Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island. The campers had to compete in a no swearing challenge where saying even the least offensive curse word would get you eliminated no questions asked. Even though Jen was one of the last campers to remain, because of Jack's quick thinking and the food he had saved from Chef's horrid lunch, Jen was both swearing and throwing up. Jen almost didn't make it to the elimination ceremony as she was still sick from Chef's food going into her stomach. It came down to her and Heather and the final marshmallow ultimately went to the queen bee and with that Jen lost her mind from not being picked and being betrayed by her fellow campers as she couldn't take 'your eliminated' for an answer as Chef had to take her by force and throw her in the boat of losers and drive her to the loser's station. Some voted her off for her being over competitive and some because they were worried about her physical well being of having to eat Chef's food again.
Will the campers come to regret their votes?
What sort of torture will they face this time?
And will Kenny finally live through an episode for once?
Find out now, on Total Drama Island!
(Cue Theme Song)
"Full house! I win again meatbags!"
The bending robot from the future let out a large cheer as several of the other people at the table let out long groans. He patted the cards on the table, then gathered up the chips. "Now then," He purred, cackling evilly at his opponents, especially those who just lost the hand, "let's see another piece go off ladies!"
Geoff, shirtless and with only one shoe, watched Gwen with a sly smile. His girlfriend, flushed and sighing regretfully, took off her skirt. The goth girl sat there with only her underwear, garter belt, and stockings on. She noticed her boyfriend looking, and she blushed even more.
Fry, who was in his underwear and only one sock left, purred at Leela. She hissed at him to shut up, blushing furiously as she took off her blouse. Eddy his forehead on the table, took off his pants. Rick, sitting next to him fully dressed, grinned and said, "I-I told you it's b-bad to bluff dude."
"You got that right," Bender replied.
"Yep," Fry said smugly, "Bender's the greatest at strip poker!"
Gwen crossed her arms underneath her breasts. "I have to admit, I'm impressed, Bender. This game is a lot more intense than I thought it would be."
Harold and Owen, only in their underwear, let out long sighs. They had suffered the wrath of the Bender and Rick, who were the undefeated champions. Jude and DJ had been watching in great amusement, and Bart was using every inch, every millimeter, every single piece of willpower he could muster to not stare at the girls in their underwear.
Rick was smirking, ever-so-smug, as he began to deal out another hand. "Gentlemen and ladies, I-I gotta admit, I enjoy this game a lot more than I thought I would too."
"Mostly because of the girls in their underwear, I'll bet," Leela snapped. She was doing her best to subtlety cover her purple bra; Fry was the opposite of Bart, and he was staring directly at Leela's barely-concealed chest.
"T-there are more half-naked men here," Rick remarked, "though y-yeah, I like that too."
"Handsome men all over too," Stewie squealed happily. "Like a butcher's block, so much delicious meat."
Everyone stared at the baby with disturbed looks on their faces.
Stewie: Yeah, I mean come on. There have been so many hints on my show that it should be obvious I'm gay! I mean you would have to be an even bigger idiot than a fanfiction author who begins making critiques of other people's fanfics, and turning it into a giant story where you get over a hundred reviews.
Leela let out a very annoyed sigh. "I can't believe you talked me into this. What if someone's filming all this?!"
"That's why we made it a rule that it's down to underwear only baby, so it's harmless," Bender pointed out.
"I thought it was because Owen would've stripped naked if we allowed it," Kyle grumbled as he looked at his cards. "I'd actually prefer to take off my underwear before my hat, actually."
"You know, I was wondering where Bridgette and Ezekiel are," Double D asked aloud. "I mean, I know why some of the the others, like Cartman and Heather, wouldn't join us."
"I think Bridgette wanted to show Ezekiel around nature, get him to like it after all the bad experiences," Brian said. He drummed his fingers together, trying desperately to focus on the others, and not Lindsay not on Lindsay, don't stare at Lindsay, oh god look at that rack on her, no don't stare!
