Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island. The campers faced a giant obstacle course. While some campers got through without any trouble, others were not so lucky. The second part of the challenge was a dare contest. In it we had puking, kissing, and a room with a moose. In the end, the Bass added another victory to their total, and the Gophers sent Billy home. Double D was given the MVC award for allowing himself to be crushed by a refrigerator.
What will today's challenge bring for our campers?
Will Morty prove himself as ever being useful in this challenge?
And will the Gophers find out about Beth's cursed idol?
Find out now, on Total Drama Island!
(Cue theme song)
"Wake up campers," Chris shouted into his megaphone, as he passed by the cabins on his ATV, "Your next challenge will be explained at breakfast."
Gwen: Sometimes I wish that he would drive that thing off a cliff.
The campers were slowly dipping their spoons into the oatmeal that Chef had prepared for breakfast. All of them were looking sick to their stomach. Double D more so than others.
Double D: I can't stand to call this paste food. We should call the authorities and have Chris sued for inhumane treatment.
Chris: Their contracts say you can't, that is why these teenagers need to learn to read before they sign something.
Eddy: I'm getting kind of ticked off. It should be me, Mr. Eddy who gets all that dough from the challenges. Man this stinks!
"Campers are you ready to rumble," said Chris as he entered the main lodge. Many of the campers gasped and closed their eyes. Chris had decided to wear wrestling tights. Chris then began to do a few posses for them. "I know, I look so manly in them that you are blinded by it," he said in a smug voice.
"What Chris is trying to demonstrate," said Andrew as he walked up in a suit and tie, "Is that we are going to have a five-on-five wrestling tag team match." He suddenly pulled out a large piece of paper, "Our competitors are for the Bass; Duncan," the punk raised up his hand in a fist," Homer," Homer stood up and cheered, "Peter," Peter smiled and hugged his other overweight Bass buddy, "Bender," Bender jumped up on the table and cheered, "and finally Morty." Morty cringed as he remembered his days fighting in the Thunder Dome.
"And for the Gophers," said Andrew, as he turned to their table, "We have Trent," Trent smiled as he heard his name called, "Owen," Owen jumped up and cheered when he heard his name called, "Izzy," The wild girl cackled as she heard her name called, "Heather," the preppy girl screamed out in frustration when she heard her name, "And lastly, Rusty," Rusty grinned as he felt he could now prove himself in front of his dad.
"Your challenge," said Chris, desperately wanting the attention to be brought back to him, "will occur at high noon tomorrow, so get prepared, make a strategy, whatever, I really don't care. All I care about is that we send some people to the hospital after this challenge."
All of the campers cringed, though none as fiercely as Morty. He looked white as a ghost as he tried to sneak out of the cafeteria. Geoff saw him, and grabbed his arm.
"Come on dude," he said, "We got to start training you."
Morty defied logic and paled even further.
Morty was more embarrassed at this one moment than any other in his life. Here he was on national TV, and he could not even bench 50 pounds. Duncan was laughing at the poor teen as the bar was crushing his wind pipe. He laughed even more when it was Courage and Double D who lifted the bar off the poor boy.
Morty looked down in shame as the others began to discuss how they would win. He felt that there was no way he could contribute to the team, and it could cost him the hundred grand.
"I'm doomed," said Morty as he sulked. He knew he would stand no chance against any member on the opposing team.
"Look guys," said Geoff, who was currently addressing the rest of the team, "I really like Morty, but if we're going to win this, we need someone to train him. Someone with enough skills to beat down on those Gophers."
"Guys look no further," Duncan said in a smug tone, "I got some techniques from juvie that will make him tougher than Hades," he then paused for a second, contemplating something, "Or mentally scar him for life, 50-50 really."
Geoff was about to speak up, when Duncan grabbed Morty by the shirt, and dragged him away. Geoff could only say one thing, "May God have mercy on his soul, because Duncan shall show him none."
"Uh, Duncan, are you sure t-this is a good idea?"
