It was a few days after the western challenge. The boys were asleep in their trailer when a horn suddenly woke them up. "Whiz dibs!" Duncan shouted. "I called it!" He tried to open the door but it was jammed. "Hey, a little help?"
"This is day 12 of my manicure," Justin told him. "To risk any more cuticle damage would be madness."
"What's wrong with a little manual labor?" Rodney asked him.
"Dudes, I got this," Owen told them. Harold, Rodney and Justin gasped in shock.
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
"Rule number one: do not wake Owen's beast within first thing in the morning."
End Confessional
The guys stared in shock as Owen tried to open the door. "Owen," Harold informed him, "We had cowboy beans last night. You're seriously risking a toxic gas leak."
"That's all I am to you?" Owen shot back. "Some kind of human fart machine?!"
"We just value our lives, is all," Duncan assured him, "Aright, big guy?" Owen got everyone in a group hug. "Aw, I love you guys," he told them, "And I promise I'll never, ever blow another morning-" He let out a small fart. "Starting now." He let out another fart, to the others' disgust. "I mean, now." The guys coughed as the air became stinkier. Over in the girls' trailer, they were having a similar dilemma. "We have to open the door, right?" Sky nervously gulped. "I don't wanna get claustrophobia."
"Oh, boo-hoo," Heather scoffed. "This trailer is as tight as the space between Lindsay's ears."
"Aw, thank you," Lindsay replied.
"I don't see the huge rush," Destiny replied as she put in some black star earrings. "It's just a locked door. Someone could've closed it wrong."
"Is that the same outfit from that episode where Chef chased us in a killer costume?" Lindsay asked her.
"Uh-huh." Destiny modeled her outfit, which was the same one from the psycho-killer episode from last season. "I felt like today is a day for black," she shrugged.
Confessional: Destiny (Screaming Gaffers)
"Knowing Davey got booted last made me more determined to win this season, and sometimes a girl's clothes can reflect that. Black means 'Stay out of my way!'...and wash with similar colors."
End Confessional
"Worry about your clothes later!" Leshawna told Destiny and Lindsay. "We need a way out!"
"Up there!" Sky cried out as she pointed to a vent. "Maybe one of us can squeeze through." She eyed Heather as she walked over. "What?" Heather asked.
Confessional: Sky (Screaming Gaffers)
"Ever since the awful way I got Dave eliminated, I've been waiting for karma to bite me in the butt. But what could I do? He was my weakness, my Achilles' Heel. Everyone has one. Fortunately, Heather has a few useful ones...glittery objects, new hair products, Alejandro, shameless flattery.
End Confessional
"Of course," Sky began, "Only the toothpickiest of us is gonna fit through that vent. I mean, model thin. So surely one of the most athlectic of us would want to show off our natural sleekness."
"For once, I agree with you," Heather decided. "I'll do it."
"Sometimes I really wish I was one of the guys," Leshawna commented. In the boys' trailer, everyone was trying to hold Owen back. "Owen, you'll never fit," Harold told him.
"I can try my best," Owen replied with determination.
"It's not about trying. It's just a scientific fact." Justin tried to climb up. "Ah, a hangnail!" he cried out.
"No time to worry about your hands, Justin," Rodney told him. "Climb! Climb!"
"There'd be a lot more to climb if Mount DJ was here."
"Where is DJ, anyway?" Duncan asked.
"Okay, maggot!" Chef barked out to DJ in the kitchen of the craft services tent. "I'm gonna ride you till your confidence coats the bck of a spoon and your self-respect forms stiff peaks! No more Mama's Boy, DJ. Watch and learn." He cut through some garbage with his butcher's knife. "Uh, what is that?" DJ asked.
