Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island! The campers were all assigned with an animal for them capture. Some were simple, some were hard, and some were just downright ungodly horrifying! Speaking of ungodly, our favorite fat kid Cartman had the unfortunate luck of capturing the most horrible creature of them all with Bridgette getting caught in the crossfire. Man, now that's what I call a sticky situation!

Who will capture their animal first?

Will Cartman and Bridgette be able survive their terrifying encounter?

And will Kenny really live through an episode for once?

Find out now, on Total Drama Island!


(Theme Music)


Izzy had finally gotten out of the tree she had been hiding in once she sensed that the Snooki was no longer in the vicinity.

"Ugh... not even Izzy would want to mess with a creature that vile and gross," she shuddered.

But she soon shook the horrific feeling from her mind and refocused her attention on the task at hand: to capture a deer before the time limit expired. She didn't care too much about being the first one to do it since whoever managed to capture their assigned animal would win invincibility. But she did care about being bested by the Samurai Jack yet again.

"No sir," she grumbled to herself. "Izzy will not let her nemesis best her again. This time, Izzy will be victorious and show up that damn samurai! He..."

Just then, she heard a familiar presence getting closer and closer. Sure enough, the wandering samurai only known as Jack went speeding by her as fast as he could. Izzy glared at her rival.


Izzy: Okay! Izzy has had enough of that samurai! Not only does he manage to get the best of Izzy during all these challenges! Now he thinks he can just run by and ignore me! The fiercest competitor here! Well, if he thinks ignoring Izzy is going to make her forget about him and our rivalry, he can think again! It's time for our final confrontation!


Izzy had to run fast, but she eventually caught up to the speeding Samurai Jack.

"All right samurai!" she called out while trying to keep up with the wandering samurai. "Let's cut to the chase! Izzy doesn't like you and you don't like Izzy! I can cope with that! What I can't stand is your constant getting the best of Izzy in all these challenges! How you can still best Izzy throughout this whole contest is beyond me! My guess is you're actually a lot older than look which is why you're so good at beating Izzy all the time! Maybe centuries in fact! Now normally, Izzy would be amazed and ask why you look so young. But you've embarrassed me one too many times! So here's the deal I'm willing to make you! If you just stop holding back this time and give Izzy your all, Izzy will make your elimination from this game as painless and quick as possible. And considering how you've wronged Izzy so many times in this contest, Izzy would say you're getting the better deal! So what do you say?"

Jack didn't answer her. In fact, he hadn't been listening to her at all. His mind was focused solely on getting Morty to safety as earlier when he was busy hunting for his assigned animal, he caught a glimpse of the teenage boy being chased by the moose he was assigned to capture. Forgoing winning this challenge to help those in need, the samurai went to his young friend's aid. His eyes caught sight of a large tree nearby with a trembling Morty sitting on top of one of highest branches. He made a dash for it and climbed up it as quickly as a skilled samurai could.

"Oh! Don't think hiding up a tree is going to save you samurai!" Izzy called up. "Izzy is a master tree climber and could jump to the top of this tree before you're even half way up! Now come down here and give Izzy the fight of her life!"

Before Izzy could get an answer, she suddenly felt a rush of hot air blowing on the back of her head. The crazy red head turned slowly around and found herself staring into the blood red eyes of a very angry moose. The crazed moose almost seemed to foam at the mouth as it continued to snort and growl at the teenage girl.

But did the gruesome beast scare Izzy? Not a chance.

"Beat it buster!" she snapped as she slapped the moose right across the face. "Izzy's busy with her sworn enemy right now!"

Needless to say, the moose was shocked. What was even more shocking to the vigorous mammal was that the red headed human standing before him casually turned her back to it once she had said her peace and was yelling up to the scrawny boy it had chased only moments ago.

"So what's it going to be samurai? This is your last chance to accept Izzy's challenge! You've got one minute to come down and begin our final battle! After that, Izzy's coming up after you!"

Once the moose got over the state of shock, it growled furiously. The actions of the red headed teenage girl had offended it greatly. Snorting, it slowly backed up and lowered it's head at it's new target. It took aim as it pawed the ground, preparing to charge.

"Time's almost up Samurai Jack! Five more seconds before this gets complicated! Four! Three! Two! One! And..."

BAM!

Izzy soon found herself flying through the air as well as a sudden pain in her backside. As she soared higher and higher, she turned back to see the moose staring up at her victoriously.

"Okay," Izzy grumbled as she folded her arms while still soaring through the air. "Now Izzy's mad."


"Some of you dudes seem down."

Geoff's group who had recently been joined by Stan, Kyle, Leshawna, and Dib had been walking in silence ever since the challenge had officially begun. They hadn't had any luck in tracking down their assigned animals.

"Well...it's just...we're so fed up with this damn game!" Stan was the first to speak up.

"But...the challenge just began. You all can't be frustrated with it already."

"No, no. I mean the game overall. All the lying, cheating, back stabbing, sadistic asshole TV host trying to have us all killed on a daily basis, bastard chef serving us piles of shit for dinner...when is it all going to stop?" Stan questioned.

"Until there's a winner...unfortunately," Geoff sighed. "But yeah, I hear ya dude. This show's been intense since day one. I mean, what with what happened to your hometown, Courage having no family, Heather and Cartman's alliance, Izzy and Jack..dude, things really are messed up around here!"

Stan didn't reply. He appeared to be thinking really hard about something. Something that had been bothering him for quite some time now.

"You know," he finally said, "A lot of fucked up things have happened in this game already, with so many people getting hurt already and despite all of that, I still don't want to lose this contest. But...will it really be worth it in the end?"

Geoff just took a deep breath as he continued to listen to Stan. Finally, he spoke.

"You know Stan...I can see where you're coming from. Like you said, we all want to win this game and the sad fact is that only one of us can win. So yeah, bad things are going to happen and some people like Heather or Cartman are going to play dirty in order to get further in the game. And I've got to hand it to Cartman, he's done well to get this far without getting voted off. Shows how strategical the the dude really is, huh?"

Both Stan and Kyle just glared at the party boy with disdain at that last comment. Geoff rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. He wanted to help the two boys, but he wasn't sure if he knew the right words to say. But he shrugged and decided to wing it.

"But you know what? Without an alliance, I doubt those two would made it as far as they did."

Stan looked up at the party animal with a confused look.

"What are you on about Geoff?" He asked.

"I mean, without people backing them up, none of their plans would have succeeded. They needed help to carry out their plans and needed other people's votes to get rid of the the contestants they wanted to get rid of. Without those people, Heather or Cartman probably would have been voted off a long time ago."

Now, Stan and Kyle were really intrigued.

"I guess what I'm trying to say dudes is...with all of us working together, we have the power to stop Heather and Cartman and have them eliminated so no else ends up getting hurt because of them."

Before anyone can say anymore, the conversation was abruptly cut short by a familiar voice that the group knew all too well.

"Hey!"

The group stopped dead in their tracks. Standing in front of them was a certain queen bee that the campers had been recently talking about. She was covered in mud and looked quite upset.

"Oh great, little miss spoiled princess is here," Leshawna said with clear contempt.

"That stupid rabbit managed to escape my trap because I didn't have any carrots!" she growled as she glared at a certain purple haired camper

"Well, did you double check to make sure it couldn't get out of your trap?" Leela asked.

"I didn't think the rabbit would escape! Why didn't you tell me rabbits were sneaky like that?"

"Why is it her fault your rabbit got away?" Geoff demanded.

"Shut it party boy! I'm in no mood!"

"You're never 'in the mood'! And quite frankly, I'm getting tired of it! We all are! You're totally killing the party, bra!"

"I agree, why don't you go fuck yourself queen bitch!" Stan shouted.

"Who died and made you in charge of us, you heartless whore!" Kyle chimed in.

"I'm warning you, pea brains! One more word and you'll be the next one to go home! Starting with party boy over there!"

The campers gasped in shock.

"But... Geoff never did anything wrong!" Harold pleaded first.

"He's here, he's talking back to me, and he's keeping all of you losers from helping me! That's reason enough to vote him off next! Now quit your blabbering with brainless there and one of you go back to the campgrounds and get me some more carrots! I'll see if I can't get a better trap ready!"

Heather turned around and began pulling on some nearby vines. Leela looked back and forth between her and Geoff, who was now standing there looking somewhat hurt. She couldn't help but feel bad for him. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong and had lead his team to victory countless times.

"Are you all still standing there?" Heather barked. "Go get me some more carrots!"

Then, Leela wasn't quite sure what happened, but something in her head snapped. Angrily, she took a deep breath, stomped her foot, and uttered that one word Heather hated most of all.

"…...No..."

Then, as if she had been kicked, Heather whipped around. A look of shock and anger had overtaken her face.

"What did you just say to me?" she demanded.

Leela snarled as she took another step. "You heard me bitch, I said...no!"


"Doh!" Bart groaned as he landed face first on the lake's shore once more. He had been unsuccessful in five different attempts to capture the frog that Chris and the interns had released.

Gwen was preparing her badger trap nearby. She had yet to see her target creature so she figured that instead of separating from her group to go find it, she would instead try and lure the badger to her. She had laid some badger food in the woods and led a trail of it right back to the net she had made.

Double D jumped helplessly at a seagull. It almost seemed to be laughing at his misfortune as it continued to fly around carefree.

