"Oh, yeah, baby! Welcome to Toronto, a shabby city in Canada, which is basically the Deon Blade to the USA's Dukester! Get it? Cause I'm the undeniable king of the ring?" A man revealed himself to be standing on the very top of a large train station. He bounded from the top of the building, coming crashing down in an impressive stance on the sidewalk beneath him. Of course, the dozens of innocent Canadian citizens that roamed the street were mortified to see this man just jump off the roof, but being the impressive peak of human performance that he was, he turned out to be just fine.

This man was bulky as far as his mass went, and he had muscles that clearly weren't hanging around to joke. His lightly tanned skin glistened in the beaming sunlight, only succeeding in making him look like more of an icon than he already looked like. He was a tall fella, too, much taller than pretty much everybody that walked around him. His eyes were deep blue blue color, and they carried a stare that meant business. His hair was dirty blonde, being pretty wavy, but kept under a pink bandana for the most part. He had a pair of black shades with yellow "x"s across the lenses sitting up at his forehead, which he soon slid down to cover his eyes. His jacket looked like it should've been on a wrestler that made their debut in the eighties, having a pink buttoned up vest with yellow sleeves that had some yellow tassels dipping down from them. His pants were a matching yellow, and he had black combat boots on to complete the look. "This show was already iconic enough with me alone, but the company schmucks wanted me to bring along twenty-two teams…which are about to arrive at the train station just behind me!"

The wrestler used his thumb to point over his shoulder at the massive train station, grinning wide as he could. "These teams are about to have one hell of a smackdown…and by smackdown, I mean a race! We'll have them traveling all over the world in hopes to get a chance to win a grand prize of one million buckeronis! I'm your host, Duke 'The Dukester' Dodson, and this is The Ridukeulous Race, yeah, brother!"

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"Man, these teams better get here soon! I gotta introduce the name of the game to them, and I can't go get some local grub until I do!" Duke patted himself on the fiercely toned gut as he started walking towards the entrance to the train station. "Well, I guess while we're waiting for these rice a roni jabronis, we could introduce you punks to 'em! First up, we've got what will probably be the most annoying of any of the teams! Katie and Sadie, the BFF…F…Ls!"

The camera transitioned to show a view of two girls sitting next to each other in a train. The first of the two, that being Katie, had caramel-toned skin and a thin, yet still curvy figure. Her eyes were a sort of grayish-black color, with her hair just being a shade or two darker. Her hair was cutesy, being done with two pigtails near the top of the back of her head. Her lips had a fine layer of pink gloss over them, and she had a pair of sunglasses that were pink and sparkly, give for the black lenses. Her crop jacket was just as pink and sparkly, with a black tube top that was being shown underneath it. Her shorts matched the jacket and the glasses, being just as pink and sparkly, and they were left with the button undone. They were the very definition of booty shorts, as well. This just left her shoes, of course, high heels that matched the glittery pinkness of the rest of the ensemble. As far as Sadie went, well, she was definitely shorter than Katie, maybe by half a foot. She was a lot more plump than the former, and still just as gorgeous. Her skin was far more pale, being much more of an ivory tone, but outside of that…it appeared that the girls were dressed up entirely the same. They both glanced at each other before letting out a conjoined, and very shrill, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

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"Like, me and Katie have been so totally BFFFLs since the day we met each other! We're practically sisters! Ah!" Sadie gasped and covered her mouth, looking up to see Katie, who was a bit confused by the gasp. "You should, like, totally adopt me as your sister! We could have it be all legal!"

"Sadie…" Katie placed her hand on Sadie's shoulder, a serious look on her face. The chubbier BFFFL found herself a bit disheartened, as she could only imagine what words were going to come next, until, "That is, like, the best idea you have ever had!"

The two girls giggled between each other, doing a little dance before looking at the camera together and, again, letting out a shrill, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

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"Mitsuki and Kotomi, the Awkward Siblings…yeesh, just look at these gremlins!" The camera panned over to show the next duo, the first being a…girl…probably. It was a little hard to tell, given that she really didn't have any noticeable bust and her body was just thin enough to make her look like a twelve year old boy. Her skin was as pale as one could imagine…like if you painted somebody in powdered sugar. Her black eyes had layers of terrible bags underneath them, her lips were cracky, and her black hair, which was phenomenally long and unkempt, managing to cover her right eye, seemed to have a layer of…was it oil? It was hard to tell. She wore a butter yellow dress that covered…well, pretty much everything, which was probably for the best. Her shoes were plain brown school shoes that a typical school girl would wear, but it seemed she had a lack of socks, and she had currently slipped her tootsies out of them to playfully nudge her brother's leg. Kotomi slid as far away from Mitsuki as he possibly could, shooting her a glance of pure disgust. He had at least some self respect in his appearance, mainly in his outfit, which was your typical Japanese school boy attire: a blue blazer over a white shirt with a red tie, blue slacks, and black shoes. It was neat and tidy, unlike his messy sister. His skin was a bit less pale than hers as well, being more of a light peach tone. His eyes also had some color to them, being green, although he still had his fair share of baggage underneath them. With his hair being black and messy, he was probably just thankful that it wasn't oily, like his sisters. And while his sister looked like a twelve year old boy…he was actually a twelve year old boy.

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"M…me…and my brother…w…we…" Mitsuki slowly raised her hand to point at Kotomi while trying to force the words out of her mouth. He eventually sighed and slapped her hand away.

"You're seriously so annoying…you can't even manage to speak right even when other people aren't around. It's no wonder you don't have any friends…and the least you could've done before this was take a shower. You reek!" Kotomi slapped Mitsuki upside the head, soon finding some of the oil from her hair on his hand. He wretched in disgust before leaning to the side and vomiting. "...You're disgusting…"

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"The, woah, mama! The Bachelorettes, Ursula and Lady Belle! Someone get the Dukester a cold towel, cause these two are bringing stacks of heat to the game!" The camera panned over and revealed a pair of women that looked to be a bit older than the other contestants thus far, but definitely not any older than twenty-five…probably. The first of the two women, Ursula, was definitely a bit shorter than her partner, but that didn't mean she was any less appealing. If there was anything to note about this woman from a glance, it was that she was curvier than sin…and clearly proud of it, too. Her eyes were a glistening blue that matched well with her blonde hair, which was pulled into a tight low bun. Her top was black, with a red hourglass pattern in the very center of it. She had a navy blue mini skirt on with navy heeled shoes that matched it…leaving plenty of opportunity to show off her sleek and sexy legs. Then, there was her partner…the taller…kinda scarier, but in a scary way that was honestly hot. Lady Belle has warm ivory skin that was tanned well from the southern sun, and with her long, black hair and deep red eyes, what wasn't there to love? She dressed like a proper belle of the south, having a white sun hat on her gorgeous head and a white sundress that definitely gave people a lot to work with. Her shoes were also white, and, like with Ursula, had a heel to them. The two looked between each other with a smile before immediately glancing away and glaring off to the side

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"My, my, my, what a treat it is that a show like this went and let little ol' me on to play! I bet there's some mighty fine working boys around that'll wanna take a dip in my extravagant lifestyle…Ursula is just here to clean up the scraps…that is, if I don't up and finish my supper on my own." Lady Belle snickered behind her hand while Ursula glared at her.

"Now, now, Lady…we're here to work as a team! And given that my husband recently passed, I think you should be a bit more sympathetic with me." Ursula had a tear come to her eye and she looked away from the camera. "Rough case of food poisoning did him in…nasty thing, really…"

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"Alright, now that the hot ones are over with, I guess we can get on to the Dweebs! Richard and Andrew…psh, what a duo of pathetic sacks!" The next team the camera was graced with the sight of really just turned out to be one guy…at least at a glance. Andrew was, by all meanings of the word, enormous. His gut stretched out enough to block the sight of whatever was in the seat beside him. Where to even start with the guy…well, he was pale…the kind of pale that any otaku would be known for. He had spurts of acne all over his face, some of the pimples seeming ready to burst at any second. His eyes were brown and unbecoming of the main character of an anime, which is what he probably would've liked to think he was. They did match his frizzy, unkempt hair and the boundless neckbeard that he was sporting. With a gray fedora, a gray sweatshirt, black shorts, and brown sandals, with socks, of course, this guy was definitely ready to party…at least, he would be if he could manage to stop mouth breathing while he stared at his phone. It was then that the other half of the team managed to peer past his partner's gullet. Richard was a scrawny little fella, and simply unassuming at most. The kind of guy you'd see on the street and forget about probably ten seconds later. His eyes were green, but the way that they stared at the camera was honestly a bit uncomfortable for those viewing. He was pale, but definitely had more color to him than pasty Andrew did. His hair was black and gelled back in a way that a middle schooler would do to show off to his friends…not so impressive when you were an eighteen year old man. He wore a dark green hoodie on with black sweatpants and simple black skater shoes…it was like he was actively working to be a background character.

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"Me and Andrew here met a while back at some convention…he was there for the merch, I was there to stare, if ya get my drift." Richard snickered before sighing disappointedly, "I had built up a vision in my head of female cosplayers being total babes, but boy, I was…more than mistaken…"

"Baka! You don't go to a convention to watch the female cosplayers, those three d posers can't possibly hold a candle to my two d sweetheart, Mitsuki-Chan!" Andrew snorted loudly, holding up his phone to show a kawaii anime girl that was dancing around on the screen. "She's so kawaii, isn't she? I don't care that there is a contestant named Mitsuki, she's gonna have to change her name! My babe had it first, fair and square!"