"Taste perfection, boy," Chef ordered as he put it in a pot and spooned some into DJ's mouth. "What you're tasting is pride, son." DJ had a look of pain as he swallowed the bite. "The most important virtue in a man's life. Now stir that pot!" Chef left the kitchen. "If Chef wants pride," DJ said, "Mama's gonna show her pride with this special flavor blend: Mama Spice" He pulled out a shaker with hearts on it and sprinkled some into the pot. "What are you doing back here?" a voice suddenly asked. DJ whipped his head around ad saw Lacey standing at the doorway. "Only Chef is allowed back here unless he says so," she continued.
"But he did say otherwise," DJ protested.
"Yeah, right. You were allowed here?"
"What about you? Were you allowed here?" Lacey was about to respond but fell silent. She then heard footsteps. "I've got my eye on you," she told DJ, "And you better not step out of line. If I can handle drunk bikers at my gang's bar, a teddy bear like you will be easy." She left the kitchen.
Meanwhile, the rest of the guys were holding Owen like a battering ram. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Duncan asked him. Owen just let out a determined yell. The guys charged at the door when it suddenly opened, and the boys crashed on the ground in front of the girls. "Hope you all enjoyed your first taste of the gulag," Chris, in a police uniform, told them.
"Gulag?" Lindsay wondered, confused. "I didn't get any gulag."
"Well, prepare for it to get a whole lot worse because today is prison flick day." Everyone moaned at this. "Lovely," Heather commented with sarcasm. "At least we've got the only ex-con on our team."
"It was only juvenile detention," Duncan corrected, "Don't get too excited."
"Ah, prison," Chris said. "The confinement...the claustrophobia...the vile, nasty food...and you're always looking over your shoulder because Mr. Killer Dude wants to cut ya for taking the last tater tot! And no matter how hard you try, digging out spoonfuls of dirt, year after year, there's no escape! Unless you get voted off, of course."
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
"Talk about overkill. This place is plenty prison-like already. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, I should probably be locked up for the ladies' sake, anyways."
End Confessional
"Lockdown, people," Chris announced as everyone was now in a prison movie set. "Let's get this challenge started! Teams, take a prisoner from the competition. And Chef, I mean, Warden, lock 'em up."
"It's in the bag," Justin whispered to the Grips. "Sky owes us!"
"She does?" Rodney asked, confused. "I don't recall that coming up."
"But what if locking her up means she's out of the challenge, though?" Beth pointed out.
"But we can't know," Owen answered. "Remember, we need this bad!"
"Let's flip a coin," Lindsay suggested. "Heads, we win; tails, victory is ours!"
"Remember when Lindsay locked herself in the bathroom?" Heather told the Gaffers.
"She lost it!" Destiny recalled. "Drank everyone's shampoos in case they were magic potions and then buked on herself."
"She'll crack for sure," Duncan commented.
"Choices?" Chris asked. "Gaffers?"
"Lindsay," Heather replied.
"Yay, I win!" Lindsay cheered.
"Grips?" Chris asked them. "Now remember, this is an important choice, especially for perennial losers like yourselves."
"Oh, we shouldn't have any trouble beating Sky," Beth confidently decided.
"But she's an Olympian-level athlete," Rodney pointed out. "We're more likely to bomb than win!"
"Trust me." Beth winked at Sky, who gave a nervous gulp. "Today's first game is...the Prison Chow-lenge!" He pulled off a cloth, revealing different rotten and spoiled food. "Each team of prison chefs whips up the foulest, nastiest, most barf-inducing slop this side of Alcatraz. Sky and Lindsay have to stomach as much as they can. Last one to powerhurl wins!"
"I can't!" Lindsay protested as Chef led her into a cage. "I'm innocent, I tell you! Innocent!"
"That's what they all say," Chris said as she and Sky were locked in their cages.
Confessional: Sky (Screaming Gaffers)
"The Grips said I owed them after Dave threw the challenges for me. Maybe if I help them win this part, we'll be even. I mean, it's no secret that I have one of the weakest stomachs."
