving the competition from one of the other two teams. Time to see who get's the boot out of the competition.
~Now to Continue~
No one dared to speak as they awaited for Chris to speak out the name of who would be taking a one way trip back home. No one expected to be leaving after the Hell they went through. One would think after a daring escape from an eight foot snow yeti, Chris would cut everyone some slack; unfortunately, life is full of tough choices. Though unfair to some. Though it could be a trick. Perhaps Chris was pulling their legs and no one would leave the competition. There was only one way to find out. Chris was about to speak out the name of the contestant leaving the competition. The last person anyone would expect to be going home.
"I want you all to know, despite what happened it is never easy to see someone go home. Still a show isn't a show without an elimination challenge." Chris was explaining. "Someone you did well while others could have done slightly better.
"So the person who will be leaving the competition tonight is...no one!"
"Huh?!" Came the cry of surprise of the contestants from the peanut gallery
"That's right! Just a little sense of humor for you guys. Due to that unexpected encounter with a yeti the producers agreed that everyone is safe from elimination, for now. Can't make any promises on the next challenge. I just wanted to see the look on your faces when I said somebody was getting eliminated even though you encountered a yeti. *chuckle*"
~Heather's Confession~
"What. The. Hell?! Ugh! Putting us on the hot seat like that wasn't funny! How did he even get this job?! We encountered a yeti and he wanted to make a joke by saying someone was going to be eliminated. Ugh I despise him so much!"
~Confession Over~
~Geoff's Confession~
"Dude that wasn't much of a funny joke."
~Confession Over~
~Trent's Confession~
"I think Chris should consider our feelings before telling jokes. I mean we all thought someone would be getting the boat after that yeti encounter. We don't need that kind of goofing off right now."
~Confession Over~
"Okay you all put up a hard day of honest work and survived what is probably known to be your toughest challenge by far, for now. Kudos to you guys. Best you go get some shut eye. We'll be heading out for our next location momentarily." With that said the contestants left the peanut gallery returning to their assigned seat areas.
(11:29 PM-In the Skies)
It had been a long heart throbbing challenge for everyone. Lucky to survive without any serious injuries or a trip to the emergency room. The odds of surviving a yeti attack were likely grim but thanks to Lindsey's brave stand those chances of survival rose. The girl had more spunk in her then she was credited for. Now there was nothing to do except relax until the plane landed at their next destination.
It was a long flight through the night skies to the following destination of the World Tour series and everyone had fallen asleep as soon as they hit their chair(s). Mostly everyone, there were one or two still awake on the plane but for different reasons. First one awake was Alejandro. He was walking around the plane observing the others currently on the plane. He was going to choose his first victim to fall in his clutches then be kicked out of the game. The only question was who would be the first to suffer?
~Alejandro's Confession~
"The trick to picking a victim takes careful planning. I can't just choose someone at random nor can I choose anyone who would grow suspicious around me. The trick is usually to take down the strongest competitor in the game which will cause the rest to follow. The trouble is choosing the right person who is clever but not clever enough to know what I'm doing. Hmm...*thinking*"
~Confession Over~
Walking up to first class he peeked through the door frame peering into the area where 'The Radical Sports' laid sleeping. Geoff and Bridgette were asleep together in one chair. DJ was sound asleep in a chair next to their's. Wrapped in a warm blanket after beng in the freezing water for so long. Sleep talking, calling out to his mama. Harold was curled up against his chair. Curled up in a blanket shaking slightly due to catching a cold from the cold water.. His glasses drooping off his nose while he snored. Leshawna slept in a chair next to Harold's and Lindsey slept besides Leshawna. Looking at what he had to work with Alejandro was slowly beginning to form an idea in his head.
While Alejandro was plotting, another contestant was awake looking outside the window, Becky. Too much was on her mind as the plane soared through the night sky behind the window. Having left the UConn was a breathe of fresh air. That yeti encounter sent chills down her body. It was too close of an encounter she did not want to go through again. Perhaps their next location would be less terrifying and more calming. Though that depends on what Chris defies as calming, but the worst was behind her. Whatever came next. Wherever they may be going. It could not get worse than being face-to-face with a yeti.
(8:30 AM-Morning in the Skies)
Breakfast time brought out a huge appetite in everyone. Who would have thought that being chased down and defending yourselves from a monstrous yeti could leave a huge hunger in your stomach(s). DJ and Harold were doing a little better compared to the day before. Still had a case of the sniffles but they wold survive. Upon eating a well balanced breakfast, or as balanced as Chef served Chris's voice came on the speakers.
