"Last time on the Ridukeulous Race," Duke's voice came booming over some of the clips from the prior episode, the first being one that showed the twenty-two teams standing around him outside of the train station. "Twenty-two teams of two arrived here in Toronto to kickstart this mighty competition race!" The next clip showed Arnold dragging Aisling up the stairs and her hitting her head on every single step. "There was a lot of running, some minor concussions, and a whole lot of terrified children!" The next few clips were of Becky forcing Olive to do the skywalk, Mitsuki carrying a terrified Kotomi back inside, and Sophie and Sunny trembling in fear Kurt threatening to sell them for alcohol. "It ended with all of our teams racing to the international airport and booking flights to Morocco!"

The camera transitioned to show the Bloody Prom Queens, the Psychic and Skeptic, the Cool Guys, the Sailor America Fans, the Wilderness Girls, the Uncomfortable Siblings, and the Basketball Team on a plane that had already taken off. "Seven teams booked the first flight, which is already well on its way." The next plane was shown with the Dweebs, the YouTuber and Editor, the Awkward Neighbors, the Conservationists, the Vicious Pop Stars, the Bachelorettes, the Glow-Up Gals, and the 'Father and Son?' The plane hadn't taken off yet, but it looked as if it was just about to. "Eight teams managed to snag flight number two, which is just about to take off!"

Finally, the camera showed the final seven teams waiting in the lobby of the airport. "As for flight number three, which won't be leaving for another hour, it got stuck with the Rivalry Twins, the BFFFLs, the Friendly Duo, the Mystical Opposites, the Reality Show Rivals, the Dual Artists, and the Dynamic Gamers." Duke suddenly jumped in front of the camera, with the seven teams behind him watching while he stood there. "Is one of these jabroni teams going to be the first to taste defeat in this reality TV nightmare? Find out right now on…THE RIDUKEULOUS RACE!"

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A world map was shown with two plane icons flying overseas towards Morocco, individually labeled one and two. Duke spoke over the view of the map, "We got fifteen of our teams already well on their way to Morocco while the shoddy seven are still stuck at home base waiting for their plane to board!"

Katie and Sadie sat together on a bench, each of them painting the other's toenails while they waited. "Like, Sadie, you gotta try not to move every time I use the brush, or nail polish is totally gonna get all over your tootsies!"

"I'm sorry, Katie! It's just that the brush feels so…it feels so…teehee!" As Katie went to paint her one toenail, Sadie suddenly kicked her foot forward, knocking over the nail-polish and getting it all over Katie's legs. "OMG, Katie, I am so sorry!"

"It's…fine. I'll see if I can maybe go find some wipes and get it off of me, you just keep trying to train yourself to not be so ticklish! It'll work eventually…probably." Katie started to get up to look for some wipes when she was interrupted by Maya suddenly running over to her with a jar and a cloth in hand.

"Got nail polish spilled all over yourself? I really hate when that happens! I always bring some remover with me, non-acetone, of course. Here! Use as much as you need!" Maya held the jar out towards Katie, who hesitantly grabbed both that and the rag from her.

"Uh…thanks! That was like, really nice of you to offer that!" Katie started to wipe herself down while Sadie poked at her own toes with a feather, trying to help beat her ticklishness, but failing miserably, as she continued to giggle each time the feather touched her skin.

"It's no trouble at all! Every good friendship starts with a greeting and a gesture, they say! Say, since we are already becoming total besties, what would you guys think about making each of our power duos into a power quartet! I think we could all work together pretty nicely, considering that we each have different…" Maya looked the two girls up and down, trying her best to be impressed by something. "...Skill sets."

"Well, that doesn't sound like a terrible plan. Hm…I think me and Katie are gonna have to…teehee!" Sadie started to giggle uncontrollably, dropping the feather on the ground in the process. "A-ah, sorry! Me and Katie will probably have to talk it over a bit first! I never say yes to anything without talking to Katie about it first, since her opinion matters just as much as mine."

"Aw, Sadie! That is so cute!" Katie and Sadie smiled at each other before they both leaned in for a hug.

"What have we here?" Jeremy stuck his hand into Maya's back pocket, grabbing a piece of paper out from it and clearing his throat to read off of it. "Maya's Ten Alliance Commandments! Number one, get some fools, sucker 'em right in. Don't need to worry if they're great, they're just there to help you win."

"Jeremy, that does not say that!" Maya groaned and ripped the piece of paper back from his hands, soon shredding it up so he couldn't read it anymore.

"Meh, maybe I added my own theatrical flair to it, maybe I was making a reference, who knows. Anyways, I guess I can leave you be…since it seems that you've already found some 'fools' to sucker into an alliance with you." Jeremy whistled and plugged his headphones back into his ears, leaving Maya speechless as the BFFFLs glared at the back of her head.

"J-Jeremy, you jerk!" Maya chased after her brother, both of them passing by the Dual Artists. Sua was practicing singing to her own reflection in the airport window while Zerine was minding her own business and painting something on her canvas. From the looks of it, the painting only used colors that came from Sua's own color pallette.

"La, la, la! I'm the one and only queen, not a soul could show me up! With looks like that and shoves so mean, there's no way you could glow me up!" Sua giggled to herself, suddenly spinning around and looking at what Zerine was painting. "Ooo! Pretty colors! I bet I would look good in them!"

"You are in them." Zerine's point got Sua to look down at herself and realize that she was correct. She giggled lightly and stopped looking at the painting, getting ready to sing again. "Are you going to keep singing about those girls? You haven't shut up about it since they shoved you…and that was hours ago."

"Those girls? What girls? Hm? I'm not singing about anyone, you're crazy! Ha!" Sua looked at her reflection as she pulled her microphone up to her mouth. Her eye twitched ever so slightly, and when she realized this, she frowned.

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"I don't really like it when other people shove me around and bully me…it really hurts my feelings!" Sua slouched forward, whimpering while her eyes welled up with tears. "All I wanna do is show the world my singing, dance on a stage, and bring everybody undeniable joy, is that too much to ask?"

"That's her fancy way of saying that she has anger issues." Zerine added a splash of red to her painting, some of the red flicking onto Sua's sweater. The idol looked down at herself, her eye twitching again.

"Z-Zerine…that is the second time you have done that!" Zerine completely ignored Sua, who huffed from her nose before taking a deep breath. "It's…fine! It's all fine, all dandy, all just wonderful!"

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A picture of Morocco on the world map covered the screen, with Duke jumping in front of it while holding a pointer stick in his hand. Some would think that he would use this to point at the picture, but he actually just snapped it in half before flexing and using his bicep twitches to point. "Morocco, just another country that's nowhere near as good as America and manages to be hotter than Lady Belle and Ursula combined! Seriously, not only is the land itself hot, but the food is just as hot!"

The first plane started to land on a runway in the country, "The first flight is just now touching down! The first seven teams have got this advantage to snag the tip from the next dukebox before anyone else gets here!" Duke was shown walking away from a dukebox that was sitting right outside of the airport. Before long, the teams from flight one were running to it, each pressing the button and grabbing their tip.

"The spice is right?" Becky read over the tip with confusion abundant in her otherwise emotionless expression. Olive grabbed the tip from her hand and started reading it.