Kenny didn't have much luck either as he was too scared to even go near the shore where the alligator was, considering that he had already been brutally ripped to shreds by one in a previous challenge.

Lindsay was having nothing but trouble as she tried to figure out how to work the giant fish net she had. Being the daughter of a wealthy businessman, she had never been fishing once in her life. She had never even seen a fishing pole, so to figure out a fishing net the same day she had discovered them was asking the impossible.

After Double D's fifth failed attempt to grab the seagull, he threw his hands in the air in frustration. He was going to need a plan if he was going to be able to capture the troublesome bird. Then out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the blonde bombshell struggling with her fishing net.


Double D: I have decided that since I was having so much difficulty trying to catch that accursed seagull, I should allow myself take a small break from it to come up with a plan. However, I could not in good conscious just stand there and ignore someone who may require my assistance. You see, I'm somewhat of an expert at knots. So if there is anyone here that could aid Lindsay with a fishing net, it would be me.


"Good afternoon to you Lindsay," Double D greeted flashing his best smile. "How are things proceeding with your task?"

"Terrible," she whined. "Why couldn't I have just gotten a fishing pole instead? Those things are probably way easier to figure out than these nets. But then... I'd have to put a worm on the hook and...EWW! Forget that! I'll stick with the net," she shuddered.

Double D just chuckled to himself. Knowing Lindsay, it was no surprise that she would say something like that. But he didn't mind her fear of getting dirty all that much. Sure, he had a similar fear as well. But this flaw was minor when compared to all the good he saw in her.

"Um... if you would like, I could perhaps help you with your net," Double D offered.

"Would you?" Lindsay gasped excitedly. "I would so appreciate it!"

"Of course. It's actually quite simple. First, you have to tie a knot here like this. Now make sure it's a release knot because you're going to want it to release when you pull the net to trap fish inside. Then, once your net is set, you grab a hold of it by the sides and toss it in like a sack of potatoes."

"Um... how do you toss a sack of potatoes?"

"You really do not know how to do that?"

"Not really. You see, we've got a butler and other hired servants back home to do that sort of stuff for us."


Double D: Well, I am not going to lie. If Lindsay would ever require further assistance in future challenges, our social class lifestyles may become a problem.


"It's very easy. Here. Allow me to show you."

Double D stood behind Lindsay and guided her hands to where they needed to be on the net. Then, his hands still on hers, he instructed her to pick the net up. Once she had the net in her hands, Double D guided her arms and body to be in the perfect position to toss the net. Finally, he helped her throw the net into the water. Amazingly, they managed to do it right on the first try.

"Just like that," he instructed. "If you keep doing it like that every time, you are bound to nab that shark sooner or later."

"Great!" Lindsay squealed excitedly. She then turned her head back to the sock hat Ed boy. "Thanks Double D."

"It was no issue."

The two stared into each others eyes and smiled.

"Um, Double D?"

"Yes?"

"You're... um... still holding onto me."

Indeed, the sock hat boy was still hanging onto Lindsay's hands while still standing behind her.

"Oh! Uh... my apologies. I did not mean to..."

"It's okay," she assured him while laughing.

Double D returned the laugh as he blushed slightly while sweating nervously.


Double D: Oh my, that was a bit awkward. Considering the fact that Lindsay's already in a relationship with Tyler. I hope he doesn't see this.


Nearby, after another failed attempt to grab his frog, Bart caught Double D and Lindsay out of the corner of his eye. He froze dead in his tracks as a sense of jealousy flooded his mind. Like many of the male campers in this competition, Bart had a bit of crush on the blonde bombshell and thought that he might be losing his one chance to score some points with her (or at least in his mind).

Once Double D had gone back to trying to capture his seagull, to which the sock hat boy was still struggling greatly with, the prankster casually walked up to the blonde with the best smile he could conjure.

"Hey Linds," he greeted her. "How's the shark fishing going?"

"Okay, I guess," she replied. "I'm still having a little trouble with the net, but not as much as before thanks to Double D."

"Heh...yeah, that Double D...real good with this kind of thing and all, right?" Bart muttered.

"Yeah, he sure is."

"You know Linds, if you ever need help with the net, feel free to call me over because..." Bart paused to take a deep breath to puff his chest out as manly as he could. "... I can do it even better, you know."

Lindsay beamed at Bart in amazement. "Really?"

"Sure thing. Here man, let me show you an easier way!"

The prankster then took the net from Lindsay's hand and proceeded to show off his amazing net fishing skills to her. He made sure to flex a little bit as he tossed the net into the water in a very stylish matter. His technique may not have really been as good as Double D's was, but it did what Bart set out to accomplish: it impressed Lindsay greatly.

"Wow," she sighed as she watched Bart with a smile. "That is a neat trick!"

Nearby, a certain orange parka wearing boy couldn't help but notice the little show the prankster was putting on for Lindsay. Like Bart before him, he suddenly felt a bit jealous when he saw what was happening. He wasn't gonna let some yellow punkass score with possibly the hottest girl he had ever seen. He rolled up his sleeves and marched right back over looking quite pissed off.

"(Hey not bad, dude,)" Kenny casually complimented. "(Not bad at all.)"

"Yeah, I know," Bart replied. "It's just something I learned how to do when..."

"(But I can't help but notice,)" Kenny interrupted, "(that the way you do it doesn't quite open the net up as large as it needs to be in order to capture something as big as a shark.)"

"Huh?"

"(The way you is all wrong for big game. I mean, it's fine if you want to catch some small fry. But if you want to catch a goddamn shark, then you've got to do it like this.)"

Without asking, Kenny snatched the net from the Bart's grasp and demonstrated what he thought was the correct way to throw the net into the water.

"I see your point, dude," Bart replied, trying to hide how irked he was getting. "But the way I do it has always worked for them in the past when fishing. Heck! Despite my dad being a complete idiot, he does it this way all the time and he still caught pretty big fish with the net."

"(You got a point there. But once again, your way is not going to catch that shark. You've got to know the exact angle to position your body and the exact amount of power to put into each toss. But I'm sure someone like you wouldn't be able to understand the concept.)"

"'Someone like me'? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bart demanded. He was no longer hiding his annoyance.

"(Oh, I'm not trying to make you look dumb or anything, dude)" Kenny casually remarked. "(It's just that... well... since we were both on the same team, I've gotten to know you pretty well and... let's just say that your not the brightest guy around. And you've got to have the brains to better understand what goes into throwing a net to catch something that big.)"

Bart just stared at the poor boy blankly. As did Lindsay. After a moment of silence, Bart snapped out of his confusion.

"Oh yeah? Well, I could say the same to you! Knowing you, you probably end getting yourself killed trying to catch that shark! Even if you did open the net up to... whatever it is you just said... you'd probably only catch minnows cause you can't get it past the shallow end of the lake without dying!"

"(Is that so, you dumbshit?)" Kenny growled as he walked up to the prankster.

"Yeah! It is so!" Bart retorted, walking up to the geek in response.

"Um... guys? What's going on here?" Lindsay asked. Clearly, she was tense at the scenario involving the two boys that were so willing to help her. But both Bart and Kenny were so caught up in their little argument that they didn't even hear or notice how uncomfortable Lindsay was at that moment.

"Well, I'll bet I could catch that shark for Lindsay before you could!" Bart snapped.

"(I would take that bet, but there's a small problem! In order to make an acceptable wager, I would have to bet against someone that actually knows how to count!)" Kenny retorted.

"Oh! An insult, huh? I'll show you! Give me that net!"

"(No way! I had it first!)"

"It's mine!"

"(Mine!)"

"MINE!"

"(MINE!)"

"Guys! Stop it!" Lindsay pleaded. She had no idea what was going on or why the two were fighting over the net.

As the prankster and the poor kid continued to play tug-of war with the net, they didn't notice that their legs were starting to get tangled up in the part of the net that was still dangling on the ground. The more they struggled with one another, the more their legs got tangled. Finally, the two tripped over their own two feet and bumped into Lindsay, who was tangled in the net as well. The three campers soon lost their balance and fell off the side of the cliff into the water below.

Nearby, Gwen and Double D approached the lake. They had both managed to successfully capture the badger and seagull in their traps and had just arrived to see how their friends were holding up. They were confused when they didn't see anyone in the area. But then, something caught Double D's eye: the handle of Lindsay's net. It was floating right along the shore with no one there to watch it.

Gwen sat her trap down and grabbed hold of the fish net.

"Ugh! It's heavy! Something got caught!"

"Oh dear, I hope Lindsay's alright."

When Gwen finally managed to pull the net ashore, she found that the net had caught a poor kid, a prankster, a blonde bombshell, a frog, an alligator, and a giant shark all at once.

Lindsay was screaming in horror as the frog was sitting right on top of her head. The alligator was rolling around madly as it tried to get out of the net. The shark was just glaring angrily at Bart for sitting on his tail.

"Oh my," Double D said.

"Um... did I miss something?" Gwen asked.

Then Lindsey screamed when she saw something else in the shark's mouth.

"That shark!" she shouted, "Killed Kenny!"

Indeed, the orange parka of the boy was stuck in the teeth of the shark. Suddenly, Bart looked at the camera.

"Hey, wait a minute," he asked, "Haven't we already done this one before?"