"Good morning everyone! Hope you all slept well and if not drink some coffee or dunk your head in a bucket of ice cold water. Today we are making our decent to the Amazon Jungle! Be ready to land in fifteen minutes! So hurry up and finish eating and get to your seats! Unless you want to have an accident before we land! That is all!"
"Wow the Amazon jungle! How exciting! It will be like embarking on a real exploration trip." Sierra was saying to her teammates. "Do you think we'll find some hidden treasure? Oh maybe we'll spot a rare bird. We could end up lost in a cave only to find a lost city. Oh! Oh! Maybe we'll f-" That's all Sierra got to say before Heather covered her mouth to shut her up.
"Not another word. There's nothing to look forward to in a jungle. It'll be hot and humid causing my hair to frizz. If we end up climbing my shoes will get ruined or I could break a nail."
"And that's all your worried about?" Asked Gwen.
"Yeah what about savage wild animals or giant insects?" Cody asked sounding nervous. "I have a high allergic reaction to many different insects. Hence why my parents have always been strict on me going places unless I have my epi pen on me."
"Your allergic to every bug on the planet?" Gwen sounded surprised and confused slightly. "How can you be allergic to every bug on the planet?"
Cody gives a small shrug in response. Not having an actual response to that question. Suppose one could call it bad genetics or just rotten luck. Couldn't get worse. Couldn't get better. For Cody he is one small step away from falling off the grind to the point of no return if he's not careful. That might have been too much. Speaking out of term here. Moving on, ignore me.
"Great so we have to deal with keeping Cody from going into shock over a stupid bug bite." Heather complained.
"Hey if you were in Cody's position you wouldn't be complaining like a whiny bitch." Sierra said giving Heather sass.
"Oh go put your head in the toilet or something." Heather said before walking away.
"Don't mind her Sierra, she's like that to everyone. Not sure why she's a bully but she is." Becky told Sierra giving her a pat on the shoulder.
"Oh I'm not complaining, I've seen every episode of the Total Drama series more than once. I know all about Heather's personality and scheming and diabolical planning. That's why I put a hole in my belt every time Heather does or says something horrific. Check it out." Sierra stands up removing her belt from her pants which causes he pants to fall down and her undies to show.
Eyes turn upon Sierra at the sight of Sierra's exposed undies.
"Uh Sierra...your undies...showing." Cody was trying to speak but his eyes were glued on Sierra. At least until Heather back slapped him.
~Cody's Confession~
*rubbing the back of his head* "Ouch! Did she have to slap my head? So I was checking out a girl's underwear. So were all the other guys in the room. I mean was I not suppose to look? I'm a boy who has needs. Its not my fault if Sierra's underwear was exposed and I couldn't look away."
~Confession Over~
Eventually after Sierra pulled her pants back up, everyone took their seats as the plane was beginning their final decent to their destination. The Amazon Jungle, A.K.A the Amazon Rainforest in Brazil. Which holds 60 percent of the Amazon within its borders while Peru holds 13 percent and Columbia holds 10 percent. (True Fact) As soon as everyone was off the plan they were escorted to several jeeps that would take them into the rainforest for their challenge.
They were dropped off in what was considered the center of the forest, or at least where a large clearing was. As soon as everyone was dropped off the drivers drove off in the jeeps, except one. Chris and Chef would be using that one to get around the forest when necessary.
"Okay everyone, an official welcome to the Amazon Rainforest! Home to some of the most beautiful and deadly animals and plants." Chris began explaining. "Today's challenge will be a combination of using your survival skills and wits to find a hidden city that once stood in this very area thousands of years ago."
"*scoff* Yeah right," Heather didn't sound convinced with Chris.
"Oh a lost city?! Sounds like adventure to me! I want to wrestle a giant snake and swim with piranhas!" Izzy cried getting pumped up for a dangerous adventure.
"Before you kids go off with the maps to lead you to find the hidden city Chef will be passing out; there's a list of dangerous animals in the Amazon you should know about,.
"8 Bullet Ant. 7 Brazilian Wandering Spider. 6 South American Rattlesnake. 5 Red Bellied Piranhas. 4 Electric Eel. 3 Jaguar. 2 Green Anaconda. 1 Poison Dart Frog. Each on more deadly then the last. This jungle isn't meant to be taken lightly. Unless of course you don't mind playing with natures deadliest creatures and kicking the bucket." Chris explained.