"Oh, oh! It's an Olive! I'm an Olive!" Olive giggled, but Becky took the tip right back from her.

"An All-In, Olive." Olive sighed and stared at the ground while Becky rolled her eyes.

Duke was shown walking in front of a stand that was being run by a local Moroccan man with a dense beard. The stand was surrounded by vats full of various spices that ranged in a whole array of colors and textures. "An All-In is a special type of mini-challenge where both members of the tag team gotta take part in it! For this one, the teams will have to make it all the way to this spice kiosk, picking five different spices from the vats! Some are sweet, some are salty, some are hot enough to make you regret ever being born!"

"It says we have to pick five spices from the vats," Conroy read the tip allowed while Mika watched him excitedly. "Ideally, we'll choose cumin, cinnamon-"

"-Paprika, saffron, and ginger." Evander continued to read the tip while Kurt had his hand digging around in his underwear again.

"To receive your next travel tip." Sophie was the one to finish reading off the tip before looking up at Bea with a smile. "This is awesome! We can get to show off the reason why we both earned our Spice Girls patches!" The teams started rushing to get in the taxis that were waiting outside of the airport, each of them managing to trample over Mitsuki in the process. Kotomi looked down at his sister, who was twitching in pain on the ground, and just laughed.

Arnold sat down in the taxi with his arms crossed while he watched Aisling holding her tarot card deck out towards the taxi driver. "Sir, may I entice you to pick a card? I'm sure all the information that fates hold for you on this day will prove to be most fascinating."

"Stop distracting the man and let him drive! Better yet, let me drive!" There was a brief scuffle between Arnold and the taxi driver before the rich boy managed to kick him right out of the taxi. He started to drive off, leaving the man to curse at him in Arabic. Aisling stared at Arnold from the back seat, still holding the cards in her hands. She opened her mouth to say something, "No, I am not going to pick a card now." She closed her mouth, feeling a little defeated, but soon opened it again. "No, I am not going to let you sit in the front with me."

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"So, if you all weren't aware already, Aisling is the girl that responded to my ad on Bradslist. I think it was something like, 'Looking for stupid crystal girl to come with me in trip around the world.'" Arnold snickered as he remembered the insulting title that he had put for the ad. "I was a bit surprised that she was the only one to respond to the ad…most crystal girls will take any opportunity they can get."

"W-well…crystal girl is a bit of a derogatory term for a woman with a deep connection to the fates and the cosmos, perhaps that may be why?" Aisling weakly piped up, but Arnold didn't answer her, just rolling his eyes and looking away from her. "I answered because the fates told me it would end in good fortune."

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The next taxi that was shown was the one with the Sailor America Fans in it. Lukas was smiling as he stared out the window while Sunny drew a picture of him in crayon. "We might not know that much about spices, mainly because Lukas lost all of his taste buds in a little incident some time ago, but that doesn't mean that we aren't going to try hard to pick the right ones for this All-In!"

Lukas turned to Sunny and raised his hands up to sign to her, "Who knows? Maybe we'll end up having to eat them and my lame tongue will be put to good use! …That was a disgusting sentence, yuck!"

"You have such a way with words!" Sunny giggled and Lukas turned away from her, sticking his head out the window in shame.

The cab just behind that one held the Uncomfortable Siblings. Kotomi was minding his own business and reading something on his phone while Mitsuki glared at the woman that was in the driver's seat. She didn't say anything, but she was definitely thinking some menacing thoughts to herself. "This bitch thinks she can wear all those blankets and hide her appearance from me, does she? Oh, she's probably got huge tits and a fat ass! She's hiding it all to be modest, is she!? She probably thinks that she can just rip that off and steal my brother away from me! Oh, well I'll show her! I'll-"

Kotomi could tell that Mitsuki was thinking something horrible, as he saw the look on her face. He sighed and leaned up, "Mitsuki, are you having one of your racist inner monologues again? If we get kicked out of this country because of you, I'm never going anywhere with you again."

"B…but what about our bonding time…y…you promised…" Mitsuki slightly whimpered, but Kotomi just kicked her in the knee. "Agh!"

"While our teams from flight one are on their way to the kiosk, the teams on flight two are still waiting to land." Duke spoke over the view of a plane flying through the air. The camera zoomed into the plane to show Evan with his lap full of empty beer steins, plus a completely full one in his hand. He took a big swig from it, and before he knew it, it was all gone.

"Aw…" Evan held the stein upside down, shaking it to confirm that there really was nothing left in it. He saw the flight attendant passing by and reached his arm out in front of Logan's face. "Hey, Miss Attendant! I think I need another beer- no, two beers!" As he kept holding his arm out, Logan's eyebrow twitched, and she reached her face forward to bite his forearm. "Yowch!"

"If you don't want to get bit, maybe you shouldn't be flailing your big, hairy arms in front of my face!" Logan screamed at Evan until he shrunk back down in his seat and the flight attendant kept walking. "Seriously, Evan! And you've already had thirty beers! You can't be speedrunning liver failure when we've got a big tour coming up just after this show is over! Sometimes I think I'm the only one of us that has a brain!"

A few rows back from them, the YouTuber and Editor were sitting together, although Virgil had put up a barrier between their seats so that Michael couldn't see or touch him. "Ah! Virgilio! Why must you block yourself from my sight? How are we to work as the perfect team if you try to hide yourself? You must come out of your metaphorical closet and let your beauty shine!"

"That's exactly why I'm not going to move this wall, because you're gonna rub off all your gay germs on me. I'd like to remain acceptable by the bulk of society…actually…hm…gotta outweigh some pros and cons here." Virgil teetered his two hands back and forth, "Be gay, or have more people wanting to talk to me…such a tough one."

"Meanwhile, the teams from the first flight are starting to make it to the spice kiosk! Let's see if those jabronis have what it takes to pass the spice test!" Duke spoke over the view of the seven taxis parking outside of the kiosk. The teams poured out of them, each of them rushing over to the kiosk and looking at all the spices that were available to them.

"Hm…hm hm hm…" Sophie leaned forward and started to sniff at the spice array, her eyes lighting up when she got to one of them. "Oh! This one has got to be saffron! I know the smell of saffron, anywhere!"

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"Sophie here earned her Spice Girl patch from identifying over thirty different kinds of spices by scent alone. She's able to do everything from allspice to za'atar!" Sophie blushed while her grandmother praised her. "Back in my day, the test was a lot more rigorous. They included some toxic chemicals to the mix to really only pull the best of the best for the Wilderness Girls! Heh, sucks to be Paula!"

"Grandma, I mean, troop master, I think that the Wilderness Girl leaders from the olden days were just a bunch of psychopaths." Bea thought about it for a second, but smiled and shrugged it off.

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"Spices? Bah, who cares about spices when there's only a solid six seasonings needed for a proper Italian diet! Kurty K, why don't you pick the spices, this ain't a cool enough thing for me to do." Evander stood back and let Kurt take a look at the spices.

"Uh…that one kinda smells like crack. Is it crack? I want that one." Kurt pointed at one of the spices, getting a sigh back from the man at the kiosk as he scooped some for him. He still had four more bags that he needed to fill, and he looked down at all the spices in confusion. "...Can I get four more bags of crack?"