"Back to nature, huh?" Bender said, his wicked grin getting wider.
"Now cut that out," Geoff scolded him. "You know they're just friends and Bridgette's with DJ."
"Bridgette isn't the type of girl to fool around with another guy, Bender," Leela said in agreement. She was using her card hand to hide her chest.
"Zeke is a lonely guy with a broad as hot as Bridgette while alone in the forest," the robot continued. "Either he's gonna ravage her, or he's gonna be ravaged when she fights back."
The door to the boys' side of Killer Bass cabin swung open. Ezekiel stood there, a complete mess. He was covered in mud and sticks and bug bites, was completely soaked, and blood was trickling down from his swollen nose.
"I...," he muttered, "hate the outdoors!"
As he stormed over to his bunk, Bridgette came in too, apologizing profusely. "It's not that bad, Zeke! That was just bad luck!"
"What the hell happened to you, man?" Stan asked as Ezekiel struggled to get new clothes out of his bags. "You fall in the lake?"
"It was only to get the ants off," Bridgette said in defense.
"Ants?"
"Well, after he tripped on the tree root, he fell on the anthill," the surfer girl admitted.
"Did you hit him, or something?" Bender asked, staring at Ezekiel's swollen, bloody nose. "I knew he would try to hit on you."
"He didn't!" Bridgette snapped at the robot. "It was mostly because of the snapping turtle in the lake."
Gwen winced. "You need some cream for those bug bites, Zeke?"
"I'm taking some with me to the communal washrooms, eh," the prairie boy grumbled. "After that, I'm locking myself up indoors and never coming out!"
"Aw, c'mon," Bridgette whined as the home schooled boy left the cabin. She sighed and shook her head. "I really wish I could convince him that fresh air is a good thing."
"I wouldn't put money on that," Rick remarked. "But speaking of putting money down, Bridgette, wanna join our game? It's going pretty well so far!"
"I can see that, yes," Bridgette said as she looked at Gwen in her underwear, then at Harold and Owen. "Maybe next hand."
"Something tells me it will open up soon," Bender said, a very sly smile. "Everyone's in this hand, so show 'em!"
He won, with a pair of sixes. Horrified and upset moans echoed across the cabin as Rick and Fry applauded for the bending unit. He grinned as he watched Geoff's other shoe, Gwen's garter belt, Stan's poofball hat, Kenny's orange parka, Leela's pants, and even Double D's sockhat were all discarded.
"So humiliating," Leela whimpered as she sat there in her underwear, slumped in her chair. Fry patted her shoulder in comfort.
"Care to wager your dignity and clothes, Bridgette?" Bender said to the surfer girl. "A bunch of losers so far, and only one winner."
Bridgette tapped her chin. "I'm not sure, I'm not the best at poker."
Bender cocked an eyebrow. "Perfect."
Five minutes later...
Bender, having lost his limbs and torso, was glaring at Bridgette. The surfer girl, who was merely missing a sandal, grinned at him.
Rick was still fully dressed. Gwen and Geoff were down to their underwear, DJ was half-naked, and Bart was missing his shoes and shirt. Fry looked over at the other losers in their underwear.
Bridgette giggled as she watched Rick dueled, and the two locked gazes. The two best card players, they were determined to overthrow the other.
"You're good, Rick," she replied.
"So are you I gotta admit. You were lying earlier when you said that you weren't, right?"
"Maaaaaaybe. Just wanted to show up the big bad card players who thought you could take nice peoples' clothing."
"You are one to talk," Gwen chided her, slugging her friend's shoulder. "You took my stockings and half of DJ's clothing."
The surfer shrugged as another hand was served. As they studied their cards, the intercom spat out a high-pitched whine before Chris's voice filled the air.
"Attention campers," he said, sounding amused, "It's time for today's challenge! Please, all of you who are in their underwear put all your clothes on and meet us on the beach."
"I must say, strip poker would be a great idea for a challenge, but I think the network might get mad at us," Chris said to campers after they lined up.