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"Man, we're getting suckerpunched by loser after loser! Here's the Dynamic Gamers…Colin and Freddy." The camera somehow managed to squeeze past Andrew's massive gut and move on to the next duo, another two boys. Colin was sitting closer to the aisle with a handheld game device in use. He was a bit chunky, but he really didn't seem to care…in fact, he had an aura of not caring, like he was just done with everything. His skin was incredibly pale, but like, he was a gamer, so it made sense. He had grayish-blue eyes that were hidden behind a mix of his own gingerish-brown hair and his large, square-framed glasses. His hair was a bit long, but again, he didn't seem to care. He also had quite the beard growing on him, an impressive feat indeed. A purple beanie was the only thing keeping his hair mainly in place from poofing out all over the place, so there did happen to be some sort of caring in how he looked. He had a purple hoodie on as well, though he left it unzipped to show the pink tee shirt he was wearing with an elegant unicorn design underneath it. Gray sweatpants, pink sneakers…this guy was very…European. This left Freddy, who was sitting next to him whilst watching some videos on his phone…videos that showed plentiful theories of Five Nights at Freddy's. Freddy was a bit less pale than Colin, but he still had that gamer glow to him. He was also just slightly shorter, and quite thinner…so thin that the "Let's Eat" bib that he was wearing made no sense on him. His eyes were blue, and full of excitement from watching his favorite types of videos, and his hair was brown, a bit frizzy, but not long enough to be as unkempt as Colin's. He had a small hat on his head, that being a mini-top hat which was black with a white band around the brim. He had a red hoodie on, but like Colin, he left it unzipped to show the shirt he was wearing…a lighter red shirt with a graphic of the whole band from Five Nights at Freddy's on it. Black jeans, and purple sneakers with yellow accents…he was bizarre, but definitely less…European.

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"Hey, everybody! I'm Fredbear, you know, like from the hit game Five Nights at Freddy's! Awesome game, right? It is! You should totally theorize about it with me, I bet you'll love it! Some people say it makes them wanna die when I talk about it, but it's alright! That's just their inner Afton speaking!" Freddy rushed through his words, practically frothing at the mouth in pure excitement.

"Someone wants to die? That's a mood." Colin weakly mumbled from where he sat, but Freddy didn't seem to hear him.

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"Finally, moving onto some that aren't as nerdy, we got that band, 'Ehl Oh Vee Ee,' or the Vicious Popstars! Logan and Evan!" The camera moved to the next duo, this one being another boy girl duo. Logan, the girl of the duo, was…well…very short. She was just as short as Kotomi was, and since he was twelve, one would assume that she was a similar age…though she was far older. She was mostly thin, no noticeable bust for the most part, but she had an aura that just made it clear that there was to be no ogling of her anyways. Her skin was warm ivory toned, and with purple eyes that could easily dazzle a crowd, she was a show stopper. Her hair was black, and done up in a cone-like swirl on the top left of her head. She had done her makeup well, with dark eyeshadow, pink blush, and dark rouge lipstick. Her outfit was something utterly stunning, being a white, sleeveless dress with a frilly skirt that poofed out around her waist and white high heels…not to mention the actual diamonds that were encrusting the chest of the dress. Next to her was a big lug that could be considered her teammate…Evan. He had a stein full of beer in his left hand, which he lifted up to his lips and gulped down in one mighty swig before smashing the stein against the window next to him. He chuckled lightly before Logan grabbed his earlobe and pinched it hard, causing him to squeak like a mouse. His skin was of a similar tone to Logan's, though his eyes were an amber color to contrast her purple. He had hair that was a blonde color so bright that it gave the appearance of pure lightning! …That, and the fact that it was mostly slicked back with a lightning bolt protrusion at the front of his forehead did, at least. He had a similarly glamtastic outfit to his teammates, that being a black dress shirt with a white vest over it…and yes, the vest did have gems encrusted in it as well, just not diamonds. He had white dress pants and white dress shoes, as well, so he was, all in all, at least somewhat elegant.

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"I am going to win this competition." Logan stared at the camera with a smile on her face, no other words coming out of her mouth until her smile twitched slightly. "What? You don't think I will? Oh, you can bite me! That money is rightfully mine! You'll all see when it lands right in my hands!"

"We share the money, right?" Evan perked up slightly until Logan slapped him right across the face, leaving a bright red hand mark on his cheek.

"Youuuuuuu! Shut up when I'm talking, Evan! You're the most pathetic cousin ever!" Evan seemed a bit hurt by these words, but he quickly recovered with a smile, as he had been quite used to it.

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"Hey, I know…one of these guys! Evander and Kurt, the Cool Guys! Psh, he's still cocky as ever, huh?" The camera passed on to two more boys, each of them looking like they belonged in a fifties greaser gang. Evander was the first, and definitely the more impressive of the two. He was ripped…you know, as ripped as they can get but still be able to not look like a muscle hulk. His skin was a very warm tone from all the sun he soaked in, and the white shirt with the balck tiger graphic that he had ripped the sleeves off of showed it off. His eyes were green, but a pair of sleek shades hid them well. His hair was black, and gelled back in a way that gave him a slight pompadour, while he had a small goatee going on his chin. His hands bore a pair of fingerless black gloves, and his legs were mostly covered by some blue jeans…mostly, just because the knees were ripped. Finally, he had some black sneakers on, but he seemed to be displeased with the lack of spikes on them. Then, there was Kurt, who kinda looked like he smelled funny. His skin matched up with Kurt's, being that same tan…but it was weird, his looked incredibly artificial. Like a spray on tan. His eyes were blue, and it seemed that gravity managed to pull their gaze towards Evander's pocket, which had his wallet sticking out of it. He tried to reach for the wallet, but Evander brought him into a tight headlock. He yelped before managing to squeeze out of his grasp. His hair was black, and cut short, but again, the black seemed artificial…since there was a stripe of gray that had been missed in the coloring process. He has a scruffy beard, and it looked like he tried to comb it, but gave up when he reached the left side. He wore a black jacket that was assuredly from a thrift store, a white tee that had some brown stains on it, black fingerless gloves that were…vinyl? They kind of looked like food service gloves that had been fiddled with. He wore a pair of black pants, but on further inspection, it was just his legs and underwear painted black with black spray paint. Lastly, he had black shoes on…nothing skeptical there, just black shoes.

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"Ay, yo! You just know that the show had to bring me back for another season, I mean, I'm the coolest thing they ever did have! Pretty impressive that they actually made a good decision for once, am I right?" Evander chuckled and looked over to Kurt, who had his hand down his underpants and was scratching his nethers. The cool guy cringed at the sight. "Yo, Kurty Katowski! We don't play with our johnsons in public, man! Have some common decency!"

"Are you gonna pay me, yet?" Kurt answered Evander in a gruff voice, not bothering to remove his hands from his pants while his partner just sighed annoyedly.

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"Next up we've got our mismatch of the century: Aisling and Arnold, or the Psychic and Skeptic!" The camera slid over to the next duo, showing a woman who looked…overbearing, to say the least. Of course, she was gorgeous, with her warm ivory skin and her lean, yet pronounced figure. Her eyes were green, but the sort of mystifying green that may emanate from a crystal ball, while her hair was a reddish-brown. It was done in a yanki mullet, give for a little more in the front that was hanging in front of her forehead. In the very center of her forehead, there was a blue crescent moon either drawn or tattooed on, but it seemed to glow as it sat there. There were lines of freckles dotting her face, and it was a trait that she wore well, but probably thought nothing of. Her attire was…well, you know, eccentric. She had a green bandana on that was tied up almost like how a working maid would have theirs done, a dark brown crop top, no sleeves on it, dark orange palazzo pants that had a yellow celestial pattern running throughout them, and light brown moccasins. She loosely shuffled a deck of tarot cards in her hands while glancing at her partner with a smile, though Arnold seemed less than interested with her. He kept his sights set out through the window, doing his best to ignore her existence. He was a thin glass of water, and his pale skin didn't make him look like much of a threat. His eyes were brown, kept behind a pair of office-like glasses. His hair was primarily blonde, being a bit wavy but only medium length, but he did have the tips of his hair dyed a dark black color. He was dressed to impress, wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, an expensive looking red tie, and a cyan vest over the shirt. His pants were as dark as the tips of his hair, and if they weren't designer, they were the closest thing to it. The most expensive looking thing about him, however, was the black pair of shoes that seemed to be made of authentic black alligator scales.

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"I know that I can handle a competition like this without breaking a sweat, so I decided to up the challenge for myself by bringing along someone with a severe mental handicap. It's only fair that I give a chance to the other teams in the game, right?" Arnold smirked self-righteously at the camera until the tarot cards were held towards him by Aisling's dainty hands. He glared at them before shifting the same glare to face her.

"I think it would most behoove you to pick a card, Arnold…no way to tell what fate has in store for you without it." Aisling had a sweet smile on her face, at least until Arnold slapped the cards out of her hands, knocking them all over the place. She let out a soft gasp, "Oh, dear…"

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"Who could forget the Rivalry Twins? Maya and Jeremy, alright!" The camera panned over to the next seat back, showing a girl and a boy duo. Maya was a little bit taller than Jeremy, but her posture wasn't necessarily perfect at the given moment, as she was intensely filing away at her nails. She had, in essence, the perfect tan on her hourglass figure, so she made it clear that her looks were there to kill. Her eyes were blue, and fixed on the nail filing she was messing around with. Her hair was blonde, and quite long, reaching the middle of her back. She wore an intricate top, which was a hot pink color with some jewel encrusting the chest area that read "Time To Go Shopping!" There was some pink fur at the neck of the top, it looked soft to the touch. As for the rest of her attire, it all looked just as expensive, being a white pair of jeggings with silver, glittery high heels…not to mention the expensive looking blue diamond ring on her finger. Next to her sat Jeremy, who was more or less minding his own business as he glanced out the window with his headphones in. It was hard to tell what he was listening to exactly, but it seemed to have some tones that suggested a musical soundtrack. He was tanned as well, but not to the level of perfection that Maya was…plus, he was far scrawnier, and even at his small height he appeared lanky with his long legs. His eyes were purple, but his contacts were slightly off center, which revealed that they were actually green underneath. His hair was jet black, being a mid-length cut that had his bangs covering his right eye. He dressed nothing like his sister, looking a lot more humble with his red hoodie, black jeans, and red trainers shoes.

