It was the next day. Chef was stirring a pot and scooping Heather some brown goop. "Now I know how starlets stay thin," she muttered.
"Wish Chef would have let me in the kitchen," Harold said. "I got me some mad culinary skills."
"You mind? I was talking to my slop." As Heather sat down at a table, she waved to Beth and Lindsay, who immediately walked away from her. Justin was sipping his drink when he saw the two girls. "Justin," Lindsay gushed, "Look! I brought you bacon."
"I brought you facon," Beth told him. "Tofu's good for your heart."
"Pig's good for his hair."
"Holy moly, I love his hair!" Beth clutched Justin's head.
"Ladies, please," Justin cut in as he pulled Beth off of him, "I accept both of your offerings. Join me for breakfast?" The two girls giggled as he spooned some brown goop. "Aren't you eating?" Justin wondered.
"When you can gorge your soul on essence de beau hunk," Lindsay replied in a romantic tone, "Who needs food?" Justin winked at Beth, making her faint.
Confessional: Beth (Killer Grips)
She was fiddling with a bracelet. "If only making friends with a guy as gorgeous as Justin was as easy as making these bracelets." The bracelet broke, and one of the beads flew into her mouth, making her choke and fall over.
End Confessional
Dave was putting some salt on his food when the salt shaker lid fell off, dumping a heap of salt on his plate. Duncan just laughed at his misfortune. "Sorry about the morning as-salt," he teased. Sky slapped him on the head. "Third grade called," she sternly told him. "You're due back in class."
"Don't you know spilling salt is bad luck?" Dave pointed out. He tossed a handful over his shoulder, hitting Heather in the eye. "Maybe a little pepper can fix it," he said. He put some pepper on his food but it all spilled out. He tossed a handful away, hitting it in Heather's face and making her sneeze. "Are you gonna finish those eggs?" Duncan asked Dave. Before he could answer, Duncan ate a piece, though he spilled a bit on the table. "If you're going to steal my food," Dave complained as he pulled out a wipe, "Don't be such a pig about it!"
"Dude, you are officially capital 'W' weird."
"Which is just fine," Sky defended as she joined Dave's side. "I happen to like weird."
"Aw," Rodney and Destiny gushed as they saw the scene. Duncan just shook his head in disbelief. The moment was cut in by a sharp whistle. "Hang on the your coconuts, players," Chris announced as he walked in with sunglasses and a surfboard, "We're going back to the beach!"
"Beach flicks!" Destiny exclaimed. "Swiller! I mean, gnarly! I wish Bridgette was here to see this."
"Why would you want one half of the constant smoochers?" Duncan wondered.
"Her surfing cred, duh! According to her bio on the TD blogs, she once challenged famous surfer Fin McCloud to a surf-off."
"Really? So, who won?"
"It didn't have one due to, quote, 'hilarious shenanigans involving'-"
"'A coffee bean roaster and a rare species of otter'," Lara finished as she stepped inside the craft services tent. Destiny stared in awe at Lara, who was now cosplaying as Fin McCloud from Stoked. "Wow," Destiny breathed out. "You. Are. Good."
"Quit gawking at my intern," Chris cut in. "Now, ever seen one of those 1950 surfer movies where the kids get up to neato fun before the big bonfire twist-a-thon and the bully kicks the sand castle in the nerdy guy's face?" Most of the cast just shrugged. "No, grandpa," Duncan told him, "We haven't."
"Well, get ready to recreate one, Junior," Chris replied. "Two challenges followed by a tiebreaker if necessary. So, grab your swimsuits." Everyone walked outside, but Chef held DJ back. "If the sand castle thing goes down," Chef whispered, "Make sure you're the kicker, not the kickee." DJ nodded and gave a nervous smile.
Soon, everyone was dressed in their bathing suits as they stood in a freezing cold room. "When did you guys move the beach to Antarctica?" Lindsay wondered as everyone shivered from the cold.
"As some of you can see," Chris, in a warm parka, pointed out, "We're actually in the shooting studio."
"And the AC's cranked because...?" Duncan asked.