End Confessional
"Gross," Lindsay gagged as she saw the prison food. "Oh, no." She held back her puke. "The reward better be worth it," Sky told Chris.
"Have I ever let you down?" Chris asked. "Wait. Scratch that. Anyway, the winning team gets this!" He held up a golden shovel. "What are we supposed to do with a shovel?" Lindsay wondered.
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
"Everybody knows more wars have been won with the shovel than with the sword. Give a man a hole, and what does he have? Nothing. But give a man a shovel, and he can dig a hole to contain the nothing."
End Confessional
"Prisoners ready?" Chris announced. "And culminate! Duncan goes right for the roaches. Harold tops it off with slimy paste and...oh! Here comes the horse lips!"
"Where do you even get these things?" Leshawna wondered.
"They're obviously imported," Harold answered. "Gosh!" The two walked away from their bowl. "How's a self-respecting chef suppose to serve that?" DJ wondered as he approached the bowl. He looked around before pulling out his shaker and putting some into the bowl. "Mama's Spice. And Mama would be proud...I think."
"Nice work, Beth," Justin complimented as Beth passed him some hairy brushes. "I knew I could count on you." Beth giggled a bit before fainting, though her retainer fell in the food. "A whole lot of dead hair going into the Grips' concoction," Chris narrated as Justin added the hair and Owen walked over. "Oh, and what's this?" Owen shook his hair, making some dandruff fall into the food. "On top of spaghetti all covered with flakes," Chris sang, "And Sky has to it cause thems just the breaks! Okay, time's up, and jailbirds, hope your appetites are prime."
"Feeling queasy?" Justin asked Sky as he passed her the Grips' bowl, which had Owen's dandruff and live maggots. Sky's cheeks turned green at the sight. "You don't have to eat the maggots," Rodney whispered to her. He noticed Justin glaring at him. "What?"
"We have the braised horse lips with the goat brains fricassee and the fish gut reduction," Harold explained to Lindsay as he passed the Gaffers' bowl to her, "Topped off, of course, with some toenail clippings. Bon appetit."
"Horse lips are low fat and low carb, right?" Lindsay wondered.
"Are you maggots ready?" Chris announced. "One minute to down that chow. And...dig in!" Sky ate a spoonful of her bowl.
Confessional: Sky (Screaming Gaffers)
"I was imagining every horrifying, barf-inducing thing I could think of: the frog quiche from last season, the time I swallowed a butterfly while riding my bike, my reaction after my sister and I rode on our first roller coaster...but nothing was working!"
End Confessional
Lindsay cautiously took a bite from her bowl. "Wow," she breathed out, "That's...delicious!" DJ nodded his head in satisfaction. "It's like I'm eating an angel's wings!" Lindsay gushed. She put the whole bowl to her mouth and scarfed the food down, to the Gaffers' shock. Sky took another bite but ended up coughing up Beth's retainer. "Thanks," Beth told her as she picked it up. "My dad would've killed me." She put the vomit-covered retainer in her mouth. Lindsay gagged at the sight before puking all over Sky. "Sky keeps it down for the Screaming Gaffers and wins the reward!" Chris announced. The rest of the Gaffers cheered as Duncan held the golden shovel. Sky then puked. "Aw, don't worry, Sky," Chris assured her as he opened her cage, "You and your Gaffers have the golden shovel. They'll be thanking you in the elimination challenge."
"Thanks, Sky," Lindsay quietly told her as she wiped her mouth. "So much for our deal." Sky just gave a little moan as she walked off. "What were you and Lindsay just talking about?" Heather asked with suspicion.
"The weather," Sky told her with some annoyance. "Windy and cold with an 80% chance of barf." She wiped some puke off her face and flung it at Heather's head before walking off. "You're up to something," Heather told her, "And I am finding out what."
"You're not gonna find anything," Destiny argued. "Know why? Because there's nothing to find! Now you better leave Sky alone or else!" Sky overheard this and gave a sad sigh.