"Yeah," Gwen added, "That was how Kenny died in the first episode."

"The author must be running out of ideas," Bart offered, before somehow a horseshoe fell from the sky and hit him in the head.


"Oh God, get away from me! Leave me alone!"

Morty cried out for mercy as the moose rammed it's head against the tree that he was in. The teenager could only cling on for life as the psychotic mammal continued it's attempts to pummel him.

A few more headbutts later and Morty started to lose his grip on his branch. He wrapped his feet around it for more support. But the persistent moose wasn't about to give up.

As the moose continued to grunt and headbutt the tree, it failed to notice the presence of a certain samurai hiding in the bushes. His eyes were fixated on the target. Then without warning, Jack leaped out of the bushes and slammed his foot down onto the moose's head, knocking it out instantly.

"Are you all right my young friend?" Jack asked Morty.

"Yeah, I guess so. Thanks Jack," Morty replied before a look of dread appeared on his face as he saw the moose starting to get back up. Before he could warn Jack of what was happening, he suddenly heard the familiar cry of an angry red head.

"AY YI YI YI!"

Izzy let out a massive war cry and jumped from the bushes and tackled the moose with full force.

From the tree and the ground, all Jack and Morty could see was a cloud of dust and all he could hear was the sound of the moose and Izzy grunting as they struggled to out wrestle one another.


Morty: To he perfectly honest, I didn't know which one was going to win at the time. All I did know was that it didn't matter. Because either way, I knew that Jack was probably going to be next. (he shudders)


Finally, after five minutes, the dust cleared. Izzy stood proud and tall on top of the unconscious moose.

"Ha!" she exclaimed in victory. "When you mess with the thunder that is Izzy, you'd best be prepared for the boom that will follow!"

"Gee... thanks Izzy," Morty called down.

"Indeed, that was most impressive," Jack praised.

"Oh, don't go thanking Izzy just yet, samurai... you and I still have matters to discuss."

The samurai could only sigh. Somehow, he knew this was going to happen.

"Now then, as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted by this feeble attempt of a beast: accept my challenge and do not hold back! Do so now and Izzy will be lenient!"

"You have not yet earned the right to face my blade," Jack responded. "Despite your ancestry, you still have much to learn young one."

Izzy just snarled in response to his words.

"Izzy can see that the samurai likes doing things the hard way. Oh well... this is the only part of being Izzy that Izzy doesn't like."

"Um...what are you talking about?"

"Well... if you won't settle this peacefully, Izzy is going to have to..."

Before Izzy could explain herself, the moose she had conquered had gotten back on it's feet and headbutted the crazy red head from behind, sending her flying through the air once again.

"...Speaking of slow learners..." she sighed as she soared off into the distance.


"...What did you just say to me?"

"I... said... no!"

Geoff, Leshawna, and the rest of his group held their breath as they watched Leela finally confront the mean girl that had been tormenting everyone all season.

"I'm sorry," Heather said. "I;m not quite sure I heard you correctly. I think I might have some dirt in my ear or something because..."

"Than read my lips, Heather! NO! None of us have to do anything you say!"

Heather's eyes nearly popped out of her head. All her life, she was used to getting what she wanted without anyone arguing or putting up a fuss. And here was this mutant freak, of all people, refusing to let her have her way for the first time in her life.


Geoff: Whoa! Did that, like, just really happen? Did I just witness Leela stand up to Heather? (He pauses for a minute and then smiles) Dude, if I do get eliminated tonight because of this, I can leave the game happy! Because THAT was worth the grand prize alone! Kudos to you dudette!

Heather: (Her arms are folded) So I'm standing there thinking to myself, 'Is she serious? Does she know who she's talking to? Did she forget that I have to power to have her eliminated from this contest TONIGHT?' And then, it hit me. She was probably just upset that I called her friends brainless. So, easy damage control. I just apologize, then she or someone else'll get my carrots, and I can win invincibility. Simple as that.


"Okay Leela was it? Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you and I'm sorry I called your friends here brainless. Okay? Now one of you go get my carrots."

"What part of 'no' did you not understand?" Leela snapped. "No one's going to help you anymore! Period! And not just because you insulted Geoff! But because you're a manipulative, evil, spoiled, rotten brat! And the rest of us don't have to take any of your crap anymore!"

Heather gasped in shock. Then, she glared evilly at the farm girl.

"Take that back," she growled.

"Like I said Heather: We don't have to do anything you say. So NO!"

"You little cretin! You do know I have the power to eliminate you, right? All I have to do is say your name and you're gone!"

"The only reason you have the power is because those lackeys of your gave you that power! You only got your way because you manipulated those who would listen to vote alongside you! They went along with all your plans! The only reason the people you had eliminated are gone is because they agreed to vote with you! Face it, uou don't have any power without someone to string along!"

Heather opened her mouth to retort, but as Leela's words sank in, she came to a horrible realization: Leela was right and she knew it.

"It's over Heather!" Leela continued to cry out. "You're not going to be the one with power in this game anymore! Not as long as the rest of us have anything to say about it!"

Heather just gritted her teeth as she stared evilly at Leela.

"...Mark my words, cyclops! You just made the biggest mistake of your life!"

"The only mistake I made was not stopping you sooner!"

Heather opened her mouth to reply, but she was too angry to find any words. She just scoffed and stormed back to camp. For the first time in the competition, she was on her own.

Geoff had to hold his laughter in until Heather was out of sight. But it wasn't easy listening to the queen bee swear and scream in fury as she stomped off.

"Leela! You did it bra!" Geoff exclaimed.

"Yeah, girl! You really told her!" Leshawna praised.

"I guess I had a lot of aggression inside me." Leela replied

"I'll say. Remind me not to get on your bad side bra," Geoff said.


The moose was now trying to saw the tree down in it's latest attempt to get the Morty out of the tree while Jack stood its way with his sword now unsheathed.

"Why couldn't I have gotten a normal animal like everyone else?"

As the moose sawed, Izzy had entered the terrain once again. This time, she was up in another tree plotting her next move on the moose.

"If anyone is going to have revenge on the samurai, I'm going to have it moose," she growled as she applied black war paint to her face.


"...Snooki want smoosh smoosh!"

Cartman and Bridgette backed slowly away from the Snooki. Neither one dared to make any sudden movements and though it was hard to do, they had to remain calm.

"Don't let it know you're afraid," Bridgette whispered to the fat kid. "It can sense fear."

"Easier said than done, hippie. What the fuck are we going to do now?"

"Just stay calm and don't make any rash moves," Bridgette replied. "I'll think of something."

All the while, the Snooki just licked herself as she sniffed the air and nibbled on the pickle in her hand. One way or another, it was going to get the smoosh smoosh it wanted. After all, Snooki's were known for getting smoosh smoosh whenever they wanted it.

"...smoosh smoosh...Snooki want smoosh smoosh..." it continued to chant.

"Why the fuck does it want 'smoosh smoosh' hippie? You're an animal expert, right?"

"Well..." the surfer girl shuddered. The mere thought of it was repulsive enough. "When a Snooki says it wants smoosh smoosh... it means it's looking for a mate. And if I remember correctly, a Snooki usually craves smoosh smoosh every two to three days and it doesn't care if it gets it from a male mate or a female mate just as long as it gets it's smoosh smoosh."

"Oh God... no way I'm letting it force me to be it's mate! All those STD's... NO FUCKING WAY!"

Then, in a moment of panic, Cartman did the unthinkable: for the first time in his life, he started to run away from a challenge.

"Cartman! No!"

But Bridgette was too late to stop the fat boy. The Snooki sensed Cartman's moment of weakness and pounced on the unsuspecting teen. It grabbed Cartman by the collar of his shirt and violently dragged it to some nearby bushes chanting 'smoosh smoosh' the entire time.

Another first came from Cartman at that moment: he cried out in pure terror as he was being dragged to the bushes.

"HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME! OH GOD! NO! PLEASE! NO! NO! NO!"

"Snooki gonna get smoosh smoosh!"

Bridgette watched helplessly as one of the most hated campers on the island was dragged out of sight in the bushes to his inhumane fate.

Now that the Snooki had chosen her mate, Bridgette knew that the wisest thing she could do was make a run for it as fast and as hard as she could. She turned to run, but she was interrupted by the screams of horror and terror of Cartman.

"NO! NO! PLEASE! SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP!"


Bridgette: So there I was, stuck in one of my inner battles with myself when I knew I should be running for my life. On the one hand, that brat was about to get everything that his karma owed him. But listening to him cry out so helplessly and in such terror... doh! Sometimes, I think my ability to care for others too much is a curse. And only God knows why I'm about to do something as crazy as confront this creature head on. I just hope the shots the Total Drama doctors gave us all before the show can protect me from whatever diseases that thing is carrying.


"Snooki going to get smoosh smoosh!"

"PLEASE! NO! OH GOD! IT'S GOING TO RAPE ME!"

Cartman struggled to get out from under the creature. It had ripped his red sweater off and was now trying to tear off his pants. Despite his struggles, the Snooki's craving for smoosh smoosh was far too strong for him to overpower.

'Oh, I can't die like this!' he thought helplessly to himself. 'I just can't! No! I don't want to die! God, I don't want to fucking die! Please help me!'

"Hey! You!"

