It was the night of Sky's elimination. Everyone was walking back to the trailers. "Everything is so much smaller than I remembered," Izzy noted.
"I still can't believe Sky made a side deal with the other team," Duncan told the Gaffers. "Didn't know she had it in her."
"I remember that bush. I remember that tree. I...OOF!" Izzy tripped over a rock. "Oh, I remember that rock," she recalled. "Hey, rock."
"Well, I can't believe they let Izzy back," Heather complained. "They totally negated our numbers advantage. And that's the only advantage we had."
"Don't be starting something, girl," Leshawna warned her.
"If it makes you guys feel better," Rodney told the Gaffers as he carried a sleeping Destiny, "I don't like the idea of Izzy returning, either."
"Looks like all that rage tuckered the kid out."
"Why are you still carrying her, then?" Harold wondered.
"Considering how she took what's happened in the past few hours," Rodney answered, "I'm not taking any chances with her."
"Mud Bomb won't work on Gengar, Greggy," Destiny mumbled, still half-asleep. "He has Levitate. Try the move Assurance instead."
"She sleep-talks in Dweeb," Heather grumbled. "How wonderful." Lindsay let out a yawn. "Well, goodnight, everybody," she decided. She tried to open the door to the girls' trailer but it was stuck. "Hey, who locked the door?" Duncan complained as he tried to open the door to the boys' trailer.
"Let me try it," Izzy suggested. She rammed the door but couldn't budge it. A siren soon rang out. "Cops!" Izzy gasped as she hopped off.
"Scorching Typhlosion!" Destiny cried out with worry as she bolted awake. "Where's the fire?!" An ambulance dropped off a stretcher that was lumpy and covered with a sheet. "Ew, what is that?" Heather gasped. "A dead body?"
"Or an undead body," Duncan pointed out.
"That would be swiller to see!" Destiny gushed. Chris rose up from the stretcher. "Boo!" he exclaimed. Harold screamed and leaped into Leshawna's arms. "Calm yourselves," Chris assured them, "No one's dead...yet. I'm here to prep you fluffy ducks for our most awesome challenge yet. These textbooks hold the sum total of eight years of med school, and each one of you gets one because tomorrow, we're gonna play Doctor!" Duncan rolled his eyes as he held one of the textbooks.
Confessional: Duncan (Screaming Gaffers)
"I hate doctors. They just get off on telling people stuff they don't wanna hear like...like 'Don't pick at that scab' or 'If you eat nothing but pickled eggs, you'll die'. Hey, don't tell me what I can't eat. Now playing doctor...playing doctor I can handle."
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
"I could be a doctor if I wanted to." An intern powdered his cheeks. "I have plenty of hands-on experience because I've contracted more than 300 known diseases." The intern pulled back her hand. "And I've been cured of nearly all of them. But there is no known vaccine for loving Leshawna."
End Confessionals
"To win this challenge," Chris explained, "You're gonna wanna memorize the entire contents of these textbooks...by morning."
"But it's already so late!" Heather argued.
"You got that right." Chef drove up in a pizza delivery golf cart. "What med school all-nighter would be complete without pizza?" Chris put in. Chef put a stack of pizza in Owen's hands. "Mmm, that smells GOOD!" Owen gushed as he took a whiff.
"It's gotta be a trick," Leshawna decided.
"More like method acting," Chris explained. "Med school interns consume 850% more pizza than the average human. So, dig in, cause there's plenty more where that came from." He hopped onto the golf cart as it drove off. "Looks okay," Duncan said as he took a slice of pizza. "Smells okay. Tastes..." He took a bite. "Incredible!"
"How is that even possible?" Heather thought. In the kitchen, DJ was twirling some pizza dough. "Keep 'em coming," Chef told him. "I'll add the final cheesy touch." He shook some cheese on the cooked pizzas. "My team's gonna wonder where I am," DJ put in with worry.
"Not as long as they're eating, they won't," Chef argued. "So hush up and spin that dough. Spin like the wind." Lacey watched the whole scene through the window before running off. "Interesting..." she thought.
The Grips were reading by the campfire, though Rodney was still holding Destiny. "Hey, Beth," Justin wondered, "Do I squint when I read?"
"I don't know," Beth stammered as her face flushed red like a ripened strawberry. "Your shirt's distracting me. Unless you-" She gasped as she saw Justin's exposed chest. She knocked his book out of his hands. "I'll just read the book to you," Beth giggled. "Spare your beautiful eyes." She cleared her throat. "Chapter One: Anatomy." She blushed again and gave a nervous giggle. "Is it getting hot in here?"