Confessional: Sky (Screaming Gaffers)
"I wish Destiny was right about that. But my hands are tied. I have to make sure we lose in order to make things right with the Grips. Ugh, how was Scott able to pull this off?"
End Confessional
"Chef, sir," DJ told Chef as he ran up to him, "Did you see that challenge? You were right, Chef; pride is everything. Thank you."
"You've learned nothing!" Chef barked back.
"But-but-but pride, Chef..."
"Pride?! Pride and two bucks will get you a cup of coffee. What a man really needs is loyalty. If it wasn't for Beth's disgusting retainer thing, you could've blown it for the whole team!"
"Oh, wow."
"I was once like you," Chef confessed to DJ, "Young, weird, kinda ugly, but you've got a gift. Now own it. Don't let it go to waste...like I did. Meet me in the kitchen after the challenge. You're on permanent KP duty, soldier." As he walked off, he was unaware that a certain biker was listening in.
Confessional: DJ (Screaming Gaffers)
"Who knew Chef was such a softie? But I can't argue with the man. I got the gift. More spice." He pulled out his shaker and hugged it. "I love my mama."
Confessional: Lacey
"Chef and DJ suddenly becoming buddy-buddy? Please. Those two are up to something."
End Confessionals
(cue commercial)
"Elimination challenge, here we go!" Chris announced a while later. "No 'Get Out of Jail Free' cards here, people. This is 'Escape From Total Drama Pen'. Each team must hop in their laundry carts while one member pushes through the obstacle course to freedom. When you reach the wall, get digging. First team to reach the boxcar to freedom wins immunity. Convicts, select a pusher."
"I'll do it!" DJ volunteered.
"You sure you can handle the pressure?" Sky questioned. "Everything's riding on this. I don't want you to be held responsible in case we lose." Heather gave a gasp of surprise. "I should probably lie down," DJ said with worry. He hopped into the laundry basket. "It's okay, DJ," Sky assured him, "I'll do it." She winked at the Grips, and all but Rodney winked back. "The girl is seriously sketchy," Heather commented, getting a glare from Leshawna and Destiny. "I, for one, refuse to trust her."
"I trust ANYONE more than I trust you," Leshawna countered. "Now get up in that cart and shut it, Miss Sourpuss I'm-Gonna-Vote-You-Off-Next."
"I second that," Destiny agreed. "We'll need Sky's speed in order to get a leg up. Now clam it or there's gonna be a prison brawl!"
"Seriously, Heather," Duncan added, "Shut it." Heather just glared at them as they hopped into the laundry cart. "So," Beth said to the Grips, "Which of you guys is pushing us." Owen gave a cry as he clutched his leg. "Dang trick knee's been acting up since that time I, uh, pushed it to the max at the, uh, sports thing," he told them as he hopped into the cart.
"Aw, poor thing," Lindsay moaned with sympathy. "Justin, we could use some real manliness here."
"Look, girls," Justin told them, "The Gaffers have Sky pushing. We don't want it to look too uneven. I think we need a girl, too, to hide the whole cheating business." He turned to Lindsay. "And beautiful, the way you took on that last challenge nearly blew my mind." Lindsay blushed at his words. "Uh, guys?" Rodney spoke up. "Not to sound like Ezekiel, but I don't think either of the girls can be able to push Owen. And with Sky pushing for the Gaffers, we need raw strength on our side, which I have. I'll do it."
"Rodney, buddy..." Justin coaxed.
"I'm doing it, and that's final." Justin gave a defeated sigh. "Fine," he gave in, "I'm not gonna fight you on this."
Confessional: Justin (Killer Grips)
"If we lose, and that's a huge if, Rodney is getting my vote. Besides, I saw him during the eating challenge. He's the reason we don't have that advantage."