"Chris this challenge doesn't sound safe what with all those deadly poisonous creatures you mentioned. Are you sure we should be doing this?" Questioned DJ.
"Don't worry your maps have color coded paths that will guide you past anything that could kill or put you in a coma," Replied Chris.
Chef handed out two maps to each team. The extra map was in case they should lose the first map. One the maps were the color coded paths Chris mentioned. Three paths, each a different color. There was a dark bloody red colored path on top. A cooling light blue path on the bottom that was long and wiggling. The path in the middle was a forest green color. It appeared to be a short path but Chris told them the reason for that.
"The green path's the shortest but I don't recommend taking that path."
"Why is there some freaky monster that we don't know about living there?" Duncan wildly guessed.
"Not quite but that would be totally sick if there was one," Chris began to reply. "Actually a tribe of Amazonians live somewhere along the green path. They've been known to show villagers either a cage or their spears. So unless you want to be a sacrifice you best know better than to bother them."
"But how will we know which way we're going? The paths are one thing but how will we know which path we are on?" Asked Bridgette.
"Good question Bridgette. If you go down the path behind me you'll arrive at a sigh that has three arrows pointing in different directions. Based on the colored paths located on your maps will be the way the arrows are pointing," Explained Chris.
"Now you will be given a knapsack that contains some supplies to get you through the area. A compass, some water, a tent, a sword to cut vines, and some rope."
"Wait! What about food?! What are we going to eat?!" Owen cried out gripping his hair.
"Well I can't help you much on that; however, there are some crates my assistance put out down each path. Wasn't easy and two guys are in the hospital for minor injuries, thank goodness. Find the crates and you'll find different fruit inside to eat," Replied Chris.
Your team will also be receiving a backpack filled with all your necessary needs. First Aide kit, compass, bottles of water, walkie-talkies, rope, and a book on how to survive in the wild."
"Now if there are no more questions get going. You all have a lot of ground to cover if you want to get to the hidden city. Oh and did I mention the winning team will get a fabulous prize? The losing team votes someone off. Now move it people let's hustle!"
Chef sounded a horn sending everyone running past the pair ho stood and watched. The teams ran off till they were a good ten-fifteen feet away did they slow down to walk. The team in front of the other two teams were the Radical Sports leaving the Musical Strikers not far behind while the Crystal Platypus' laid back in the end. Due to Heather getting her foot stuck on a large tree root when running and she grabbed Sierra bringing her down with her. Gwen, Becca, and Cody had to turn around and help them back on their feet.
Upon arriving at the sign the Radical Sports team looked closely at the sign. Three arrows, three different colors, three different directions.
"Okay just like Chris said the arrows are pointing in the order the paths are laid out on the map," Bridgette said holding up the map for everyone to see.
"We should probably take the blue path. The red path screams danger from deadly poisonous creatures; and the green path leads to that tribe Chris mentioned that might sacrifice us if we cross paths with them," DJ pointed out.
"Agreed bro," Said Geoff.
"Can't argue with the fact," Began Harold before sneezing, wiping his nose before speaking again. "There's no other choice but blue. The red leads to danger and the green leads to a tribe that may become angry with us if we disturb them."
"So the blue path is our best option," Said Leshawna. "Come on ya'll we better get moving."
Down where the blue arrow pointed the group went.
Not long after they left the Music Strikers came to the sign.
"Here's the sign Chris told us about gang," Said Trent. pulling out the map for everyone to see. "According to the map we should go where the blue arrow is pointing."
"Right, blue is good red and green are bad," Said Owen.
"Well we better get moving if we're going to get this challenge over with," Said Noah.
As the group made their way down the blue path, Alejandro stayed back. Looking at the arrows gave him an idea. The Crystal Platypus' would be coming up to the sign shorty.
~Alejandro's Confession~
"I knew I had the perfect chance to sabotage the competition by switching the arrows around. If I can keep the Crystal Platypus' away from the hidden city they would lose. Don't worry I'm not a heartless monster. I'm only going to switch the green and blue arrows. I'm sure the tribe who lives in the rainforest won't actually sacrifice them. Keep them hostage and maybe do some slight torture but probably nothing extreme."