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"So, we were under the impression that when we were signing up for this show, we wouldn't have to compete with each other, but here we are…sigh." Maya glanced over at Jeremy, noticing that his headphones were still in. With a grit of her teeth, she tugged them from his ears and threw them on the ground. "Jeremy, you idiot! We're supposed to be introducing ourselves!"

"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw…" Jeremy let out a sigh and grabbed his headphones from the ground before looking back at the camera. "...Um…hey, I'm Jeremy. …Yeah…"

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"Finally, some athletic people! Here's the Basketball Team, Conroy and Mika!" The camera slid over to the next seat, revealing another boy and girl duo, with the boy being much…much taller than the girl. Conroy towered like a giant, easily taller than the rest of the contestants that had been introduced thus far. He had an athletic frame, but his hands were at work solving a Rubik's cube in one while the other worked on a crossword puzzle. His skin was sienna toned, and his eyes, well…they couldn't be seen through his dark sunglasses. This was probably purposeful, keeping an air of mystery to him. His hair was black as the night, with the top being spiked up while the sides and back were buzzed down. His attire was simple, and made sense for someone that was athletically inclined, like himself, being a green tracksuit with the jacket unzipped to show a white tee underneath. His basketball shoes matched the same color green as the suit…like a green overdose. Then, next to him, there was Mika, who had a much smaller frame, although she was still toned from her love of athleticism. She bounced up and down giddily in her seat while staring up at her partner with a huge smile on her face…a lot of energy, considering nothing of note had happened yet. Her skin was sand-toned, in comparison to his, and she let her eyes show, revealing that they were brown, but seemed to be sparkling with excitement. Her face was dotted with freckles, as well. She wore similar attire to her partner, though the jacket of her tracksuit was zipped up rather than left open.

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"We're so excited to be on this show, right, senior?" Conroy loosely nodded at the excited Mika, who seemed as if she was ready to fly from her seat at any given moment. "I've been mentoring under this guy for so long now, it just made sense that we would go to compete on the show together! That way, we can show off our basketball skills!"

"Uh, yeah, right, our skills." Conroy spoke up suddenly, his voice cracking lightly, which caused him to blush and hide his face. "S-sorry about that."

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"We've also got the totally talented Dual Artists, Sua and Zerine, oh yeah!" The train finally parked at the station, and the first team to leave it was two girls. The first, Sua, was a bit taller than her partner, and thin to the point that it was almost worrying. Her skin was a pale porcelain tone, contrasted well by her black eyes. Her hair was primarily brown in color, although there were some dark pink highlights running through it. Her hair was…well…long. It went down to her waist, and was quite wavy, and it honestly probably could've gone even further down if it weren't for the fact that she was using a black ribbon to hold some of it up. She wore a fitted, white turtleneck sweater, which was slightly tucked into her black pants, which were held up by a black belt. She had on a pair of black boots with heels on them, they just barely managed to reach up past her ankles. Both of her ears had a pink heart earring dangling from them, though the left ear also had a simple stud in it. And, to complete her elegant appearance, she also wore a silver necklace with a heart pendant dangling from it. Her partner, Zerine, was quite petite, though her skin was just as pale, so that at least matched. She had on some blue contacts to hide her true eye color, or maybe it was just because she found some sort of art factor in them, and her hair was mainly a silvery white color with a few black streaks in it here and there, being done up in a ponytail. She had on a white blouse, which the sleeves of only reached to her elbows, and a gray vest on over that. A gray skirt, with some black checkering on it, went down to her knees, and white socks ran all the way up her thighs to cover her skin, leaving just her black flats to finish off her outfit. Well…she did have black glasses with a square frame, and a small piercing on her left ear.

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"Hiiii! The one and only Queen Sua is here to take this new venture by storm! I may look like I'm not much of a threat, but I swear I'll impress you all by the time this is over!" Sua had a thick Korean accent, making it somewhat difficult to understand exactly what she was saying, but her tone was still soft and sweet.

"As for me, I'm not so much worried about impressing anyone as I am with impressing my own mind…I'm here to create art, art drawing on inspiration from our travels, of course. I imagine it will turn out amazingly…it always does." Zerine adjusted her glasses with a smile on her face. Like Sua, she had a pretty thick accent, though hers was Russian, and it was a little easier to understand what she had said.

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"The nerdy jabronis- I mean…the Sailor America Fans, Lukas and Sunny." The next duo hopped off the train, being an older teenage boy and a rather young girl. Lukas wasn't incredibly tall or anything, but he was by no means short, and while he wasn't rippling with muscles, he still had a decently toned figure to him. His skin was quite pale, mainly thanks to his habit of staying inside. His eyes were a crystalline blue color, matching well with his messy, medium-length blond hair. He had donned a red beanie, which had two pins in it: one that was a smiley face, and one that had the Sailor America emblem on it. He also had on a red jacket, which he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and left it unzipped to show his light blue polo and orange tie. Finally, he had tan khaki pants, red and white athletic sneakers, and a blue wristband on his left wrist that had the words "You Can't Hear Me!" on it. Then, there was Sunny, the child in question. Her skin was a lot more tanned than his was, but at least her face seemed to be pretty much entirely red from the way she was ogling Lukas. Her eyes were bright yellow, as was a single streak through her hair, which otherwise was brown and done in two pigtails. Her tee shirt was mainly yellow, though it did have an orange stripe in the middle of it, and there seemed to be a white shirt with longer sleeves underneath it. She had plain blue shorts, yellow and white sneakers, and white socks that reached about halfway up her calf.

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"Lukas here competed in Total Drama before this, but when we saw there was an ad for this duos race, we just had to jump in on it!" Sunny stood up proudly, a smirk on her face while Lukas smiled and waved to the camera. She suddenly shuffled right up to the camera, glaring at it. "A-and all you other girls better not get any funny ideas about him, okay? Lukas is my future boyfriend, so you better not lay your stinky paws on him or I'll-"

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"Next on our list, we've got uh…well the uh…um…'Father and Son?' I guess that's what he put…here's James and Elliott!" The next pair jumped out of the train, with the older of the two men letting out a sigh of relief. That old geezer was James, and he soon lightly patted himself on the slight beer gut that he had going on. He had light skin, but it still had some tan…the type of tan you got when you vacationed to Hawaii frequently. His eyes were sky blue, and they were kept behind a pair of black-rimmed prescription glasses, though it was questionable how helpful these glasses were, as he still seemed to be squinting as he looked at things. His gray, old man hair was shaved to a crew cut, and he had some matching stubble that he had kept groomed quite well. And this man…well, his attire fit the tourist bill to a t, being a blue Hawaiian shirt, light tan khaki shorts, and green and blue sneakers…not to mention the tan bucket hat that had the logo for Total Drama Island on it. Elliott was far more lean than his…father…and his skin had a bit more warmness to it to boot. He wasn't as tall as the old geezer either. He had blue eyes and curly brown hair that went just down past his neck. He wore a red baseball cap that was spun a full one-hundred eighty degrees, a red football jersey with the number "twenty-seven" on it, black skinny jeans, and black loafers.

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"Haha! Hey there, everybody! I'm James, but you might as well call me Mr. Hopkins!" James smiled widely at the camera, his old man breath stinking up the air around him. "Oh! And this here is my boy, Elliott! Go on, sport! Say hi!"

"Ugh, hi, I guess. This is so stupid Ja-...dad." Elliott rolled his eyes and looked away while James still maintained strange eye contact with the camera.

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"Our signature pair of cheerful guys, we've got Marty and Xavier, the Friendly Duo!" Two boys took their turn jumping off of the train, one of them holding a baking sheet with somehow fresh cupcakes on it. This little baker boy was Xavier, he was short, and quite thin to match it, despite the love for baked goods. His eyes were purple, the perfect contrasting color for his curly, orange hair. He wore a green hoodie that was left unzipped, so on the right side, the word "Fresh" was there, while on the left side, the word "Bread" sat. Under this, there was a navy blue shirt. Aside from those, he had a baggy pair of blue sweatpants and a pair of red and white sneakers on. Then, there was his partner, Marty. Marty was a good deal taller than Xavier, but still skinny like him. He smiled as his blue eyes looked around at the train station, taking everything in with joy. His skin was lightly tanned, and he had a short black afro on the top of his head. There was a black cap on his head, which he had on backwards, you know, to be "stylish." He wore a blue and white, checkered, short sleeve, button-down shirt, light blue shorts that just went past his knees, and black socks that just managed to squeeze past his blue and white shoes.

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"Man, this is so cool! Not only do I get to compete in a contest for a million dollars, but I get to compete with my best friend!" Marty reached over and pulled Xavier in for a side hug, the two both smiling at the camera. "We've been buds for quite some time now, he's like…the…uh…"

"The Pi to your Zza?" Xavier perked up, and Marty gasped in excitement. "Although, we're a bit more of a trio than we are a duo, since, well…" The chef reached into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a small mouse that squeaked a happy squeak. "This here is Cheese! Ain't he just the prettiest?"