End Confessional
"This is it, teams," Chris announced as everyone was ready and Lacey held up a checkered flag. "On your marks...get set...ESCAPE!" Lacey swung her flag, and Sky quickly pushed the Gaffers' basket forward, leaving behind a trail of dust. Rodney, however, was moving his team's basket very slowly. Sky easily made it past most of the obstacles, with one of them hitting Heather in the head. "Come on, Ronald!" Lindsay encouraged.
"Move those legs!" Justin cheered.
"Do you know how much you and Owen weigh?" Rodney panted. He strained as he moved the basket forward. "At least your weight and mine are muscle, Justin," he continued. "Owen, not so much."
"Wow, Sky," Beth called out to her, "You're going even faster than Dave ever could." Sky overheard this and suddenly skid her cart to a halt. "Is there a problem?" Heather asked her.
"Ow," Sky moaned as she held her leg. "Cramp in my leg."
"Good girl," Justin complimented as Rodney pushed the Grips' basket forward. "Dave would be proud."
"For getting a cramp?" Destiny wondered in confusion.
"Were they talking about Dave?" Heather accused as she faced Sky. "The guy that got voted off the other day? Coincidence? Or did you and the Grips cut a deal?"
"Knock it off, Heather," Sky told
"I give you serious props for the nefarious scheme, but if it's true, then you are a goner."
"I am seriously cramping up! Agh!" Duncan and DJ looked at each other. "If she's got a cramp, she's got a cramp," Duncan said. "Even vampires can get them."
"I have just the thing for cramps!" Heather yelled out as she waved her fist. "Now get pushing!"
"I can help with that while Firefly recovers," Destiny spoke up. She pulled out her guitar and used it as an oar to push their cart forward. "Isn't that...cheating?" Sky asked her.
"Don't think so," Destiny replied. Rodney kept pushing the cart forward when Beth noticed the wall quickly approaching. "Rodney?" Beth gulped. Justin opened his eyes and saw the wall. "Rodney?!" he gasped. Rodney was too busy pushing to hear them. "RODNEY!" Beth and Justin shouted as they hugged each other in fear.
"I'm trying!" Rodney panted.
"THE WALL!" Rodney looked up and saw the wall. He skid the cart to a stop, but he was flung forward and crashed into the wall. "Oh..." he moaned as he slid down.
"I was having this terrible dream," Owen moaned as he woke up. "I was on this show, and we were in prison, and we had to-" He took a look around. "Aw, nuts. Uh, beer nuts."
"Get digging, Sleepy McBumperhead," Beth ordered as she passed him a spoon.
"What happened to him?" Destiny wondered as she pointed to Rodney.
"Most likely inertia," Harold explained. "When an object is still, it will resist movement unless an outside force acts on it. However, when an object is moving, it will resist stopping or changing direction-"
"And makes Rodney go SPLAT?" The Gaffers reached the wall. "Someone's dirt's in my hole," Leshawna declared as she hopped out. "I'm gonna get it out!" She dug at a fast pace with the golden shovel. "Easy, Leshawna," Sky cautioned, "You might hurt yourself!"
"Would it kill you to offer a little encouragement?" Heather argued. "Like someone who wants to win might do?!"
"Sue me for caring about the well-being of my teammates! Heck, look at Destiny!" Destiny was shaking Rodney awake. "You okay?" she asked him. Rodney saw images of angels that looked like Helga flying around his head. "You're a pretty angel, snowflake," he slurred. Destiny slapped him on the cheek, leaving a red mark. "OW!" he screamed as he came to his senses.
"Go join your team, Romeo," Destiny sternly told him. "And you better hope Helga isn't watching this."
"So," Chris said to Chef as they sat by the boxcar, "You ever seen that prison flick, the one with the guy in it? You know, the guy with the face?" Chef nodded his head no. "So, were you doing anything after work? We could always rent a...or not. I was...busy anyway. Very busy. Just throwing it out there."
"Maybe you can get busy working on my paycheck," Lacey put in as she lugged a huge box towards them. "How much longer till I get it?"
