Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island, the campers had to participate in a Hawaiian themed challenge ranging from surfboarding to hula dancing. While unbeknownst to us, the United States army had accidently released an infected monkey that would have killed everyone on the island if weren't for Rick and his super genius. In the end, it was Geoff who won immunity while our lovable oaf Owen walked the Dock of Shame and I ended up getting frozen, shot, and mauled by rabid weasels. Man I really do hate those campers.

Will this episode revolve around me getting my ass kicked again?

What sort of life threatening challenge will our campers face this time?

And will Kenny actually live through an episode for once? At this point I sincerely doubt it.

Find out now, on Total Drama Island!


(Cue Theme Song)


Forest

Rick stretched his arms with a groan as he and Morty walked through the woods, the sun's rays starting to rise thru the trees, with the leaves turning green all around. The dup were currently making sure that every trace of the virus from the other day was eradicated which required them to wake up very early in the morning much to Morty's dismay.

"Aw jeez Rick, why did you have us wake up so darn early?" Morty complained.

"Because knowing you Morty, you probably screwed something up when you released the cure. Even with those government pricks trying to nuke this whole island, I should've picked someone less stupid than you Morty," Rick said as Morty glared at him.

"Y-you know what Rick, screw you! I'm going back to bed!" Morty yelled as he started to head back to camp, only to stop in his tracks as he looked up to see a tall figure standing in front of him that resembled a hairy ape like creature with large feet.

For a few seconds, Morty stood frozen in both shock and terror before letting out an ear-piercing scream as he ran as fast as he could back to Rick where he proceeded to grab onto to his grandfather for dear life as Morty continued to scream at the top of his lungs while Rick's expression remained impassive despite the constant shrieks in his ear.

After several minutes of intense screaming, Morty finally took a huge breath before he resumed his screams. It was then that Rick finally had enough.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, calm down!" Rick shouted.

"B-b-b-b-big..." Morty stammered as he pointed to the creature.

"Big-Fucking-Foot. Yes. I see," Rick said as the aforementioned Bigfoot waved hello at the duo.

""Hi." Whatever... keep moving, fucko," Rick said rudely.

The Bigfoot scowled in response to Rick's words before turning around and heading back into the forest.

"Fucking rummy..."

Some time passed before Rick spoke again, "You wet yourself here, chief?"

"You betcha," Morty replied still scared out of his wits, "But y'know, I'm wearing briefs and all."

"What? So that makes it okay?" Rick responded with a disgusted look on his face.


Later...

"Aw jeez, that thing was so fucking big," Morty said as he and Rick were now walking back to camp.

"Astute observation. Hence, the big foot," Rick stated the obvious.

"I don't think he smelled too bad, though. Kinda musky."

"Yeah Morty. Let's bottle it. We'll call it 'shitting outside.'"

As the two arrived at Camp Wawanakwa, their eyes suddenly widened in surprise at what they saw.

"Son of a bitch!" Rick yelled.

"Oh man!" Exclaimed Morty.

The camp looked like it was hit by a tornado just now as every building from the cabins to even the outhouse appeared demolished with numerous holes in the walls, busted doors and shattered windows.

"Guys?! Hey, guys?! HEY?!" Morty demanded as he sprinted as fast as possible to look for his friends only to find only Kenny who had already been torn in half.

"Oh my God, they killed Kenny!" Morty shouted.

"That bastard! Fuck!" Rick shouted as he took out his tracker, "They aren't anywhere around here! The forest is too dense for tracking."

"M-m-maybe they all went swimming or something?" Morty said weakly, trying his best to remain rational.

"Yeah! They wrecked the campsite and went for a dip!" Rick replied with sarcasm dripping from his words, "He took them! That hairy hillbilly fuckwad took them all!"

"Bigfoot? Why would he take them?" Morty questioned.

"Oh, he's probably just gonna eat them!" Rick responded, "The drunken underdeveloped flea-colony shithead!"

"EAT THEM!? And you gave me attitude about pissing my pants?" Morty exclaimed, now completely terrified, "'Eat them.' I'd shit myself right now if I actually ate breakfast this morning."