"All the cameras and lights get so hot they could melt Chef's heart." Chef gave a cheesy smile. "And the network told my agent sweaty wasn't a good look for me."
"Dude," Lara stammered, "Not even Broseph would like being this chill. You can be twisted, McLean."
"I know," Chris chuckled. "Your first challenge: hang ten this deck into the big blue without swallowing tail in the soup."
"What did you just ask me to do?" Leshawna demanded.
"He means whoever stays on the surfboard the longest wins," Destiny clarified.
"Exactamundo, groovy cats," Chris replied. "So, who's going first?" Everyone just shivered, and a cricket even froze up. "The team that wins will get a half hour head start on the next challenge," Chris added, "And given tonight's reward, you should be fighting harder than Justin's abs over who gets first shot."
"Speaking of rock hard abs," Harold told Leshawna, "Have you ever seen my...ten pack?" He groaned as he flexed his chest, but Leshawna just shook her head in disbelief. Lindsay tried to squirt out some sunblock, but it froze in midair and stabbed Harold in the butt and pushed him forward. "We have a volunteer," Chris announced as Harold pulled the icicle out of his butt.
Harold stepped onto the surfboard. "Mad surfing skills," he declared, "Activate!"
"And please welcome the return of some season one fan favorites," Chris announced. "The sharks!" Fang rose up and started to chomp, which Chris could only wince at.
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
"I'm very protective of my buttocks. They provide me with the low center of gravity that is the key to my many mad skills. You could say they're my hugest asset. Check it!" He stood up and turned. "I can juggle my Magic Steve's Magical Trading Cards." He juggled the card with his butt.
End Confessional
Harold clung onto the lighting above as Fang tried to chomp him. "My booty and I are out!" he decided.
"Your booty has an opinion?" Leshawna asked in disbelief.
"That's a big job for such a saggy, sad little thing," Heather commented.
"I'll have you know this is a selfless act," Harold declared. "My lady fans couldn't handle the loss of this perfect behind."
"And by 'lady fans', he means his mother."
"Hey, Fang! Look! Bacon and facon!"
"Breakfast should last all day," Owen muffled between bites of bacon. Fang hopped out of the water and started to chase him. Harold slipped off and fell on the diving board. "Ooh, way to stick the dismount, bro," Chris commented. Some of the others laughed at the sight, with Duncan even hugging Sky. "Aw," Dave moaned as he saw this.
"Friendship bracelet?" Beth offered as she held up a teal bracelet. Dave took it and immediately wiped it with a wipe. "Nice and clean," he said, making Beth inch away.
"Did you ever notice Dave's a little weird?" Beth asked Lindsay and Destiny.
"Did you say Tyler's here?" Lindsay wondered, misunderstanding her. "That's amazing!"
"Okay, Linds, Tyler is NOT in the game anymore."
"Oh, right. They must have a dental block about the whole thing." Beth and Destiny backed away from Lindsay. "What did you say, Beth?" Destiny asked her.
"I said Dave's acting weird," Beth repeated with some annoyance. "You know, with the constant cleaning."
"He's a germaphobe, like Adrian Monk. He's not acting too wunny." Beth just gave a defeated sigh.
Lindsay stepped onto the surfboard next. Chris pressed a button, and the scene changed from a sunset to a tornado. Chef plugged up a huge fan, blowing Lindsay right into the background.
DJ balanced on the surfboard next until Fang chomped his swimsuit off, exposing his bare body. He quickly covered himself with his hands and ran off. "The body's a beautiful thing!" Chef told DJ. "You don't need a suit!"
Owen balanced on the surfboard next, though he broke the board and splashed into the water, drenching everyone. "Oh, crud," Owen moaned as he patted some sharks out of the water. "Sorry, shark dudes." Chris just blew his whistle. "Break time," he announced. "Union rules."
"Finally!" Heather breathed out.
"I don't mean you, shark bait." Fang and the other sharks relaxed as Chef served them shrimp. Destiny just watched them from the surfboard. "No sharks equals no problem," she boasted. She stood on the board until she noticed a gull cannon operated by Paul, who now had black pants with hot rod flames. "Why am I in my bathing suit?" Paul shivered.