"Not long," Chris replied. "Now, go put that box over there."
"But I just brought it from there! THREE TIMES!"
"Do the crime, do the time, prisoner. Maybe that'll teach you not to go joyriding my vehicles." Lacey glared at Chris before she grumbled as she carried the box off.
"Justin," Lindsay spoke up as Owen and Beth kept digging with their spoons, "I can hear them way ahead of us!"
"Chill," Justin assured her as he looked at his reflection in the spoon, "Sky's throwing the game, remember?"
"Oh, right! I keep forgetting."
"Yeah. Okay, what do you say we rachet this operation back a notch, huh?"
"Why aren't you digging?" Rodney asked Justin as he crawled towards his team. "If you don't dig, we'll lose and have to vote someone off. And by the way things are looking, you're not pulling your weight."
"There's no need," Lindsay told him, "Sky's gonna throw the challenge for us!"
"But Sky's the fairest competitor here! She wouldn't do something like that. Unless..." Rodney gave a gasp. "Did you guys force her to lose on purpose?!"
"We didn't force her to do anything," Justin calmly replied. "She's just repaying her dues for what she and Dave did."
Confessional: Rodney (Killer Grips)
"Sky doesn't owe the Grips anything! Yes, Dave did throw the challenges for her, but she didn't tell him to do it. Heck, she even told him to stop. So why does Justin think she owes us? I thought Destiny's claims of Justin being a bad guy were ridiculous, but now there seems to be some truth in what she's saying."
End Confessional
Meanwhile, the Gaffers were digging their tunnel. "Yeah!" Harold cheered. "Alright! Now that's what I'm talking about!"
"I'm starting to like our chances," Heather commented.
"Oh, yeah!" Destiny exclaimed. "Victory, thy name is the Screaming Gaffers!" Sky had a worried look until she got an idea. "Eek!" she cried out. "The walls are closing in! I'm a caged animal! I can't take another...AHH!" She grabbed the golden shovel and bashed it over Harold's head, knocking him out.
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
His bump was bandaged. "Classic prison madness. And that shovel thing? Heck, everyone knows first day of prison: break something over some big dude's back, then nobody messes with you. I'm kinda scared of Sky now...and kinda attracted to her. Don't tell Leshawna! Or Heather! Or Destiny! Or Sky!"
End Confessional
"It's okay, Sky," Destiny assured her as she gave Sky a hug. "Nothing to worry about. We're here."
"Team, we're the Screaming Gaffers," DJ rallied, "And we're gonna win even if we have to dig with our bare hands! Even if we have to eat our way out!" Leshawna smiled at this. "Danger Boy, Toothpick, Soul Patch, Puke Breath, Punkette, Mama's Boy's right," she told the others. "Let's get our dig on!" The tunnel burst open, and Izzy popped her head through. "Kaleidescope?" the Gaffers wondered. Izzy gave a few barks and yips. "Yep, I'd say that's her," Duncan confirmed.
"I've been living underground amongst the prairie dogs," Izzy explained. A prairie dog rose from her camo hat and waved its fist. "Aw, Butchy, it's okay. These are my friends."
"You are a Killer Grip," Heather pointed out. "One of our sworn enemies."
"Being on different teams doesn't automatically make you an enemy," Destiny argued.
"Friends, enemies...living down here...it, like, changes your whole perspective," Izzy told them. "Follow me! I know a shortcut to the finish line!"
"A shortcut?" Sky nervously asked.
"Isn't it great, Sky?" Heather told her in a taunting manner. "We're totally gonna win, Sky."
Confessional: Sky (Screaming Gaffers)
"What choice did I have? If my team knew the truth, I'd be toast."
End Confessional
"And of course I became a second-in-command prairie dog," Izzy rambled as they crawled through the tunnel. "Which meant I'd shared all the prairie dog council meetings and...oh, oh, here we are!"