Leela was trying to push Fry away from her, still red in the face. Ezekiel rubbed anti-itching cream on his ant bites, as Bridgette watched him with apologetic eyes.
"Back on topic," Chris suddenly said. "Get ready for this!"
A boat horn could be heard going off in the distance. The teens all looked out and grew surprised expressions. Some gasped, while others just seemed perplexed. Shake and Meatwad were both frozen in shock.
"Wait a minute, what?" Bridgette asked.
"That's impossible," Gwen added.
"Tell me this isn't happening," Cartman commented. The camera swung around to show the boat fast approaching the island. Standing at the front was Frylock, a glare pointed straight at Cartman.
"Back by popular audience demand," Chris said. "It's FRYLOCK!"
The boat reached the dock and Frylock floated out. Shake and Meatwad went from shocked to smiling as they ran over to greet their formerly eliminated friend.
"Aw man, it's great to see you, Frylock," Meatwad said.
"Things haven't really been the same without your ugly mug here," Shake added.
"Yeah, yeah, we'll catch up later," Frylock said as he hovered by the duo, his eyes still locked on Cartman. "But first I got some unfinished business."
The other campers took note than Frylock was preparing to barbecue Cartman with his laser eyes and got in his path to block him. Cartman slowly began to back off.
"Hey, Chris, what the fuck is he doing back here?!" Cartman asked. "He got eliminated! You said no one was allowed back!"
"I did?" Chris asked.
A montage played of the bonfire ceremonies, showing off the line that Chris said during each.
"And once you leave on the dock of shame, on the boat of losers, you can never, never ever, EVER come back."
The campers, while still trying to hold Frylock back, looking at the host with raised eyebrows.
"Oh yeah, that," Chris said. "Yeah, I lied."
"What the fuck?! You can't do that," Cartman yelled. "It isn't fair!"
"Life isn't fair, Cartman," Chris replied. "I'm the host, I can do what I want."
"Not as long as I'm here to cut your pay every time you step out of line, Chris," Andrew spoke up having suddenly walked up from the docks.
"Would y'all just get out of my way already?" Frylock asked as she slowly floated towards Cartman. "I'll make this short and sweet."
"Now now, Frylock, remember the deal we made you," Chris said. "We promised you that you could return if you didn't try to vaporize anyone. You can have your revenge on Cartman whenever we do challenges!"
Frylock sighed and came to a sudden stop, making all of the campers that were trying to halt him fall over.
"Fine," Frylock said in an annoyed tone.
"Good," Chris replied. "Now then, we have another former competitor rejoining the game. Ladies and gentleman... Courtney!"
The campers looked back at the boat where Courtney was now stepping off. Once she landed, the boat sailed away. She looked at her fellow campers with a smirk.
"That's right, I'm back," Courtney said. "Surprised?"
Crickets chirped as the other teens stood in silence and gave Courtney perplexed and annoyed looks.
"Seriously, of all the people you could have brought back, you chose her?" Bojack asked. "Why the hell is Courtney even here? She got eliminated first! She's a loser that never accomplished anything!"
"Hey, I can hear you, you know," Courtney yelled. "And like I said the last time, my elimination was a fluke. I'll have you know that Frylock and I are back by popular demand."
"Actually, only Frylock is back by popular demand," Andrew suddenly said. "Courtney is back because she tried to sue the show again and the other producers thought it would be easier and cheaper to just let her come back, rather than have to go to court with her one more time."
The campers looked at Courtney with raised eyebrows as she nervously chuckled.
"You seriously didn't learn from the last time you tried this? You lost fair and square!" Gwen asked.
"T-That's not entirely true," Courtney replied. "I only did it in the first place because I was the first one eliminated. I could NOT go down in history as the first person voted off of the show."
"Isn't it a bit too late for that, eh?" Ezekiel asked.
Courtney glared at Ezekiel and scoffed.
"The important thing is that I'm back, and I'm going to win this thing!"
Everyone just rolled their eyes.