"He really is!" Both Marty and Xavier awed as they watched Cheese run around in the palm of the chef's hand.

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"The company wanted me to bring along some girlbosses, though I'm not sure what that means. Anywho, here's Vanessa and Karma, the Glow-Up Gals!" Two girls burst out from the train, enough oomph from the two of them to put someone in a coma. Vanessa was, for lack of a better word, thicc. She had hips that told no lies, and the rest of her was just as curvy. She had caramel-toned skin that was complimented well by her emerald green eyes and black hair that was tied into a loose ponytail by a silver band, the rest of her hair after the band being dyed purple. She wore a dress that only had one sleeve, which was white and covered up her left arm. The rest of the dress was primarily purple, although it did have white flowers and green leaves patterned on it in an elegant manner. She had black leggings and silver boots that seemed to be tailor made for her legs. Aside from that, she had a silver bracelet on her right arm that had the same flower pattern as her dress. Her teammate, Karma, had just as much spunk as Vanessa did herself. Karma was a bit chubby, but the giddy air that she gave off let everyone know that she was more than pleased with how she looked. She was a bit shorter than Vanessa, though her bust was bigger than hers. She had chocolate-toned skin and hair that was bleached blonde and pulled into an incredibly messy bun with the help of a red band. Her eyes were a very dark blue color, but they were twinkling excitedly. She also had purple moons done on each of her cheeks in some special cheek tint makeup, while the rest of her makeup consisted of purple eye shadow, dynamic black eyeliner used to make intense wings, a bountiful amount of mascara, and lip-plumping lip gloss. She was also quite intricate in her fashion sense, wearing a glossy, purple crop jacket that was left unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Below the jacket, there was a tan crop sweater with a large black collar, although she let the sleeves of this roll all the way down. The next layer down was a light blue tank top with a single white stripe running along the waistline. Further down, she had a pair of grayish-blue shorts that ran to about halfway down her thighs, being cuffed at the bottom. To finalize the worlds most complex outfit ever, she had lilac leggings that covered all of her legs, and black boots that ran all the way up to her knees with purple clawmark patterning on them. The two girls looked between each other, each smirking before they nodded.

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"Me and my teammate here are all about making clothes and doing makeup that only accentuates people's natural beauty, y'know what I'm saying? Mhm." Vanessa bobbed her head from side to side as she spoke. "I handle the outfit…even worked on a few of the pieces that Karma's got on right now."

"Ah, yes, dahling! And it is c'est magnifique! Mwah, mwah!" Karma blew fake kisses to the camera before smiling wide and showing the gap between her two front teeth while pointing at the moons on her cheeks. "As far as the makeup goes, I like to consider myself a bit of a pathcarver in that…most makeup businesses are all about, 'Oh, well our makeup is gorgeous!' Dahling, it's the person that's gorgeous, not the makeup."

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"And now we've got…uh…hang on just a…those are literal children!? Ah! I hope we don't get sued for letting them compete but…well, here's the Bloody Prom Queens, Becky and Olive." The two children got off of the train, one of them seeming to be wholly agitated with the world around her. A butterfly flew in front of Becky's eyes, and she glared at it so intensely that it spontaneously combusted into flames and turned to ash. The vicious child had tan skin, though her face had dark red makeup done all over it, from the eyes to the lips…everything. Her eyes were a bright pink color, something that she was entirely disgusted by, but it wasn't like she could do much about it at all. Her hair was black…at least at the top of her head. She had two massive pigtails that were dyed a maroon color. She also had a plethora of piercings all over her, two on her right brow, one on her left brow, a bull nose ring, a lip ring, a tongue ring that looked like an eyeball, several earrings on each ear…whoever was in charge of these kids must of been too scared to say wore a maroon jacket that she left unbuttoned to show her black tank top, which had white scratch marks all over it. Her pants were an even darker red shade than her jacket, and the knees had some white scratches on them as well. Finally, her cleats were primarily black, but the soles were bloody red. And then, there was Olive. Olive was watching the clouds in the sky while giggling innocently. She was a bit taller than Becky, a year older, too. Her skin was tan, like her sisters, but rather than doing her face in red makeup, she chose green. It matched her eyes, which were green, and her hair, which was shaved to a green mohawk. Like her sister, she had her fair share of piercings, although nothing on the lip or the tongue. She had a matching black tank top with white scratch marks all over it, and a green jacket, like her sister's maroon jacket, though she had it wrapped around her waist. She also wore green shorts that went down to her knees and black combat boots.

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"I'm only here to see if we can find some true hellbloods amongst all the weak blood fools in the world. Tch…those people seriously piss me the hell off." Becky spat at the camera from where she sat before crossing her arms. "I bet everyone's wondering why a nine year old is competing, huh? Well, they can get bit, mind your damn business."

"Bit…like biting food? Oh! Becky! Please, please, puhlease let me stop and get ice cream later! Momma said that the ice cream in Canada is made of genuine Canadian ice! It's gotta be delicious!" Becky sighed while Olive giddily bounced up and down next to her.

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"Back to some stone cold stunners, at least one of them, that is, we've got Jacque and Angel, the Reality Show Rivals!" A boy and girl duo made their way off of the train, each leering at each other from where they stood. Jacque, the boy, was the shorter of the two, with a figure that, while lean, wasn't anything of super athlete status. He had caramel-toned skin and black hair that was kept short and neatly groomed with a taper fade on the sides and back. His eyes were a dark brown color, and man, was their gaze piercing. There was a small scar under his right eye, but it was nothing too major. He wore a red basketball jersey with the number one on the front and back of it, tight fitting blue jeans that had some tears in them, and red Air Force One's. To complete his appearance, he had a diamond stud earring in each ear. Meanwhile, Angel, the taller of the two, looked nothing like him. She was lean, but had even less muscle than he did, not that she seemed to mind her form. She was lightly tanned with ocean blue eyes that were cold from the glance. Her hair was long and golden blonde in color, reaching down to her waist with some icy blonde streaks tossed into it. She wore a white sweater that fell off of her shoulders, revealing pink, lacey bra straps, a black mini skirt, and black high-heeled boots that were very clearly designer in nature. She also had a heart locket dangling from her neck and a charm bracelet on her left wrist.

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"I ain't here to be playin' nice with Miss Fish and Chips, I only brought her 'round with me cause I know we work damn well together. Sometimes you gotta sacrifice a little bit of your sanity to be able to win some big bucks, y'know?" Jacque smirked before Angel flicked him on the back of the head. "Dammit, woman! Keep your fake nails to yourself!"

"I seem to recall that it was my proposition to have you and I working together for this, wasn't it, love?" Angel teased the boy with her British accent really pulling through. Jacque grumbled to himself while she looked towards the camera. "Jacque and I used to be on a season of Big Sister together…didn't like each other then, and we certainly don't like each other now."

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"And for more big names, we've got famous YouTuber, Mr. Dude, aka Michael Garcia! …And his editor, Virgil." Two boys got off of the train, the first one with boundless amounts of swank to his strut. He had a Barbucks coffee drink in his hand, which he was sipping on quite enthusiastically. This swanky boy was Michael, and he just let everyone know that he was full of energy and joy right off the bat. He was pretty thin, and not incredibly tall or anything, at least taller than his editor was. He had pale skin that had a certain glow to it, and blue eyes that sparkled like they were full of pride. His hair had a quaint windswept look about it, with the longer top part being bleached white while the back and sides were dyed a bright yellow color. He wore a blue, short-sleeved jacket that he had half zipped up, with a two-toned, green, long-sleeved shirt underneath it. He had a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that had a rip on the right knee, as well as red and white sneakers on. His partner, Virgil, seemed to be the exact opposite of him, embodying edginess and despair as he stared off into the abyss of the sky. He was a bit shorter than Michael was, and somehow even thinner than him. He was also pale, but there was no glow to him, as he more or less gave off an aura of despair. His eyes were a dark black, and they didn't seem to care about anything. His hair matched the black of his eyes, and it was quite messy at a medium-length cut. He also had one single mole dotting under his left eye. His outfit…matched the edgy bill that he was going for, having a black beanie on his head, a black hoodie over a long-sleeve red turtleneck sweater, gray jeans, and black sandals…with socks, of course.

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"Oohoo! Me and Virgilio have been working together for some time now, so I suggested we come to join the show together! Of course, I could have brought my Schmoopy Bear with me, but I thought that this would make for a good bonding activity, since Virgilio…well, I get this sense that he doesn't like me that much…yet." Michael smiled and fluttered his lashes while he waved at Virgil, whose eye twitched out of annoyance.

"...Yup, I'm going to lose my mind by the time this is over." Virgil sighed and got up from the confessional, leaving Michael behind as he left.

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The eighteen teams that had been introduced at this point gathered around outside of the train station, each standing around Duke while the final four teams started walking to join them. "We've also got Wilderness Girls, Bea and Sophie, with their cookies that are sure to bring them in the big bucks!" A grandmother and her granddaughter approached the group, each with a happy skip in their step. Bea, the grandmother, wasn't incredibly tall by any means, but considering her old age, she had a well-toned and athletic build to her body. Her skin was a medium dark tone, and while she had some wrinkles from her age, they didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. Her eyes were green, and her hair was mostly a dark gray, with some strands of her original color still mixed in, and done in a bun. She wore a classic Wilderness Girls outfit, a purple polo top, pink khaki shorts, a purple beret, and black hiking shoes with white hiking socks. Of course, she also had a sash with plenty of badges on it, including one that meant she was a troop leader. Her granddaughter, Sophie, was obviously a lot shorter than she was. She was thin, and though she was young, all the activity was starting to give her a good amount of muscle. Her skin, like her grandmother's, was a medium dark tone. Her eyes weren't the same green color, as they were more of an olive, and her hair definitely wasn't gray, it was dark brown and done in braids. Her face was lined with freckles, adding to her natural cuteness. Like her grandmother, she was dressed in proper Wilderness Girls attire, that purple polo, the pink khaki shorts, a purple beret, and the black hiking shoes with white hiking socks. She had a patch sash, like Bea, but hers admittedly had less patches on it.