Both Cartman and Snooki ceased their struggling with one another. Both turned their attention to the surfer girl. She was standing there in the wide open.

"Come on Snooki! You want smoosh smoosh?"

'Snooki want smoosh smoosh!"

"Then come get smoosh smoosh!"

Bridgette threw a stone at the Snooki and then took off into the wood as fast as she could. True, she was afraid of being alone in the woods and all. But being assaulted by a Snooki was far more dangerous and scary in her eyes, so she decided to face the lesser of two dangers. As expected, the Snooki decided to give chase. Not only was it excited to get smoosh smoosh, but it's instinct wouldn't allow it to forgive even the tiniest of insults or physical assaults. It just had to have the last hit in a fight.

Cartman, who was practically in tears due to almost dying by contracting some kind of deadly disease the Snooki was surely carrying, just sat up and stared in the direction the Snooki and surfer girl had run off to. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Bridgette, the one person he had harassed and teased throughout the entity of the challenge, had just turned around and saved his life while putting herself at risk.

'Why? Why in the hell would she do something like that?' he thought to himself.


"C-come on! J-just leave me alone!" Morty continued pleading with the savage moose. "I didn't want to hunt you down! But I had no choice! You have to believe... GOOD GOD! IS THAT FUCKING DYNAMITE?"

"What madness is this?!" Jack exclaimed as he readied his blade in case things took a turn for the worse.

Sure enough, just as Morty feared, the moose has somehow gotten it's hoofs an some dynamite and was now planting it under his tree. It glanced up at the teenager and the samurai as it gave them an evil smirk.

Once all thirty pounds of dynamite was in place, the moose began to dig through his coat of fur for a match. It grunted in frustration as it couldn't find one.

"Looking for this moose?"

The moose turned around and saw a match that was already lit right being held in front of him. The moose smiled as it took the match from the mysterious person's hand and used it to light the TNT. Once the string ignited, it hid behind a nearby boulder, covered it's hears, and shut it's eyes.

But little did it know that the same mysterious person that had given it the match moved in on the dynamite, grabbed all of it in one scoop, and quietly placed it right by the moose without it knowing.

For quite some time, the moose didn't know the danger it was in. Then, it began to smell the odor of sulfur nearby and turned around. It's face dropped as it recognized what was happening, but it was too late. The dynamite exploded and the moose was sent off into the sky like a firework display.

"HA HA!" The mysterious figure cried in victory. The figure jumped out from the shadows and revealed herself to be Izzy. "Headbutt Izzy once, shame on Izzy! Headbutt Izzy twice, shame on moose!"

She then turned her attention to Samurai Jack once more.

"All right samurai! This is your last chance! If you don't accept Izzy's challenge and draw you sword against her, things are going to get very, very grim for you my worthy foe!"

"Your choices have clearly led you here, as have mine," the confidence and discipline in the samurai's voice shook Morty to his core. "I will give you a new choice; leave now and live, or stay and face your destiny."

Izzy seemed somewhat shocked by Jack's remarks. She hadn't expected this.

"Enough words, samurai," she replied. "I must admit I admire you courage for being so willing to take the consequences. But not enough to spare you from the horrible thing Izzy must do to you now. I hope you're ready for..."

A loud thud interrupted Izzy again. The crazy girl jumped around instantly to see what dared interrupt her this time. What she found was a charred moose with blood red eyes staring directly at her, pawing viciously at the ground and grunting ever so violently.

"Why can't you let Izzy have her revenge peacefully?" she snapped. "Fine! Whatever! I'll take care of you first if I must!"


Chris, Chef, Butters, Craig, Tweek, Jimmy, Timmy, Rolf, and Jonny stood by the finish line awaiting the arrival of the contestants and their assigned animals. Their attention turned to a certain queen bee that marched out of the woods angrily empty-handed.

"Heather, bra, you do know that the only way you can win this challenge is to come back with your animal, right?" Chris asked.

"Thank you so much for reminding, Captain Obvious," Heather snapped back as she stomped off towards the campgrounds. "I need some more carrots! Your stupid rabbit ate my first ones."

The host, chef, and the interns just watched in fear as Heather stomped out of sight. They could of sworn that the ground shook and trembled with each step she took.

"Is she always like this?" Craig asked Chef.

"Not always," Chef replied. "Sometimes, she wakes up in a good mood... but oh dear, look out when she wakes up in a bad mood."

"How bad can she get?" Butters asked next.

"Let me put it to you this way little solder: I recall once upon a time during the war when we had to make our way through a mine field. Half of us didn't make it through that field... I would rather go through that again than put up with that girl on her worse day."

Butters shuddered at the thought of that. The only other person he could imagine being that grumpy all the time was Cartman. If Heather was anything like him, he did not ever want to get on that girl's bad side.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw another group of teenagers coming out of the woods. This was the group that consisted of Gwen, Lindsay, Double D, Bart, and Kenny. Gwen and Double lead the way with her duck on her shoulders while the Ed boy carried the seagull safely in his hands. Behind Gwen, she was dragging the net that contained Lindsay, Bart, a still deceased Kenny, the alligator, the frog, and the shark. Without saying a word, Gwen and Double D approached the cages and put their duck and seagull in one first. Gwen then got her teammates out of the net and placed their animals in their cages for them as they recollected themselves.

"Well then, I think it's safe to say that Gwen is the undisputed winner of the challenge. Which means that she wins a dinner from! As for Double D, Bart, Lindsay, and Kenny, you four also win invincibility!"

"You're all welcome," Gwen said as she stood by the cages proudly.

"Yes, well done Gwen," Double D muttered as he brushed some seagull feathers off his shirt. "Is everyone else alright? I mean...besides Kenny I suppose."

"I'm good," Bart answered.

"I'm not," Lindsay whimpered,"Now because of all your fighting, my clothes are ruined with swamp mud, my mascara is running, and worst of all, you ruined what was supposed to be a fun challenge with friends!"

The upset blonde didn't even give Bart a chance to respond as she stomped off towards to communal showers to clean up. The prankster now had a look of guilt and shame on his face.

Nearby, a certain queen bee, who had finally retrieved some more carrots, managed to see the entire scenario unfold.

"Ha! Way to screw up losers!" Heather taunted as she passed by the other campers.

"You know Heather, if I were you I would focus less on making people mad at you and more on getting your rabbit for the challenge if you don't want to be voted off tonight," Chris chuckled.

"Do I look like I'm worried about that in the least?" Heather boasted confidently. "In fact, I'm so confident in myself, I guarantee that I'm going to be the next one to bring back an animal to these cages!"

"Dudes! We found our animals!"

Heather's eyes bulged with shock as she heard the excited voice of a party animal emerge from the woods. She turned around to see the entirety of Geoff's group walking towards the cages with their animals. Some such as Geoff with his snake that was coiled affectionately around his shoulders, Leela with her raccoon that was enjoying being cradled by the one that had caught her. Stan and Kyle both had leashes around bot the coyote and wolverine as didn't they want to take any risks handling these animals. The campers just smirked mischievously at the queen bee as they placed their animals into their select cages.

"You were saying Heather?" Chris chuckled.

Heather just grumbled under her breath and marched back into the woods without another word.

Geoff's team happily placed their animals into their cages, securing their place in the game.

Nearby, Gwen couldn't help but notice and smiled as she was glad that her boyfriend was able to get invincibility.


Gwen: (Folding her arms) Okay, this is totally out of character for me as I usually can't stand this puppy love mushy stuff. But you know what? Geoff is such a great guy... so today, I'm going to put that distaste for this kind of stuff aside. Besides, it's a nice change of pace compared to what I went through earlier with the whole Bart and Kenny trying to impress Lindsay thing.


"Hey Chris?"

"Yes Gwen?"

"I was wondering... would it be okay if I could share my reward with Geoff?"

Geoff looked over at the goth girl with surprise.

"Really babe?! You'd do that for me?"

"Sure, why not? After all, I get the feeling that we are long overdue for a dinner together," she replied with a smirk.

Geoff blushed a bit as he smiled greatly at Gwen.

"Hmm... let's see...," Chris spoke aloud. "Take this advantage to show off the obvious blossoming feelings that you two have for one another for the public to see and boost the ratings? You bet!"

Gwen and several other campers just scowled at the host. 'Jerk,' Gwen thought to herself.

Geoff approached the green haired loner and hugged her in appreciation.

"Dudette, you are seriously awesome!" Geoff added.

"I know," she smirked back.

The sound of hands clapping interrupted the the couple. They all turned around and saw a certain rabbit now wearing an apron and donning a Chef's hat (To this, Chef Hatchet grumbled under his breath). Bugs Bunny snapped his fingers once again and motioned for the two teens to follow him over to the dinner table his assistant Porky Pig had set up for them. Not wanting to keep the chef or their stomachs waiting any longer, Beth and Geoff eagerly raced over to the table to receive their meal.


(Elsewhere, where things aren't going as smoothly)

Bridgette breathed heavily as she raced through the woods as fast as her legs could carry her. She was terrified beyond comprehension. Not only was she all alone in the woods once again. Now to make matters worse, she was being hunted down by one of the most vile disgusting creatures of all time.

She wanted to scream out in terror. She wanted to cry out for someone to help her. She desperately wanted to be anywhere but where she was right now. At home surfing with her friends; with her mom enjoying a good vegan dish and laughing together; with DJ holding one another and whispering sweet nothings just to hear his voice and take here away from the danger she was in.