"Just get to firing," Chris ordered. Paul stifled a groan. "I don't get paid enough for this," he muttered. He began firing at Destiny who tried to dodge them. "Knock it off!" she protested. A gull managed to bite her arm, making her drowsy and fall into the water. "Destiny, you okay?" Dave asked her as he pulled her out.
"Take me down like I'm a domino," Destiny sang in a slurred tone before passing out.
"Are those mutant gulls?!" Sky gulped.
"We had a few to splice in with the regular gulls," Chris explained.
"Dude, I don't wanna be you when Dez wakes up," Lara told a worried Paul. "If there's one thing she knows how to do, it's how to hold a grudge."
"You might be right," Paul agreed. "Bye." He ran off, but Chef just dragged him back. "Oh, come ON!" Lara just shook her head. "I'll get a first-aid kit ready," she said.
Justin climbed onto the surfboard. "Yay!" Lindsay cheered. "Go Justin!"
"Yeah!" Beth rallied. "Go!"
"Copycat."
"Tanorexic." Beth gasped at Lindsay's shocked face. "Sorry," she apologized. "Friendship bracelet?" Justin posed as the wind blew, charming the sharks. "So perfect," Chris commented. "Almost makes me believe in the inherent goodness of the human race."
"Almost," Paul grumbled as he reloaded the gull cannon.
"JUSTIN!" Beth shouted.
Confessional: Beth (Killer Grips)
"I wanted to tell him he looked like a surfing god. Instead I said..."
End Confessional
"Your face!" Beth warned Justin. "Watch your beautiful face!" Paul fired the gull cannon at Justin, knocking him into the water. One of the sharks pulled him out and did CPR until he came to. "Oh, my gosh, Justin," Beth quickly said as she and Lindsay ran over, "Are you okay?" The shark pushed them away as he hugged Justin. "Love's a beautiful thing," Chris commented.
"Do you consider that a bit odd?" Lara asked Paul.
"Meh," Paul replied with a shrug.
Confessional: Paul
"My friend Melody happens to be an animal person like Dawn and Ella are. She even has a raven pal named Shadow and a snake she pets like a cat. But she's also...um...let's say she and Gwen would share the same hobbies." He gave a nervous laugh.
End Confessional
"Finally, we have Duncan," Chris announced as Duncan balanced on the surfboard. "Try not to get your piercings wet." Duncan just rolled his eyes. Paul fired the gull cannon, but Duncan easily dodged them and even punched one away. Paul looked around and tossed other stuff at him, including a chair and a light. "Aw, my head!" Lindsay groaned as she walked over. Paul noticed her and shrugged. "You gotta be kidding me," Duncan said. He ducked as Lindsay was tossed at him. "And with that," Chris announced, "Duncan secures victory for the Screaming Gaffers."
"Gnarly," Duncan replied as the Screaming Gaffers, save for Destiny, cheered. He helped Destiny to her feet. "Thanks," Sky told Duncan as she gave him a hug.
"Man, Sky's team is unstoppable," Owen commented.
"Try unstable," Dave argued. "A ticking time bomb of betrayal. We have to stop them."
"With what, a freight train? Choo-choo!" Owen noticed Dave was murmuring as he tried to squirt some hand sanitizer on his hands. "Ex-squeeze me?" Owen asked him.
"Try to be clean," Dave murmured as he managed to pour some sanitizer on his hands and rub them together.
"Dude," Rodney put in as he noticed the scene, "You're acting a bit...weird."
"If being weird helps us win, then call me weird! Besides, Sky likes weird."
"Just don't go overboard, okay? You're worrying us."
"If you at home like weird," Chris narrated, "You'll love what's coming up next."
"Salting the wound much?" Rodney scolded.
"Sometimes being weird is okay," Dave added.
"Delusional," Chris commented. "So sad."