"Rick? Morty? Is that you guys?!" A familiar voice called out which caused Rick and Morty to turn and see several individuals running towards them. To their surprise they were revealed to be several of the campers who consisted of Harold, Fry, Dib, and Grim.

"What the hell?! Where did you guys come from?! How the fuck did you guys get away?!" Demanded Rick.

"It was horrible!" Harold spoke first, "Some thing covered in shaggy hair came out of nowhere and starting trashing the whole camp! Only a few of us managed to get away by running into the woods or find a good hiding place before he practically kidnapped everyone he could find!"

"The only reason I wasn't taken is because I'm practically a skeleton!" Grim pointed out.

"I told you guys, it was Bigfoot!" Fry shouted, "Who else could it be?!"

"I agree, this could be the biggest discovery in the history of mankind! Maybe even pave the way to a new form of science!" Dib said enthusiastically.

"Everyone shut the fuck up! This is serious!" Rick yelled, "Bigfoot or Yeti or Sasquatch or whatever goddamned geographic nom de plume or colloquialism these cats go by-they are not what the general public believes them to be."

"What do you mean?" Dib asked, now confused.

"I mean that they aren't missing links or Neanderthals, they are another race of homosapien. They have always lived secluded, apart from humanity, and shunning technology. Kind of like the Amish but with more hair and a lot less attitude."

"If they live so secluded, then how do you explain all the supposed sightings?" Harold questioned.

"Because all the brief sightings, the quick glimpses, and the physical evidence that derive from them all come from a few of these assholes," Rick answered, "They get liquored up, strip down to their starkers, and wander around like white trash on 'Cops.'"

"Getting back to the matter at hand," Grim said, "How are we going to find everyone else?"

"I know just where to look first. But you all need to follow my lead," Rick replied.

"Wait, what about our friends who ran off into the woods? We can't just leave them there, what if they get lost?" Harold said with a concerned expression.

Letting out a deep sigh, Rick quickly took out a small box, "This is a Meeseeks box. Let me show you how it works. You press this." When Rick pressed the button, a tall, powder-blue humanoid figure with elongated, narrow limbs had spawned out of nowhere He had a large, bulbous head with a tuft of orange hair on it, beady black eyes, and a giant mouth that stretched all the way across his face.

"I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!" The odd creature screeched in a high pitched voice.

Rick continued to explain. "You make a request. Mr. Meeseeks, fetch me my portal gun."

"Yes, siree!" Mr. Meeseeks cheerfully replied.

"The Meeseeks fulfills the request." Rick continued as Mr. Meeseeks went to pick up the portal gun to bring back to Rick.

"All done!" Mr. Meeseeks stated.

"Awesome!" Harold said in amazement.

"And then it stops existing." Rick finished before Mr. Meeseeks then simply poofed out of existence.

"Huh?" Dib gawked in confusion.

"Trust me, they're fine with it." Rick explained. "You just gotta keep your requests simple. They're not gods." Rick then pushed the button again, spawning another Mr. Meeseeks.

"Ooh, I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!" Mr. Meeseeks screeched in the exact same manner as the last one.

"Wow, that is like, really amazing!" Fry remarked.

"Yeah." Harold agreed. "Imagine how much many challenges we could win with these guys!"

Rick then squinted his eyes in thought. Letting every contestant run wild with the Meeseeks box plus their utter shithead of a host Chris if they ever caught wind of it would probably be a disastrous idea. Maybe too disastrous for even him to deal with. "Yeah, on second thought, this is all you're getting today."

"Aww." Everyone in the group moaned.

"Why not?" Fry asked.

"T-There's no way I'm trusting all of you to be reasonable with this thing. In fact, just to safe, I'm taking this with me during our search."

"I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Is there anything I can do?" Mr. Meeseeks asked, reminding everyone he was still here.

"Oh, hey Mr. Meeseeks." Harold greeted. "Listen, can you help find any of our friends, who are probably lost in the woods?"

"Ooh, yeah! Can do!" Mr. Meeseeks replied as he ran off into the forest.