Morty was currently standing on top of a wall that surrounded a pin. Inside said pen was about a dozen hungry raccoons. Morty could not fathom why they would need raccoons, or even less why he needed to be covered in chum.
"I read this in a book in the juvie's library," Duncan said, "Usually you're supposed to do it with cats, but raccoons will work just fine."
"W-what exactly I am supposed to do?" asked Morty.
"Oh," said Duncan, "not much," he suddenly pushed Morty into the pin, "All you have to do is live through this, and you will become the master of the newly made up 'raccoon fist'."
Morty's screams echoed across the camp. Duncan just stood their carving a skull out of a piece of wood. The raccoons were merciless; they bit, scratched and gnawed at him. After ten minutes or so, Morty had managed to pull himself out of the pen. His clothes were in tatters, and he had scratches and bite marks covering his body.
"Well," said Duncan, "You didn't quite learn the fist, but we can come back to this later," Duncan then grabbed Morty by his supremely mangled shirt, and dragged him off for more training.
(Cue Eye of the Tiger)
"Oh God, I hate training montages," mumbled Morty as he suddenly found himself holding an axe. He was now supposed to cut down a tree. As he lifted up the axe, the blade slipped off the handle, and he when he wacked the tree, he not only failed to cut the old oak down, but he actually caused the handle to ricochet into his face, knocking him down.
Duncan then lifted him up by his collar and carried him over to the next exercise. The punk shook his head at the weakness of his pupil.
Duncan had put chum on Morty again and thrown him into the raccoon pin again. Morty's screams are clearly audible, though Duncan is ignoring them, focusing on the new skull he is making from wood. The old one is clearly visible.
The next exercise was an archery challenge. Morty, with some help from Ezekiel, was able to pull the arrow back far enough that it flew through the air with great speed. Unfortunately, instead of hitting the bulls-eye that Duncan had set up, the arrow actually hit Kenny, predictably killing him.
"Oh my God, he killed Kenny!" shouted Stan.
"You Bastard!" yelled Kyle.
Duncan didn't know whether to be proud or pissed off at his protégé, though he would decide the latter when Morty began to cry over Kenny's corpse.
Morty was again stuck in the raccoon pin. Duncan was now on his seventh skull, and the pile was quickly rising.
Morty was now forced to paint a wall. While he was easily able to understand the upward and downward strokes, the two were chased away by Chef, who was angry at having the kitchen's walls defaced.
Morty had gone back to the pin, and was yet again screaming for his life. Duncan was now on his twenty-fourth skull, while the other skulls had been placed into a pyramid shape.
Duncan had now wrapped his shirt around his and Morty's arms. He then began punching the poor boy, who could not block a single hit.
"Could we at least try to avoid clichés," said Morty as Duncan held up a giant ham in front of him. When Morty's arm punched the pig carcass, his arm crunched up from pain.
The final part of the day of training was a lap around the camp, which Duncan completed far faster than his pupil, whose injuries significantly slowed him down.
(Cue end of Eye of the Tiger)
"Get some sleep cupcake," said Duncan, "cause tomorrow, you're going to use that stuff I taught you to win us a challenge."
When the others went to sleep, Morty was awake, with his eyes wide open. He wouldn't stand a chance in tomorrow's challenge. The young teen sighed as he began to pack up his things. He just knew that tomorrow, he would be leaving Total Drama Island.
Geoff: Let me tell you that Morty gave us quite a scare that morning.
Geoff awoke from sleep rather easily. He was always a morning person. He was also a night person. Heck, as long as he was alive to party, he didn't care what time of day it was.
Any way, as Geoff woke up, he noticed that the bunk next to his was empty. Geoff then began to look around, but Morty was no where in sight. Geoff quickly began to wake up the other Bass members. They had to find Morty before the challenge began.
"It looks like he packed his things," said Stan, as he pulled out Double D's drawer.
"What the heck did you do to him yesterday?" asked D.J.
"Well I did try to teach him the 'raccoon fist'," said Duncan, " and I threw him into a pin with some raccoons while he was covered in fish guts."