"Blech!" Destiny gagged. "He's not worth the blushing!"
"Hey," Owen spoke up between bites of pizza, "You know what my brothers and me did once? We had a no-hands pizza-off. You should've been there."
"Let's pretend I was!" Izzy decided. Here." She chomped at the pizza without using her hands. "You're magnificent," Owen told her. Izzy shook a slice of pizza around, splattering sauce everywhere. "My hair!" Lindsay cried out as it splattered on her head.
"My clothes!" Destiny moaned as pizza sauce got on her dress.
"My pecs!" Justin complained as some sauce got on his chest.
"My pizza!" Owen gasped.
Confessional: Izzy (Killer Grips)
"I am so glad to be back. I was top of my pre-med class before the RCMP started chasing me, so this should be a snap! And Owen is just the sweetest thing ever! If he were a candy bar, he'd taste like caramel-covered marshmallows!"
Confessional: Owen (Killer Grips)
"It's totally awesome that Izzy is back. Yeah! It's like Christmas but with pizza! It's Pizz-mass!"
End Confessionals
"This pie is rad!" Duncan exclaimed as he leaned back in a chair. "Who knew Chef could rock the 'za?"
"Aren't you having any, Leshawna?" Harold asked her.
"Do not fret," Ethan assured her as he carried a few more boxes of pizza. "There's plenty for you all." Leshawna just looked at them.
Confessional: Leshawna (Screaming Gaffers)
"I love pizza, but me and dairy do NOT agree, and brother, you do not want to be around for that."
End Confessional
"Well," Dunan decided as he took another slice of pizza, "No pizza for Leshawna means more for the rest of us."
"Hey, slow down," Harold cautioned. "DJ hasn't had any yet?"
"Where is DJ?" Heather wondered. DJ slipped in and joined the rest of his team. "I've been the whole time, obviously," he fibbed. "Now hand me some pie." Duncan tossed his slice of pizza to him. DJ took a bite and smiled. "I am good," he quietly complimented.
"Hey, guys," Rodney asked the Gaffers as he ran into the craft services tent, "Anyone seen Destiny? I've lost her." They heard Destiny shriek and a BASH from her guitar. "Well, I'm not gonna just watch y'all eat," Leshawna decided as she got up. "Tomorrow's a reward challenge. No need to bust our humps when no one's getting kicked off."
"The lady has a point," Duncan agreed. "I'm out."
"I better check where I heard that scream," Ethan decided as he joined the duo as they walked outside. "Best of luck tomorrow."
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gaffers)
"I could've forced them to stay, but it's not like they'll help us win. I mean, medical terms? Please. Those two will only come in handy if the challenge is about piercings or plus-sized shopping."
End Confessional
While Ethan looked for Destiny, Duncan was whistling a tune. "Now that Sky's gone," Leshawna said in a hushed tone quiet enough so only Duncan could hear, "We've gotta watch our backs around Heather. I was thinking: what if you, me and Harold form an alliance?"
"You and me and Harold?" Duncan laughed. "In an alliance?!" He laughed again. "I'm serious!" Leshawna sternly told him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Duncan shrugged. "Whatever." Ethan and Leshawna noticed Paul lying in front of a storage door. "What happened to you, kid?" Leshawna asked him.
"Door..." Paul moaned as he tried to sit up.
"The culprit is behind here?" Ethan wondered as he reached for the doorknob.
"Wait! Don't-!" Ethan pulled the door open when Destiny let out another shriek and bashed his head with her guitar. "I thought knights like you had decency," Destiny, wrapped in a towel, scolded as she looked outside. "Now beat it!" She slammed the door shut. "Girl was changing clothes in there," Leshawna realized.
"Now you tell us," Paul moaned as Ethan laid on top of him. It soon became morning, and everyone was gathered in a medical movie set. "So tired," Harold moaned.
"Owie," Lindsay complained. "My brain is full."
"Oh, man," Duncan teased, "Nothing like a good night's sleep, am I right?" Heather made a slashing motion over her neck as everyone else moaned. "Hey, guys," Lara, now cosplaying as Nurse Joy from Pokemon, greeted as she, Ethan, Paul and Lacey saw the cast. "Ooh, you don't look so well."
"They had no sleep while studying," Leshawna explained.