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"Me and my little scout here are mainly here to have a wonderful time, but of course, we also have a good deal of patches to be earning along the way!" Bea let out a hearty laugh, which lasted for a brief second before her hip suddenly ached. She winced, rubbing it gently with her hand.

"Troop master! You definitely need to take it eas-" Bea glared beams at Sophie, causing her to snap back lightly. "I mean…I'll keep my thoughts to myself!" Bea got up from the confessional and left, while Sophie looked over at the camera. "My grandma doesn't really want to admit it, but her age is definitely getting to her. But she's the kind of rough and tough lady that won't let that slow her down, no way, no how!"

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"Loving girlfriends and Mystical Opposites, Flora and Helena, will also be joining us!" Another set of girls walked together towards the group, these two being around the same age and holding hands while they walked. Flora was a thin, cutesy girl with a fairy-like aura to her, which definitely was helped by the overkilling amount of pink in her getup. Her skin was a pale ivory tone, the only hint of color coming from the freckles dotting along her face. Her eyes were pink in color, presumably from contacts that she was wearing, and her hair was dyed pink, being long and loose, running down her back about halfway. There was an abundance of glitter on her cheeks, something that fit her very well. She wore a blush pink dress that had no sleeves, with its skirt running just down to her knees, and a black corset that had some bright pink stitching on it. To finish off her fairy-like appearance, she had white lace stockings running up her legs and black buckle shoes. Helena, who was an inch or two taller than her girlfriend, did look opposite in every respect of the word. She was a bit chubby, and her skin somehow managed to be even paler than Flora's. Her eyes were brown, as well as the majority of her hair, give for the two red strips in the front of it. Her hair was long, like Flora's, but a bit messier, the only thing keeping it together being a pink butterfly clip in the back. She looked to have a bit of a maid aesthetic going on about her, wearing a black lolita dress with a black corset, black lace stockings that ran up her legs, and black combat boots, which had seen better days.

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"It really is so whimsical that we get to be on this show! Helena and I really do make a mystical and wonderful couple, so I just hope that we get to share in some magical experiences while we're here!" Flora giggled sweetly while rubbing her hand against a blushing Helena's back.

"Y-yeah…it should be a lot of fun…and who knows, maybe I'll get some inspiration for one of my movie scripts! N-not that that's important, anyways…" Helena looked down at the ground, a bit ashamed to be talking about herself.

"Oh, Helena! That would be so wondrous! Ah! I can try to help make the inspiration even better with my magical touch!" Flora lifted Helena's head up by the chin, smiling contagiously at her until she joined in smiling.

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"If you thought we had some mismatches before, you definitely aren't ready for this horribly put together pair! Here come the Awkward Neighbors, Jamie Lynn and Phoebe!" Two more girls approached the group, one of them glaring at the other. This attractive lady was Jamie Lynn, who carried an utter aura of not giving a damn about how peeved she looked. She wasn't as tall as her partner was, but she was slightly thin and had a good waist to her. Her skin wasn't terribly pale, but it wasn't really tanned or anything like that. Her eyes were a sort of muted blue that almost looked to be gray in color, while her hair was mainly black, though it had plentiful red highlights that ran throughout her messy, medium-length cut. Her outfit suggested somewhat of a scene girl vibe, wearing a black tank crop top with a neon green skull in the center of it, a single, black fingerless glove on her right hand, black skinny jeans with rips and tears all about them, and dark red sneakers. Her partner, Phoebe, seemed to be incredibly nervous about being paired with this girl, as she refused to make eye contact with her. She was quite taller than her partner, and her skin was more of a pale, milky white tone. Her eyes were black in color, and she had some bags under her eyes that suggested a lack of proper sleep. Her hair was dyed a blue so dark that it was almost navy, but not quite there. It was…messy, to say the least…very messy. While her physical appearance had her looking quite disheveled, her outfit wasn't much better. She wore a white, off-the-shoulder tee with blue trim on it that was a little bit too big for her…and falling down to expose maybe a bit too much of her minimal cleavage. She had a pair of black cargo shorts that had the bottoms cuffed, and red knee high socks that seemed to contrast all the blue in her outfit. To finish it off, she had black sneakers…but the laces on them weren't tied.

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"Me and 'Phoebe' have been neighbors for a while, but some things have happened recently that made me feel like we really needed to 'get to know each other better.'" Jamie Lynn glared fiercely at Phoebe, who was nervously jittering in her seat. "That jerk is gonna come out and when she does, oo! I'm gonna throttle her good!"

"U-u-uh….I don't know….w-what you're going on about b-but…you're being a little bit…well not very…nice…" Phoebe meekly spoke up, but when she saw the glare getting more intense, she shriveled up. "N-no! You're being perfectly fine! I-I'm just a miserable bitch, that's a-all."

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"And to finish it off, we got a duo of short stacks that really care about animals: Conservationists, Zeke and Lyle!" The similarly dressed duo walked together on the sidewalk, each of them humming while birds sat on top of their heads. Zeke was the taller of the two, though not by very much. He had an average type build, and he looked to be a really gentle guy, especially when it came to the animals that he held so close to his heart. His skin was a caramel tone, with deep brown eyes to match it. His hair was black, being quite long and being brushed back so that it was kept out of his face, it went about halfway down his back. He was somewhat dressed like a zookeeper, having a beige, button down shirt with a dark brown vest buttoned up over it, beige khaki shorts that went to his knees, and black sandals, no socks included. Lyle was the shorter and scrawnier member of the duo, and he wasn't as neatly kept as his partner was. His skin had a similar caramel tone, but his eyes were more of a black. Again, his hair was black, but it was a cut a bit shorter than his partner's, and it was far messier. He wore the same attire as his partner, though he kept his brown vest unbuttoned. The two definitely looked ready to save some animals, that was for sure.

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"Lyle and I only really happened to meet on a tour across the states in search of endangered bird species that we could help bring to safety. Of course, with our similar interests, we clicked pretty well, and have been good pals since!" Zeke let out a soft chuckle as he lightly shook his head. "Now that we'll be traveling all over the world, it gives us a good opportunity to help out even more!"

"Yeah! I gotta admit, I'm not particularly a fan of flying around in a plane, or being in a car for that matter, but since it's going to be the fastest way for us to get there, it can't be too bad." Lyle shrugged his shoulders, and the birds from before suddenly flew in and perched themselves back on the boys' heads.

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"Oh, yeah, baby! Got all those lame introductions out of the way, woo woo!" Duke hollered loudly as the group of forty-four surrounded him, it was a shock that the immense group didn't seem to overpower him at all. "This right here is the new beginning to this massive race around the world! Each part of this thing ends with a chill zone, and you'd better rush your way over there, because the last team to make it to said chill zone won't be moving on to the next leg of the race! But for the first team that makes it all the way to the last chill zone gets to win the grand prize of one million dollars, oh yeah!"

A good deal of the contestants started to cheer, and Evan reached over to give Logan a hug, though she punched him right in the cojones the moment he tried to touch her. "Take a gander over here!" Duke directed everyone's attention to a post that was clearly built and painted to resemble him. It had a big red button on the top of it, and his grinning mouth had the teeth slightly open to show some small slot. "This is our Ridukeulous tip box, also known as the dukebox! You give this big button up top a smackerooni to get a travel tip that'll point you in the right direction in your race! So…do you teams think you're ready!?"

The teams all got ready to start running, some of them sharing competitive glances between each other while Duke grinned at them. "On your marks…get set…RACE!" With that last word, the teams started booking it towards Duke, running past him and astoundingly leaving him completely unscathed as they made their way right to the dukebox behind him. One by one, they pressed the button at the top of the box, grabbing the tip that it gave them.

"It says to go and race on foot to the CN tower! Ha, easy!" Evander grinned and grabbed Kurt by the arm, running as fast as he could while dragging him along with him.

"There, you'll find the dukebox and get your next tip. Let's go, troop leader!" Sophie excitedly started running with Bea following behind her quickly.

"Hey, look at that! The tower ain't too far ahead!" Jacque smirked as he ran towards the tower, at least until Angel flicked him in the back of the head. "Woman, I told you to stop doing that!"

"You're getting too excited, love. You know excitement only leads to sloppy mistakes. You don't want to make mistakes already, do you?" Angel snickered as the duo kept running, with Kotomi and Mitsuki trailing closely behind them. Kotomi looked around and found a stick propped up against a garbage can, grabbing it as he ran past and tossing it in front of the rivals so that Angel ended up tripping on it.

"Heheh, see you later, lovebirds!" The boy and his older sister ran right past the rivals, with Mitsuki staring over at her brother with an obnoxiously awkward smile. He glanced annoyedly at her, "Stop looking at me, would you? You're gonna make your ugly rub off on me."

"O…oh, right…sorry." Mitsuki apologized, but she didn't stop staring at her brother as they ran ahead towards the tower. They were the first team to make it there, with Kotomi slamming his fist down on the button on top of the next Dukebox. He reached to grab the tip, but Mitsuki took it before he could, pulling it close to her face while he glared at her. "I…it's an either or…whatever that means."