"SNOOKI WANT SMOOSH SMOOSH!"

The shrieking sound of the Snooki brought Bridgette back to reality.

'Come on Bridge,' she thought to herself as she quickened her pace. 'You have to keep going. Otherwise, the consequences are beyond dire.'

And doing her best to block out her fear of being alone in the woods, she continued to race through the woods as fast as she could, unknowing which direction she was going in.


All Jack and Morty could do was watch in silence as their two stalkers circled the battlefield down below, sizing one another up for the epic confrontation. What made it so uncomfortable for the young teenager was that he knew regardless of the winner, he or Jack was going to be next on his or her hit list.

'Oh Jeez,' he thought to himself. 'How the hell do I get into these situations?'

Down below, Izzy and the moose stared intensely at one another, preparing for the ultimate showdown.

Izzy cricked her neck. The moose cricked his as well. It then pawed at the ground. Izzy did the same. She snorted at the large mammal. The moose grunted back at the insane red head.

Then, without warning, Izzy let out a major battle cry and charged at the moose head first. The moose growled in return and charged at Izzy as well full speed ahead. Both combatants picked up their speed and charged at one another with teeth clenched and eyes focused solely on the other. Finally, their heads collided. Izzy was the one who took the fall and landed on her bottom. Shaking off the effects of the attack, Izzy glared up at the moose, who was grinning triumphantly at her.

Was Izzy going to settle for defeat? Of course not. She rolled out of the way just in time before the moose could bring it's hoofs down on her and took her distance again.

Once again, the two were sizing the other. Then, with another battle cry each, the two charged head first at one another yet again. This time, when their heads collided, it was the moose that was knocked down and Izzy standing triumphantly over the animal.

But the moose didn't stay down for very long. It jumped right back on all four legs and growled ferociously at Izzy once more. But Izzy, getting bored with charging at the moose every time, just grabbed a nearby log and simply bashed the moose over the head with it.

The moose was dazed for a split second before regaining it's composure. It let out a loud roar and kicked Izzy as hard as it could, sending the red head flying through the air.

But Izzy, being Izzy, caught sight of a vine hanging from the trees and managed to grab hold of it as she flew by it. Then, letting out the cry of Tarzan, she swung back towards the moose once again.

The moose had no time to react as Izzy kicked it, sending it flying in the other direction. But like Izzy, the moose managed to grab hold of a vine with it's mouth and swung back towards the crazy teenage red head.

The two kicked at one another as they swung around the clearing of the woods. Each time their feet would make contact with the other, the sound of the collisions thundered throughout the woods.

Needless to say, Morty stayed as quiet as possible and hid as best as he could while Jack continued to analyze the fight with a determined look on his face.


Morty: (He looks quite nervous) During the entire battle, all I could think to myself was: Holy shit! we're going to be next!


Back at camp

It wasn't long before the rest of the remaining campers came by with their assigned animals looking no worse for wear.

Geoff and Gwen were sitting down and enjoying the fine dinner that Bugs Bunny and one of his faithful friends Porky Pig had prepared for them: a large pepperoni pizza with a side of chicken wings, salad, and freshly baked bread sticks.

"Makes you think Bugs should be the chef and Chef should be one of the interns," Geoff whispered to Gwen.

The goth laughed at this, unaware that Chef was grumbling under his breath while scraping some unknown substance under his boot and throwing it in his ingredient's bag.

Meanwhile, the said bunny was approaching the two contestants with some soda pop. As he poured the cool contents of the drink into their glasses, a light jazz melody could be heard playing in the background once more. Geoff and Gwen just looked at one another with loving smiles on their faces. It seemed that things were looking up for

"AUGH!"

All heads turned towards the outskirts of the woods and could hear the sound of a someone terrified beyond reason racing towards them. Seconds later, a horrified looking blonde surfer girl covered in mud and twigs emerged from the woods running as fast as her legs would allow her to.

"Bridgette?!" Geoff called out anxiously. Something was clearly wrong.

"Bridgette? Bra? That bear a little too much for you to handle?" Chris teased.

"Not a bear!" Bridgette cried out as she raced past Chris. "Not a bear!"

"Huh? Bridgette, what on earth are you talking about?" Chris called after her. "You clearly had a bear for you animal to capture. What the heck else could..."

"SMOOSH SMOOSH! SNOOKI WANT SMOOSH SMOOSH!"

Chris' smile disappeared instantly and he froze dead in his tracks. He knew that sound all too well. Not to mention the immense danger he was now in. But before he could make a run for it, the creature known as the Snooki had emerged from the woods. And the sadistic host was the first person it saw.

"OH FUCK THIS!" Rick exclaimed as used his portal gun to open a green wormhole and jumped through it.

"I'M OUTTA HERE!" Chef cried out and raced for the nearest form of shelter he could find.

Bugs and Porky, without a moment's hesitation, quickly packed up their catering tools, grabbed hold of Gwen and Geoff, and raced off after Chef and Bridgette.

"OH DEAR LORD, NO!" Chris exclaimed in terror and raced off after the others.

"SNOOKI WANT SMOOSH SMOOSH!" it cried out excitedly and gave chase.

Within seconds, the host had passed Chef. Then the interns. Then every other camper. He made a bee line for his trailer, bolted inside, locked the doors, and wasn't about to let anyone else in.

Chef was the first to reach the trailer too. He banged on the door frantically, begging Chris to let him in. But the host wasn't listening to his pleas. The campers, and the interns had joined Chef in banging on the trailer.

"You son of a bitch!" Brian yelled.

"Dude! Let us in!" Geoff begged.

"Help us!" Gwen pleaded.

"I don't wanna die, eh!" screamed Ezekiel.

"MAMA!" DJ sobbed.

"Please! Don't leave us out here!" Bridgette cried out.

"Don't let her get me!" Eddy screamed.

"Dear Lord!" Double D shouted.

"Snooki bad for Ed!" Ed wailed.

But their pleas went unheard.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell do we do?" Stan exclaimed.

"Oh, God." Kyle moaned as he grabbed his head and stumbles away, then falls on all fours, "Wuh. Aah. Get out of here!"

"Why?" Stan said flatly as Kyle continued writhing and then threw his hat away. He then pulled out a tube of gel and puts some on his left hand. quickly greases up his hair, takes off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, put on a necklace, combed his hair, puts on rings on his left hand, and writes "KYLeY-B" on his T-shirt.

"Dude."

Those who were outside the trailer gasped and slowly turned around. Slowly approaching them with lust and longing in it's eyes was the Snooki. It licked it's chomps as it closed in on it's helpless prey."SMOOSH SMOOSH!"

Chef hid behind Meatwad and Early... or as best as a seven foot muscular man could hide behind a talking ball of meat and a redneck squid.

Bridgette and Gwen each clung onto one of the terrorized party animal's arms tightly.

"Geoff! If I never told you this, I'm glad we met and were able to become friends," Bridgette confessed

"Me too bra," Geoff replied.

"And then I won't get another chance to say it... Geoff... I... I think you're great!"

Geoff's heart stopped momentarily. Not because of the immense danger he was in. But because of what Gwen had just said to him.

"You're not the smartest guy I've ever met. Or the most romantic or grateful. But I've never met anyone with a heart bigger than yours."

Geoff didn't know why, but in spite of what was about to happen to them, he could feel his heart melting. He knew he had to tell Gwen how he really felt too while he still had time.

"I think you're great too Gwen!" Geoff replied.

In that instant second, Gwen's fears of the Snooki vanished as she let Geoff's words sink in.

"Really?" she asked, grinning the widest grin she had ever grinned.

"Definitely," Geoff replied instantly, also smiling greatly. "Behind those highlights, dark clothing, and amazing figure is the most genuine, sweetest, and radical babe I have had the pleasure of meeting in my entire life."

By now, Gwen was ecstatic and was smiling from ear to ear with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Aww, that is probably the most romantic thing I've ever heard," she whispered.

"Me too Gwen," Geoff replied meaningfully.

Everyone else and even Chris (from his window) watched the two stare at one another deeply and affectionately. The moment was a touching one to say the least. That is, until...

"SNOOKI WANT SMOOSH SMOOSH!"

The shrilling shriek of the Snooki snapped everyone back into panic mode. The creature was now a mere three feet away from them. It prepared for the pounce as the victims closed their eyes and braced for the inevitable.

But just as the Snooki was ready to pounce...

SMACK!

The Snooki let out a cry of pain. Everyone opened their eyes to see what had happened. And the sight they saw was unbelievable to say the least.

Standing between the six victims and the Snooki was a nine year old boy dressed like he was auditioning for Jersey Shore with nothing but his comb, hair gel, and a determined look on his face.

"Get out of here, you piece of garbage! You wanna smoosh, go creepin' somewheres else!" Kyle boldly stated.

The vile creature growled and snarled at the nine year old. But with his inner Jersey now unleashed, Kyle had nothing to fear.

"You're garbage! You know that?! You're cabbage!" he exclaimed as he punched the Snooki again. The creature cried in pain as it backed away from the nine year old.

SMACK! SMACK!

"SMOSH SMOOSH!"