"Yeah," Lacey noticed. "Hey, Gaffers, you're short one."
"Destiny!" Rodney gasped. "She's still AWOL!"
"Where is Miss Modesty, anyway?" Paul wondered. The cast and interns heard Destiny panting as she ran towards them. "Sorry I'm late!" she apologized.
"Girl, what is that?" Leshawna asked her as she pointed to her outfit. Destiny now had a cosplay outfit of Mikan Tsumiki from Danganronpa, from her nurse's outfit to her bandaged arm and leg to even a plum-colored wig with an uneven haircut. "P-please forgive my tardiness," Destiny meekly stammered. "I-I-I can't help it if I'm a clumsy slowpoke."
"Oh, dear," Lara muttered.
Confessional: Lara
"Of all the choices..." She let out a breath and put a hand to her forehead. "As long as things don't go haywire today, there shouldn't be anything to worry about."
End Confessional
"Mornig, competitors!" Chris announced as he burst through the doors. "Or should I say...DOCTORS!" He fired a t-shirt launcher at them, putting a stethoscope and doctor's outfits on the cast. Lindsay was knocked out while Beth screamed at the sudden attire put on her. "Eeek!" Destiny squealed as she was knocked out by her stethoscope, making her fall and expose her underwear.
"Ready for today's big challenge?" Chris asked.
"Some of us are more ready than others," Heather remarked as she glared at Leshawna.
"You made your choice, I made mine," Leshawna countered.
"Destiny?" Harold wondered as he looked at her.
"Pl-pl-please don't look!" Destiny stammered. "Please forgive me!"
"Is it me," Justin whispered to Rodney, "Or is she more cuckoo than usual?"
"Don't talk to me," Rodney scoffed as he turned away.
"Ooh, tension!" Chris commented. "My favorite! Let's take it inside." The cast followed him into the studio. "Keep it moving," Lacey told a tired Lindsay as she nudged her forward with a broom. "Hey, guys, wanna see the action up close?" Paul and Ethan shrugged. "Why not?" Ethan replied.
"That might be for the best," Lara agreed. "I hope we don't see any trouble." The interns slipped inside.
"Today's reward challenge is called 'Visiting Hours'," Chris explained. "And only one member of the winning team will get to enjoy the reward."
"If only one of us gets the prize," Duncan pointed out, "Why even bother trying to win?"
"A challenge is a challenge," Leshawna sighed. "It's one for all and all for one."
"Yeah, but if we win, who gets to be 'the one'?"
"The person who most directly contributes to the win," Heather answered.
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gaffers)
"As in ME! Duh!"
End Confessional
"Chris," Harold spoke up, "You haven't told us what the reward is yet."
"You're very perceptive, Harold," Chris noted. "Let's see if that'll help you and your team assemble...a cadaver!"
"You mean, like, a dead body?" Lindsay gulped.
"No. I mean, like, a giant dead body."
"B-b-but we're not coroners," Destiny stammered. "We don't know how to assemble a body."
"Relax, Worrywart. These tanks contain the dismembered parts of two identical cadavers. Each player will climb their respective team ladder, strap on the bungee cord and jump into the tank with hopes of retrieving a body part. Any parts you find will be snapped in place on the platforms. Use those chains to raise them all the way to the roof, where they'll be reanimated by a blast of lightning. First team to bring a Franken-Chris to life wins. First crack goes to the team who can tell me how to treat someone with a bean stuck up their nose."
"Ooh! Ooh!" Beth called out. "Administer two CC's of pain meds and probe the affected area with a sterile swab."
"Correctamundo!"
"Yes!" Beth soon jumped in her team's tank but was zapped by an electric eel. "What the heck was that?!" she cried out as she clung onto the diving platform.
"Oh, yeah," Chris recalled, "I forgot to mention the electric eels. Three zaps and you're out." Beth jumped again and retrieved a foot. "Got it!" she shouted as she passed it to Owen, who attached it to the platform.
"Okay, next question," Chris continued, "Your patient has an itchy red inflammation on their butt. Diagnosis?"
"Diaper rash," Heather answered. "Apply sauve repeatedly to achieve humectant dispersion."
"Yes." Heather jumped into her team's tank. She was zapped twice before she tossed an arm out. "Got it!" Harold exclaimed.
"Got it," Duncan cut in as he pushed him aside and caught the arm. He stepped over Harold as he walked towards the platform. "Whoops-a-daisy," he mocked.