"So are you all ready to go or what?" Rick asked impatiently.

"Guess now's a good a time as any." Morty decided.


Mountainside

"So where are we going?" Harold as the group were climbing up some rocks.

"To their village," Rick answered.

"That's a mountainside, Rick," Dib said.

"No, no...it's just hidden." said Rick as they reached the top, only to look in shock and disbelief at what they discovered.

"Sasquatch hide very well," Rick stated who didn't look surprised at the very least as everyone gazed in awe at what appeared to be small village nestled in a large cavern that were occupied by a large population of Sasquatch dressed in tribal clothing.

As the campers entered the village, Fry couldn't help but notice that something was off, "Hey, why isn't anyone freaking out?"

"It's not their 'style, man,' " Rick replied, "Unlike many groups that don't embrace the modern world because of religion or personal ethics, these bloated bags of hair are just lazy. So fucking lazy."

"Hey, Cousin It! Where's your chief-your Chala?" Rick shouted as he addressed one of the Bigfoots.

"What? You talking to me, man?" The Bigfoot asked.

"Yes."

"Our Chala, um, you mean Dennis? He's not around, y'see, he's kind of, what-do-you-call-it, um, on a "sabbatical" type-deal..."

"What does that mean?" Morty asked.

"His ol' lady ran off with the kid. Totally fucked 'im up."

"Tragic." Rick noted sarcastically.

"Truth," The Bigfoot said, "But we got us an interim Chala. Wanna meet him?"

The Bigfoot the led the campers to the Chala's hut where he was seen sleeping on a pile of wood.

"Hey Derek?" The Bigfoot asked.

"What, dude? I'm busy," Derek said which clearly wasn't the case.

"We got a few outsiders here on Chala business."

"What? Now...? Du-uuude..." Derek groaned.

"Whatever, man. Not my problem. You're the Chala."

"Dennis is the fucking Chala..." Derek muttered.

Now, this one smells," Morty said as he plugged his nose.

"Shut up," said Rick.

"So..." Derek began, "What up, little guys? Not sure I can help. Pretty bogged down with duties of "Da Chala," but-"

"Listen," Rick interrupted, "One of your people got shitfaced and stole our friends."

"Our people? Naw, man, peeps wouldn't pull any shit like that-say, can I get you something?" Derek offered as held up some bark in one hand and something that resembled meat on a stick in another, "A little herb tea? Bark jerky? A Tallalah?"

"Hey, what's a Tallalah?" Fry asked as he went to grab it.

"Don't!" Rick yelled, but it was too late as Fry took a huge bite out of the Tallalah.

"It's stuffed beaver intestine pickled in bear shit," Rick confirmed with a deadpan look much to everyone's complete disgust.

"Tastes like chicken," Fry said as he continued eating it, ignoring Rick's words, "Spicy, too."

"Jesus...look, we just want our friends back," Rick said.

"What? Like, right now?" Derek wondered."

"Yeah, now."

"Hey, look, you come in here-a little hostile, telling me one of my peeps got stewed and sauntered off with your buds..." Derek said casually, "i gotta call for a li'l chill time. All this negativism has gotta go. If we are going to accomplish something here-you are gonna have to turn down a notch. Cool?"

No one said anything for a few moments before Derek was suddenly zapped in the face by a laser, knocking him unconscious much to the horror of the other Bigfoot.

"You. Talk," Rick said with clenched teeth as he now had a ray gun in his hand. Having finally lost what little patience he had.

"Ooookay..." The other Bigfoot said meekly, now fearing for his life, "There's like, five skins of plum wine missing from the communal supplies, so I figure it's Charlie Paulson... he's been hitting the sauce pretty good lately..."

"Where would he go?" Morty questioned.

"I don't know, lotsa places. I-" The Bigfoot was cut off by a another laser barely missing him, blowing a hole in the wall of the hut, "But if he was gonna eat them he'd probably go to Huckster's Point."

"Take us there," Rick demanded.

"What? Now? Dude, I've got things going on today..." The Bigfoot complained.