"It ain't crack, Kurt!" Evander shouted at Kurt, who grumbled to himself while the former leaned towards the kiosk owner. "...Yo, it isn't crack, right?"

The kiosk owner rolled his eyes again before continuing to scoop out more and more spices that had been selected by each of the teams. It didn't take long for him to fill up five bags for each of the teams. Duke's voice came hollering in from out of nowhere, "After the teams got the five spices of life, our spicy buddy at the kiosk gave them their next travel tip!"

"Uh…it says we have to ride to a restaurant in the desert on a camel's back." Becky groaned while she glanced over at the camels, all of which had flies swirling around them. Olive's eyes lit up, and she ran right over to the camel of her dreams and started petting it. "Olive, what are you doing?"

"This camel's just so pretty! Oh, Becky, can we keep him? Ya gotta let us keep him! I'm gonna name him Cerberus!" Olive smiled as she climbed onto the camel's back and pet it on the head. "You're a mighty good camel, aren't you, Cerberus?"

"A restaurant in the middle of the desert? That's a bit…odd…not much strategic placement there. Hm…Mika, you're more sporadic than I am, what do you make of this?" Conroy looked down at Mika, who paused for a brief moment. "...Mika?"

"I say that…I don't know! Let's just get on the camel and see where it takes us!" Mika grabbed Conroy by the arm and tugged him along with her.

The first seven teams got on the camel's backs, the animals soon carrying them all through the desert. The heat was beating down on them pretty badly, with some of them trying to ignore it as best as they could, but it was of no use…except for Sophie and Bea, who had fashioned some proper headgear to beat the heat. Kotomi took a whiff of the air around him, soon recoiling in disgust. "Uck! These camels smell worse than you, Mitsuki! Wait a second…" He leaned forward and sniffed his sister's hair, gagging soon after. "Nope, you're still worse."

"I think the heat is making me sweat out all of my spiritual connection I've been alloted for the day." Aisling panted while Arnold did his best to remain unbothered by the heat. "Arnold, do you have a fan…or maybe just a handkerchief that I could clean myself off with?"

"If you wanted a handkerchief, you should've brought one with you before you came along for the race, hm?" Arnold didn't even look back while Aisling sighed.

"While the first set of teams ventures off into the scorching depths of the desert, the second flight is just now landing in Morocco!" Duke spoke loudly while the eight teams from the second flight ran out of the airport and rushed to the dukebox, slapping the button on top of it. One by one, they ran to the taxis with their tips, getting on board to start their journey to the spice kiosk. The only team that was left without a taxi was the Bachelorettes, who were left chasing after the vehicles.

"Honey, how dare you make a lady like myself run after you in these heels? You better get back here, young man!" Lady Belle shook her fist at the taxi while Ursula panted next to her. "Oh, don't even tell me that you can't handle a little heat! Buckle up, buttercup!"

"And as for the rest of our teams, they've finally gotten themselves on flight number three, which is en route to Morocco as we speak! Being so far back in the competition seems to have gotten them a little antsy!" The camera panned into the third plane, showing Jacque reading a magazine while Angel flicked peanuts at him.

"Would ya cut that out? I'm trying to pass the time, and you and your fussing is making it really difficult." Jacque snapped at her briefly before diving back into his magazine.

"Hmph! We wouldn't be on this flight if it weren't for you worrying about the elevator so much! We could've been in Morocco already!" Angel crossed her arms and grumbled until someone reached their hand between her and Jacque's seat from behind, holding out a muffin.

"Muffin? It'll help ease your worries!" Xavier's kind offering was not-so-politely declined by Angel slapping his hand away and knocking the muffin down onto the floor. "Ah! My muffin!"

Some of the teams from the second batch of contestants started to get out of their taxis and rush up to the spice kiosk, looking at each of the options and trying to decide what would be the best route to go with. Andrew looked them over before grabbing his phone from his pocket, "My lovely kitten, Mitsuki-Chan, do you know what spices might be the right ones? Daddy would love it if you-"

"Andrew, you're a weeaboo, not a discord mod, get your own gimmick right, pal." Richard patted his teammate on the gut and passed him by to point at one of the spices.

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"I don't really know that much about spices, but I do stare at things a lot, so whenever my eyes land on something, it usually means that I should roll with it." Richard shrugged his shoulders lightly, "Not sure if it'll actually be a good option or anything, but it's better than taking advice from a vocaloid."

"Gasp! How dare you insult my Mitsuki-Chan like that? She's no vocaloid, she's a being of pure love and affection, isn't that right, sweetums?" Andrew stroked his phone screen lovingly while Richard side-eyed him.

"...You totally beat it to that app, don't you?"

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James moseyed on up to the kiosk, looking at the spices while tapping at his chin. "You know, most people would want to pick the proper spices for this, but since I am learning to love living on the wild side more and more, we should pick whatever is the spiciest!" The older man leaned forward, sniffing away at the spices, but finding this to be less than helpful. "Hrm…Eli, sport! My sniffer doesn't seem to be doing it's job so well! How about you come and pick our spices out!"

"Eh? Do I really have to…?" James just nodded at Elliott, who sighed and marched his sorry butt over to the spices. He knelt down to smell some, getting a whiff of a really strong one and immediately having his eyes water from the spice. "Agh! That's basically a chemical weapon, man!"

"Perfect! We'll go and pick that one, then! Scoop 'er up, buddy!" James excitedly watched while the kiosk's owner started to scoop up the spice and dump it into a bag.

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"I don't know how much of my dad's living on the edge I can actually take…I can't tell if he's trying to get himself killed at this point or what." Elliott had a clothespin snapped down on his nose while James was holding all five bags of their spices in his hands.

"Oh, Eli, sport! You're such a goofball!" James let out an obnoxious laugh while Elliott scooted away from him. "Of course I'm trying to do that, but I guarantee you it won't happen, since this show is one hundred percent safe and free of danger!"

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The rest of the teams from the second flight started to arrive at the spice kiosk, and they were all joining the others in the big hunt for their spices. Jamie Lynn and Phoebe rushed right up to the kiosk, with the latter looking down at everything with wary eyes. "U-um…which ones do you think we should pick? I don't know too much about spices…but anything that's too spicy makes me have a panic attack…"

"A panic attack? That sounds like fancy talk for bringing Libby out to play! If that's the case, then how about we try this!" Jamie Lynn grabbed Phoebe's head and shoved it into one of the vats of spice. The schizophrenic girl thrashed about until the kiosk's owner used his scoop to slap Jamie Lynn's hand away, which allowed her to pry her head free. She was completely covered in spice, which had gotten in her ears, her eyes, her nose, and her hair. "Well? Is that too spicy?"

"Y-you…" Phoebe's mouth started to tremble and her eyes welled up with tears. She burst out into a loud set of cries that made her seem like she was acting with how exaggerated they were. Everyone's attention was redirected to the duo, which only annoyed Jamie Lynn.

"Oh, stop staring at me and get all of your own spices! She deserved it!"

"I doubt she deserved it that ba…ba…ba…" Richard walked over to intervene, immediately finding himself lost in the fact that Phoebe's shirt was falling down on her. His eyes lit up as he stared at the minimalistic melons on her chest. "Ba…ba…boobies!"