"If a loser like you couldn't even survive one elimination ceremony, what the hell makes you think you can win?" Rick asked.
"Well the sexist bastard is the one who should have been eliminated," Courtney snapped back. "He's the real loser!"
"Hey, I'm standing right here, eh," Ezekiel replied, sounding slightly hurt.
"Campers, campers, enough bickering," Chris said. "It's time for your first merged challenge! Everybody report to the amphitheater and you'll get the low down on what we're doing today. McLean out!"
Frylock continued to glare at Cartman as the campers started to move to the amphitheater.
Cartman: Seriously, I don't think Chris could have picked two shittier choices to return if he tried. Now, normally I don't get too worked up over challenges, but now that the everyone else knows , I'd prefer to be out of the danger zone this week. Obviously that Frylock guy is gonna be gunning for me, but that guy is a fucking idiot if he thinks he's going to get rid of me that easily, even if he does have those two fast food freaks on his side.
At the Girl's Cabin...
The girls were busy preparing for the challenge when Courtney suddenly barged in with her bags.
As the former CIT was unpacking, Heather looked at Courtney with a smirk, seeing an opportunity to snag a new alliance member before someone else took her.
"Hey there, Courtney," Heather said. "So good to have you back. You can have one of the bunks near me if you want."
Courtney scoffed in Heather's face and walked by her.
"As if," Courtney replied. "I've been watching your performance since I left. Not very impressive."
Heather's jaw dropped and she looked poised to punch Courtney's lights out. Lindsay rushed over and stopped her.
"In fact, all of you girls have been doing pathetic," Courtney continued, making everyone begin to grow annoyed with her. "It's a miracle that any of you have made it this far."
"That's a lot of talk coming from the first one kicked off," LeShawna shot back with some sass.
"It was a fluke," Courtney replied in a irritated tone. "Listen, I was a CIT. I know what I'm doing. First I'm going to win today's challenge. Then I'll win the next one, and the next one, and eventually I'll be the winner. You guys will see."
The girls all glared at Courtney, with Heather especially looking irritated with her.
Heather: Alright, so when I first saw Courtney I thought she might make a good potential alliance member. You can never have too many numbers in this game. But she has the nerve to insult me? Little miss CIT better hope she wins today's challenge, or she's getting right back on that boat.
At the Amphitheater
"Welcome to your next challenge," Chris said as each camper sat on rows of the amphitheater. "It's the time honored game of torture. Say Uncle! You are all about to be put through tests of endurance so insane, that it sent some of our interns to the emergency room."
Some of the teens grew wide eyes and started looking around nervously at this. Some like Rick, Grim, Early, or Bender weren't phased at all.
"If you back down from the challenge or do not last the required 10 seconds, you will be eliminated," Chris explained. "The winner will not only be safe from elimination, but will also win this luxurious trailer. Yours to take home at the end of the summer."
Chris motioned to the side of the stage where a large sparkling trailer was resting.
"What kinds of torture?" Bridgette asked.
"Why don't you ask my lovely assistant assistant?"
Chef stepped into view, wielding a hatchet and wearing a hockey mask. The campers gasped and many seemed to begin panicking.
"Alright, lets do this," Chris yelled as he stepped over to a game show wheel. First up is Eddy. Lets spin the wheel of misfortune to select your torture."
Chris spun the wheel while Eddy watched it nervously. It came to a stop on a picture of a turtle.
"Turtle puck shots," Chris exclaimed. "Our interns spent weeks gathering the angriest, crankiest, hungriest, most crusty old snapping turtles that they could find on the island. While you stand in the goalie net completely unprotected, Chef will fire slap shots at you."
Fry's eyes were wide and he was shaking as Chris pushed him in front of the goalie net.
"If I were you, dude, I'd protect the coconuts."
Wasting no time taking Chris's advice, Eddy covered his crotch. A timer appeared in the top left corner as Chris stood away from the net.
"If you can last 10 seconds, you will go on to the next round."