"You've got cabbage in your muff!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Each strike forced the Snooki back further and further. No matter how it tried to jump on Kyle or get by him, she was no match for the Jersey nine year old.

SMACK!

"You've got cabbage in your fuckin' muff!"

It took Kyle almost one whole minute to force the Snooki away from the petrified contestants and staff of Total Drama and towards the other animals stuck in their cages. But Kyle was able to get the job done and with one final left hook, he forced the Snooki into it's cage and locked the door, securing the creature inside.

"Ugh...what the fuck just came over me?" Kyle groaned as he came back to his senses.

Then, before he knew what was happening, Kyle was surrounded by the individuals he had rescued.

"Dude! That was awesome!" Geoff complimented the nine year old while raising him on his shoulders in victory.

Bridgette and Gwen reached up and appreciatively hugged Kyle.

"Thank you so much!" Bridgette thanked.

"You were so brave!" Gwen added.

"I salute you solder!" Chef saluted. "You can join my platoon any time!"


Kyle: Wow! So that's what it's like to be treated as a hero! I must admit, even though I hate my Jersey heritage with a burning passion, that felt good!


"Dude! You and that accent equals AWESOMENESS!" Chris exclaimed excitedly. He had finally emerged from his trailer when he saw that the Snooki was locked in it's cage. "Stick with me kid! After this, you and your accent are going to go places!"

But rather than getting an equally excited response like he was hoping, he instead found the young boy starring at Chris with pure disgust and anger. The other campers and interns were glaring at the host too.

"What?!" he asked. "You're not upset because I locked you out, are you? Come on! You're all alright, aren't you?"

"No thanks to you," Chef grumbled and stomped away.

The South Park boys all just flipped the bird at the host and marched away after Chef.

"Ah, whatever," Chris mumbled. "But anyways, with the Snooki being caught, I guess that means that Cartman now has invincibility for tonight's elimination ceremony... thanks to Bridgette and Kyle here."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Kyle shouted, "I actually prevented that fatass from getting kicked off?!"

"What?!" Bridgette snapped. "How could you do that?! Cartman didn't even do anything to help in catching that thing!"

"True, true. But I didn't say that it had to be who caught the animal. Just what animal had to be caught. And since you decided to help in the capture of Cartman's creature, then that means that Cartman will join the others in enjoying safety from the votes."

Bridgette just stared in disbelief at the host's announcement. As much as she hated to admit it, the host was right. But that didn't make it any easier for her to accept that fact.

"And I suggest that if you too want to enjoy that feeling of invulnerability that you get your butt back in the woods and try to locate your animal. You've got about... thirty minutes left."

Bridgette looked back at the woods. The thought of going back in there made her tremble.

"I... I... I can't," she shivered. "I don't think I can muster the courage to go back in there. Not after everything I've been through today."

"Well then, I guess you'll be facing the votes," Chris chuckled as he walked away.

Kyle stared at the host leaving in anger and disbelief. "I never thought I would hate someone as much as Cartman!" he stated angrily.

Bridgette sat down on a stump nearby and allowed her body to relax from all the stress she had just gone through. But it didn't help that much knowing she could be voted out.

"Hey bra. Don't worry about it," Geoff assured the surfer girl. "I can promise you that there's no way you'll be the one going home tonight."

"Yeah Bridgette. Geoff and I won't vote for you. Besides, Heather still hasn't caught her animal yet and knowing her, she can't do anything without any lackeys helping her so she's as good as gone," Gwen assured as well.

Bridgette breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't known about the queen bee still being vulnerable. Knowing that she was still a potential choice for elimination made her feel much more secure about her position in the game.

But unfortunately, that security lasted a whole whooping three seconds.

"Hold still you cretin!" came a shrilling voice.

The three teens and Linus looked up to see the queen bee wrestling the rabbit in her arms trying to calm it down and maintain it's eagerness to put up a fight in hopes of escape. But Heather's will to win invincibility was far stronger as she held onto the rabbit with every ounce of strength she possessed.

Finally, after three minutes of struggling and wrestling with the raccoon, Heather managed to muster her way over to the cages and threw the rabbit into one of them and locked the cage door before it had time to react.

Heather took a minute to catch her breath before looking at the three teens sitting there and stated triumphantly that she was now safe.

"What was that you were saying about me needing someone to help me at all times?" she taunted before flicking her hair arrogantly and strutting back to the cabins to tend to her wounds.


Heather: (She is wrapping bandages around her arm) Well, this challenge certainly took it's toll on the human body. But all's well that ends well. I've ensured my spot in the next round of this contest! Now I can focus on setting my plan into motion!

Bridgette: (She appears somewhat distressed) Well, so much for that safety net.


Geoff and Gwen each put an arm around the distraught surfer girl as she sank to the ground in defeat.

But little did she know that from the edge of the woods, there was a certain fat boy staring at her. Cartman had no expression on his face as he just stared at her in silence.

'After all I put her through, she still risked her neck to save me from that horrendous creature,' he thought to himself. 'But why would she do that? She could of sent me packing tonight easily.'

Cartman just continued to stare at the blonde-haired surfer as a tear rolled down her cheek while trying to compose herself.

Then, without a word, the fat kid walked off into the woods.


"AYE YI YI YI!"

Izzy and the moose were still battling it out for supreme undisputed dominance over one another. Neither one showed any signs of wear or tear in spite of the many cuts and bruises the two now sustained.

Both Morty and Jack could only watch in both shock and amazement as to how dedicated the two combatants were to winning this duel. The samurai would almost admire the battle if he didn't know that he would be next.

Within seconds, a cloud of dust had surrounded the two brawlers and all the action was out of view. Only the sounds of the grunts and cries of battle could be heard.

Occasionally, the dust would settle and the duo could see glimpses of who had the upper hand in the battle. On one occasion, they saw the moose jumping up and down on Izzy before she broke free and another dust cloud surrounded the two. Ten seconds later, the dust cleared again and it was Izzy jumping up and down on the moose this time. But the moose bit her leg to escape and another dust cloud arose.

For what seemed like forever, the dust cloud had engulfed the monstrous moose and the crazy redhead. But after some time had passed, the two campers heard a thunderous blow be struck. Some dust broke off from the main cloud and was rapidly speeding towards a tree. When the dust dispersed, it was revealed that Izzy was stuck between the antlers of the moose, who was charging towards both Jack and Morty as fast as it could.

"No!" Izzy cried out. "Izzy cannot go down like this! She won't allow herself to!"

But alas, Izzy did go down like this. The moose charged directly into the tree, ramming Izzy against it in the process. But that wasn't the full extent of the moose's damage. The impact was strong enough to cause the base of the tree to snap just enough that it was falling down. All Morty could do was cry out in terror as the tree fell to the ground.

"AUGH!"

THUD

The fourteen year old opened his eyes. He felt okay other than being a little shaken up. That and the fact that his entire world was upside down. He tried to sit up, but found that he was unable to move. He looked up to where his feet were and found a distressing sight.

"Oh jeez!" he exclaimed. "My feet are tangled up in the tree!"

Sure enough, his feet had caught some vines that were in the tree and his feet were hopelessly tangled.

Unfortunately for him though, that was the least of his troubles. Morty suddenly heard that sound of heavy panting approaching him. He looked ahead once more and saw an upside down wrathful moose growling viciously at him. And at the hooves of the moose lay an unconscious Izzy. The last attack from the moose was enough to take her out of the fight.

The boy lost all color to his skin and frantically tried to pull himself free from the vines, but it was hopeless. They were entangled beyond his abilities.

"HELP! HELP! RICK! BRIDGETTE! GEOFF! EZEKIEL! ANYBODY!"

But alas, no one was around as far as Morty could see.

The moose grinned evilly as it slowly began to approach the trapped youth. This was going to be enjoyable for the mammal.

That is, it would have been enjoyable had it not underestimated the endurance of his previous opponent.

Without warning, Izzy's hands shot out and grabbed hold of the moose by it's back legs and caused it to lose it's footing and fall and hit it's chin on the ground stunning the creature.

Izzy then jumped to her feet and grabbed the moose by both of it's back legs while gritting her teeth angrily.

Oh no you don't!" she seethed. "No one, and Izzy means no one, is going to deny me my sweet revenge! Especially not some crazy, psychotic, looney moose that tried to take Izzy out! THIS IS THE END FOR YOU!"

Then, mustering all of her strength, Izzy swung the moose over her head and slammed it to the ground three or four times to ensure the moose wouldn't try to attack again. Once she was certain that it was stunned beyond recovery, she swung the helpless creature over her head like a slingshot. Faster and faster the moose spun. Once it had reached maximum velocity, Izzy threw the moose as hard as she could. Within seconds, the vicious moose had rocketed towards the sky and disappeared out of sight with a light twinkle in the distance signaling that it was finally gone for good.

Morty just gazed in awe and wonder at the sheer strength he had witnessed from the red head.


Morty: You know, they say you never know what kind of things you will witness or experience until you go out into the world and see them for yourself. (he shudders) If these are the kinds of things I have to look forward to when I grow up, I'd rather stay a kid.


"Whew. Thanks Izzy. You saved me," Morty thanked the red head.

But Izzy didn't respond to this. She just turned her attention to the boy tangled up in the vines and grinned evilly at him.

"Well, well," she snickered. "The samurai has escaped and you're still here. You will tell Izzy where he went or else you'll receive his punishment instead."