Jack slapped his face. "You got that from the Big Book of Butt-Whooping?"
"Yeah, so."
"You never read the last page of the cat fist did you," Jack said with furrowed brows, "The page that says, "Only an idiot would use this training, and who ever does should seriously have their head examined."
"Oops," said Duncan weakly as the other Bass guys glared at him.
"Nice going, dipshit," Rick said, angry at the punk for using Morty without his permission.
"We need to find him," said Geoff, 'alright, Duncan, you and the rest of the guys in the challenge go over and get ready. The rest of us will go look for Morty dude."
Morty sighed as he sat at the end of the dock, with his bags packed and sitting next to him. He sighed as he realized by the shadows on the ground, it was almost noon. He heard his teammates calling for him, but he didn't answer. He realized that he would be no help in the upcoming match.
"Morty," a voice called, " You must hurry or you will miss the match."
Morty turned to see Jack standing behind him. Morty then turned away from the samurai and said, "Why should I. I'll only hold the team back."
Jack couldn't help but see himself in the boy in font of him. "Listen to me," Jack said, "Even if you are not the strongest that does not mean you have no use."
"All of us have our fears," Jack continued, "But what makes a person courageous, is not having no fear, but learning to overcome the fear that plagues us."
"What we need from you is to fight today," said Jack at a now standing Morty, "If you fight your hardest, I am sure you will help us in one way or another."
Morty smiled, and then began to run over to the ring, where the match was being held. Jack then shouted something to him, "Remember to keep your balance, fight hard, and reach in your self and gain your eye of the tiger."
"Okay," said Chris on his microphone, as he sat in announcers table "I hope you are already for the five-on-five match on Wawanakwa wrestling tonight. For the Gophers, we have Owen, Trent, Izzy, Heather, and Rusty."
Chris flipped a switch that said 'fake cheering' on it, as the Gophers stepped into the ring.
"And for the Bass," Chris continued, "We have Duncan, Peter, Homer, Bender, and Morty."
As Chris pressed the 'fake cheering' button again, the Bass, minus Morty, stepped into the ring. "Chris then asked, "Where is Morty?"
"The others are looking for him," said Duncan as Chris shrugged.
"Whatever," said Chris, "Now, Are you ready to rumble?"
The two sides suddenly rushed at one another, preparing for a great battle. Duncan took on Izzy, who dodged and parried all of the Punks punches rather easily. At the same time, Homer had taken on Trent. This was not going well, as Trent ended up getting caught in his famous choke hold.
Peter meanwhile was taking on Owen. Owen's stomach was to bouncy to take any real damage from Peter's punches so Peter proceeded to kick him the nuts, and Bender easily dodged Heather's blows by twisting and stretching his limbs Ron attempted to help and then retaliated with a punch of his own knocking the Queen Bee out and Peter finished Owen off by crushing him with his own weight, taking both out of the challenge. Before they could enjoy their victory, Izzy suddenly threw Duncan on to them, after knocking him out easily. Finally Izzy jumped Homer from behind and was taken out as well.
Just as Master Referee Hatchet was about to give the challenge to the Gophers, everyone heard panting. Morty had finally shown up, and was pulling himself onto the ring. The Bass cheered as their wayward member had finally arrived. Chef turned to Andrew, who was sitting next to Chris. "He can still compete," said the producer, "since you had yet to call the match."
"Hey!" shouted Heather, "We just won fair and square, its not our fault that geek wasn't here."
"Why worry," said Rusty, "It ain't like he's gonna be a real challenge for us."
When Heather looked at the recently arrived camper, she realized Rusty was right. Morty looked like he had only slept and hour the night before, and he had also been running to get to the match in time. Rusty smiled; this was going to be easier than he thought.
"Okay," said Chef, "Let the match continue."
As Chef blew the whistle, The remaining Gophers lunged at Double D. Izzy put him in a head lock, that Morty was barely able to squeeze out of. Rusty then performed a clothesline on him. Just as Morty tired to get up, Izzy then jumped above him and did a body slam. It was then that something inside Morty snapped
"No more!" Morty shouted as he jumped up, with a crazed look covering his face. Even Rick had a more than a little fear cross his face. He then calmed himself.