"Gas pedal," Harold groaned.
"I-it's okay," Destiny nervously assured him as he helped him up.
"Next question," Chris continued, "Your patient has fatigue, a cough and chills. Do you use an anibiotic?"
"N-n-no," Destiny answered, "Because those symptoms are more likely from a virus and need a vaccine."
"Bingo!" As Destiny strapped on her harness, she tripped and fell into the tank, splashing the interns. "Gross!" Lacey gagged.
"Since you're here," Chris told them as he passed each of them a mop, "You can help clean up." The interns gave dissatisfied groans. "I'm sorry," Destiny apologized. "I-I-I tripped!"
"Get a body part!" Heather scolded. "And take a bath! You smell like pig barf!"
"Aah! I'm sorry for being pig barf!" Destiny jumped in again and pulled out a hand, which she tossed to Heather. "Next question," Chris continued, "Your patient's got a white tongue, red eyes and they're oozing gooey crud. Diagnosis?"
"Ooh! Ooh!" Owen called out. "I know this! Pinkus Eyeicus! Treat with two rounds of floppity jibbits!"
"Absolutely correct!" The camera zoomed in on Chris. "I messed around with some of the terms in the textbook," he quietly admitted. Owen jumped next, though the harness couldn't bounce back because of his weight. He still managed to get another leg. "Awesome!" he exclaimed as he tossed it to his team.
"Don't let it touch my hair!" Justin panicked as he fiddled with it. Izzy took the arm and put it on the platform. "Nice work, Iz-" Owen said but the harness broke, sending him into the tank where the eels zapped him.
"Smells like earwax?" Chris asked the Gaffers.
"Pineaple-itis," DJ answered. He jumped into the tank but the eels zapped him. "Fur between the toes?" Chris questioned.
"Stick two horse feathers up the whiz-bang!" Lindsay happily replied. She jumped in and got a body part. The teams were quickly assembling their cadavers. "Waka waka two by four!" Izzy answered.
"Sizzy Pants McGee!" Owen replied after listening to Chris's heartbeat, though Chris had a puzzled look. Duncan was whacking an eel with a stick while Harold was zapped repeatedly until he got a head. Heather attached it to their cadaver. "The Gaffers are ahead by...a head!" Chris announced. Heather pulled out another hand and passed it to Duncan. He used it to pull Harold's pants down. "Gosh!" Harold cried out. "That is so not cool!"
"Alright, you two," Leshawna cut in as she stepped between them. "Seperate!" She turned to Duncan. "Stop getting up in Harold's grill, okay? We win this, maybe you'll get the reward." She went over to Harold, who was holding his pants up. "Don't let him get to you, baby," Leshawna assured him. "He's just playing."
"He's lucky I didn't pull a karate move on him," Harold replied. He did a few moves but his pants fell down again, revealing his red speedo. "Actually," Leshawna continued, "I think you, me and Duncan can form one heck of an alliance!"
"A what?" Harold argued. "With HIM?! Are you nuts?!" He hopped off with his pants at his ankles. "I'm just trying to look out for you!" Leshawna told him. "Unbelievable."
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
"How could Leshawna even talk to Duncan? He's a worthless punk, or my name isn't Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady the Fifth. Please don't tell Duncan about the 'Doris' part!"
End Confessional
"Um, Duncan?" Destiny told him. "I don't think a cadaver is supposed to have two right hands."
"I know what I'm doing!" Duncan scolded. "Yeesh, you're sounding whinier than usual today." He tried to attach the piece but it wouldn't fit. "Ugh!" He tossed it away, where it hit Destiny in the head and knocked her over. "Getting klutzy today?" Paul asked her as he mopped the floor near her.
"I-I-I'm sorry!" Destiny stuttered. "Please forgive me..."
Confessional: Paul
"That girl's a lot of things, but whiny isn't one of them. Neither is klutzy. Something's up."
End Confessional
"Last piece coming your way!" DJ told the Gaffers as he tossed them an arm. Destiny tried to catch it but stumbled and tripped again. Duncan scooped up the piece and placed it on the platform. "The Gaffers have their cadaver," Chris announced. "Time to start yanking some chain and be quick about it cause the Grips are right behind you." DJ and Harold pulled their platform up with the chains. "Got it!" Rodney shouted as he tossed the Grips a head. Owen put it on the platform while the other Grips pulled their chain. "The Grips are still in this," Chris narrated. "Whose cadaver will hit the roof first? And will Destiny quit being so clumsy?"