(cue commercial)
"Welcome back to Total Drama Action!" Chris announced as everyone stood outside the film lot. "Where against all advice to the contrary, the players minus Destiny have changed out of their bathing suits. Hope you like swimming in your jeans."
"Right," Heather sarcastically replied, "Because we're totally going to the beach for real this time."
"The only reason Destiny didn't change is because she's still dizzy from the mutant gull venom," Sky pointed out. "And the bus is late." A bus honked as it pulled up. "You were saying?" Chris asked the cast.
"School?" Destiny slurred as she slumped over Duncan's shoulder.
Confessional: Owen (Killer Grips)
"Chris actually told us the truth for once?" He laughed. "What's next? Being treated with actual respect?"
"I hear you, man," Paul, now with a black eye, told him as he walked in.
"What happened to your eye, dude?"
"Destiny happened." Paul let out a moan as he covered his black eye.
End Confessional
"A blue bracelet for Lindsay to match her still frozen lips," Beth said as she passed a shivering Lindsay a blue bracelet. "A green one for Owen because he's a giant human composter." Owen ate the green bracelet. "Thanks," he replied as he boarded the bus. "What you got there, Beth?" Justin asked her.
"A-a-a whole lot of car sickness," Beth stuttered. "I'll blow chunks if I don't get the front seat! Barf, barf, barf!" She quickly got on the bus. "Yay!" Destiny cheered as Lara helped her to the bus.
"She'll be fine once you get to the beach," Lara informed the Screaming Gaffers. Soon, they arrived at Camp Wawanakwa's beach. "Yes, campers," Chris announced, "We're actually back at your old stomping grounds: Total Drama Island! If you need to take a moment and reminisce about the great times you had here..." Everyone but Destiny burst into laughter. "Fine," Chris replied. "We'll skip the good memories montage."
"Got some!" Destiny interrupted.
...
The scene flashed back to all of the cast's best moments, all to Stoked's theme song. Lindsay and Beth were doing each other's makeup while Leshawna and Gwen dumped a bucket of water on Heather's head. Harold was writing a love note while DJ was taking care of Bunny. Justin was relaxing by the beach, Bridgette and Geoff were doing some surfing, and Duncan and Courtney were cheering the duo on. Rodney gave Helga a bouquet of flowers and Izzy gave Owen a slice of pizza, which he quickly ate. Destiny was playing her guitar while Dave and Sky listened as the duo sat together and watched the sunset.
...
"Not sure if all of that happened," Lara commented, "But girl knows how to montage."
"Anywho," Chris cut in with annoyance, "Screaming Gaffers, you've got a 30 minute head start on...the sand castle building contest! To be judged by our resident king of the dunes." Chef put on a sand castle hat. "Make like prop masters, guys, and give me something awesome. I really don't want the tiebreaker to have to go down. Don't think legals quite approved it yet." A rock crushed a test dummy, which had a car crash into it.
Harold was building the Screaming Gaffers' sand castle. "DJ," he ordered, "Wetter sand in that bucket! Leshawna, pack it further!"
"Who died and made you Bossy McPushy?" Leshawna cut in.
"I'm a bit of a Gehry buff." Leshwna gave Harold a puzzled look. "Frank Gehry, greatest architect of our time?" he clarified.
"And I care about this because...?" Leshawna asked as she rolled her eyes. Harold showed the sand castle, which was a replica of the Taj Mahal. "Now how about some props for my fine buttresses?" he boasted.
"Did Duncan, Destiny and Sky went to get more buckets?" DJ wondered as he looked around. Duncan, Destiny and Lara were by the bus when Sky flew over to them. "There you are!" she breathed out. "I was wondering why you guys just disappeared. What are you doing?"
"Making sure we're stuck here," Destiny replied as she tossed a bolt into a bucket Duncan was holding. "That way, we can at least sleep in the cabins. I kinda miss them."
"I've always been more of a dismantler than a builder, anyway," Duncan added.
"Can't you guys do something other than stir up the-?" Sky began, but a loud horn made her cover her mouth. "Stuff! I was gonna say stuff!"
"You better disconnect the horn, then," Lara told them as she closed the bus hood.