Morty's smile disappeared instantaneously.


"Seven minutes to go campers!" Chris announced over the intercom. "So far, the only four that haven't come back with their animals yet are Bridgette, Izzy, Jack, and Morty. If they don't catch their animals, they will face possible elimination tonight."

Geoff, Gwen, DJ, The Eds, Courage, Stan, and Kyle were sitting with a still somewhat shaken Bridgette.

"Don't worry Bridgette. We won't vote for ya bra," Geoff assured her.

"Thanks," The surfer replied. "But that still won't matter. The way Heather and Cartman play this game, they'll be able to convince everyone else to vote for me and that'll be that."

"Come on Bridgette! No thinking like that!" DJ demanded. "You've got to say positive!"

"It's okay Beth," Bridgette assured her. "I know it's going to be me. Both Jack and Morty are much too likable and Izzy's bound to find her animal any moment now... why she hasn't yet is beyond me...God, listen to me. Sitting here moping and complaining. What would mom and dad say? I promised that I would win this contest and I'm just sitting here doing nothing."

"You lured a Snooki out of the woods all by yourself!" Stan reminded her. "I wouldn't call that nothing!"

"I know, I know. But unfortunately, that gave Cartman safety tonight... UGH! He does all this crap to us and what do I do? I protect him! Why didn't I just leave him to fend for himself?!"

"Cause that's not you Bridge," Geoff reminded her. "Cartman is the kind of dude that would leave someone behind to win money. You on the other hand see value in more than just money. You see value in friends, kindness, and humanity."

"Yes. It's what you call 'heart' and that is why everyone here would prefer you over Cartman any day," Double D stated.

"Here, here," Kyle agreed.

Bridgette took a deep breath. She still felt somewhat defeated, but hearing these words from two of her closest friends (and two children that seemed to have wisdom many years ahead of his time) did make her feel much better.

"Thanks you three. I guess it's true what they say: money doesn't buy happiness."

Geoff, Gwen, and DJ each put an arm around the surfer girl in support.

But just then, the ten of them heard a loud whimpering coming from the woods. They looked towards the said woods to see what was making such a horrendous sound.

To their surprise, they saw a bear. It looked somewhat beaten up and in pain as it was being pulled by it's ears towards the cages by...

"Cartman?"

Sure enough, the fat boy was silently leading the said bear to the cages by it's ears. He too looked somewhat beaten up, but he didn't show any signs of pain. He glanced over at Bridgette. Their eyes caught for a second, but Cartman had no emotion to his face. Bridgette, Stan, and Kyle on the other hand watched in shock as Cartman lead the bear over to one of the cages and opened it.

The bear, in one last attempt to avoid capture, roared a mighty roar in Cartman's face. The evil fat boy responded by slapping the bear across the face. The stunned creature rubbed it's cheek afterward. Cartman then snapped his finger and pointed to the cage again. The near hung it's head in defeat and sulked as it went into the cage. Cartman then closed the cage without a word.

"And in a unique twist, Cartman has caught Bridgette's bear, thus giving her invincibility from the votes tonight!" Chris announced.

Bridgette just stared at Cartman in confusion as he walked away. He didn't look at her. He didn't say a word. He just walked away.

'But... but why?' Bridgette thought to herself.


Morty continued to struggle as he hang helplessly upside down in that tree. But his efforts were in vain. Izzy had him right where he wanted him.

"All right boy," Izzy sternly spoke. "Izzy is going to give you one final chance to come clean. Tell me where the samurai is and Izzy will spare you. If not, Izzy will torture you until you do tell her. So... what's it going to be?"

"I... I've already told you all I know Izzy! I've no idea where Jack could have went!"

Izzy glared at the boy. She then sighed in pity for her victim.

"Ugh, this is the only part of being Izzy that Izzy does not like. But alas, it must be done. The truth shall be unveiled."

The red head then began digging through her pockets, pulling out numerous tools that could be used as methods of torture. First was a machete. But Izzy decided she wanted Morty alive so she tossed it aside. The machine gun was deemed too messy. Her bow and arrow wouldn't be painful enough. Her bazooka didn't have any ammo at the time. Her anvil would squash Morty before he came clean.


Morty: Aw jeez! Oh man! How does she carry all that stuff around in her skirt pockets?! An anvil! An anvil for God's sake!


"Aha! Here it is!" Izzy exclaimed after digging around in her pocket for a minute. "Little boy, you'll regret the say you crossed Izzy."

Morty could only shudder in fear. What dastardly object was the unpredictable Izzy going to use on him?

Izzy pulled out her weapon of choice and held it mightily over her head.

Morty gasped.

"Oh, man, NO! Not that! anything but that!"

"Sorry kid, but you've brought this on yourself!" Izzy reminded Morty as she held her weapon directly beneath his chin.

Morty's skin crawled. Even though he was only a middle schooler, he knew just as well as anyone that nothing on the face of the earth was a more inhumane weapon of torture than that of a single, light, fluffy feather. And here was an unstable teenage red-headed girl holding one right under his nose.

Izzy quickly yanked off one of Morty's shoes and sock. Before the boy could beg for mercy, Izzy began to stroke the feather across the foot of the helpless teen.

"Wait! Izzy! Ha ha ha! HA HA HA! NO! STOP! HA HA HA! PLEASE! HA! HA! HA! I BEG OF YOU! HA HA HA HA!"

"Ready to come clean yet?"

"HA! HA! HA! PLEASE! I HAVE NOTHING TO CONFESS! OH JEEZ! HA HA HA! HAVE MERCY!"

"Such a pity you're a slow learner boy," Izzy replied as she continued to tickle the helpless boy.

"IZZY! PLEASE! HA HA HA!" Tears were streaming down Morty's face as he squirmed helplessly to break free of Izzy's method of torture. But the more he struggled, the more tangled he became.

Izzy just continued to smirk evilly as she tickled her victim.

"HA! HA! HA! IZZY! I SWEAR! I DON'T KNOW WHERE JACK IS! PLEASE STOP! OH MAN! HO HO HO! HA HA HA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Ooh, you're one tough cookie to crack. Fortunately, Izzy loves a good challenge."

"HA HA! NO! STOP! HA HA HA! IZZY! I BEG YOU! HA HA HA HA!"

Just then, a horn rang throughout the forest.

"Attention campers! This challenge is over!" Chris announced. "At the end of this challenge, every camper managed to capture his or her animal within the time limit except for Izzy, Jack, and Morty. So tonight, those three will be the only three up for elimination! You have three hours to make up your mind as to who you're going to vote for. I'll see you all at the elimination ceremony!"

Izzy had stopped tickling Morty at this announcement. A look of shock had overcome her face. Then pure anger.

"GAH! Not again!" Izzy bellowed. "Izzy took too much time messing around with the samurai, this kid, and that moose! Why of all the rotten, no good, low-life, boot-licking, olive-eating, Justin Beiber-loving, Jersey Shore watching..."

"BAM!"

Izzy's eyes rolled in the back of her head as she fell face first onto the ground now unconscious.

"My most humble apologies my young friend," Jack bowed after knocking Izzy out with a chop to her neck, "I needed to end this conflict as swiftly as possible. But in doing so, I put you in danger. Please forgive me."

"I-it's okay, Jack," Morty assured, "You did what you had to do."

Jack then used his sword to cut the vines that were holding Morty up in the tree. Then, while hoisting Izzy upon his shoulder, Both Jack and Morty took the opportunity to go back to the campgrounds.


Three hours had passed and the contestants were at the campfire ceremony for the next elimination. Chris stood before them with a tray of ten marshmallows.

"The votes have been cast," Chris announced. 36 of you are here, but only 35 of you will receive marshmallows. I'll get the easy part out of the way first: The thirty-three of you that caught your animals today are exempted from the votes. That means Gwen, Lindsay, Double D, Bart, Kenny, Geoff, Leela, Fry, Stan, Kyle, Courage, DJ, Ezekiel, Harold, Cartman, Grim, Brian, Stewie, Ed, Eddy, Dib, Jude, Jen, Early, Shake, Meatwad, Bender, Rick, Bojack, Leshawna, Owen, Heather, and Bridgette are all safe."

Chris tossed a marshmallow to each of the names called. Some contestants like the Eds, Owen, Bridgette, and Geoff happily caught their sweet treats. Others like Cartman, Rick, Bender, Heather, and Gwen just caught theirs as if it were no big deal. Yet others like Lindsay, Bart, and a now revived Kenny just let their marshmallows fall to the ground. It was clear their hearts weren't that into it tonight.

"That leaves Izzy, Jack, and Morty. Only two of you will receive these last two marshmallows. The one that does not will leave this island via dock of shame and boat of losers. And you'll never come back... EVAH!"

Morty shivered as Chris emphasized that last word while Jack remained confident and steadfast. But Izzy just sat there quietly with her eyes closed and arms folded.

Rick didn't even looked concerned that his grandson might be eliminated as he looked at his watch impatiently.

"Missing something important? You've been looking at your watch every 30 seconds." Bojack asked in annoyance.

Rick just smirked at him, "Oh *burp* nothing."

"Anyways, the person who received the least amount of votes was...Morty!"

Morty breathed a sigh of relief as he caught his marshmallow.