"Hey, I am not fucking around here. When he wakes up in three days, he's going to be in a lower reading group," Rick spoke in a threatening tone referring to the unconscious Dennis as he then pointed his gun at the other Bigfoot's face, "You're next for the remedial program. So, pack a fucking lunch and make with the guided tour."

"I'll take you," A new voice chimed in as everyone turned around to see a young female Bigfoot in tribal clothing with the fur on her head being styled in dreadlocks, "Ray-Ray couldn't find his asshole with a stick and eight hands."

"Hey, Roxie! Whaddup, girl?" The now named Ray-Ray greeted.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Ray-Ray," Roxie said with hatred in her voice as she began to walk out of the hut, "C'mon, guys. Lets go get your friends."


Meanwhile...

"DJ, I think we're lost," The voice of Bridgette said nervously as she and DJ entered a swamp like area. The two had barely gotten away when that hairy creature attacked the camp and now it seems that may of found themselves in even more danger.

"Well, you found us," A voice spoke up as the two campers turn to see a trio of small goblin like creatures resting on a log.

"What the heck are those things?!" DJ exclaimed.

"Why, them's the Boglins!" An old man who was dressed in overalls and wore a straw hat sat on barrel near an old cabin answered before he began to play his banjo.

"Joe's gonna sing a song!" The green Boglin said.

"Oh, I love when Joe sings!" exclaimed the purple Boglin.

"Well, there are some creatures you might not know always burpin' and playin' and splashin' to and for sometimes troublemakin' they're the Boglins!" Joe sang.

"We're the Boglins!" The Boglins sang along.

"And they smell like deep ass!"

"Wait, what?!" The purple Boglin shouted as both Bridgette and DJ were surprised by the sudden shift in tone as well.

"Picture the worst ass smell that you smelled, now multiply that by the biggest number that exists in math, that's how the Boglins smell!"

"I think we're good on the song," The green Boglin said.

"They spend all day stewing in their own pee and crap they also eat and fuck their dead!"

"Oh God," said the purple Boglin.

"And on the eighth day, God regretted giving life to the Boglins."

The two campers were now deeply disturbed, but the worse was yet to come.

"And...?" Joe said knowingly as he glared at the Boglins.

"And...we're legally required to tell you we're registered sex offenders," The green Boglin stated.

"I'm currently unregistered," The purple Boglin added.

There was long pause, before Bridgette and DJ both sprinted out of there, intending to get the hell out of dodge.


Bridgette: (With a look of horror on her face) Why do we have to keep dealing with so many horrible things on this island?!


Cliffside

"Charlie may be loaded, but he won't go all Lecter on your friends' asses until sunrise. It's our 'way,'" said Roxie as she climbed up a large cliffside with Rick and the other campers not too far behind.

"Uh-huh... any particular reason you're helping us?" Rick wondered.

"Why? Do you know what all of us young folks do on a Saturday night?" Roxie asked rhetorically, "We throw petrified deer dung into the side of Fiddler's Ravine. Do you know what the adults do? They throw petrified deer dung into the other side of Fiddler's Ravine."

"Wow," Morty said, with a look of pure disbelief on his face, "That sounds like torture."

"I know right?!" Roxie replied, "I am so fucking bored! No ever wants to do anything!"

"Well, isn't that... y'know. Your culture. I-" Rick said, a bit caught off guard by Roxie's response.

"How do you know about our culture? Wait- lemme guess- some of my asshole people told you at some point!" Roxie shouted.

"W-well, yeah, but-" Rick stuttered.

"Right! Because of our long and austere tradition of oratory history! The spoken word!" Roxie exclaimed sarcastically, "Yeah right! We couldn't be bogged down with the hassle of literacy! I had to teach myself to read by breaking into libraries! These douchebags wouldn't know a book if one crawled up their furry gams and started blowing them!"

"Well, I-" Rick said as he struggled to find a answer, which was definitely a first.

"I'd kill to get out of here, but what good would that do?" Roxie muttered bitterly, "Unless I get about a million dollars in electrolysis, I'd wind up in a lab reading flashcards to some jack-off anthropologist. C'mon, down past the cliffside."