"Nggaah!" Destiny cried out off-screen. "Don't make me remember!"
"Make sure you come back for all the Total...Drama...Action!"
(cue commercial)
Both teams were pulling their cadavers up. "It's so exciting!" Izzy exclaimed as she grabbed Owen's arm. "I can't take it!" She chomped on his arm. "Ow!" he cried out. "Hubba-hubba."
"Ew, what's this icky sore?" Izzy wondered. "Oh, and you're burning up. Just like my passionate soul." Owen burped, knocking her out. "Mmm, lemony," he noted as he licked the burp.
"Hold on," Justin noted. "Red sores, fever, lemony burps...aren't those symptoms of one of the diseases in the book?!"
"Page 753," Beth recalled. "Mortatistical Crumples Disease...and it's fatal!" Everyone gasped at this news. "Mortatistical Crumples isn't just fatal," Heather added with worry, "It's highly contagious!"
"Okay," Chris decided as he backed up, "Looks like it's quarantine time. See ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya!" He ran out of the room and sealed the door shut. "There's more to this disease than either team knows," he told the camera before running off.
"Hey!" Paul complained as he slammed his fists against the door. "You can't just trap us in here!"
"Seriously weird," Duncan noted. "Owen somehow gets infected with a fatal disease?"
"I'm sure it's just a 24 hour kind of fatal," Owen nervously said.
"You poor, brave dead man!" Izzy declared. "I'll find a cure; I swear!"
"Perhaps I can tend to him," Destiny offered in a timid voice.
"Not a chance!" Lara protested.
"Yeah," Justin agreed. "I'm not letting a nutcase like you treat my teammate."
"N-n-nutcase?" Destiny stammered.
"Quarantine Owen, stat!" Harold ordered.
"Get inside before you kill us all!" Beth cried out as she pumped an air bubble. Duncan, Leshawna and Justin carried a frightened Owen into the bubble. "Ahh!" Heather shouted. "I see another sore...on DJ!"
"It's gotta be some kind of mistake!" DJ argued as he tried to shake the sore off.
"Where is the exit door on these things?" Owen asked.
"There isn't one!" Beth informed him as Lacey, Izzy and Harold carried DJ into another bubble.
"Uh-oh. Getting claustrophobic!"
"Is that another sympton of this dreaded disease?" Ethan gulped.
"Let me out of this crazy thing!" Owen tried to get out but he only bounced the bubble around the room. "Great," Lacey sarcastically quipped. "Now Owen's not only infectious; he's a pinball of death!"
"We need to confirm no one else is infected," Harold decided. "Symptons of Mortatistical Crumples Disease include explosive diarrhea..." Lindsay rushed into the bathroom. "Oh, no," she moaned as she closed the door.
"Itchy lips..." Harold continued. Justin bit his lips. "My-my lips!" he cried out. "They're on fire!" He scratched them until they were inflamed. "Sudden hot flashes..." Harold went on. Beth began sweating enough to create a puddle. "Seasickness..." Heather puked on the floor, which Destiny slipped on. "Loss of balance..." Rodney began stumbing around. "Speaking in tongues..." Izzy began to speak in gibberish. "And temporary blindness," Harold finished. "Anyone? Anyone? Well, that's a relief." He accidentally walked into Izzy. "I'm blind!"
Confessional: Leshawna (Screaming Gaffers)
"I know it's meant to be dangerous and all, but it's still a TV show! No way they'd actually let someone up and die in here, am I right?"
End Confessional
"You think we would," Chris said in the studio room, "But just imagine the ratings!"
Most of the cast were lying on stretchers, moaning in pain. "Pl-please stay calm!" Destiny squeaked out as she prepared some glasses of water. "I-I'll do my best so you can get better."
"Uh, I'll pass," Justin told her as he pushed away his glass of water.
"I understand you two don't get along," Ethan put in as he gave Rodney an ice pack, "But in this dire time, you have to set that aside."
"'Dire time'? I wouldn't be too surprised if she set this whole thing up!"
"M-m-m-me?!" Destiny stammered. "B-but I couldn't!"
"Well, it's strange you haven't come down sick, isn't it?"
"That's just a coincidence!"
"If she did cause this," Paul pointed out, "Her ire should've been directed at Justin only. So how come everyone else is sick?"
"Th-that's right!" Justin just rolled his eyes. "Just keep her away from me, okay?" he told the others as he laid down.