~Confession Over~
Calling out to his team mates saying he felt something in his boot, Alejandro stayed behind to switch the green and blue arrows before taking off to rejoin his team. The Crystal Platypus' would be in for quite a surprise when they went down the 'blue' path. Only to later discover that they had actually taken the green path. Which may come sooner then expected. Reaching the three way sign the Platypus' walked down the 'blue' path. As they were walking Heather was going over strategies for getting ahead of the other teams.
"So if we walk all night we can reach the hidden city before the other teams. I don't want to hear any excuses from you wimps. We are going to win this challenge. One way or another."
"Or, or I could set an alarm on my phone (holds her phone out) for five in the morning and we go from there," Suggested Sierra. "It would be easier then walking all night growing fatigued as dawn rises."
"I vote Sierra's plan," Said Becky.
"I second that notion," Said Cody.
"That has my vote," Said Gwen. "Looks like its three to one on the better plan (smirks)."
~Heather's Confession~
"What does a girl have to do to get some respect around here?"
~Confession Over~
After walking a little further down the trail there came a loud pounding of drums up ahead.
"Do you guys here that?" Asked Cody. "It sounds close, real close."
He was right, the pounding of drums sounded loud and close. In fact the pounding of drums sounded as though it was coming all over the area. The banging of the drums rang throughout the jungle. The drums sounded steady at first but the steady banging began to grow faster, louder, closer. The group formed a circle staying close to one another. The bushes and plants began to rustle. Someone or something was coming their way. The drumming got closer as did the intensity around the group. Cody's heart was beating so fast he could have passed out there and now.
To keep his heart in check Sierra gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. Letting him know everything was going to be alright. Assuming this wasn't that native tribe Chris mentioned earlier and they wouldn't be offered up as a sacrifice to their God or something. (Dun, dun, dun!) But of course karma wasn't on their side. The native tribe popped out from the bushes surrounding the group with their spears.
"Aw man I think we're in trouble." Said Cody looking at the pointed end of the spear that was inches from his face.
The warriors spoke in a language no one could understand. It sounded like a crossover between Hindi and Spanish, if that was what the group heard. Honestly they couldn't think because their brains were processing what was happening to them right now; and their hearts were beating as loud as the drums were. Before they had time to react they were tied up and taken to the village where their fates would be decided.
(Meanwhile with the Radical Sports)
Before Alejandro had switched signs sending the Platypus' to their supposed doom, the Radical Sports got a head start of the Music Strikers down the blue path. Surrounded by nothing but beautiful large colorful plant life they stayed on the dirt path. Keeping close to one another. Not drawing off the path less they find themselves lost or easy prey to a hungry predator.
Leading the way was Harold who held the map tightly in his grip. One never can tell what sort of misfortune would come around swooping the map away. The only good thing about being here was the heat helping sweat out the minor flu Harold had caught when in the UConn. Same for DJ, the heat was helping clear his sinuses.
"Phew...*head wipe* its hotter than a sauna out here. *fanning herself*" Leshawna said a loud. "You think we could have gotten some mini fans or spray bottles to cool down."
"Ugh...Hey how long do we have to go down this path?" Lindsey asked. "My feet hurt from all this walking."
"Lindsey, we've only been walking for ten minutes." DJ said.
"Oh...but my feet still hurt." She complained.
"Honey you think you have problems? This heat is making my hair frieze," Leshawna complained as her hair went super Afro poof on her. "Dame it! Its going to take me hours to fix this Afro mess."
"Quiet down you guys I'm trying to read this map," Said Harold examining the map. Turning it sideways. Looking it over carefully. Letting out a sneeze in the process. "I can't make out this thing, gosh!"
He wasn't wrong but he wasn't right. What I mean to say is while the young teens were going down the right path they may have taken a wrong turn along the way after following the sign. See going down the blue path there's another crossroad. The Radical Sports took the left way. The Musical Strikers took the right way. Stopping in the middle of their walk Harold took a closer look at the map.
"I can't make out the directions on this thing. I think we took a wrong turn but I'm not sure." Harold said a loud as he rubbed his nose.
Bridgette leaned in over his shoulder to look at the map. Discovering a spot in the middle on the map. One made of snot from Harold's sneezing. Wiping it off, with a tissue she had on her, she discovered the mistake. Turns out they did make a wrong turn along the way. Instead of turning right they went left. They were off the path, down another. They could turn back but they had come this far. Going back would take twice as long. Only thing they could do now was continue moving forward. Maybe there was another way to go if they kept going? One could only hope for something good to come out of this.