As Roxie went ahead, the campers couldn't help but feel bad for her.

"Jesus, that's one disgruntled Wookie," Rick remarked.

"I would be too if I had to live with a bunch of backwards savages my whole life," Harold said.

"Oh, I don't know..." Morty began, "She's all aggro and hairy and stuff, but she's okay?"

There was a bit of a pause before Rick broke the silence, "You like the Bigfoot girl."

"I do not!" Morty denied.

"You do so," Rick said, "Are you kidding me?'

"Shut the fuck up, Rick!" Morty shouted.

"She's all furry and angst-ridden. Like a punk rock girl with hair."

"Shut up, man!"

"Uh, guys?" Fry said, "I hate to interrupt, but we got a bit of situation over here."

"What?" Rick said before he and the other campers heard a loud shriek, "Shit."

"HELP! THE GROUND GAVE WAY! HEEEEELP!" Roxie screamed as he hung for dear life on a loose vine after falling off the cliff.

"We gotta help her!" Morty shouted as he and the rest of the group ran towards the cliff.

"Morty wait! The ground's not stable!" Rick called out but it was too late as Morty ended up running into a landslide as he fell off the cliff as well. But acting quickly, Rick was able to dive in and grab both Morty and Roxie by one of their ankles with his own legs wrapped around the vine to keep them from falling as they all hung upside down from the cliff.

"Everybody just take a moment... catch your breath..." Rick said slowly as he tried to calm everyone down, "Now... pull yourselves up and start climbing."

There were a couple of close calls, but with everyone contributing to the rescue, both Morty and Roxie were able to successfully climb up the cliff.

"You okay?" Harold asked Morty with a look of concern on his face.

"Yeah," Morty answered before being interrupted by a slap on the back of his head, "OW!"

"Try not to run towards landslides next time dumbass," Rick said irritably.

"How about you, Roxie? You all right?" Dib asked the young Bigfoot.

"I'm fine," Roxie nodded, "So sorry, I-" She suddenly turned around as her nose caught the whiff of a familiar scent, causing her eyes to widen in terror, "LOOK OUT!"

"What?" Morty asked before Roxie pushed him out of the way as a puma suddenly pounced out of nowhere and sliced her in the back with its claws causing her to scream in agony.

"ROXIE!" Morty yelled as he and other campers went to help only for the puma to pounce once more forcing the campers to duck and cover, however Dib was not so lucky as he ended up getting slashed across the chest by the puma's claws.

"Oh my God! Dib!" Harold screamed as he ran to help his friend.

Before the puma could attack once more, Rick came up from behind and gave a pinch to the puma's neck, causing it to instantly pass out.

"Nerve pinch. It'll be fine," Rick said as he took off his lab coat and starting tearing strips off of it with Fry tearing pieces off of his red jacket as well to help Dib, "Morty, start tearing clothes into strips for bandages."

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," Roxie moaned in pain as she held her back.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Morty asked as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"Yeah. She'll be fine. Keep ripping," Rick answered.

"What about Dib?" Harold asked with a panicked expression.

"Unfortunately, his injuries are a bit more serious and he's definitely gonna need real medical attention when this is over. But for now at least I can stop the bleeding."

Rick then turned to Roxie, "Falling down cliffs, g-getting mauled by mountain lions...tsk... you make a pretty shitty Bigfoot."

"Fuck you," Roxie chuckled weakly.


Later...

"Are you sure none of you don't have any of those fire-stick thingies?" Charlie Paulson asked in a drunken stupor having failed to start a fire after rubbing two sticks together, "What do you call 'em? "Thatches"?"

"Matches. You asshole," a rather pissed off Stan muttered as he as well as Kyle, Geoff, Lindsay, Bart, Stewie, Courage, and even Heather were all tied up as they laid over a huge pile of firewood, ready to be roasted alive. While the campers who were not about to be eaten yet were tied up close to a nearby tree. They consisted of Gwen, Bojack, Leela, Ezekiel, Frylock, and Early.

"Hey. No reason to get all abusive," said an annoyed Charlie.