"Three...two..." Chris announced. Chef blew a horn. "Thank you, Chef," Chris told him. "Screaming Gaffers, your 30 minute lead is over. So, Dave, dude, get castleling."
"Water!" Owen exclaimed. "We need water!"
"I'll hit the mountain stream," Lindsay told the Killer Grips.
"Or we can use the lake," Beth suggested as Justin and Rodney started the castle. Owen screamed as he ran around with the buckets. "QUIET!" Dave shouted, making everyone stop. "We need a plan, and I've got one."
Confessional: Justin (Killer Grips)
"Little Dave mans up. Wow, even I had goosebumps, and there wasn't a mirror for miles."
End Confessional
"That's right," Dave told the Grips, "Just like that." Beth accidentally spilled a bit of sand on her shirt. "Easy, easy!" Dave warned as he wiped the sand off with a cloth. "Don't make a huge mess!" Lindsay painted a crab shell with the Killer Grips' logo. "Now we have a flag!" she exclaimed as she placed it on a turret.
"Good work," Dave told her after cleaning Beth off. "Could you find a few more shells, one for each turret?" Some more sand got on Beth's clothes. "Hey!" she sputtered as Dave cleaned her again. The guys just had confused looks.
"The Taj MaHarold," Harold declared. "It's perfect." The Screaming Gaffers were impressed by it.
"Careful, Rodney!" Dave warned him as Rodney held up the fifth shell.
"I know what I'm doing," Rodney argued. "Just let me-" The sand castle collapsed. "Do this," Rodney sighed. Dave gave a panicked scream. "It's over," Justin decided.
"Calm down, dude!" Rodney told Dave as he shook him to his senses. "We still have a shot!"
"What if I tie these bracelets around the towers to keep them up?" Beth suggested.
"It's a sand castle building contest, Beth," Justin pointed out.
"No, it's a prop sand castle building contest. Anything goes."
"Ooh, I have some anything!" Lindsay offered as she held up a large purple bag.
"We can make it even better!" Beth encouraged. "Everybody, tear up these magazines. I'll mix the pieces with hair spray and voila! Papier-mache!"
"Crafty," Justin complimented, making Beth blush.
"Okay," Dave breathed out after calming down, "Let's build this thing!" Soon, the Killer Grips' castle was complete. "I dub thee the Pavitrata Sky," Dave declared.
"Aw, he named a building after you," Destiny gushed as she, Duncan, Sky and Lara looked on.
"I'm more concerned than flattered, honestly," Sky admitted. "I think Dave's getting a bit...obsessive. But at least his germaphobia isn't related to me."
"What does 'pave rata' mean, anyway?" Duncan wondered.
"I think it's Hindi," Destiny thought. "Let me look up the translation." She pulled out her phone from her boot. "Don't ask," she told a confused Sky. "Let's see...'pavitrata'...it roughly means..."
"Clean!" Sky gasped as she saw the translation. "His cleaning obsession can't be just for me!"
"Let me see that thing," Lara told Destiny as she swiped her phone away.
"Hey, Sky!" Dave greeted as he waved to her. Sky just gave a nervous wave back.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Screaming Gaffers were trying to shoo some gulls away from their castle. They flew off, but the sand castle was destroyed. "Dang!" Harold cursed. "They busted my buttresses."
"We have a winner!" Chris announced. "Beth and the Killer Grips clever prop papier-mache!" The Killer Grips cheered. "And friendship bracelets," Beth added. Chris just pushed her away. "Which means we need a new tiebreaker," he announced. "And I was hoping for the evening off. Instead, gather ye some wood, campers for a fire of the bon variety."
Dave and Owen were gathering wood when they spotted Sky. "Hy," Dave greeted, "It feels like ages since we had any, you know, quality time together." Owen imitated some kissing. "Um..." Sky stammered. Dave noticed Owen and he shot him a glare. "Check," Owen said, catching the signal and running off.
"I think I should talk to you about..." Sky began, but she noticed Owen hiding behind a tree. "Owen! I can see you!"