"I'm burning up!" Harold cried out.
"Want me to take your temperature?" Duncan offered as he held up a thermometer. Harold sniffed it. "Is that a rectal thermometer?" he asked as he pushed it away. Duncan put it on Harold's cheek. "You're the sick one!"
"Both of you, stop," Leshawna sternly told them as she shoved Duncan aside. "Here, baby, have a sip of water." Harold took a sip but immediately spat it out. "Ugh, this is nuts! We gotta do something!"
"Have you noticed we're the only ones who didn't study all night and we're the only ones who didn't get infected?" Duncan asked as Leshawna and the interns gathered around him.
"Juvie boy makes a point," Lacey admitted. "I'm starting to seriously question this Mortatisical-Testing-My-Patience junk. We need to get our hands on one of those textbooks. There's gotta be something these guys missed."
"I don't wanna leave everybody sick with...you know who," Paul noted as he pointed to Destiny, who was trying to rub some ointment on Justin's lips but Rodney kept them separated.
"Fair point. You and Destiny are on nurse duty."
"What?! Me with her?! But-"
"Don't panic," Lara assured him. "I'll stay behind and keep an eye on everyone. The rest of you need to figure out what's behind this."
"Good idea," Duncan said, "Except Chris sealed off the only exit."
"Not the only exit," Leshawna replied. She pointed to the platform where the Franken-Chris was. "I'm not a huge fan of heights," Duncan admitted.
"Well, I'm not a huge fan of dying," Lacey countered.
"You got a point." Duncan, Lacey, Leshawna and Ethan stood on the platform and pulled on the chains to raise themselves up. Soon, the four of them were outside. "You boys grab a textbook," Leshawna told Duncan and Ethan. "Biker Chic and I are gonna look in the kitchen."
"Sounds like a plan," Ethan complied.
Confessional: Leshawna (Screaming Gaffers)
"I take a practical approach to life and to this game. Namely, if someone is too nice to you, there has got to be a reason. And it just know it ain't gonna be pretty."
End Confessional
Owen was still rolling around in his bubble when he let out a fart. "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!" DJ cried out.
"My lips!" Justin moaned.
"Maybe they'd feel better if I pressed mine against them," Beth suggested, "Just once, before I die."
"Maybe you just need some lotion," Destiny offered as she walked over. "This remedy should help. Main component is lemon juice."
"Will you just leave?!" Justin scolded.
"Ahh! I'm sorry!" Lara moved Destiny aside. "What is with you two?" she asked Justin.
"Why don't you ask her?" Justin shot back. "She started this mess!"
"Wh-wh-what?!" Destiny cried out. "I didn't!"
"Not even that girl could create an epidemic," Paul commented as he put a towel over Lindsay's forehead.
"There's no way...I could be capable...of this. Do you really...hate me that much, Justin?" Destiny began to cry, hiccuping in between sobs. "Even I'm not that cruel, dude," Paul noted as he shook his head.
"You're not listening to me," Justin told them.
"We know enough," Rodney scoffed. "You got Dave and Sky booted, and Sky was eliminated due to you blackmailing her!"
"Excuse me?! I heard those two talking and Dave confessed to throwing the challenges for Sky! Was I just supposed to let that slide and let more of my team get kicked off? I was only looking out for the well-being of the Grips, not being this deranged mastermind Destiny claims I am!" Rodney just sighed and turned his head away. "I guess you do make a valid point," Paul confessed. "You think so, Lara?"
"I..." Lara began but she quickly noticed something. "Uh-oh. It's gone quiet. Much too quiet."
"So in the end," Destiny said in an ominous tone, "You're just a bully, aren't you? Justifying your actions with fancy words...M-making excuses for why it's not really your fault...It's always like that! Always!"
"D-Destiny?" Rodney wondered with worry.
"'It's all her fault. She's the one with the problem.'" Destiny clutched her hair in anger. "I'm done with that!" she screamed. "You hear me?! I'M DONE!"
"Ahh!" Justin cried out. "What's happened to her?!"
"I think she caught this crazy disease," Rodney said as Paul and Lara looked on with concern.
"Heh-heh-heh-heh," Destiny chuckled. "Don't worry. I know just the cure for what you boys have."
"Maybe she's just trying to help us," Paul nervously hoped.
"Yes...you sick, sick boys need plenty of it. Now, I need to check if Chrissy stashed away some morphine." Paul's eyes widened and he gave a gulp. "She wouldn't really kill us, right?" he asked the others.