Izzy charged at Morty. With one great kick, he sent the skinny boy flying out of the ring, and into a tree. Morty's screams echoed through the tree. While Geoff was about to pull the poor suffering boy out, Morty pushed himself away from the tree, revealing that he had accidently entered the home of some now greatly ticked off raccoons. Morty then began jumping around inside the ring, trying to get the raccoons to let him go. Eventually, he managed to rip them off, and threw them away. Fortunately for the Bass, he accidently threw them at Izzy. Instantly, Izzy became more interested in fighting the vermin, and quickly began fighting them. This would lead to her jumping out of the ring, thus disqualifying her.
Andrew: In case you're wondering, the reason why we let Morty leave the arena, and not Izzy, is because he never actually touched the ground. Izzy did, and was eliminated as such.
Izzy: Aw man, eliminated on a technicality again. Well, at least I have another rival. Morty is going to have to go on the back burner I'm afraid. Jack is just too great a prey to pass up.
The only remaining member left was Rusty who could only look in fear at the enraged Morty he looked down on the redneck octopus.
"Boo!"
"Ah!" screamed Rusty, before he fainted in fright. The Gophers just shook their heads.
"And Morty single handedly takes down the remaining Gopher group!" Chris shouted into the microphone. The host then turned to Andrew, "Now that is what I call good TV!"
"I can't help but agree with you," said Andrew as he smiled at Morty, who was being thrown up into the air by his team, "And let me extend my congratulations to Double D for courage, strength, and one of the best chewing outs I've ever seen."
Morty smiled as he was handed the MVC medal. He had proven himself to his team, and had finally one an MVC award. As the Bass praised Double D, all the Gophers were glaring at Rusty, who was only now awakening from his unconscious state.
The Gophers were now sitting at another campfire ceremony. Most of the campers were glaring at Rusty, who was still incoherent. The other Gophers who had fought in the ring, other than Izzy of course, had bandages covering their whole bodies. Chris smirked evilly as he came up to the podium, a plate of marshmallows in his hand.
"You guys seem to know the drill," said Chris, remembering the last time they had a ceremony, "So, remember, the one of you that does not receive a marshmallow, must get on the Boat of Losers, and leave here and never come back. Ever!"
"First marshmallows go to, Gwen."
Gwen caught her marshmallow, still having a bored look across her face.
"Owen, Izzy, Heather, Lindsey, Beth."
They all also caught their marshmallows.
"Leshawna, Cody, Fry, Mandy, Caitlin, Early."
They all also caught their marshmallows, though Ed caught his in his mouth.
"Jonesy, Bart, Leela, Nikki, Frylock, Meatwad."
They all also caught their marshmallows.
"Cartman, Kenny, Bojack, Shake, Brian and Stewie."
As they caught their marshmallows, only Trent and Rusty were left. Chris grabbed the last marshmallow and held it in his hand.
"And the last marshmallow goes to…
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Trent smiled as he caught his marshmallow.
"Daddy no!" Rusty yelled as he was dragged to the boat.
"Daddy yes!" Chris said mockingly.
Morty was sitting on the deck of the cabin. He smiled as he remembered the party the Bass threw in his celebration. He was especially happy in seeing Duncan forced to put a raccoon down his pants. Morty had gained a new respect for the game truth or dare.
Geoff smiled as he was sitting by a window, proud of how Morty was able to conquer his fears. In a few seconds, he turned back to the group, and started partying again. The night was young after all.
Losers: Courtney, Zim, Noah, Eva, Sadie, Justin, Billy, Rusty
AN: So I made a lot of changes to this chapter, being that I had Morty take over Double D's spot in the challenge because after what happened in the Big Picture Show, I don't think that Eddy would treat Double D the same way he did during the show, which was one of the reason why I had all of the Eds be on the same team. That being said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