"Do you mind speaking up?" Owen asked. "I don't wanna miss all the juicy bits." Some sticks were tossed at him, making him run off. "Those sticks look...spotless," Sky noted as she saw the sticks in Dave's hands.
"Yeah," Dave replied. "Better safe than sorry."
"Love to stay and chat, but I really got to go focus on the game right now!" Sky quickly flew off. "What am I doing wrong?!" Dave cried out.
"Getting in her way," Owen put in as he popped out from behind a tree. "Like I said before, the girl likes winning."
"You know, Owen, sometimes you're really smart." That night, everyone was gathered at the beach. Chris clapped his hands, making the torches light up. "Why do you bother sending us out to get firewood?" Heather wondered.
"I needed some alone time," Chris replied. "You think these hands manicure themselves? Which brings us to the tiebreaking challenge: a Watusi-Twist-Mashed Potato-Dorky-Old School dance contest! Teams, choose your best boogie-er for battle."
"Ooh, you've got to pick me!" Leshawna exclaimed. "My nickname back home? Le-Shakin' It!"
"I vote for Dave," Rodney spoke up, to Dave's surprise.
"We heard you got some fly moves," Justin added.
"Fine, I'll do it," Dave decided. He and Leshawna faced off as Chris switched on some dance music. "Prepare for a world of pain, son," Leshawna declared.
"Bring it," Dave challenged. The two began to dance, but Dave stopped when he saw Leshawna's 'dancing'. Everyone but Harold stood in utter shock while Harold danced with her.
Confessional: DJ (Screaming Gaffers)
"Yeah, I bet I know Leshawna's real nickname back home: Le-bomb-ba!"
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gaffers)
"Primma balleri-no!"
Confessional: Destiny (Screaming Gaffers)
"Leshawna can dance as well as Rodney can sing." She shuddered.
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
"Two words: Fun-ky! What? I loved it."
End Confessionals
Dave continued to dance. He looked at Sky, who turned her head. He then looked at Owen, who shrugged in confusion.
Confessional: Dave (Killer Grips)
"The thing is, if Sky wants to win, why is it unethical for me to help her? I'm Dave first and a Killer Grip second. Uh, can we erase that? Confession may be good for the soul. It's not so good for the teamwork."
End Confessional
Dave winked at Sky as he moonwalked before tripping over a stick. "Dude, get up!" Justin told him. Dave tried to get up but couldn't. "I think I sprained my ankle," he groaned.
"Do something!" Owen cried out. Dave wiggled on the ground. "That's not dancing!" Chris scolded.
"It's modern," Dave argued. "It's, uh, interpritive."
"I interpret as sucking," Duncan put in.
"Shut it, Duncan," Sky scolded. "I ignored Dave and now he's lost his will to go on!"
"You're giving yourself way too much credit. If Dave has that many screws loose, you didn't unscrew any more of them."
"That's my friend you're blalking about!" Destiny argued. "I suggest you watch your lip or I'll deal with you Old-School style!" Sky had to hold her back.
Confessional: Sky (Screaming Gaffers)
"I like Dave...a lot. But I don't want to be responsible for this much mental distress!"
End Confessional
"I can't believe I'm saying this," Chris announced, "But Leshawna and the Screaming Gaffers are the winners. And your reward? The greatest beach party ever pitched!" The Screaming Gaffers cheered at this. Sky noticed Dave getting back to his feet and motioned to meet in the forest. He winced as he followed her. "I know you really wanted to win," Dave began.
"I guess," Sky replied. "You know, you're a pretty good dancer."
"You think?" Dave moonwalked over to Sky. "Your ankle seems better," she told him.
"I'm weird like that," Dave told her.
"You sure are. But Dave, you were acting a bit...off today with all the cleaning stuff. And naming your castle the 'Clean Sky'..."
"The Clean Sky? No! Pavitrata is Hindi for 'purity', like you. What idiot translated that?" The two gave each other a look. "Destiny," they said at the same time.
"I know she means well," Dave sighed, "But seriously!"