A buzzer sounded and Chef began shooting turtles at Eddy. He yelped in terror as he dodge them. Suddenly, Chef landed one on Eddy's shoulder, making him scream in pain. He shot more turtles at him, covering Eddy in the creatures. A final turtle bit him right in the crotch, making him collapse in pain.
"And Eddy moves on to the next round!" Chris laughed at Eddy's misery. "Isn't this fun?"
"Yeah," Eddy painfully replied. "It's a real riot."
The boys just winced as the turtle was removed from Eddy's crotch.
"That's gotta hurt big time," Harold commented.
"No kidding," DJ replied.
"I'd hate to be that guy," Bart said.
"Next up is Lindsay!" Chris span the wheel again. It landed on a picture of a flaming marshmallow. "Your torture is marshmallow waxing!"
Chef walked up, brandishing a bag of the white treats. He poured them into a steaming pot, melting them.
"We're going to wax your face with these marshmallows. If you can take the pain, you'll move on to the next round."
"Hey, is this all safe?" Geoff worriedly asked.
"I'll be fine," Lindsay replied. "How bad could it be?"
Chef and Chris chuckled as Lindsay lied down on a large slab. Chef removed the wad of melted marshmallows and put it on Lindsay's face. Her muffled screams could be heard before Chef then yanked it off, some hairs attached to the substance.
"Yowch!" Lindsay rubbed her face in pain before opening her eyes and gasping. "Wow, that's so smooth!"
Chris smiled and motioned to the seats.
"Well done, Lindsay. You move on to the next round."
Lindsay took her seat and exchanged grins with Heather.
"Now then, since Lindsay didn't even complain once during the challenge, she gets to pick who goes next," Chris said.
Lindsay looked behind her at her fellow teammates and began to ponder if she even wanted to pick anyone. Suddenly, Heather nudged her and motioned her head at Courtney.
"I..uh...choose Courtney?"
"What?" Courtney yelled. "Why me?"
"Lets see what Courtney's task will be," Chris said before spinning the wheel. It landed on a picture of a leech. "Oooh, lake leeches. That's a good one."
Chef carried out a barrel filled to the brim with leeches. Some were overflowing and crawling on the outside of the barrel. Courtney gasped.
"Times a wasting, Courtney," Chris said. "Get your butt in the barrel of leeches."
"Uh, yeah, that's so not happening." Courtney folded her arms and looked away. "I'd rather not let those thing start sucking my blood. I could get sick!"
"Oh, what, I can take a turtle bite to the nads, but you can't even stand a few lousy leeches?!" Eddy asked. "It's the first round! Just how much of a loser are you?!"
"Hey! Would YOU want to do that kind of crazy crap?" Courtney asked.
"I wouldn't want to do it, but I'd still do it," Eddy shot back. "It's a competition, lady. You can't just refuse the challenges and expect to win. Didn't you learn that after we kicked you off?"
Courtney scoffed and sat down.
"I don't need to take this. I'm not doing it and that's final."
Chris shrugged and pulled out a button. Suddenly, Courtney's seat disappeared and was replaced by a wooden stock. Courtney's head and hands were locked, forcing her to stand in place.
"This is cruel and usual punishment," Courtney complained.
"Then ya should have took the leeches," Chris replied with a chuckle. "Owen's turn!"
Chris spun the wheel, which landed on a picture of wooden pants. Chef came over and locked a pair of wooden shorts on to Owen, who looked down at them curiously.
"It's just some wooden pants," Owen said. "What's so bad about that?"
Chef then held up a stick with a woodpecker perched on top. The woodpecker began pecking at the stick, breaking a piece off. Owen yelped and covered his nether regions. Chef stick the bird near the wooden pants, who began pecking vigorously. Owen held back screams until the timer finally ran out.
"This is fun," Chris said before laughing. "Lets keep this ball rolling!"