Phoebe sniffled, her cries starting to simmer down while she saw that Richard was staring at her. She was a bit confused at first, then looked down to see what he was looking at. "O-oh…sorry, I'm exposing my gross body in public…again."

"Gross!? GROSS!? Those aren't gross, they're awesome!" Richard's mouth practically started watering, which made most of the teams around them completely uncomfortable with what was happening. They all tried their best to mind their own business and get back to their spice collecting, but he really made it hard to focus with how perverted he was.

"...Awesome…?" Phoebe was still confused as she stood there, her pale face still covered in the green spice.

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"...Awesome is a compliment…I got a compliment…even though I'm a pathetic bitch…" Phoebe stared at the ground, trying her best to comprehend what had just happened while Jamie Lynn glared at her. "B-but you're the one with the nicer body…how come he said that to me?"

"That perv probably knows I would've socked him one good if he said anything about me. He just knows he can stare at your chest and get off scot free." Jamie Lynn huffed and turned away while Phoebe continued to stare down at her own chest.

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The Conservationists took a look through the spices, with Zeke soon taking a big whiff, managing to intake every unique scent from the vats in one foul swoop. A smile came to his face, and he crossed his arms with confidence. "We'll take that one, that one, this one, that one, and this one!" As he pointed out each of the spaces, the kiosk owner scooped them for him.

"Aw, Zeke! That was awesome, man!" The two boys high fived, taking their spices and their tip and rushing to get on the camel's back. Karma and Vanessa rushed to take their place at the front of the line, with both of them looking over the spices with not much clue as to what they should grab.

"Ah…dahling, I prefer to eat the sweet varieties of foods, not so much the spicy…do you have any idea which ones might be right?" Karma looked over to Vanessa, who was equally as confused as her.

"Karma, honey, I got two opinions on all things food. One, I love me a good cup of tea, mm-mm! And two, I despise creamed corn with every fiber of my being!" Vanessa pounded her fist against the palm of her hand, a small shockwave emitting from the impact and causing Karma's hair to blow in a sudden gust of wind.

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"I was never sure about creamed corn or anything, but it can't seriously be that bad, can it, dahling?" Karma tilted her head as she questioned Vanessa, who just exhaled angry fumes from her nostrils. "I suppose it is that bad…"

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"While more and more teams gather up their spices, plane number three is touching down! It's about time, too…not that they had any chance of getting a lead anyways." Duke spoke over the view of the final seven teams from the third plane running out of the airport before the camera transitioned back to showing the first seven teams that had arrived. "They've really gotta start picking up the pace if they want to catch up to the teams already in search of The Culinary!"

The Cool Guys had both taken off their shirts in an effort to beat the heat, with Evander wrapping his around his hair to make sure his sweat didn't ruin his perfect do. "Ay, yo…this camel better get us to the restaurant fast! In case the show has already forgotten, I like all things cool, I don't deal with no heat!"

"Urgh…boss, I think the camel can't deal with the heat either…look." Kurt weakly managed to raise his finger and point at the Camel, which was drooling and sweating, just like they were.

"Huh? Oh, no you don't! Listen to me, you spittle slinging pile of uncool garbage! You better not even think about giving out with those legs, or I'm gonna deliver one piping hot knuckle sandwich right to your heighnee!" Evander's threats had no effect on the camel, as it soon collapsed, dropping them into the sand. "Ah, gabagool!"

The Bachelorettes had finally made it to the kiosk, since they had to run the entire way. Both of them were panting from the heat, nearly collapsing as they stood near the spices. "Which…spices…do we…even…pick?" Ursula had a hard time getting her words out, as every breath managed to drain her of more and more energy.

"Honey…I'm from…Louisiana…just…let me pick all the spices." Lady Belle stumbled towards the spices, glancing away for a brief second when she heard the next round of taxis arriving. She suddenly shot up, her eyes wide, pointing at five random spices. "No time to think about what'll make the best Jambalaya! You, handsome working boy! Give me these five!" She pointed at a random assortment of spices, which the man scooped for her. "Thank ya kindly! Momma's gonna come back for you later, sweetums!" The southernern blew a kiss to the kiosk's owner, who blushed while she and her teammate ran to the camels with their goods.

It was then that the teams from the third plane started to dump out of their taxis, hurrying to pick their spices. Flora and Helena looked at all of them, admittedly not too certain on which would actually be the proper spices to go with. The glittery girl stepped forward and tilted her head, "Hm…well! These five look the most magical, so those should be the right ones!"

"F-Flora, I'm not sure that's actually how that works. I think the shinier ones might just end up being more spicy than the others." Helena stepped forward to join her girlfriend, who was a little upset at being told she was wrong. "...What if we pick…these ones?" She had pointed out five spices that looked a lot more bland than what Flora had wanted to go with.

"But those ones all look like dirt and lawn clippings! We have to at least pick a couple that are magical! It's like that cereal, 'Magically Delicious!'" Flora giggled innocently while Helena rubbed her arm nervously.

"I-I guess we can pick three of yours and two of mine, if that's okay." Helena sheepishly looked down, though she perked up with a blush as Flora suddenly kissed her on the forehead. The two got their spices, though Flora actually urged the man to pick three of Helena's options and two of her own instead.

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"Helena and I really are so vastly different, but meeting with different people and getting to know them better is just another magical thing about this world! Everyone is always so nice and wonderful, I love it! It's magical!" Flora giggled while Helena moved closer to the camera and started whispering.

"...F-Flora really hasn't seen much of the real world yet…I try my best to make sure that it doesn't get a chance to beat her down, but I know there is gonna be some time coming that she has to face it…I just don't know how well she's going to take it." Helena glanced back at Flora, who was throwing some spice into the air like glitter.

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"The rest of the teams get to gather up their spices!" Duke went on with his narration while Freddy and Colin made their way to the spice kiosk.

"Look! Kiosk man! I have a really important question to ask you, and if I don't get a straight answer, you're gonna regret it!" Freddy leaned up really close to the guy in charge of the kiosk, his eyes staring into his unfortunate soul. "Which five of these spices do you think they would put on the pizzas at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza? If I don't perfectly recreate it, I'm gonna lose my marbles!"

"Why do you have to perfectly recreate it? Can't you just get something relatively close to it?" Colin was a bit intrigued to hear Freddy's reasoning.

"If I perfectly recreate it, I can open up my own pizzeria that is completely and entirely themed off the games, making the main pizza on our menu be called 'The Bite of Eighty-Seven!' Everybody is gonna wanna Join Us for a Bite when they find out that is an exact replica of the in-game pizza!" Freddy and Colin chuckled while the rest of the teams around them groaned at this annoying reference.

"Unfortunately, even with these teams reaching the kiosk, they've still got a long road ahead of them!" Duke spoke up again, and the camera transitioned ahead to show Lyle and Zeke walking through the desert sands on foot, without a camel at their side.

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"Riding camels is a bit insulting, considering that they, like us, just wanna be able to roam free throughout the world! We did grab one of them from the kiosk, but we let it back into one of the taxis so it could enjoy the air conditioning!" Lyle used his thumb to point behind him, showing that there was a taxi that had crashed on the side of the road a ways down. A camel was sticking its head out the window and crying for help as the taxi started on fire.