The camera cut away to show Duke walking around the outside of the CN tower, a set of stairs behind him. "That either-or right there is something that'll give you and your teammate two options to pick from, each leading to the same destination! Here we got the Stairs or Scares! You can either climb up one-hundred and forty-four flights of stairs to reach your next destination, or take the elevator inside, which will bring you to a scare unlike any other: doing a skywalk around the top of the whole top of the tower!" The scene transitioned to show Duke standing at the top of the tower, knocking his fist against a guard rail. "Seems sturdy enough to me!" As he said that, the rail slid down a bit, but he ignored it.

The camera transitioned again, showing Duke standing near a Canadian boy that was laying down on a couch, scrolling through on his phone feed. "Once the teams finish the task they choose, they'll have to find this local guide here to get their next tip!"

Back outside of the tower, Conroy was pressing the button on the dukebox and grabbing the tip from it. He studied the words closely while Mika happily stared up at him in awe. "Choosing between going up one-hundred and forty-four flights of stairs or doing a sky walk? …You're not afraid of heights, are you?"

"No, senior! We can do the scares! Your choices are always so smart!" Mika praised Conroy for his genius, and the two rushed into the building while Maya propped her elbow against Jeremy's head, clearly annoying him.

"Well, obviously we're gonna do the scares! All those stairs would be way too much climbing! Let's go, Jeremy!" Maya booked it inside while Jeremy sighed and followed after her.

"Hm…let's see here…hey, Phoebe! What thought bugs you more: walking around high in the sky and possibly falling to your death, or climbing up a bunch of stairs that might rattle and fall apart and make you fall to your death?" Jamie Lynn looked over at Phoebe, who lightly whimpered. "Meh, if you're gonna fall to your death anyways, may as well have you suffer a bit more from it. Stairs!"

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"The goal here is to bring out 'the beast' inside of Phoebe! I'm not entirely sure how to do that, but I sure am going to make sure that it's gonna happen, you can trust me on that!" Jamie Lynn grinned widely while a cockroach chirped and Phoebe shuddered nearby.

"I…I don't think I wanna be in this race anymore…" The schizophrenic girl shrunk down in her seat again, trying to hide herself from her partner.

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"Look at that, first pair in the elevator…killer." Becky sighed as she pressed the button that went to the top of the tower. She looked ahead and saw that a bunch of teams that were rushing towards the elevator as the door was closing. Olive started to reach forward to hold the door open, but Becky pulled her hand back, causing it to close and start rising before anyone else could get in.

"Um, Becky? Why'd we go up without them?" Olive innocently cocked her head to the side while Becky rolled her eyes at her.

"Did you already forget that we're all working against each other in this competition? We're not supposed to hold the elevator door for anyone." Becky leaned up against the wall of the elevator, soon filing down her nails with a knife while Olive blankly stared at her. "You know, someday you're gonna learn to not be so dense…we don't befriend every weakblood we meet.

Back at the bottom of the elevator, James and Elliott were standing, with the latter seeming annoyed. "Ja-...Dad, let's just take the stairs, I don't want to stand around and wait for this stupid elevator."

"No, no, sport! We've gotta do the Scares, no matter how long it takes! That path is the more thrilling and dangerous!" James winked at Elliott before the two were shoved aside by Arnold, who was running quickly while Aisling struggled to catch up with him.

"Even though you're so brain damaged, you managed to bring up a good point, mumbo jumbo lady! The stairs are a far more difficult approach, and what's life if not faced with incredible amounts of adversity! Just a pity that I didn't have the idea first!" The duo rushed outside and started to climb up the stairs, with Arnold going headstrong while Aisling trailed behind him.

"So many…stairs…I don't think the moon constructed my aura with enough energy to make this trip…" The psychic sighed as she struggled to keep up with her skeptic partner. "The universe had wanted us to wait for the elevator…it would've been much faster than this."

"The universe is a load of phooey if it seriously thinks that I'm gonna let myself listen to it when there's clearly a more challenging way to go!" Arnold laughed uproariously, running even faster than before while Phoebe and Jamie Lynn just started to pass by Aisling.

"D-d-did we really have to take the stairs?" Phoebe meekly mumbled as she ran alongside her partner, who glared at her with fire in her eyes. "N-no, you're right…I should keep my thoughts to myself."

"Meanwhile, we've got our teams that chose to take the elevator still waiting on the BPQ to reach their destination!" The camera briefly showed a good deal of the teams waiting at the bottom of the elevator before transitioning up to the top floor, where the two girls were just finally getting off of the elevator.

"That didn't take so long…now all we have to do is walk that pathetic skywalk." Becky and Olive marched over to the door to the skywalk, but when they took their first step outside, Olive felt her heart sink into her stomach. Her younger sister looked up at her with a wary eye. "Something wrong with you?"

"O-oh nothing, I just didn't know that it was gonna be this…scary…" Olive gulped nervously, but Becky was quick to grab her by the arm and started dragging her along the skywalk with her. "N-no, Becky! I'm scared! I wanna go back and take the stairs, I wanna go back and take the staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaairs!"

Back at the base of the tower, Jacque and Angel were just now arriving, with Angel looking incredibly scuffed up from her trip and fall. "Ugh! That child was a total brat! Well…at least we aren't in last place so far."

"Angel, we ain't taking the elevator, no way…not with all these other people all stuffed into it like a tiny…metal…box…" Jacque shuddered, and before Angel could say anything in protest, he made his way to the stairs.

The next team to enter the tower was the exhausted duo of Colin and Freddy, though most of the exhaustion stemmed from Colin rather than the quite excited Freddy. The bigger gamer flopped forward on the ground, his face hidden once he was laying down. "No way am I gonna go up all those flights of stairs after that run…"

"Good idea to take the elevator, anyways!" Freddy perked up, a bright smile from cheek to cheek. "If we go in there, it may collapse and take us to Hell so we can go fight Afton for the four millionth time! You always think that guy is dead, but he manages to get away, what a little sneak."

After those two, the final pair from the teams arrived, Andrew and Richard. The latter stared at all the women as he walked by, while Andrew was still focused on his Mitsuki-Chan. Richard looked to see that the elevator was still coming down, a bit confused by this. "Huh…as much as I would love to keep looking at all the lovely women around here, it may be faster if we just buckle up and take the stairs."

"Sounds like a good training arc! Not a bad idea, coming from a normie, tch!" Andrew nodded his head, and the duo started running to go up the stairs. Bea and Sophie looked between each other while they waited for the elevator to come down, eventually shrugging and following after the Dweebs.

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"That elevator was just taking way too long, so it's better that we face the problem with a smile and take the stairs! Sure, it may be a bit of a rough climb, but we Wilderness Girls never back down to anything!" Bea and Sophie did a few hand signals with each other before standing up proudly and holding their hands against their hips.

"Yeah! And it gives me a good chance to prove that I'm not just an old lady, these legs still work just fine!" Bea laughed until her stomach suddenly hurt and she reeled forward. "Ack! My spleen!"

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With many of the teams still waiting for the elevator to come down, the moment its doors opened, a handful of them rushed in, soon leaving not enough room for all of them to squeeze in. The doors shut, leaving the BFFFLs, the Conservationists, the Friendly Duo, the Dynamic Gamers, and Mystical Opposites waiting around in the room. Zeke and Lyle took a look at the elevator door for a brief moment before the shorter boy scratched his chin. "You know, elevators are so overrated anyways…we could just take the stairs and it'll be better for us in the long run."

"Hey, you're right! It'll help us prepare our legs for the hurdles again! Neat plan, Lyle!" Zeke and Lyle high fived each other and booked it to the stairs, with now just the four teams waiting around.

"Like, OMG, Sadie! What if we totally lose in the first challenge?" Katie held her hands up to her mouth, nearly biting her nails in fear. Sadie gasped in response, raising her hands up in the same position.

"That would be so totally bad! We're not gonna lose first, right?" The two girls whimpered until Xavier walked over to them with some of his muffins from before, smiling in a jovial manner.

"Don't worry about losing! Here, you guys can try some of my muffins! They really help calm people down!" The chef offered the muffins to the girls, both of which smiled and took one while Colin looked up from the ground.

"They help calm people down? Are they edibles?" Xavier seemed almost appalled by the question, but Colin just shrugged. "Hey, I was just asking." At that moment, Cheese made his way out of Xavier's pocket, lightly squeaking while its head poked out. Katie and Sadie saw the creature, both of them immediately squealing in fear and jumping into each other's arms.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Xavier looked down to see Cheese poking his head out and lightly pet him with one of his fingers. "This is just Cheese! He isn't gonna hurt you or anything, he just wants to say hi!"

"Oh, I would just lo-o-ove to say hi to Cheese!" Flora giddily rushed over, bending down towards Cheese with a wide smile on her face. "Hi, Mr. Cheese! You're just the cutest little mouse, aren't you?"

"I-I'll admit, he is pretty cute…" Helena nervously mumbled as she joined her girlfriend in watching Cheese squeak about in Xavier's pocket. Katie and Sadie were still mortified while Colin seemed entirely indifferent. Marty and Freddy stood next to each other, both watching from where they were.

"Huh, I don't think there's any mice in the regular FNAF games, but there is the Gearrat in FNAF World! Oh! I could tell you all about that game!" Freddy started getting excited while Marty nervously chuckled and backed away a bit.

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"Cheese is so popular already! And he's helping us make some friends! Isn't that just awesome?" Xavier giggled while Cheese sat on top of his left shoulder. He grabbed a small crumb and lifted it up to the adorable rodent, chuckling as he took it in his cheeks.