A montage played of the campers being forced through various tortures. Morty had to endure lying in a glass coffin full of cockroaches. Dib had an acupuncture session from the quills of a porcupine. Grim had to walk on a bed of hot coals. Brian had to endure Chef blowing a dog whistle for 10 seconds. Fry had a bucket of fire ants poured on him. Bojack was forced to eat a plate of honeydew which was in his words, the 'Jared Leto' of fruits. Gwen had her nose hairs plucked out by pliers. Geoff was constricted by a fearsome snake. Bridgette had to wear bees on her torso. When she was done, Chris spun the wheel which landed on a picture of a large footprint.
"The next person has to spend 10 seconds in a wooden crate with Sasquatchanakwa," Chris explained. "That's a tough one. Anyone you want to volunteer, Bridgette?"
"No, not really, I don't want to get eliminated," Bridgette replied as Chef removed the bees from her.
"Okay if that's what you want," Chris answered with clenched teeth, "Jack, come on down."
A large wooden crate was brought out, the insides shaking as hay flew out of the air holes.
Jack entered the crate, slamming the door behind him. The timer began and a huge commotion started going on inside as the crate began jumping around and rocking. Fur flew out of the holes and everyone, Chris included, looked shocked. When the timer ran out, the samurai walked out, dragging an unconscious Sasquatchanakwa behind him.
"It is done." Jack said
"Well done, Jack," Chris replied, "Now, lets try to get some more people to cry uncle!"
Another montage rolled showing campers as they started to get eliminated. Double D failed to finish a task involving him having to jump over skunks. One rodent sprayed him in the face with its stench, causing him to collapse in disgust. Leshawna was forced to listen to mind numbing new age music involving dolphin cries and slow music. She wasn't able to keep the headphones on for longer than five seconds. Heather was going to have her hair cut by Chef wielding a chainsaw, so she wasted no time in saying uncle. Ed was forced to continue eating ice cream before getting brain freeze, but failed at the last minute. As he held his head and screamed in pain, Chris spun the wheel again. It landed on a picture of electric eels. DJ stepped up to the slab while Chef pulled two electric eels out of a tank. Kenny had to stay inside of a crate with a grizzly bear for 10 seconds. But to no one's surprise, the bear ended up mauling him to death with all that remained being a bloodied orange parka.
"Oh my God, he killed Kenny!" Stan yelled.
"You bastard!" Kyle exclaimed.
"Alright, DJ, all you gotta do is take two shocks from Chef," Chris explained. "Think you can handle it?"
"Well, I-"
DJ was cut off when Chef suddenly shocked him with the creatures. DJ yelled in pain and convulsed until Chef removed the eels. There was a short pause before DJ slid off the slab and passed out.
"Looks like DJ has failed the challenge," Chris commented before smiling at the others. "Lindsay, you're up again!"
Chris spun the wheel, landing on a picture of poison ivy.
"Poison ivy spa treatment," Chris said. "Looks like you're getting all the beauty related challenges today."
"But poison ivy's bad for my complexion," Lindsay replied. "I can't do that!"
"Then I guess you're out of luck," Chris said as he prepared to press the button. "Unless someone volunteers to do it for you."
"I'll do it, man!" Bart ran down and stood before Chris.
"Wow, the guy who has a crush on Lindsay volunteered to do it for her. Shocker," Chris sarcastically said before chuckling. "Of course, if you fail then both of you are out of the competition."
Bart gulped but nodded in determination.
"Bring it on."
Bart stepped up to the slab, where Chef then began applying poison ivy around his face. Just as the timer was about to reach 10 seconds, Bart began yelling and tore the poison ivy off of him, revealing a bump covered swelling red face.
"I look like... a damn tomato... man," Bart struggled to say through his swollen lips. The campers gasped while Chris chuckled.
"Looks like you'll be taking a trip to the infirmary tent once this is over," Chris commented. "For now, you and Lindsay have to sit the rest of the game out."
Lindsay and Bart's chairs turned to stocks and Chef forced Bart back to his spot. Lindsay looked back at him and smiled.