"Yup! We did a good deed for nature today, with many more on their way!" The conservationists high-fived, blissfully unaware of the danger that the camel had been put in.

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Marty and Xavier were the final team to grab their spices, but once they had got them in hand, they smiled over at each other.

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"We may have ended up in last place at the moment, but it's really not that big of a deal! With all the other teams around us, I figured it would be best if they got first pick of the taxis! So what if we had to wait a little longer for them? It's not that bad!" Xavier chuckled innocently while Marty tapped his fingers on his legs in annoyance.

"Yeah, that was such a great idea, Xavier." Xavier loosely glared at Marty, who blushed and looked down at the floor in shame. "S-sorry. Sarcasm is getting me again."

"Keep that up, and I'm not giving you any of the baguette I had planned to make later!" Xavier turned away from his partner while crossing his arms, but was very quick to turn back around. "Aw, who am I kidding? You can still have some either way!"

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"With all teams having their spices at the ready, we finally have the first team making it to The Culinary! Question is, will the Wilderness Girls be able to keep their lead?" While Duke narrated, Sophie hopped off of her camel, leaving Bea to collapse in a puddle of sweat while she ran over to the next dukebox. She pressed the button on top of it, getting the tip from it.

"It says its a Botch or Watch, Troop Master!" Bea managed to snap up from the ground, though she was almost entirely coated in sweat and sand chunks.

"T-that's the one where only one of us needs to do anything, right?" Sophie nodded while her grandmother got up and did her best to join her.

"Let's see…'Just Stew It!' We give our spices to the chef, who's gonna add them into a hot bowl of Moroccan stew. Once he's done, we'll be served a bowl that one of us will have to eat." Sophie looked over to Bea, whose stomach started to grumble. "M-maybe I should be the one to-"

"Nonsense! I'll eat the stew just fine! Let me see the rest of that tip!" Bea snatched the tip from Sophie and continued to read it while her granddaughter passed the spices to the chef. "When you've finished your meal, race your way to the chill zone on foot as fast as you can, because-"

The camera panned over to show Duke standing at the chill zone…under a large umbrella that was shielding him from the blistering sun. "-The last team of jabronis to make it here is gonna be cut from the race, no ifs, ands, or buts!"

Back at the restaurant, the chef was just now handing the bowl of prepared and mixed stew to Bea, who gulped nervously as she took it from him. Sophie seemed to be a bit disheartened by her grandmother being so off put by the stew. "I-I'm sure you picked the spices just fine, Sophie! You're a wonderful Wilderness Girl, and I know you worked hard to get that Spice Girl patch. It's just that…this stew…in this heat…it's going to do a number on my-" Bea stopped complaining when she saw Spohie giving her a skeptical look. "Nothing! It won't do a number on anything, because I can't be stopped!"

The Wilderness Girls moved out of the way, allowing the line of teams behind them to advance. In order, it was the Bloody Prom Queens, the Psychic and Skeptic, the Uncomfortable Siblings, the Sailor America Fans, and the Basketball Team. Conroy seemed to be analyzing something, although it wasn't clear what it was exactly, as he looked as if he was just staring off into the distance. Mika clapped her hands together with a huge smile on her face. "You're analyzing to find out the best option! I love watching you while you do that!"

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"Conroy does this thing where he observes every possible outcome without taking a break from his thoughts! It's almost like he jumps into a whole different dimension to think about the best plan of action to take!" Mika kept bouncing up and down while she watched Conroy, who was legitimately just zoned out and staring off into the distance. "Oh! He's got a really good idea brewing, I can tell!"

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Back in the middle of the desert, Xavier and Marty were just now passing by Zeke and Lyle, though those two were passing by Evander and Kurt, who were practically getting smoked by the heat. Xavier looked over to Marty with a frown. "Huh? Why are you doing that, Xavi?" The sarcasm-loving boy looked over his shoulder to see the cool guys melting in the heat before looking back at his teammate. "Xavi…we can't give up all the taxis and then our camel, too."

"But Marty, look at them! If they keep walking in this heat, they're gonna bake 'til they're a perfect golden brown, just like my biscuits!" Xavier conveniently pulled out a tray of biscuits from behind his back, showing that they were, indeed, golden brown. "We'll still make it past this leg of the race, I promise! A-and if we don't, I'll bake you whatever sweets you want for a whole week and not even charge you a dime!"

"You already don't charge me for the food you make." Xavier continued to whimper until Marty eventually caved. "Alright! Alright…we can give them our camel…buuuuut you'd better make some extra baguettes. I'm feeling a full on French Dip after we make it through this leg!"

"Yippee!" Xavier and Marty hopped off of the camel's back, both of them running over to Kurt and Evander. "Hey, guys! You look awful hot right now…you can go ahead and take our-"

The Cool Guys didn't even let Xavier finish, as they rushed right by the Friendly Duo and hopped on the camel, giving it a good smack on the rear to get it running. "Smell ya later, nerds!" Xavier blinked a few times as he watched the other team race off into the distance, not wanting to look back as he felt Marty glaring at him.

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"...Is he still staring at me?" Xavier mumbled before looking behind him ever so slightly to see that Marty was still glaring at me. "Y-yup, sure is."

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"While the Friendly Duo gets themselves stuck in dead last even worse than before, the race for the rest of the teams to reach first at the restaurant challenge is getting more intense! Which teams picked the right spices, and which teams are in for a spicy surprise!?" Duke narrated over the view of more teams getting their stew from the restaurant. Olive and Becky got theirs and went back to standing by the camel that they had taken to get to the restaurant.

"Alright, which one of us is gonna eat this stew?" Becky held the bowl up, seeing that it was practically bubbling from the intense amount of spice that had been put into it.

"Weeeeeeeell…Cerberus done told me that, um, I shouldn't eat the spicy stew because, uh, it's too hot! Ayup!" Olive nodded and smiled while Becky stared coldly at her, "U-uh…he also said that y-you should eat the stew because…if you don't…uh…you're no better than all the weakbloods?" The green-haired girl continued to smile nervously while Becky stared at her.

"...Well, there's certainly no way I'm going to let myself stoop as low as a weakblood." Becky lifted the bowl to her lips and started to gulp down on the stew, with Olive sighing in relief.

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"Becky's pretty good when it comes to handling her spices! I mean, our ma once grilled a bunch of chili peppers to use for some sauce, and Becks here just up and scooped the whole lot of 'em right into her mouth! Doctor said it burnt a hole through her stomach lining, whatever that means." Olive giggled while wrapping her arm around Becky's shoulder.

"It means that I've just deepened my connection with Hell by getting rid of more of my mortal cask." Becky sighed, letting out some smoke from her mouth. She seemed to be wholly unaffected by the heat from the stew, as her expression was as dull as ever.

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Becky finished chugging down the stew, immediately cracking the empty bowl over her head to show that it was all gone. "There, we're done." She saw her sister still petting the camel, scowling at her before grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her along with her. "Olive, keep your head out of the clouds, we're in the lead again!"