"You don't want the answer to that," Lara breathed out as she backed away and hid behind one of the tanks.
Confessional: Lara
"Murphy's Law had to rear its ugly head, didn't it?"
End Confessional
"To my mother," Heather said as she wrote out her will, "I leave you all my many awards and trophies." She puked into a bucket. "To my brothers and sisters, I leave you...nothing. Earn it yourselves, you lazy slackers!" Leshawna, Ethan, Lacey and Duncan burst through the door and noticed everyone's condition. "Let me go!" Destiny cried out as she clutched a syringe and Paul held her back.
"Mother," Harold moaned, "Is that you?"
"Relax, everyone," Duncan announced. "As someone who has extensive experience with forgery, trust me, this text book and everything in it is a total crock. The book covers are really old cereal boxes." His stomach gave a gurgle. "Uh-oh." He rushed towards the bathroom. "Mother of mercy!"
"It can't be a crock," Harold argued. "No one's faking being sick."
"No, but it's still a hoax," Leshawna countered. "Lacey and I just went to Chef's kitchen where we found this cheese."
"Gee, what's in that canister I've never seen before?" DJ wondered. "Parmesean?"
"Funny you should ask," Lacey countered as she appoached him. "It's itching powder and laxatives."
"Chef! How could he?!"
"He could, he would, he did." Lacey gave DJ a glare until she noticed Duncan stepping out of the bathroom. "That explains the diarrhea and itchy lips," he said.
"And Leshawna's the only cast member who didn't get sick," Ethan added, "Because she didn't eat the pizza."
"But wait," Beth put in, "What about the sores on Owen and DJ?" Leshawna popped DJ's bubble and peeled off his 'sore'. "It's just a slice of pepperoni," she explained. "Brother needs to shower."
"First brother needs to pee!" DJ cried out as he rushed towards the bathroom, knocking Duncan off his feet. Owen ate his 'sore'. "Delicious sore," he commented. "Now someone let me out of this bubble!" He pushed at it some before gasping for breath and farting. Izzy walked over with a pin. "Wait!" Heather warned. "Stop! You can't-!" Izzy popped Owen's bubble, which released a cloud of stinky gas. "Ah, fresh air," he breathed.
"Ew, stale air," Justin gagged as he fanned the air. "Smelly, smelly air."
"I think I'm still dying," Harold moaned.
"But what about the other symptoms?" Beth asked. "Blindness, speaking in tongue..."
"First year med-school syndrome!" Izzy realized. "Too much studying and too little sleep can make you think you have every disease in the book!" Harold blinked. "I'm cured!" he exclaimed.
"There's still one pressing issue," Rodney cut in. "If the pizzas and lack of sleep caused this, then explain what's happening to Destiny." Destiny was still struggling with Paul until she knocked him onto a stretcher. "Oh..." he moaned as he tried to regain his senses. However, Destiny quickly strapped him to the stretcher, preventing him from moving. "Stay still, you sick boy," she told him. "I'll get the medicine."
"She's gone crazy," Justin commented.
"No," Lara argued, "She has orc."
"Doesn't she resemble a goblin more?" Duncan teased.
"Not the creature, nitwit! ORC stands for 'Over-Roleplaying Condition'. It's when someone is so deep into cosplaying that they take on more of the persona of the person they're imitating and make them do things they normally wouldn't do. And let's just say the person Destiny's cosplaying, Mikan Tsumiki, is a bit, um, emotionally unstable."
"A bit?!" Paul argued. He got a terrified look as Destiny approached him with a syringe. "How do we cure her, then?" Ethan asked.
"We need to do something that Destiny just can't ignore," Lara reasoned. She gasped and ran towards Rodney. "Perhaps you can sing for us!" she suggested.
"I doubt this is a good time for a song," Leshawna argued.
"And he's one of the worst singers here," Duncan pointed out.
"That's the idea, genius," Lara told him. Paul kept trying to inch away from Destiny. "If you're gonna do something," he begged, "Do it now!"
"Sing it, big guy," Leshawna encouraged.
"I'm not-" Rodney nervously said.
"SING!" Rodney cleared his throat. "Destiny!" he sang off-key, making most of the others cover their ears. "It's not worth the effort!"
"That's not singing," Paul muttered. "That's the sound of hammers going through a conveyor belt." Destiny, however, covered her ears and gave a cry of pain. She ran off, giving Lara a chance to undo Paul's straps. "Rodney," she breathed out as she put a hand over his mouth, "You're a nice guy, but PLEASE STOP SINGING!" She soon passed out.