"Yeah, I admit, I didn't expect to make some more friends this early on…I was a bit worried about getting into conversation with anyone." Marty shrugged lightly while he stared off to the side.

"Oh, yeah! Marty has a bit of an issue with sarcasm…he doesn't try to be mean with it, though!" Xavier giggled before Marty looked back over at him.

"Noooo…really? I never would've guessed."

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"Huff…huff…these stairs are…huff…proving to be quite an adversary. N-nothing my beloved anime MC power can't help me get through, though!" Andrew kept on huffing as he struggled to move himself up the stairs while Richard ran a bit further ahead than him, looking back at him and snickering.

"Come on, Andrew! The sooner we get to the top, the sooner I can stop staring at your titties so I can get myself staring at some lady titties!" Richard continued to chuckle until he felt something hit him right in the shin. "Yowch! What the-"

"You're a pervert!" Sophie stuck her tongue out at the perverse boy before running on ahead. He glared at her, but soon found himself staring at Bea, who was struggling to go up the stairs as fast as Sophie was.

"H-hang on…just a second, Soph! You can't just finish off without your troop master, can you?" Bea was practically panting from the climb, at least until she noticed Richard staring at her. "...Can I help you, young man?" Richard continued to stare, effectively making her uncomfortable enough to get her running up the stairs with a newfound energy.

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"Yeah, I'd tap that." Richard smirked while Andrew stroked his phone screen lovingly.

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"Arnoooold…please…slow down just a little bit…the stars have foretold that I'll get a terrible cramp in my right thigh if I'm to keep chasing after you like this." Aisling was absolutely drenched in sweat from the run, and while Arnold was similarly damp, he seemed to be far less exhausted.

"Perhaps a good charlie horse will be just the kick in the pants you need to realize that all of your magic and predictions are a load of phooey! Nothing defines the future, but pure, hard work!" Arnold started to run even faster, but the moment that Aisling started to chase at the same speed, she collapsed on the stairs with a yelp. He came to a sudden halt, looking back down at her from where he was. "And just what do you think you're doing now? Wasting our time, hm?"

"Cramp…right thigh…pain…woe…misery…" Aisling rolled around in a bout of pain, causing Arnold to sigh. He started running back down to help her up, which allowed Jamie Lynn and Phoebe to pass him by. "O-oh! You've come back to help me…that's so-" Without any warning, Arnold grabbed Aisling by the leg, pulling her along with him as he ran up the stairs. Her head knocked against every single stair they went up. "Ow! Ow! OW! Why are you doing this!?"

"Dunno…maybe the stars told me to! Ha! Haha! A clever joke! Adding that to my tally board!" Arnold continued to drag his poor teammate behind him, managing to catch up with Jamie Lynn and Phoebe in no time. He did manage to pass them by, leaving Jamie Lynn entirely confused.

"Yikes…who would treat their teammate like that?" Phoebe deadpanned at the camera and sighed, ever so slightly slowing down until her obnoxious partner grabbed her by the shirt and tugged her to keep going.

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"Do I care that I'm only adding to the previously established brain damage that Aisling already had? Absolutely not! More of a handicap for my team means more of a challenge to overcome, isn't that right, voodoo girl?" Arnold looked over to Aisling, who was wobbling back and forth before vomiting all over his face. He blinked twice at the camera before speaking again, "...I presume she consumed a copious amount of haggis this morning."

"Hic…you must have some connection with the stars, too…perhaps deepening that connection may entice you to draw a card?" Aisling weakly managed to hold her cards up, but when Arnold grabbed a lighter from his pocket and lit it up, she tucked them away. "N-nevermind."

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The elevator finally reached the top floor, and as an abundance of teams started to pour out of it, Becky was rushing right past them to the tour guide…dragging Olive behind her, of course. The latter looked as if she was about to barf all over the place. "Becky…that wasn't very nice of you…"

"Oh, please, you'll be fine, you baby. Now, let's see what this tip is. I'll be taking that, weakblood!" Becky snatched the tip right from the tour guide's hands, her insult leaving him feeling more useless than he already felt with his pathetic job.

"WHAT!? HOW CAN THE CHILDREN BE SO FAR AHEAD OF US ALREADY! Grrr…Evan, you'd better make sure we finish that skywalk in record time, or I'll…I'll…" Logan simmered where she stood until Evan gulped and picked her up off of the ground, running out through the open door to get on the skywalk with her. He whimpered slightly as he saw how tremendously high up they were, but when he noticed that Logan was growling at him, he sucked it up and started to walk.

Virgil and Michael were the next two to step out through the door, but the moment that Michael saw the height, he practically fainted. "Ah! Virgilio, you must carry me during this skywalk! Imagine how bad it would be if I were to faint and fall to my horrible demise!"

"Well…" Virgil thought for a moment before starting to smile at the thought of it. Unfortunately for him, Michael jumped up into his arms. He caught him, but it clearly was much more weight than he was used to lifting. "Y-you son of a bitch!"

"My, my! A strong, and devilishly handsome, workin' boy, right before my eyes! Say, boy, how'd you like to come back to my manor and show me what them muscles can do?" Lady Belle licked her lips as she approached Virgil from behind. He turned and looked back at her, eyeing her up and down.

"Back away from me, you sandy vagina having old whore." Lady Belle gasped from the crass words, and Virgil started to make his way along the skywalk with Michael still in his arms.

"Why, I never!" The belle simmered ferociously while Ursula giggled at her from behind. "Oh, you best not be laughing at me! I don't take too kindly to people that don't take me seriously, Ursula!"

"Oh, relax, would you? Say, I'll let you keep the edgy one so long as you leave that silver-haired rich boy for me! He's totally my type! Ri-...Handsome!" Ursula snickered, but when she saw Lady Belle staring at her funny, she felt confused. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Girly, that mister is sipping the same sweet tea as us." Lady Belle started to walk the catwalk, leaving Ursula to ponder that for a moment before she realized what she meant and started to follow after her, a bit embarrassed.

Karma and Vanessa were the next to go out through the door, but when they saw how high they were, neither of them seemed to mind in the slightest. "Mm-mm, girl! All we gotta do is a quick lap out here in the air? That's a piece of cake! I've been walking up and down catwalks to teach my models how to strut their stuff, anyways!"

"Yes, dahling! That practice will make this so easy for us! Our beauty and positivity simply cannot be beat, mwah!" Karma blew a kiss into the air, and the two started to run the skywalk a lot faster than the others were walking it. The passed right by Sua, Vanessa accidentally bumping her shoulder, but not noticing, since the wind made it a bit hard to tell.

"Oh!" The idol stumbled back a bit, eventually falling down on Zerine, who was unfortunately standing behind her. "That was…a bit rude of her, don't you think?"

"Not apologizing after a bump like that or you knocking me over? They were both a bit rude, in my eyes." Zerine got up and dusted herself off, while Sua's eye twitched ever so slightly. "...You're doing that thing again."

"Huh? Me? What thing? I'm not doing a thing! I would never do a thing!" Sua laughed nervously while she got up from the ground, Zerine looking at her with a face that spelt "unconvinced."

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"Of course, one little bump is just an accident, they probably just didn't notice it, right?" Sua laughed the situation off, her eyes closed briefly. When they opened, they were revealed to be entirely bloodshot. She glanced over at Zerine, who was still giving her that same unbelieving stare from before. "W-what?"

"Oh, nothing…just observing, is all." The artist grabbed a paintbrush from her back pocket, as well as a small canvas. "I think I shall call this one…'Pitiful Liar.' Yes, quite a fitting name."

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"I can't believe you actually made me take the stairs, Jacque! You'd better have a great reason for that!" Angel hissed as she ran up the stairs, this proving to be quite the exhausting task for her.

"Yeah, I don't mess around with no small boxes. Damn things'll only make things worse. 'Sides, you can handle yourself a nice little stair climbing. It'll make your legs look better, or whatever it is that you girls care so much about." Angel shot beams of death from her eyes to the back of Jacque's head, though he ignored her. The two of them were quite astounded to find that Lyle and Zeke were passing them by, seemingly less exhausted. "Huh? How are you hippies not finding this climb the least bit tiring? I'm half tuckered out, myself."

"This climb is just one obstacle in the way of us getting to help save many endangered species! If you think of it like that, it really gets you in a good mindset to try harder! Besides, my all natural, vegan die-" Zeke tried to go on, but the moment he said the "v-word," Jacque plugged his ears, not wanting to hear another second of it. The conservationist took this on the chin, shrugging and continuing his run.

"Man, these shoes are just slowing me down! It's time I just let my dogs roam free!" Lyle ripped his footwear off, tossing them behind him and inadvertently hitting Angel right in the face. He gasped as he saw what he did, but kept on running. "U-uh…sorry about that! Try using some manuka honey on the bruise! It really works like a charm!"

"W-why must it be me that keeps getting attacked by the other teams." Angel groaned and got up from where she had fallen, with Jacque snickering at her. "You wouldn't find it funny if this had happened to you, you know!"

"You're probably right…but it didn't happen to me, now did it, sweet cheeks?" Angel puffed up with red in her face while Jacque laughed even louder and carried on.

Back at the top of the tower, Arnold was just making it through the door with Aisling still being dragged behind him. He rushed up to the tour guide, dropping the psychic down on the ground and grabbing the tip from him. "Aha! We're actually first, despite your less than average performance!"

"Uh…I wouldn't say first…" The tour guide weekly mumbled to Arnold, though he was completely ignored, as the rich boy went right on with reading the tip card.