"Wah! Buh bye, Cerberus! I'm gonna miss you!" Olive waved to her camel as her and her sister ran past some of the other teams that were still eating. Just after they had finished, Arnold and Aisling finished theirs as well, with Arnold's face red from the heat of the stew. Despite this, and all the sweating he was doing, they still got their act together and ran after the Bloody Prom Queens.

At that point, more of the teams were starting to show up at the restaurant, including the Cool Guys, pretty much every team from the second flight, and the BFFLs and Mystical Opposites from the third flight. Sophie looked up to her grandmother, who was still trying to swallow down all the stew, though it seemed to be taking her a while. "Uh…Troop Master! Are you sure you're gonna be good to finish eating that stew? It looks like it's doing a number on you."

"Nonsense! I've never enjoyed a meal so much in my entire life! You don't think I can finish it fast enough? Heh, well this old girl has still got plenty of tricks under her sash!" Bea lifted the bowl high into the air, dumping it upside down and opening her mouth wide to catch all of the falling contents from it. It took a lot of straining and forcing, but she did manage to swallow down all that was in the bowl, though this left her looking and feeling entirely exasperated. "D-done…"

"Nice job, Troop Master! Now, let's chase after the others! We've still got a whole bunch of time to catch up with them!" Sophie started to run as fast as she could, while Bea slowly trailed behind her, teetering back and forth with every step.

Further down the way to the chill zone, Arnold found himself getting both assaulted by the heat from the sun, as well as the heat bomb that was currently residing in his stomach. "Urk…I let you and your stars make one decision for us, and you go and screw it up like this? Is that enough to tell you that your magical nonsense is all a sham?"

"Well…I actually told you that the stars said not to pick those five spices, no matter what. I think you were just perhaps using selective hearing when I spoke." Aisling blushed and looked away while Arnold glared at her.

"Ah, nevermind! We're still pretty close to first place, we can totally beat those children at this ra-" Without being able to finish his sentence, the rich kid found himself vomiting all over the sand below him. Interestingly enough, he didn't stop running as he was vomiting, making for quite the interesting splatter pattern.

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"Hm…your vomit seems to have laid out a tapestry of your fate…you know, I could take a look into it and tell you what may be coming in your near future, if you'd like." Aisling looked over to Arnold, who was wobbling back and forth in his fit of nausea. He ended up flopping forward, his head collapsing in her lap. She wasn't startled by this, and just began to start gently patting him on the head. "There, there…you rest your aching tummy. I predict it'll be all better in ten minut-"

"It's better now!" Arnold shot up from where he was laying, grabbing Aisling by the arm and pulling her along with him.

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Back at the restaurant, there were still plenty of teams that were chowing down on their stew…or in some cases, just trying to stomach it as best as they could. Helena watched Flora as she took sips from the stew, stopping every few seconds to spew flames out through her mouth. After one set of flames, she ended up giggling. "Teehee! I'm like a real dragon!"

"A-a cute dragon…" Flora and Helena blushed together, and the former went back to eating the stew. The camera panned over to show that Conroy was still trying to eat his, but not rushing too much as to hurt his stomach. Virgil stood across from him, also eating his bowl of stew, which had turned his face bright red, since Michael had picked the wrong spices for the job. Michael and Mika watched from the sidelines.

"You can do it, Virgilio! Just loosen your throat!" Virgil raised his hand to flip off Michael, who just giggled playfully before turning to Mika. "Virgilio and I have known each other for so long now…it took me a whole six months to get him to agree to be my editor! Ah, he still calls me nasty slurs to this day, but you can tell that he has grown more used to me!"

"That sounds like a toxic relationship and a half, woah! Conroy's my senior at school, and he's been mentoring me in the ways of basketball! He said that, even though I'm so small, it doesn't mean I can't play the game!" Mika grinned from ear to ear and raised her fists in the air, "He's the best senior that a girl could ask for!"

Not too far from those two teams, the "Father and Son?" were still working on their stew, with James being the one to eat while Elliott just scrolled away on his phone. James was clearly struggling to eat the stew at this point, with sweat practically drenching his clothes from the effect of the heat. He took a quick pause from his eating, panting ferociously. "Ah…ah…yup! Nothing like a piping hot bowl of stew to really kick you in the pants and help you realize that there would never ever be any reason to sue this show for endangerment!"

"Do you really like the show that much? I can tell that your insides are churning like lava right now." Elliott looked over at James from his phone, though his "father" took this as an insult and just went back to eating. "Psh, whatever."

It wasn't long before most of the teams had reached the restaurant, now with the only four still left back in the desert being the Friendly Duo, the Rivalry Twins, the Reality Show Rivals, and the Conservationists. The bulk of the teams that had already finished their journey to stewdom were having some of their members chow down, with Zerine being the eater for the Dual Artists. Her face showed an abundance of disgust while she swallowed it down. She attempted to lower the bowl to rest in the midst of her eating, but Sua, who was standing right across from her, gritted her teeth and snapped a microphone in half. "EAT!"

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"If there is one thing I do even better than singing, it's encouraging my friends to do their best! That's how Zerine was able to eat all that stew so fast, right, Zerine?" Sua giggled while looking over at Zerine, who was in the fetal position, clutching her stomach in pain and groaning. "See, she's just fine!"

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Back in the desert, the Friendly Duo were walking alongside the Conservationists. While Lyle and Zeke seemed to be unbothered by the heat that was coming down at blistering temperatures, Xavier and Marty were practically melting. The sarcastic boy fell to the ground, his tongue flopping out of his mouth and hitting the sand. "Ish…sho hot…can't go on…tell my mom…to delete my browsher hishtory…"

"Hang in there, buddy! We're gonna make it through this!" Xavier reached his arms down to pull Marty up and off of the ground, though the two of them still couldn't bear the heat. It was then that they heard some pained squeaks coming from Xavier's hoodie pocket, which gave them both a shock. "O-oh, no! Cheese!" The chef reached into his pocket, pulling out the mouse, that was completely drenched in sweat. It clearly wasn't excited, as it usually was, and more or less looked like it was done for if it couldn't reach the chill zone soon. "C-Cheese! Stay with me! We're almost there, I promise!"

"Hang on a second, Lyle! Do you hear that?" Zeke cupped his hand around his left ear, covering his right ear up with his other hand so that the only sound that was coming in was the saddened squeaks from Cheese. "It sounds like a furry friend is nearby, succumbing to heat stroke!"

"Oh, yeah! I can smell him from here…I think he'll be golden brown in the next five minutes unless something is done about it!" The Conservationists nodded at each other before running to join the Friendly Duo. "Don't worry, friends, we are here to help! You've got an animal in need, right?" Xavier whimpered and nodded, holding out his hands to show that Cheese was still there, about to pass out. "This is no good! No good at all! You thinking what I'm thinking, Zeke?"

"I sure am, Lyle! Primal Formation!" The two nature lovers hopped into the air, doing a somersault before landing on all fours and pointing their heads forward. They looked absolutely deranged in this position. "Alright, guys! Hop on our backs and we'll get us all to the restaurant ASAP! When there's an animal in need, that call we will heed!"

"Oh! Oh, thank you guys! Come on, Marty! Let's go!" Xavier was quick to get on Zeke's back, immediately impressed by the amount of strength that he had to be able to carry him like that. Marty looked skeptical, of course, but when Xavier turned back and whimpered at him, he sighed.