Confessional: Destiny (Screaming Gaffers)
She was writing on a notepad. "Note to self: don't cosplay as Mikan while in a medical setting or near medical equipment."
End Confessional
"Congratulations, Screaming Gaffers!" Chris announced as he came down on one of the chains. "You just won the challenge! Brilliant diagnostic skills, Duncan and Leshawna. Way to suss it out. And for your reward... Knew I forgot something. Just a sec." He went back up. Leshawna pulled Duncan and Harold over. "Okay, jokers," she began, "All I want is an ironclad alliance to get Heather out of my face. Can we not agree on this?"
"I don't know if I can handle being in an alliance with you and Doris here," Duncan shot back.
Confessional: Harold (Screaming Gaffers)
"How could you? That's the lowest, meanest, dirtiest...GOSH! Well, that's the last secret you're gonna get from this guy! Now you'll never know about my teapot collection, or the fact that I wear a wizard's cape when I play Solitaire..." He widened his eyes in realization.
End Confessional
"I absolutely refuse to be in an alliance with Duncan," Harold told Leshawna. "With you, yes. A hundred thousand kajillion times yes. But with him? Never!"
"I try and help and this is what I get," Leshawna scoffed. "You're a pair of fools." Chris returned with a covered platter. "As I was saying," he continued as he approached the Gaffers, "For your reward..." He opened the platter, revealing the poitraits of everyone's friends and family. "That's my mama!" DJ gasped.
"Ooh, and that's my best cousin!" Leshawna squealed.
"Yep," Chris confirmed, "One of you gets a whole spa night away from this cruddy studio lot with your very best friend. So, who's the lucky stiff?" The Gaffers started to argue until Leshawna suddenly burst into tears. "I'm sorry," she told them, "It's just-" She wiped away a tear. "It's been so stressful. I thought I was gonna lose you. Fighting for your lives...it's all been too much." She cried some more, to everyone's shock. "Wow," Heather gasped, "You actually do have a heart."
"And Leshawna did solve the challenge," Duncan added. "I nominate her to win the reward. All in favor?"
"Aye," Heather, Harold and DJ agreed as they raised their hands. Destiny mumbled something but raised her hand, as well. "No, no," Leshawna breathed out, "I can't believe this. You guys are so beautiful! What a generous..." She went into tears again. "Clean-up on aisle two!" Chris ordered. Paul and Ethan pushed Leshawna out the door with a broom. "Thank you!" she told the Gaffers. "Thank you! You guys are the best!"
"Your ride awaits," Ethan announced as he led her outside to the Lame-O-Sine. Leshawna gave an excited gasp. "Leshaniqua!" she exclaimed as she hopped in. She teared up as she hugged her cousin. "I won!"
"Girl, I cannot believe you've been crying!" Leshaniqua gasped in disbelief. "You never cry. Not even at Ms. Demoninary's funeral!"
"You nuts?" Leshawna replied as she redid her makeup. "I was just making sure they'd vote me the heck out of here for the night."
"I knew it was too fool to be true!"
"Ahh...a night away from Total Drama Pain-In-My-Behind." Chris had seen the scene from the studio room. "Whoa!" he narrated. "I hope they're gonna exfoliate Leshawna'a attitude at the spa, or shove her morals in the sauna and give them a good detoxifying steam. So, will Leshawna come back with cleaner pores or a crazy dirty conscience? Find out next time on Total...Drama...Action!"
Here's episode 8, one of my favorite episodes of the season. I've kept some stuff the same, like DJ in his illegal alliance with Chef. But I also spliced in some new stuff, like the interns getting involved in curing everyone's 'disease', Destiny getting ORC (I just made that stuff up, so you know) and Justin's interactions with Rodney and Destiny.
The interns Lacey, Paul, Ethan and Lara are OCs created by LaCuevademisgustos.
Now for a movie quote for the medical theme of this episode. (Sorry if the movie isn't medical-themed, but this is the trickiest one so far.)
"This whole time I've been living for my treatments, instead of doing my treatments so that I can live. And I wanna live." Stella
-From the movie Five Feet Apart
The next episode will be to die for! As long as Clockwork, Slenderman and Ben Drowned don't appear...hopefully. Until next time, this is Dunsparce519 saying enjoy and have a good day.