"You're going to eat us," Stan replied, "Pardon me for not strictly adhering to 'Emily Post.'"

"All the same, we can get through this without-" The inebriated Bigfoot was cut off as it suddenly felt like his brain was on fire before everything went black.

"Hey, kids, you okay?" Rick asked with a smirk as he stood behind the unconscious Charlie, having shot him with his ray gun.

"Rick? Oh my God, are we glad to see you!" Geoff exclaimed happily as Rick's group worked to untie the campers who were held captive.

"Well, I can definitely say today's challenge went smoothly," A familiar voice spoke as the campers turn to see Chris standing there with his hands behind his back and that same smug grin on his face.

"What the hell?! Chris, what are you doing here?!" Morty shouted.

"Oh, I'm just here to congratulate the winners of today's challenge."

"This whole thing was a challenge?!" Gwen asked with a look of shock.

"Yep, it's a little something I threw together just for kicks, the last camper or campers who avoid getting captured and those who succeed in rescuing the captured campers automatically wins and gets immunity from tonight's vote." Chris said with a bit of sadistic smirk having planned this to get back at the campers for all the injuries he had received the other day.

"You mean to tell me that we risked our lives, got beaten up, worried about our friends' safety and almost got eaten for a fucking challenge?!" Morty asked now utterly livid.

"Your point is…?" Chris asked as none of that seemed wrong in his mind which wasn't all that surprising at this point.

Every camper was pissed as all hell as Chris only shrugged in response.

"The winners do get a reward." Chris said nonchalantly.

"What kind of reward?" Heather asked skeptically, thinking there was something that was worth having to endure this awful challenge.

"Well, I'm still working on it, but-" Chris said was cut off as he then felt an extreme burning sensation in his head as he suddenly blacked out.

Everyone could only look in surprise and shock at the now unconscious host as they turned around to see Rick holding his smoking ray gun.

"You know what? I'm just about done with this whole day," Rick said looking both angry and tired. No one could really disagree with the scientist's words after the day they had.

"Come on, let's get everyone back to camp," said Rick.

"Everyone?" Morty asked.

"Yep. Everyone," Rick replied referring to even Roxie who stood next to the unconscious Charlie who started to stir awake.

"Ow, fuck... what did you go and do that for? Oh hey, Roxie, whassup?" Charlie said groggily as he held his head in pain.

"Shut up, Charlie. Go home," Roxie angrily told the drunken Bigfoot.

"What? Now? Dude, I just got a concussion or some shit... and I was gonna eat these people," Charlie muttered feeling like he had the worst hangover ever, "Oh, man, where'd those people go? Shiiiiiiiit... hey Roxie?! Could you send somebody back for me?! Hey?! Little help...?!

But his pleas went unheard as everyone was already long gone by the time Charlie got up.


Later that day...

To say that today was a long one was a profound understatement. Andrew had been informed of Chris' unauthorized challenge as soon as he got back from his meeting with the network president. Needless to say, the producer was both expectedly and understandably angry at the day's events. He promptly punished Chris for actions by docking his pay for the next month and that he was on notice from now on. Mr. Meeseeks had arrived back at camp with the remainder of the contestants before disappearing a puff of smoke much to the bewilderment of the campers but Rick simply told them all not to think about it as he was in no mood explain right now.

Andrew had then announced that there would be no campfire ceremony tonight and that the episode would have to be heavily edited so that public wouldn't find out that a tribe full of sasquatch were living under their noses for so long. Even though there was no elimination, unfortunately Dib was no longer able to compete due to his injuries and had to be airlifted to the nearest hospital for treatment much to the dismay of most of the other campers. While not many of them were very close to Dib, they didn't much like the idea of a child suffering such grievous injuries which only increased their ever growing resentment for Chris McLean. The only thing left to worry about now was what was going to happen with their new guest...


Rick's Lab

"This gonna work?" Roxie questioned as she along with Rick and Morty were in the former's underground lab. Strangely, the Bigfoot was only wearing a shower cap as Rick had previously asked her to remove her clothing, much to her embarrassment as she covered herself.