"Alright, alright…hopefully this works out better than your last idea…" Marty climbed onto Lyle's back, and like that, the Conservationists started running forth like wolves on the hunt. They were considerably faster than the camels were, and in no time, they found themselves passing by both the Reality Show Rivals and the Rivalry Twins.

"Hey! Jeremy, why don't you do that for me? We would be much faster that way!" Maya knocked her fist against the back of Jeremy's head, only getting an annoyed sigh from him.

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"It's quite often that me and Lyle work out together, but all of our workout routines involve doing things that nature's lovely creatures would do! That crawl is something we learned to do in our tour through Madagascar!" Zeke chuckled and pulled out a picture that showed him and Lyle running away from a pack of Foosa.

"Ah, I still have the bite mark on my butt from that one that got on our boat with us! Good times!" The two boys continued to chuckle before they heard a Foosa roar in the distance, causing both of their eyes to widen and them to run away like horrified meerkats.

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Back on the trail to the chill zone, Becky and Olive were running at absolute full throttle. The more aggressive of the two had her eyes set on the prize while her older sister had her head in the clouds…again. "Ooo! Oh, Becky! They got a lot of funny buildings around here! Maybe we can come play a concert over here some time! Ivy would love to travel here, right?"

"Uh…I don't think Ivy would really like it here." Becky tried to scoot past the issue, but Olive was a bit persistent.

"Aw, why not? It's so pretty! And they've got camels, and spices, and deserts, and everything we could ever wish for!" Becky looked around frantically for some escape from this question, her eyes eventually lighting up as well as her arm raising to point forward.

"L-look! It's the chill zone!" The Bloody Prom Queens kept on running as fast as they could, managing to land right in the middle of the chill zone before anyone else had gotten there. They came to a sudden halt while Duke approached them.

"Bloody Prom Queens, you toddlers are first place in the first leg of the race! Take this time to chill off, drink some water, and think about how much gloating you can do when all the twenty-one teams that lost to two children get here!" Becky and Olive looked at each other, the first not seeming to care a whole lot, but the second squealing for joy before giving her sister a big hug.

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"It's obvious that we won the first leg without any issues…all those other teams are so weakblooded, they didn't stand a chance from the second me and Olive set foot in Morocco." Becky glanced over at Olive, who was excitedly holding onto a pair of maracas…again. "...Fine. I guess you can play the maracas."

"Yippee!" Olive throttled the maracas wildly, inevitably hitting herself on the head with them and knocking herself right out.

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Back at the restaurant, the Conservationists and the Friendly Duo were just arriving with their spices. They booked it right to the restaurant while the teams around them continued to eat. Karma tried to eat the stew that was made with the spices that Vanessa had picked, but something about it just tasted off to her. "I don't…urk…know about this stew, dahling. I think that one of those seasonings was more of a pesticide than anything…"

"You got this, queen! Just don't think about the taste! Here, I can pinch your nose for you!" Vanessa reached up and pinched Karma's nose, successfully blocking out all the fresh air that she was breathing. This soon caused her to be overwhelmed by the noxious fumes of the stew she was eating, and she could feel herself about to vomit. Her cheeks puffed up, alarming Vanessa. "Uh, no way, girl! You aren't puking all over me like that! Swallow it down like the girlboss you are and let's get a move on!"

Karma nodded weakly and swallowed, opening her mouth to show that it was empty. "D-dahling…I think that stew is going to kill me. M-maybe we should rest before we go to the chill zone?"

"Naw, girl! We rest at the chill zone!" Vanessa started to run, with a nauseous Karma running behind her. The Friendly Duo had then just finished getting their stew prepared, and it was given to Xavier, who was holding it out towards Marty, who seemed displeased with this.

"What's the matter, Marty? Aren't you gonna eat the stew?" Xavier nudged his partner with the stew, but Marty just leered at him. "R-right…I should probably be the one to eat it, since I got us so behind in the first place. Well…here goes nothing…" The chef took a deep breath before lifting up the bowl and starting to swallow the stew from it while his partner watched with a smile.

Meanwhile, Arnold and Aisling were still running all the way through the desert, trying to reach the chill zone. The rich boy didn't want to admit it, but his stomach wasn't even feeling the slightest bit better than it had been previously. "Urk…stupid stew! That local probably snuck some sixth spice into it to make it even worse than it would've been with the five that we picked already."

"Nine fifty seven…nine fifty eight…nine fifty nine…" Aisling was counting while she trailed alongside Arnold, keeping a close eye on him. "...Ten. Well, Arnold/ Is your tummy feeling any better now?"

"What do you mean? Of course it's no-" Just then, Arnold suddenly felt a wave of relief pass over him, and the horrible stomach ache from before was gone. He patted his hand against his stomach, trying to figure out what had just happened, but only finding himself more confused than before. He glared at Aisling, who was just smiling at him. "Hmph! It must just be my impeccable immune system at work!"

"No, Arnold…fate told me that your stomach ache would be gone ten minutes from my initial prediction, and it has been ten minutes. Fate is just reaching out to prove itself to you." Aisling kept smiling, which only seemed to make Arnold angrier.

"Fate is a load of phooey, the only person that defines my fate is me, me, and, I almost forgot, me! Agh!" The rich boy grunted from his displeasure, grabbing Aisling by the arm and pulling her along with him while still running as fast as he could. The Wilderness Girls were starting to catch up to them at this point, though Sophie's footwork was a lot more impressive than Bea's.

"Look, Troop Master! That angry guy with the expensive pants is just ahead of us! If we run fast enough, we can probably beat them to the chill zone!" Sophie looked back at Bea and gasped when she saw that she was practically dragging her face through the sand. "Troop Master, now is not the time to try and earn your second Ostrich Pretender patch!"

"Mmf…" Bea's voice was muffled, with her head still in the sand, but a swift kick to the toes from Sophie got her up and at 'em again. "Ah! You're right, little scout! We can definitely beat those two!" Things started to get really intense between the two teams, as they were practically neck and neck on their run to the chill zone, but when they got closer and closer, Bea and Sophie started to do cartwheels, propelling them forward a lot fast and helping them secure second.

"Wilderness Girls! You ladies are second place in the race! Not too shabby for the first leg!" Bea and Sophie cheered before they left the chill zone mat, leaving Arnold and Aisling to replace them, with the rich boy looking entirely displeased. "Psychic and Skeptic, you guys are getting the medal that is practically a big middle finger to anyone competing: third place!"

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"Psh, if it weren't for the fact that I have to do the legwork for the both of us, we would have gotten to the chill zone way faster than Granny Smith and Honeycrisp! Aisling, start pulling your own weight already!" Arnold huffed and stormed off, leaving Aisling to smile while placing her hands on a crystal ball.

"I'm just glad that his tummy is feeling better…though there was never any doubt." The psychic snickered lightly.