Harold let out a loud sneeze causing snot spots to splatter over the map. As gross as that was at least he wasn't coughing out blood. Not much of a positive but it was something to work with. Harold apologized for getting the map snot-a-zized. (just go with it).
"Ugh I think my cold's getting worse."
"Hey at least you don't feel cold. Why do you think I brought a sweat shirt?" DJ asked throwing on the sweat shirt that was tied around his waist. "Boy what I wouldn't give for a nice bowl of soup right now."
"I would just love something cold to drink or pour on my face." Lindsey said fanning herself.
"How are we going to find our way out of this crazy jungle bro?" Geoff asked Harold.
"Uh guys, does anyone else hear that buzzing sound?" Bridgette asked sounding worried.
Whatever that sound was it was getting closer. The team had to get away and fast. For unbeknownst to them there came the sound of a large group of mosquito's. Only did they spot the large floating black dot in the air did they panic and run away like little girl's screaming mommy. They ran and ran down the path. Hoping to outrun the blood sucking devils or avoid getting bitten. Unless they found a way to ditch the bugs their goose was cooked.
(With the Music Strikers)
While the Radical Sports currently out of commission if one wished to call it that. Well perhaps it was more getting their exercise but for all the wrong reasons. Reasons as in escaping a hoard of bugs from eating them alive. They were going to have some serious scratching but we'll come back to them later. The Radical Sports had gotten ahead of the others. (Namely due to the Strikers taking a wrong turn and the Platypus' being lead down the wrong path.) Their current condition was down to the middle of the blue path that would take them to the lost city.
As of now the team had nothing going on. Meaning nothing terrible had happened to them, yet. Karma was going to catch up. Catch up to Alejandro anyway. It may start off small but with every dark deed he committed the karma would grow and grow until...POW! Right in the kisser! (I've always wanted to say that.) How karma was going to get at him well that I will leave to your imaginations. In the meantime focusing on the teams where-a-bouts; they were halfway to their goal which would take roughly another hour, hour in a half to get there. As they were walking through the jungle their surroundings were quiet, too quiet. There wasn't a single noise or growl or buzz made by any of the creatures in the area. If that wasn't odd enough there wasn't a breeze or twig snapping. What was going on?
"Hey is anyone else getting that creepy feeling over not hearing anything? No sound? No nothing?" Tyler was going on about shaking in his track shoes.
"Yeah this is kind of odd." Trent agreed.
"Odd and creepy and many other words that I can't say because they are running through my head are great ways of expressing my own feelings for the silence." Owen explained trying to keep himself calm but he too was terrified.
"Come on you guys can't let a little silence get you." Began Izzy. "Worst case scenario something jumps out on us followed by slicing us up into bits or chewing us up or both or maybe even poison us then slowly eat us alive."
~Izzy's Confession~
"(laughing) Okay I wouldn't want that to actually happen but come on. I have watched tons of nature shows so I have seen a predator snatch its prey right before your eyes. (get's close up to the camera then pulls back) Imagine seeing it happen in person but to a human. How crazy would that be?!"
~Confession Over~
Dark isn't she? Not on purpose of course but she has her how should I put this moments. She's wacky but she is a good person just wacky. She lives in the moment. She lives for danger. Right now she wanted something dangerous to happen or she was going to make it happen. (Don't ask me how.)
"How about we just make use of this time and hurry through here before something does pop out and takes us by surprise?" Said Trent hoping to stop Izzy's rambling talk. It probably wasn't a good idea to say that because the moment he finished his sentence something did pop out from the bushes in front of them on the ride hand side.
Out of the green jumped a huge muscular and lean jaguar. He stood in the middle of the path staring at the group. A deep growl escaped his throat as it stood in attack. Should anyone make any sudden movements the jaguar would pounce on them. All eyes were were on one another. The jaguar's eyes were on the Strikers. The Strikers eyes were on the jaguar. Who would be the first to crack under pressure? Was there even a chance of escaping? We shall wait and see.
(Back with the Crystal Platypus')
Having been captured by the native tribe the team was brought to the village and locked in a man made cage. Their lives were hanging by a thread unless they could escape. They watched the villagers dance around a large fire while the eldest natives talked among one another. Quietly the group talked to one another. Keeping a close eye on the natives should they come over to their cage.
"Okay we have been captured by the Natives of this jungle and we may or may not be sacrifices." Sierra began to explain. "This would be great for my blog if we weren't the one's going to die in front of a live audience."