"Thanks for trying to save me, Barry. That was sweet."
"No problem...," he mumbled back, still struggling to speak. After twenty more rounds, only Gwen, Rick, and Jack remained in seats.
"Gwen! You're up."
Gwen joined Chris as the wheel came to a stop on the leech picture from before.
"What a surprise," Chris said. "Looks like someone is getting in the barrel after all."
Chef carried over the same barrel from earlier and patted it invitingly. Gwen sighed and put her game face on.
"These things don't have any diseases or anything, right?" Gwen asked.
"Probably not," Chris replied. "In you go!"
Gwen stepped into the barrel and the timer started. She was doing well at first and the leeched weren't phasing her, but as five seconds passed, her eyes grew wide and she began to panic. Just as she was about to win, she shot out of the barrel and began rapidly trying to shake the creatures off of her.
"Ooh, tough break," Chris said. "Looks like you're out."
With all the leeches off, Gwen hung her head in shame and made her way back to the chair which became a stock. Rick and Jack glared at each other.
"Alright, Rick, it's down to you and Jack," Chris explained. "Do you want to take the challenge or give it to Jack?"
Rick looked at a stoic Jack, realizing this would lead to the lone samurai winning a second challenge in a row, and said, "Ah what the hell. I'll do it."
"So be it," Chris said. "Rick, your final challenge of the day will be the grizzly bear log roll!"
"The what?"
Rick's question was answered when he was brought to an area of the lake where a large log was floating in the water. On top of the log on the other side was a large grizzly bear.
"Molotov the bear preforms with the Russian National Circus, and has been the European log rolling champion for the past 12 years," Chris explained. "To win, you must last 10 seconds on the log while avoiding certain death in the piranha infested water."
Rick watched as Molotov ran on the log with ease, all while smirking at the scientist which pissed him off.
Rick: Okay, that smug fucker is so dead.
"It's go time," Rick said as he carefully balanced himself on the log. The timer popped up once Rick was safely on.
"Aaaaand go!"
The timer began counting down while Molotov started spinning the log. Rick struggled but was able to keep up just enough to not fall off. The bear was amused by his opponent's hardship and began rolling the log faster.
"Come on, dude, don't let that bear get the best of you," Geoff cheered from the stocks
Molotov showed no signs of slowing down, but Rick refused to let himself lose, he quickly reached for Molotov's privates and proceeded to kick them, causing the bear to fall off the leg in pain. He then gets bitten all over by the piranhas, causing him to jump out without his fur.
"Rick wins immunity!" Chris yelled. "Which means Jack is out."
"And also today's MVC award goes to Rick as well," Andrew spoke as he handed the award to the scientist.
Jack simply nodded in acceptance, taking his loss in stride.
"Way to go, Jack, you just handed him the victory," Courtney said. "Smart move."
"Oh, the girl that decided to sit out the very first round did not just say Jack of all people made a dumb move," Leshawna pointed out. "You want me to knock your lights out?"
"Campers, campers, we don't have time for more bickering," Chris said as he got in front of Leshawna. "Because it's time to vote!"
At the bonfire ceremony...
The 36 campers gathered around the bonfire as Chris near them without any marshmallows.
"Okay, so first up we ran out of marshmallows during the wax challenge," Chris explained causing Owen and Ed to scream in despair. "So we're going to shake things up a bit tonight. We've reviewed the confessionals and were interested by what we saw. Normally I wouldn't do this to protect your privacy, but in the spirit of airing your dirty laundry, I'm going live with your confessionals!"
A TV was rolled out next to Chris and turned on.
Heather: If Courtney thinks she can sass me, then basically sit out the challenge and get away with it, she has another thing coming. Time for her to go back to wherever she came.
Cartman: Can I vote off two people? Frylock and Courtney are both complete fucking losers that should never have come back. Either way, since everyone's gonna vote for her, I ain't going home! Suck my balls faggots!
Harold: Gotta go with Courtney. Sorry, but she didn't even try. Kind of makes you wonder why she even bothered coming back.