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"Basketball Team, fourth! Uncomfortable Siblings, fifth! Sailor America Fans, sixth! Dual Artists, seventh! 'Father and Son?,' eighth! Dweebs, ninth! Vicious Pop Stars, tenth! YouTuber and Editor, eleventh! Awkward Neighbors, twelveth! Glow-Up Gals, thirteenth! Mystical Opposites, fourteenth! Dynamic Gamers, fifteenth! BFFFLs, sixteenth! Bachelorettes, seventeenth! Cool Guys, eighteenth!" Duke announced each team getting their place secured as they came in, leaving only four teams still unaccounted for. "With all these teams rolling in, the only jabronis still out there are the Friendly Duo, the Rivalry Twins, the Conservationists, and the Reality Show Rivals!"

"Gah! D-done with the stew!" Xavier's stomach started to grumble horrendously while he dropped the bowl on the ground. "Oh, man, Marty! I don't know if that was the best…how are we gonna make it to the chill zone, now?"

"Hey, our job isn't done yet! Cheese there still hasn't gotten a chance to cool off!" Lyle and Zeke were back on all fours, waiting for the other team to get back on them. Marty sighed again, and reluctantly got on Lyle's back for the second time while Xavier and Cheese got on Zeke's. The two teams burst off into the desert while the other two teams were just now arriving at the restaurant.

"See what happens when you let your silly fears get the better of you, Jacque? You'd better eat that stew, and you'd better eat it fast! I will not let myself be first out in the race!" Angel continued to bark orders at Jacque, who rolled his eyes until she flicked him in the back of the head.

"You and that damn flicking, woman! I won't have any trouble eating no stew, my stomach is built to withstand the heat!" Jacque got off of the camel, and Angel followed him while holding their spices, though Jeremy and Maya were already in line, with their stew bowl being handed back to them. It was initially handed to Maya, though she immediately passed it to Jeremy.

"No way am I letting my perfect teeth get ruined by this yucky stew! Swallow it down, and swallow it down fast, Jeremy!" Maya grinned, but Jeremy shoved it back to her, causing her to let out a gasp of pure shock. "How…DARE YOU!?"

"This is probably the worst stew in Morocco! If you doubt it, take a bite!" Jeremy made yet another musical reference, and he and his sister continued to shove the bowl of stew back between each other, both grumbling while Jacque was handed his bowl from the chef.

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"This really would be a lot more fun if I had a partner that actually shared my love for musical theater. All Maya cares about is being a total bitch to everybody she meets." Jeremy sighed while Maya repeatedly knocked her fist against the back of his head. "See? Total bitch."

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Duke stared on in disbelief while the Conservationists barreled towards the Chill Zone with the Friendly Duo on their backs. When the two teams got close, the nature lovers bucked the other team off, knocking them into the chill zone first. "Friendly Duo, you guys are nineteenth! Nice…recovery?" The wrestler shrugged, but Xavier immediately ignored him, running over to a glass of ice water with a straw in it and holding it up to Cheese's mouth.

"Cheese, buddy, drink up! We're in the clear!" The mouse took some swigs from the straw while Marty walked over to join his partner. The duo watched while Cheese continued to drink, each of them completely worried until he let out a happy little squeak. "Phew! Cheese, you had me so worried there!"

"Xavier, buddy…please…next time, don't give up our camel to the Cool Guys." Xavier blushed while Marty leered at him, and the Conservationists took their turn stepping into the chill zone.

"Conservationists, you're twentieth! Oh, and just…please, never do that running thing ever again. I think I need to bleach my eyeballs after seeing you guys like that." Duke shook his head at the team while they both shrugged.

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"We really wouldn't have made it through this challenge if it weren't for the Conservationists…it was so nice of them to just jump in and offer to help us like that! Plus, Cheese may have been turned into toast if we didn't get that help!" Xavier giggled while he lightly scratched Cheese on the head.

"It really was such a great idea to let Evander and Kurt get our camel. I applaud you for your quick thinking and great wits." Xavier frowned while Marty smiled at him, "Come on, you know I'm just teasing ya. We're in the clear, and that's all that matters!"

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Back at the restaurant, Maya and Jeremy were still fighting over which one of them should eat the stew while Jacque was taking his down like a champ. Angel crossed her fingers while she watched, just hoping that he would finish his stew fast enough. Luckily, he managed to do just that, not even so much as belching. "Mm-mm! Nothing like some spicy stew to get you right in the mood for finishing a race! Let's go, Angel!"

"Wow, you did something right for once! How wonderful!" Angel and Jacque ran off, leaving Maya to gasp with her mouth wide open as she saw them running away. This gave Jeremy the perfect opportunity to take the stew and shove the whole bowl into her mouth. Her eyes went wide when she swallowed it down.

"See? You did that just fine. Now, let's chase after them before we're the first team to lose!" Jeremy and Maya started to run, but Maya's face was getting redder and redder by the second. They did manage to catch up to the Reality Show Rivals, and things started to get tense again. The two teams glared between each other while they ran with Duke watching them from the chill zone.

"Urk…Jeremy…I don't know if that stew is sitting well with me…" Maya's stomach started gurgling, and Jacque laughed wildly at her.

"Looks like someone can't handle her spice! Don't step into the kitchen if you can't handle the heat!" Jacque continued to laugh, at least until Maya belched out pure flames, which flew right in his face. "AGH!" He fell to the ground, rolling around frantically to get the flames off of him while Maya and Jeremy passed him by.

"Jacque, stop playing around already!" Angel grabbed him by the arm, picking him up and pulling him along with her, but by the time they got back into it, Jeremy had already landed in the chill zone.

"Aha! Looks like anything you can stew, I can stew better!" The theater kid raised his hands excitedly before realizing that Maya wasn't in the chill zone with him. "Uh…Maya?" When he looked around, he discovered that she had face planted in the sand…well, it was sand for a little bit, but the flames from her mouth had turned it right to glass. He gasped, and Angel used this chance to pull Jacque into the chill zone with her.

"Reality Show Rivals…well done, you guys got yourselves the twenty-first spot of safety in the first leg of the race." Duke nodded to the team before stepping past them.

"Yes! I mean…of course. It would've been quite childish to think that we would lose so early on." Angel looked over to see Jacque blinking while his face was covered in soot from the flames. "Psh…maybe don't tease the sun so much, love."

"Rivalry Twins…I can't really say that I'm shocked by this outcome. You two practically refused to work together this entire time, and teamwork is what makes the dream work in this smackdown! You guys are out of the race!" Duke walked away from the losing team, both of which were shocked to hear him say that.

"Ugh! Jeremy, this would've gone so much better if you just would've listened to me, or maybe let me recruit some dumb allies like I was trying to!" Maya grumbled while the clip of Jeremy reading off her dirty plan to Katie and Sadie at the airport played.

"If you wanted someone to just let you do whatever you wanted, you should've just brought either of our parents. Hell, they're the whole reason you got to be this spoiled anyways." Jeremy sounded a bit snarky and pleased with himself while he spoke over the clip of Maya screaming at him on the Camel's back.

"You're right, I totally should have! Anyone would have been more helpful than you!" Maya grumbled some more, and the scene of her spewing flames on the ground while Jeremy watched her from the chill zone played. "You're the worst brother ever! And I hate that we have to walk home!"

"Ugh…fuck me gently with a chainsaw…" Jeremy whined, and the two were seen walking through the Moroccan desert on their way back to the airport.

22nd: The Rivalry Twins - Maya and Jeremy