"Let me out of this hole!" Leshawna exclaimed. She pushed a rock away and popped her head up. "Aw, heck no!" she complained. The Killer Grips had already crossed the finish line and everyone, minus Rodney, were cheering their victory. "We won, we won!" Izzy exclaimed as she popped up.
"We?" Leshawna asked.
"What? It's way more fun to be on the winning team." Izzy ran towards her old team. "They actually won?" Sky wondered as she popped her head up.
"Try not to look so upset, traitor!" Heather told her.
"Get down!" Destiny scolded as she pulled her down by the leg. She looked at the Killer Grips. "That's wunny," she thought out-loud. "The Grips won, so why isn't Rodney glappy about it?"
"Alright, Killer Grips!" Izzy exclaimed as she joined them. "Hi-five!"
"Oh, no," Rodney sternly told her. "We voted you off fair and square."
"Uh-uh. You voted off Kaleidescope."
...
The scene flashed back to her elimination. "Izzy!" Chris announced. "Time to go!"
"I'm not going anywhere," Izzy said. "That's not my name!" Chris looked at Chef. "Girl likes to be called Kaleidescope," he shrugged.
"Can I get a pen over here?" Chris asked with annoyance. A pen was tossed to him. "It says E-Scope now, okay? Yo, guys? Wanna make sure we keep this ballot in the files as an official record of Kaleidescope's departure. I'll notarize it. Foresight. That's why they pay me the big bucks."
...
"So," Owen realized, "Izzy's still technically in the game!"
"Stupid loopholes," Rodney grumbled.
"I feel your pain, dude," Lacey sighed as she sat down a huge box next to him. "McLean better not ask me to-"
"Oh, intern!" Chris called out. "I need that box over here now!" Lacey took of her bandana and covered her face with it before she let out a muffled scream of frustration. Later, everyone was in the craft services tent. "If you were food," Owen told Izzy as they stared at each other, "You'd be dessert. Chocolate-covered chocolate with chocolate sauce and sprinkles. Chocolate ones."
"That is so nice, Owen!" Izzy giggled. "You're a banana split with, like, 26 bananas and a whole lot of split."
"It's so sad that you'll be kicked off tonight," Heather informed Sky, who looked depressed.
"What makes Your Royal Smugness so sure?" Destiny countered as she tuned her guitar.
"I saw through your little stunt," Heather continued to Sky. "You threw the challenge. We'd still be in that tunnel if it wasn't for Izzy. You're gonna pay."
"You're just saying that to get your way, like always!"
"Sky, here," DJ offered as he passed her a plate of food. "After all the barfing, running and digging, you need to keep your strength up."
"Thanks, DJ," Destiny replied. "We can always count on you." Heather just rolled her eyes. Destiny noticed Sky's sullen look. "Don't look so soomy," she told her. "Maybe some music will brighten you up." She began to play on her guitar. "I just can't escape," she sang, "It's like you're here with me now
"But the words you say
"They always seem to fade out
"Since you been away
"I'm just a face in the crowd
"Someday, someday
"I know you're coming back down
"Someday, someday
"I know you're coming back down." Tears got in Sky's eyes, and she cried as she ran outside. DJ and Destiny looked on with concern. "Maybe Hollywood Undead wasn't the best choice," Destiny admitted.
Soon, the Screaming Gaffers were seated at the Gilded Chris ceremony. Everyone put in their votes. "Time's up!" Chris, in his blue tuxedo, announced. "I'll tally the votes. Duncan, Leshawna, DJ, Harold and Destiny...another award and another day to compete. Tonight's final Gilded Chris and another chance at the five million goes to..." Heather glared at Sky while Sky had a concerned look. "..."
"..."
"..."
"...Heather!" Heather pushed Chris aside after collecting her statue. "Sorry, Sky," she half-heartedly told her. "You're not the winner. You lost, so you're a loser. It's just logic." Sky lowered her head in defeat. "But that can't be!" Destiny gasped. "Who voted for-?" Leshawna, Harold and DJ raised their hands. "I though it was for her own good," DJ tried to explain.