"'Catch a flight with a zip, ride the line to your tip.' Oh…this…this is one of those innuendos, isn't it? That's NSFW, and you are working, sir! Tsk, tsk!" Arnold bopped the boy on the top of the head, getting a sigh back from him.

The camera transitioned to show Olive and Becky riding down a zipline over a lake while Duke spoke up over them. "The teams gotta latch onto this here zipline and ride it all the way across Lake Ontario towards an island airport…and you best believe they gotta nab their tip from the line on their way down! Is the line safe? Ha! Don't make me laugh!"

While Olive was the one holding onto the zipline bar, Becky managed to snag the tip from the line, barely smiling at how well she was doing. "La dee da, I guess." Olive giggled, and the two slid all the way down to the airport before anyone else had even gotten on the line.

"Ah! How could…urgh…Aisling, stop loafing around and contribute, would you?" Arnold pulled Aisling up to her feet, causing her to yelp the second her right foot touched the ground. "Oh, what? The stars are saying that your cramp won't be gone for another few minutes?"

"T-ten, to be exact." Aisling pointed out the proper amount of time, but Arnold ignored her, as he grabbed her and dragged her to the zipline.

At this point, Sunny and Lukas were just finishing their skywalk, with James and Elliott following them close behind, the old man exhausted, but still in one piece. "S…see? That was totally safe? If I could do it, everyone should be able to do it!"

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"Being a man of my age, I really just want to have the opportunity to show everyone that I mean as much business as these kids do! That means taking on everything dangerous just to show everybody that there's nothing wrong with the challenges in this show and there is no reason to comment on every blog saying that the show puts people in danger, haha!" James laughed obnoxiously while Elliott rolled his eyes.

"...My dad is, like, this show's biggest fan…he heard that it almost got canceled, so he wanted to come prove it was just fine." Elliott sighed, soon grabbing his phone from his pocket and scrolling through some social media feed.

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The Sailor America Fans reached the tour guide, with Lukas grabbing the tip from him and reading over it. Sunny stared up at him eagerly before signing at him, "Well, what does it say?"

"Zip-line." Lukas signed back to Sunny just as Sophie and Bea made it past the horrible stairs. Sophie was thrilled with what she just witnessed, and she ran over to Sunny with an optimistic smile on her face.

"You are fluent in sign? I always wanted to meet someone else my age that knew how to do it!" The wilderness girl signed to Sophie, who was a bit impressed.

"Yeah, I needed to learn how to sign so that I could properly talk to my future hubby!" Sophie had a grin on her face while Lukas rolled his eyes at her. The two girls continued to sign, or at least, they tried to until Kurt stepped in between them and grabbed a tip from the tour guide. "Hey! It's rude to walk between two people in the middle of a sign conversation!"

"...I could probably sell you kids for a whole lot of alcohol." Kurt looked down at Sophie and Sunny, both of which were moritifed by this comment until Lukas stepped towards the man, fuming with anger.

"Ay, oh! Kurty! We don't sell kids for alcohol! We go work for a local mob and they hook us up with odd jobs in restaurant fronts where we can get free alcohol! O-or so I heard!" Evander pulled Kurt aside from the two other teams, though Lukas was still fuming, and Bea was just managing to get up, but matched the mute boy's anger. "Anyways, what does it say we gotta do?"

"Zip-line or something…I half read it and then I threw it away." Kurt reached behind his back and scratched his rear while Evander let out a cool sigh.

"Kurt, we don't throw away the tips…you're lucky that my cool brain is enough to figure out what we should do from here without it." The cool guy and his strange companion started to run towards the zip-lines, with several other teams following behind them. Becky and Olive, still far ahead of the group, were just now getting to read their tip while Duke approached them.

"It says to book two seats on a flight to Morocco…" Becky read the tip over a few times before looking behind her to see Olive wearing a sombrero and shaking a maraca in each of her hands. "...Morocco, not maracas."

"Aw…" Olive sadly tossed the maracas away, but kept the sombrero on her head.

"Yup! There are three planes that will be heading to Morocco, each of them leaving at different times! The teams that make it on the first flight get themselves a nasty edge in the competition! The teams that get themselves stuck on the last flight…they may as well just kiss the championship belt goodbye!" Duke shrugged his shoulders, grinning while the Bloody Prom Queens rushed to the airport to book their flight.

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"Jeremy has this bad habit of doing things terribly, no matter what thing it is! Luckily, with me here, we should have enough skill and talent to make it to the end. After all, I've practically got the stuff raining down on me!" Maya chuckled proudly while Jeremy side-eyed her.

"If you've got it raining down on you, then why aren't you singin' in the rain?" There were crickets chirping while Maya annoyedly stared at Jeremy, who sighed. "Right, you're uncultured…you don't get that reference."

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Arnold held tightly onto the zip-line bar while Aisling latcher herself onto his back, absolutely dreading seeing the ocean below her. "I-I don't predict things ending well for us if you let go of the bar, so you should hold on really tightly!"

"Well, if I'm gonna hold onto the bar, then you're gonna have to grab the tip! Think you can do that, hocus pocus?" Arnold taunted Aisling, who looked ahead and saw the tip. She took a deep breath before reaching up with one hand and grabbing it, though she immediately went back to latching onto him for dear life. "Huh…guess you can be good for something, after all!"

"Kurty K! Grab that tip so we can get on with the race, eh?" Evander held onto the bar while his partner held onto him, but after getting no response from him, the cool guy realized that he had fainted from seeing the water below him. "Man, I always get stuck with the peanut gallery!" Evander managed to snatch the tip from the line, almost falling off, but maintaining his grasp.

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"Kurt here is my cousin, my compadre, basically my brother that I have totally known for my whole life and didn't pick up off the street a week before the show started. We're practically inseparable!" Evander grinned before realizing that his partner was not in the confessional with him. "Ay, yo! Kurt! Where are you!?"

"Takin' a leak!" Kurt's voice could be heard from somewhere close by, followed by the sound of a stream.

"Dangit, Kurt! This ain't a bathroom!"

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As the elevator finally came up with the teams that were previously left in the main lobby of the building, the rest of the teams that took the stairs made their way to the top floor, and many of the teams that were already there were just finishing up their skywalk or starting to zip-line down already. "Oh, my, Helena! So many people are ahead of us already!" Flora covered her mouth, a bit shocked by how far behind her and her girlfriend truly were.

"H-hey! That's okay, we don't need to worry about it, we can still make it through that skywalk pretty quickly, right? It can't be that bad…" Helena chuckled until Mitsuki and Kotomi came back in from the skywalk, the usually confident boy shivering while his older sister held him in her arms, a snide smirk on her lips.

"N-n-not a word about this to anyone back home or I'll make you regret it!" The boy jumped out of his sister's arms, and they grabbed the tip from the guide, reading it quickly before running to the zip-line and hopping onto it.

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"M…my brother has a bit of a fear of high winds. He thinks they'll carry him away in the sky like a kite…if you turned into a kite, I could hold a string attached to you so I can bring you back to me." Mitsuki smiled while Kotomi glared right at her.

"Must you be so…weird?" The boy turned away from his sister and crossed his arms, but that didn't stop her from staring at him with that creepy smile still on her lips. "...Stop looking at me that way!"

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Arnold and Aisling touched down on the other side of the lake, with Aisling collapsing to the ground pretty much immediately. Arnold snatched the tip right from her hand, bringing it close to his face to read it over. "Morocco? Ha! This is just like one of those embassy trips my wretched father always takes! Off we go!" The rich boy started to run off towards the airport, though Aisling was still laying there on the ground. He ran right back, grabbing her by the hair and tugging her along with him. "You're not going to lay there all day, Sabrina!"

Evander and Kurt were the next two to touch down, the former landing safely while the latter skidded along the ground on his face. Evander read the tip and smirked before picking his partner up and rushing to the airport. Back on the zip-line, Virgil and Michael were coming down, with Michael clutching onto Virgil for dear life. "Aye! Virgilio, promise me that I will be able to return home safely to my boo!"

"Why is being gay your whole personality?" Virgil grumbled and grabbed the tip, considering that Michael was too frightened to do it himself. They ended up landing on the mats, and while Michael got up quickly, Virgil was a bit too slow on the draw, and ended up having Andrew land right on top of him…with Richard on his shoulders. "Ugh…"

"Psh, Morocco? I would much prefer a trip to Japan than this nonsense! Come on, Mitsuki-Chan! Let's go!" The weeaboo got up and ran towards the airport while letting his arms fly behind his back…for aerodynamic purposes, of course.

The camera cut away to show a world map that currently had been zoomed in on the location in Canada, with three planes, each numbered between one, two, and three. Duke spoke up over the view of the map, "The jabroni teams made it through the zip-line, and their flights have all been booked. The lucky teams on flight number one are gonna be the Bloody Prom Queens, the Psychic and Skeptic, the Cool Guys, The Sailor America Fans, the Wilderness Girls, the Uncomfortable Siblings, and the Basketball Team! Sloppy seconds, or flight number two, has got a lineup of the Dweebs, the YouTuber and Editor, the Awkward Neighbors, the Conservationists, the Vicious Pop Stars, the Bachelorettes, the Glow-Up Gals, and the 'Father and Son?' That just leaves the pitiful third flight with the scraps of the Rivalry Twins, the BFFFLs, the Friendly Duo, the Mystical Opposites, the Reality Show Rivals, the Dual Artists, and the Dynamic Gamers!"

The camera then cut to show Duke standing on the runway of the airport, flexing his muscles. "Which one of these teams will manage to take home that first leg in this grand race? Find out next time when we continue…THE RIDUKEULOUS RACE!"