"Sure," Rick answered as he applied some sort of strange substance on Roxie's hairy eyebrows, "I did it for one of Morty's Phys Ed teachers.

"Mr. Kaninski?" Morty asked.

"Nah, Mrs. Antonopollis. She looked like a Muppet. It was a nightmare. But when we were through, smooth as a baby's can."

"What's a Muppet?" Roxie wondered.

"Socks with attitude," Rick replied, "God bless Jim Henson. Okay, we're ready. Morty, no peeking."

"No sweat," Morty said as he respectfully turned around to face the wall.

"It'll be just a second and it'll be permanent," Rick stated while he used a fire extinguisher to spray more of that strange substance all over Roxie. When that was finished, Rick then handed her a bathrobe to give her some form of decency all while averting his gaze.

"Well?" Roxie asked, now a bit anxious about her new appearance.

"See for yourself," Rick said as held out a mirror so that she could now gaze at her reflection.

"Wow," Morty muttered with a look of amazement at Roxie's new look as Rick had developed a concoction that would remove all of her as Roxie now resembled a human teenage girl with the only thing that remained from her old appearance was her hairstyle.

"I look... uh..." Roxie muttered as she only look in disbelief at her reflection, not knowing what to say.

"You look beautiful," Morty complimented.

"Hee-hee, thank you," Roxie grinned.

"C'mon. Let's get you a new life," Rick said as he used his portal gun to open a wormhole to another universe as the three stepped through.


In Another Universe...

"You'll only have to be in this city center for the night until you're transferred to a foster home," Rick explained to Roxie who was now dressed in more casual clothing, "I checked the folks out. Good people. You'll be okay. Here's a copy of your new identity, get to memorizing. And here's a manual on how to be a human being. Customs. Slang. Do's. Don'ts. If anyone finds it, you should be cool. It's in your handwriting and reads like a term paper."

"Thank you, Rick. I don't... I..." Roxie stuttered as she tried to find the words to express her gratitude, "I know... I can't ever thank you so... I'm..."

"Shut up..." Rick interrupted, "If you have any questions, the answers are all there in the manual. You'll need it, especially for next Monday."

"Monday?" Roxie asked.

"Yeah," Rick smirked, "At school. I enrolled you."

Roxie couldn't contain her excitement as she suddenly wrapped her arms around Rick in a bear hug much to his surprise.

"Ah! Okay! Okay!" Rick shouted, not expecting this as he winced in pain, "No. Really, you're cracking my ribs."

Roxie then gave Rick a small peck on the cheek before also giving one to Morty as she ran off to the city center, "I hope I can see you guys again someday!"

Rick and Morty both waved goodbye before they began their journey back to camp.

"She gonna be okay?" Morty asked his grandfather.

"Sure. She's as strong as four people," Rick replied, "She'll be 6'3" when she's fully grown. She'll be a volleyball player or fashion model or something."

"Why'd you help her?" Morty asked seriously.

Rick seemed hesitant for a bit before answering, "I know what it's like to be different," He then grinned, "And because you love her!"

"I do-fucking-not!" Morty yelled as he began chasing a now laughing Rick.

"You totally do! You love her so much you want to marry her and have little mixed-species, pelt-covered babies!"

"Shut the hell up, Rick!"


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, Jen, Courtney(Again), Owen, Dib

AN: Done. This was probably one of the most 'R-Rated' chapters I've done so far. I apologize if some of you aren't very fond of the constant swearing, but given how most of the characters present in this story are from adult cartoons, it shouldn't be all that surprising. The idea for today's challenge was once again adapted from the Barry Ween comic as well as the character Roxie, who won't be making another appearance in this story I'm sorry to say since she was more of a one-note character in the comic. As for the elimination, I felt that Dib's was long overdue since he didn't really contribute all that much to the overall narrative since the reason he signed up for Total Drama was to expose Zim's existence to the world. That being said, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and I would like to remind everyone once again that this story has a TV Tropes page as that hasn't been updated since the original author stopped writing, so it would great if someone can help contribute. Thank you and I'll will see you next chapter.