Confessional: Leshawna (Screaming Gophers)
"Voting for Sky? Yeah, that hurt. I'm not saying Heather was right, but something must've gone off Sky, smacking Harold upside his sweet little head like that. Girl wasn't right. And when you're not right, you're wrong."
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
"Thing is, if Sky had stayed in the game, according to prison rules, I'd either have to break a shovel over her head or fall in love with her. Obviously, neither option was feasible."
Confessional: DJ (Screaming Gaffers)
"I don't like doing this, but I think the competition is taking a toll on Sky's well-being. On the plus side, at least she'll have Dave to go to."
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gaffers)
"My vote plus Leshawna's, Harold's and DJ's means Sky goes bye-bye. Hope the betrayal was worth it."
End Confessionals
Sky started to walk towards the Lame-O-Sine when she and the Gaffers noticed Rodney trying to approach them as the other Grips held him back. "What are you guys doing here?" Leshawna wondered.
"I need to tell you guys-" Rodney began. However, Lindsay tried to cover his mouth. "Ronny, don't!" she told him.
"Tell us what?" Destiny asked.
"Nothing important," Justin assured them.
"Yeah," Owen agreed, "It's-"
"Justin and the rest of the Grips told Sky to throw the challenge!" Rodney blurted out. Most of the Gaffers gave gasps of shock. "See?" Heather pointed out. "Straight out of the horse's mouth."
"WHAT?!" Destiny cried out in disbelief. "He must be lying!"
"When does Rodney lie?" Harold argued. Destiny looked at Sky for an answer, but Sky just walked off. Destiny then shifted her gaze to Justin. "So it's your fault she's leaving?" she bitterly told him. "Guess what, Pretty Boy? My license to kill has just been renewed!" She tried to go after him but Rodney held her back.
Confessional: Destiny (Screaming Gaffers)
"Pretty Boy. Gonna. Pay."
End Confessional
Chef handcuffed Sky's hands. "Dead girl walking!" he shouted. As the two headed down the Walk of Shame, Duncan approached them. "Leave her and take me," he told Chef.
"Sure," Chef shrugged as he removed Sky's handcuffs, "Whatever."
"What? Wait, wait, okay, I didn't actually mean..."
"Sorry, Duncan," Sky interrupted as she put the handcuffs back on her hands. "My fate is already sealed." As Sky sat in the Lame-O-Sine, she noticed most of the Gaffers watching her leave. "Sorry, girl," Leshawna told her with a wave.
"You leaving won't be in vain!" Destiny declared as Rodney held onto her.
"Say hi to Dave for us," DJ said. Sky smiled a bit as the Lame-O-Sine drove off.
Confessional: Sky (Screaming Gaffers)
"Definition of 'lousy'? Being a girl of your word and having to vote yourself off. Whoever's in charge of karma, that better count for something!"
End Confessional
"Folks are getting feisty," Chris narrated as he stood back up, though a little tattered. "Voting yourself off may win you a couple of karma points, but it definitely loses you five million bucks. Check...you...later."
So, here's episode 7. You probably saw Sky's elimination coming, though this episode has its tweaks, like Sky's send-off and Rodney telling the Gaffers exactly how the Grips won. (I'm not sure if that was explained in canon.)
Now for a prison movie quote. (Thanks to LaCuevademisgustos for recommending the movie.)
"If I don't get out, I will kill you." Swan Rottmayer
"Fair enough." Breslin
-From Escape Plan
The intern Lacey is an OC created by LaCuevademisgustos.
The song Destiny sang was 'Coming Back Down' by Hollywood Undead.
The next episode will have the cast construct a cadaver and hope they don't catch Mortatistical Crumples Disease. Until next time, this is Dunsparce519 saying enjoy and have a good day.