"And then there were two. Now normally I would just announce who it is dramatically. But tonight, I want to do something a little different."

This caught everyone's attention.

"You see, after a day like this, I'm sure you all had some things you wanted to get off your chest in the confessional booth. Well, we the producers here at Total Drama Island thought that this would be the ideal opportunity to air some of your dirty laundry right now for all of you to see."

Everyone gasped in shock. Some in horror.

Chef pushed a television on a cart up to the campfire ceremony and hit the play button on a remote control.


Lindsay: (She appears somewhat depressed) I don't understand. Why were Barry and Keith so mean to one another today? This was supposed to be a fun challenge with friends and the ruined everything by acting so mean! I don't get it. (She then gasps) Do you think it was the shark? Is catching a shark the same as winning a basketball game? (She thinks for a moment) Yeah! That's gotta be it! Everyone likes to win at basketball! Okay! I'll just tell them that it's okay even if you lose a shark catching contest, the important thing is that everyone has fun! ...but how is it possible to have fun catching a shark?

(A knock from the outside interrupts her)

Heather: Lindsay! Will you just hurry up and vote already?!

Lindsay: Oh! Right! Sorry Hannah! Anyways, I guess I vote for Marty.

Heather: Ugh! What a day! Those stupid losers! Think they can talk to me that way! Just you wait, I'll show them what it means to cross me! (Takes a moment to compose herself) Anyways, I guess this is a good a chance as any: I vote for Jack. That guy's a lot better than we're giving him credit for and he could do some serious damage in this game.

Bridgette: (She looks a little upset) Ugh, this sucks! I have to choose between some really close friends. Morty's been like a little brother to me this entire contest. And Jack has contributed to the Killer Bass since day one.(She pauses for a moment) On another note, why did Cartman help me today? It was a perfect chance for him to eliminate me and then he goes and saves me? I don't get it! Just what is he up to? Anyways, I guess I have to choose now. (She thinks for a minute. She then takes a long, deep breath) I'm sorry Izzy, but I vote for you. But only because I don't have much choice tonight.

Geoff: Dudes! I'm telling you right now! Gwen is totally the coolest chick I have ever met! She's fun! She's sincere! She's tough! She's funny! Is this what they mean by beauty on the inside? If so, then I totally get it now! Gwen, is totally the hottest chick here! Gwen, I am so totally in love with you! WHOO! (He pauses when he realizes how excited he is and calms himself down) Heh, sorry dudes. Guess I got carried away. Anyways, I guess I vote for Izzy. I can't vote for Morty or Jack. They're both good friends.

Gwen: So, Izzy, Jack, or Morty huh? Well, I don't know the latter two that well, so I should be voting for them by those standards. But Izzy's just a freak. So... see ya Izzy. Anyway, Geoff is actually a pretty cool guy. Yeah sure, he may not be the smartest guy around but he's actually one of the most decent people on this whole island. I really do think this whole relationship can work out.

DJ: Izzy's nuts, sorry girl.

Stan: It's pretty much a no brainer. I vote for Izzy, that crazy bitch still gives me nightmares. Another thing, just what the hell is Cartman up to now?

Kyle: Goddammit, I still can't believe I actually helped Cartman avoid elimination this time! Just what the hell is that fatass up to now? There's just no way he helped Bridgette today out of the goodness of his heart. He never had one to begin with! As for who I'm voting for...I'm going with Izzy. Frankly, I think we'd be a lot better off if that lunatic wasn't here terrifying the shit out of the rest of us 24/7.

Rick: (Drinking from his flask before burping) Nobody gets to torture Morty except me, so yeah, get the fuck out of here Hannibal's daughter.

Cartman: Yeah, I saved the hippie's ass today. I know of the golden opportunity I let pass. Don't tell me I could of gotten rid of her just like that. I know that! But if you think I'm going to let it go down like that after what she did for me today, you've all got another goddamn thing coming! (He pauses and calms himself down) Okay, I admit. Today was a pretty fucked up day for me after almost being raped by that... (he shudders) But that hippie... she took that thing head on and saved me without a moment's hesitation. After all I did to her, she still saved me...why the fuck would she do that? She had the perfect chance to get rid of me and she passed it up just to protect me... I just don't fucking get it. Anyways, there's no way I'm going to be remembered as the contestant that got rid of someone after she did all the dirty work for me! No! (He pounds his fist on the seat) The only way that dirty hippie slut will leave this game will be by my doing! No one else! Not even her own! I may hate hippies with every inch of my body... but I admit, after seeing what she did today... I respect her a little. (He then points angrily at the camera) But don't you assholes tell her I said that! She and Kahl'll never let me live it down! But onto business at hand. I vote for Izzy. That psycho bitch should of been kicked out of here a long time ago.


The tension at that campfire ceremony was so thick, it could have been cut with a butter knife.

Elsewhere, Bridgette, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny were staring at Cartman. The fat boy didn't even want to look at her and his friends. He just kept his head turned away from her. Whether it was out of arrogance, pride, or shame, Bridgette couldn't tell.

Meanwhile, Geoff and Gwen were staring at one another. Both had grand smiles on their faces.

And Leshawna was smirking as Heather was covering her face with a piece of wood that was laying nearby the campfire sight.

"Heh, heh,"Chris snickered. "I guess that did the job all right. The ratings are going to soar after this episode airs."

Chris observed the scene, proud of the tension and drama he had just created. But there was still some business at hand.

"Hope you all enjoyed that juicy information I just released to you," he spoke with a smirk. "But in the end, It's a vote of thirty three to two in favor of eliminating Izzy. So Izzy, ADIOS!"

before Chef could take her to the Boat of Losers, a loud sound was heard.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONKKKKKKKK!

The rest looked surprised and startled as a medium sized boat came up to the Dock of Shame and 3 buff looking men with prods and a straight jacket came charging up.

One of those men came up to the host "Mr. McLean. Sorry to interrupt your show, but we are from the Burthlow Medical Asylum ."

every camper's eyes widened as Izzy stood up with a snarl.

"We received an anonymous tip that the daughter of two patients and a patient herself who escaped a few months back was here." The man said to the host.

Rick looked at his watch and smugly smiled, 'right on time.'

"THERE SHE IS!" Another man said as he lunged at Izzy, but with a impressive flip, she landed on his head.

"AH! GET HER OFF!"

"YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!"

Izzy ripped out the prod from one of the men's hands and shocked the man several times before rolling through the third one's legs and going to the boat.

"AFTER HER!"

"SHE"S HIJACKING OUR BOAT!"

Izzy easily hot-wired it and looked to the crowd of shocked campers, "SAMURAI JACK! OUR BATTLE IS FAR FROM OVER! ZEKEY, I LOVE YOU! EVERYONE ELSE, GOODBYE AND DON'T LET THE MIND CONTROLLING AGLETS GET YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

With a cackle that would make even the Joker proud, she drove the boat into the night as the men stayed on the Dock.

The entire cast was thunderstruck as Double D gasped, "Good lord."

Brian blinked "Okay, I admit that was kinda badass."

"Kinda? Some of that stuff would put the army to shame dude." Jude stared wide eyed in shock.

Jack was just gaping, unbelieving that had just happened.

Ezekiel was still incredulous at Izzy's words, but inside was worried that she would be caught then she shook it off, no one could capture her.

Morty then pointed at Rick, "You told them didn't you?"

Rick shrugged, "I have no idea what you're talking about Morty."

"Really? Maybe you were just pissed she almost tickled your grandson to death?" Bojack questioned with a deadpan look.

Rick burped as he drank from his flask once more, "Well, that's all I guess. Goodnight, I'm gonna go take a shit before I hit the sack."

He walked off as Chris nodded, "Well, that was an interesting elimination. I'm going to bed."

The host walked off and the campers started to go back to the cabins for a well deserved rest.


"Now," Andrew said as he turned back to the screen once more, "We'll show you Bloo's video."


(On screen)

"Hello everybody, my name is Blooregard Q. Kazoo or you can call me Bloo for short," the small blue blob greeted, "I'm Mac's imaginary friend and also best friend. But I'm better known as the best imaginary friend ever! I'm pretty much a total celebrity at Foster's and every friend there wants to be as cool as me."

"When I first heard about Total Drama," Bloo continued, "I wanted to sign up right away, it's a chance to show the whole world just how awesome I really am. Also, to win all of that moolah so I can finally buy the thing that I always wanted...an automatic paddle ball! So pick me Total Drama producers, you won't regret it!


(Control room)

"That's all the audition tapes for now," Andrew said, "But there's still lots more to come. So until next time, this is Total Drama Island!"


Losers: Courtney, Zim, Noah, Eva, Sadie, Justin, Billy, Rusty, Trent, Cody, Beth, Wyatt, Katie, Homer, Ron, Frylock, Jonesy, Nikki, Tyler, Kim, Mandy, Caitlin, Duncan, Peter, Izzy

AN: Happy belated anniversary! I'm sorry it took so long guys considering this is the longest chapter yet. But it was still a hard one to get done. But to be fair, this challenge really needed to end. I'll try to update sooner next time, but I make no promises. Sorry Izzy fans. But it was just her time to go. In fact, a lot of your favorite characters are going to be eliminated in the next few chapters, but that's just the way it is. There can only be two in the finale and only one winner at the end.