"Aw man I don't want to die. Not like this. Not like this." Cody was shaking his head while freaking out. He clenched a hand on his shirt over where his heart was. Taking deep breathes to prevent himself from having a panic attack.
"We need to get out of here." Said Gwen shaking the bars of the cage. "Ugh! These guys knew what they were doing when they made this. Doesn't look like we'll be getting out of here so easily."
"Gee you think?" Said Heather throwing attitude.
"I don't suppose they would just let us go? This is just a misunderstanding so if we explain it to them they might understand and let us go?" Sierra suggested trying to think positive. "Becky you have been awfully quiet. What is going on in your mind?"
"I am thinking I wish this was a terrible dream. That we could wake up from this nightmare and start the day over." Was her reply. "Guys I'm terrified right now. What are they going to do with us? We don't even have a way of contacting help."
That was when it clicked to Cody. He was still carrying the backpack Chris gave them. Inside was a pair of walkie-talkies. Maybe if he turned it onto the correct frequency he could contact help? Quickly he took off the bag from his back. His eyes staying on the natives while undoing the zipper. Reaching a hand deep inside the bag; feeling around for the walkie-talkie. Becky caught onto what Cody was doing. Spotting him on the ground with the bag in hand. She gave Gwen and Sierra a nudge pointing at Cody.
"Uh Cody now's not the best time to be going through the bag in search of snacks." Said Gwen.
"No, no i just remembered Chris put walkie-talkies in here. If I can turn them on and get the right frequency I can contact help." He said to Gwen.
"That's crazy! Crazy enough that it just might work. We'll cover you Cody." Said Sierra.
The three girl's stood in front covering Cody from view as he located and turned on the walkie-talkie. He was lucky there were batteries in the walkie-talkie when he turned it on. Turning he knob while whispering for help. Hoping to find the right frequency and someone using the other line. As if someone read his mind a voice came up from the other end.
"Yo McClain here what's up?"
"Chris? Chris its Cody! Listen we've been kidnapped by a group of natives!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa back up. Kidnapped by natives? Am I hearing you right?"
"Yes and we need help. Please Chris...we're locked in a cage and there's a huge fire and people dancing and...*deep breathing*
"Cody? Cody are you still there? Why am I hearing heavy breathing? Cody?"
Noticing Cody's uncomfortable breathing state, Becky took the walkie-talkie from him and talked to Chris.
"Mr. McClain, Becky here how soon can you send a rescue team?"
"As soon as you finish singing."
Cue the loud bell drawing attention from the natives.
"Oh great now the natives can see what we're doing. Thanks a lot Chis you f**king jerk!" Heather cried out at the walkie-talkie with rage.
"Hey don't give me sass Missy! Maybe if you sing for them they'll let you go."
"Oh yeah like that's going to happen."
"What have we got to lose?" Sierra asked.
~Sierra's Confession~
"Seriously, what had we got to lose?"
~Confession Over~
Cue a few of the natives playing their homemade instruments for the Platypus'.
~Remember, the song lyrics are in Italic and the names are in bold print.~
(For this song it will be similar to the Gypsy Rap from the original Total Drama World Tour episode.)
Heather: That map is obviously a flunk. Unless we were played for dopes.
Sierra: I think someone messed with us and now we'll be paying a price.
Becky: But unless Chris can save us.
Cody: Our obituaries are upon us.
Sierra: Oh what would we do then?!
Gwen: Locked up in a cage is no joke! Natives all over the place, get us out of this place. This isn't what we anticipated. Probably means we'll be be eliminated. Unless, we get out!
Becky: Ouuut, ooh, ooh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Just then the natives instantly stopped playing and began to shout. It appeared they were shocked or surprised based on their facial feature reactions.
"What the hell is wrong with them?" Said Heather.
"I think they were caught off by surprise but by what I can't say." Said Sierra.
To answer that question the chief pointed to a statue that was pulled out by four young natives. Revealing a tall statue of a stone statue of a young woman. Upon seeing the statue the Platypus' jaws dropped and eyes grew wide.
"Becky, you never looked better." Said Cody.
"What the? That statue looks just like me!" Said Becky in shock.
"If I had to guess I think that statue represents their God." Cody began. "Seeing you must mean they think you are their God. (sees the natives closing in on them) But I don't know what that means for the rest of us!"
Uh oh sounds to me like everyone is having their own set of problems.
Wonder how they will escape death?
Stay tune and you will find out.
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