Frylock: I'm royally pissed off that I can't eliminate Cartman on my first night back. I guess that bitch Courtney will have to do.
Leshawna: I'm going with Courtney. Homegirl is tripping if she thinks she can waltz in here and try to take the easy way out on the challenges."
Morty: Yeah, definitely Courtney. Even I could have tried a few leeches. That was just pathetic.
Bridgette: I kind of hate sending her straight back after she just got here, but Courtney.
DJ: I guess I gotta pick Courtney. Sorry, girl, but you can't keep just refusing the challenges like that.
Geoff: Even after coming back, you still refused to do any challenges. Like I said before, you deserve to be kicked off.
Rick: Seriously, fuck off already Ms. Bitch in Training!
Stan: Yeah it's pretty obvious by this point. Courtney.
Bender: This place is already crawling with enough annoying people without little miss CIT here making the rest of us miserable.
Stewie: Even though this is coming from the guy who refused to get into a barrel of leeches himself a while back, at least I have the balls to actually try during a challenge.
Bojack: Wow. That performance was just sad, even for me. Sayonara, Chicken in Training.
Gwen: Duh, Courtney. It's kind of an easy pick.
Courtney: I am so going to dominate this game now that I'm back. These losers won't know what hit them. Oh, I guess I vote for Ezekiel. He's the one who should have been voted off first, not me!
Everyone looked at Courtney, who's jaw was dropped in shock.
"Welp, I think it's pretty obvious who's going home tonight," Chris said with a chuckle. "Courtney, time for you to go... again!"
"You're kicking me off this early again?" Courtney roared. "What is wrong with you people?!"
"What's wrong with us?!" Rick asked. "What the fuck's wrong with you? You've competed in two challenges and you decided to sit on your fatass and not do anything in both of them! There are some people here who don't even have legs, but at least they actually try in these challenges unlike you."
Courtney gasped and glared back at Rick.
"Now wait a minute, I was a-"
"A goddamn CIT! Yes, we know, you've only told us a million times," Rick said, interrupting her. "No one gives a shit! It obviously doesn't mean anything since it didn't make you any less of a fucking loser."
Courtney's mouth was open to retort, but she couldn't find the words to do so. Chef walked up to her and began dragging her down the dock of shame.
"Well fine! I don't need this stupid show anyway. I'm too good for it!"
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Bitch in Training!" Rick yelled before the boat of losers sailed off.
"And so ends the today's bonfire ceremony," Chris said. "The rest of you are safe... for now. Head on back to your cabins. The game only gets harder from this point forward!"
The campers began walking to their cabins when Rick suddenly got in front of them.
"Yo guys, party at my new crib!" Rick exclaimed referring to the new trailer he got as part of his reward, "It's time to get riggity riggity wrecked son!"
Most of the campers cheered and began running to Rick's trailer. Only the Aqua Teens remained behind.
"Hey Super Size, you and your posse coming to get wasted or what?" Rick said.
"Yeah, we'll be right there. We just need to get reacquainted since we haven't seen each other for a while." Frylock replied.
"Whatever," Rick said before running off to catch up with the others.
"It's good to have you back, man." Meatwad smiled.
"Hey, that resort you and the other losers have been staying at as good as Chris says it is?" Shake questioned.
"It's good to be back," Frylock replied ignoring Shake's question. "And mark my words, Cartman may think he has all the cards right now, but one way or another that son of a bitch is going down. He can count on that."
AN: Done. Alright I'm back again with a new chapter. I remember how the original author this story considered bringing some campers back like Homer and Duncan for example. But I decided to bring back Frylock since the Aqua Teen characters haven't had enough screen time compared to everyone else. As fro Courtney, I thought about bringing her back as the main antagonist but after looking back, I think she long overstayed her welcome considering she did lose fair and square. So now's Frylock's gunning for Cartman now for switching the votes a few challenges back. How will this play out? You'll just have to wait and see.