"Oh, I know," Sky agreed. The two leaned in closer, with Owen spying from behind a tree. "You guys gonna make out now?" he wondered. He was hit some branches, knocking him out.
The Screaming Gaffers danced at their luau party while the Killer Grips were huddled together. "If the losing team could just follow me to the bus," Chris announced. Paul, covered in motor oil, whispered something in his ear. "Which is broken," Chris added with disdain. "Which means the losers have to stay and watch their rivals gorge on victory and poi."
Harold did a complex dance. Duncan glared before kicking some sand in his face. "What was that for?" Harold coughed out.
"Because you actually have mad skills in dance," Duncan replied.
"Good thing we didn't need them," Leshawna boasted, "Thanks to my smooth moves." Duncan and Sky shared a laugh while Destiny quickly ran off. She noticed Paul relaxing against the bus. "Don't punch me!" he cried out as he covered his face.
"Why aren't you fixing the bus?" Destiny asked. "You've got a fixing quirk, don't you?"
"I'm waiting until morning to fix it. After everything Chris put us through, I deserve a bit of a break." Destiny looked over and saw Sky and Dave walking towards them. "That might be the one good thing you did this season," she told Paul. "Keep it up." She patted his head before skipping away, much to Paul's confusion. "Why do I fell like I want to hug Destiny AND put a restraining order against her?" he wondered as Sky and Dave sat near him.
"That's the duality of Destiny," Dave explained. "She's either your greatest friend or your worst enemy. Just look at Shawn and Alejandro." Paul just leaned back, and the trio looked up at the starry sky.
At the beach, Owen was eating the Killer Grips' castle. "How is it, Omar?" Lindsay asked.
"As good as a dirt encrusted magazine can be," he answered. He let out a burp, getting some on Lindsay. Justin sat down next to Beth. "Thanks for winning us the sand castle contest," he began. "Especially since I blew the surfing challenge. You really saved my bacon...or should I say facon?" Beth giggled a bit. "Except I kinda noticed you gave everyone on the team friendship bracelets. Everyone but me. Aren't we friends, Beth?"
"Of course!" Beth replied. She pulled off her bracelet. "Here. It's kind of wet. My palm's a little sweaty."
"Red, nice." Beth smiled as Justin put on her friendship bracelet.
Confessional: Justin (Killer Grips)
"Let's just say I'll do anything to win. Anything. 'Ooh, Beth, I love it. I was thinking, Beth, it could be really good for us...if we were in an alliance'."
End Confessional
Chris paused the camera from the studio room. "Wow," he commented, "Dude is as crafty as he is good looking. Maybe we're related." He laughed. "He wishes!"
"Uh, no, Chris," Justin replied, to his shock. "No, I don't." Chris quickly turned off the camera. "Poor, delusional guy could never even swim in my gene pool," he said. "More importantly, tune in next time to watch more me, and a few minutes of Justin, on Total...Drama...Action!" He walked off. "Which one of you geniuses left the two-way mic on?"
Here's episode 4! Again, most of the stuff stayed similar to canon, with some tweaks to the Sky/Dave interactions. Now I know it looks like the same thing's happening to Dave as it did to Trent in canon, but hear me out. Unlike Trent's nine obsession, Dave's cleaning obsession wasn't as sudden as it was introduced in Island, and it hasn't gone too far like canon.
Now for a quote for the beach movie genre.
"Remember that movie about the robot who drank liquor from an abandoned spaceship, turned into a vampire middle school teacher who taught the entire school how to salsa dance, and then went on to win the regional championship?" McKenzie
"Yeah." Brady
"That movie made more sense than this." McKenzie
-From Teen Beach Movie
And since this is the beach movie challenge, I made quite a few references to the show Stoked, a show made by the creators of Total Drama which I really recommend seeing.
The interns Lara and Paul are OCs created by LaCuevademisgustos.
The next episode is the one of the Total Drama episodes that has gone down in infamy like Sundae Muddy Sundae and the Pahkitew finale, but I'm sure to rewrite it to make even Jesse James and Buffalo Bill proud. Until next time, this is Dunsparce519 saying enjoy and have a good day.