"Last time on the Ridukeulous Race," in what was becoming a new routine, Duke's voice boomed over a set of clips from the previous episode of the show. The very first was many different teams arriving at the spice stand in Morocco. "We flew our lousy duos out to the barren wasteland that we know and love as Morocco with a spicy goal in mind!" The next clip presented was none other than teams powering through the eating portion of the race, showing some that were having some less than pleasant experiences with their spice selection. "Most of these jabronis managed to keep their intestines intact after eating, but the poor toilets they used after the leg was over are probably out of commission for good." Another clip was shown, this one being brand new, of Elliott nervously waiting outside of a porta-potty while the ungodly combination of James screaming like a dying animal and his bowels erupting at cosmic levels deafened everything in a mile radius.

"At the end of the leg, the Bloody Prom Babies snagged the first place," Olive and Becky were shown reaching the chill zone first, the prior being much more excited about their victory than the latter. "I guess we should consider the rest of these chumps to be losers, but since only one team can really lose in an episode, we had to drop off the Rivalry Twins, Maya and Jeremy. Still not sure why they signed up for this show together," Jeremy was shown standing in the chill zone all shocked while Maya lay face down in the sand, flames still pouring out of her mouth.

"But who cares about yesterday's smackdown when we've got another all out brawl coming up tonight!?" Duke ripped through the video, tearing a green screen away and revealing himself standing behind it, still in Morocco. "Stay tuned for another thrilling, bombastic episode of…THE RIDUKEULOUS RACE!"

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"With the old leg of the race all dead and done for, we've found a way to repurpose the chill zone from it!" Once the intro cut out, Duke started to walk past the chill zone from the previous episode, flexing his biceps and freaking out some of the locals in the process. "Today, this chill zone will actually be the starting pad for the next leg, with team's leaving in the order that they arrived in last time. That means that the Toddlers get first go." The camera panned away from Duke to show Becky bopping the button of the dukebox while Olive hummed and danced beside her.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me…we have to go to…" Becky shuddered as she read the tip that the box provided, "...Paris."

"Pair of what?" Olive cocked her head at Becky in question, getting a miserable sigh sent back her way.

"That's right, Paris, France! Home of way too many vowels, slimy frog leg dinners, and people that will yell at you for eating the wrong cheese with your bread!" Duke somehow ended up in Paris faster than anyone could have imagined, and there was a French baker beside him that smacked him on the back of the head with a baguette. Things quickly transitioned to another area, which was revealed to be the Eiffel Tower…that Duke was standing at the very top of. "Once the teams make it here, they gotta book it to the Eiffel Tower, where they'll find their next tip!"

Back in Morocco, a set of twenty-one mopeds sat upon the street, just waiting for the teams to come flying in. Becky and Olive were the first to arrive, of course, but once they got to them, there came some struggle. Becky tried to pull herself up onto the Moped, but with how short she was, she found that she wasn't having any luck at all.

"Stupid…weakblooded moped…no one even drives mopeds, they're the most weak-blooded vehicle of all." Annoyed, Becky kicked the vehicle, though it only succeeded in hurting her own foot. She was about to yelp, but bit down on her tongue to stop herself while her eyes watered furiously. "Ugh…I guess this means that you have to drive, Olive."

"Oh, okay, Becky!" Olive clasped her hands together with a big smile on her face while staring at Becky. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence and staring, Becky cocked an eyebrow at her older sister, wondering what was taking her so long. "Question! How do you drive this?"

"Oh you've gotta be fu-"

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"Sometimes, Becky likes to use a whole buncha colorful words that get us in trouble with all the adults! It's a good thing we didn't bring any adults with us, cause she's being extra colorful today!" Olive giggled innocently while Becky was still wandering back at the mopeds, screaming like a sailor that just stubbed her toe. "Yup! That's my lil' sister, alright! Ain't she just the best?"
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"Eyes on the prize, Sophie! Second to start is still a pretty good lead on things!" Bea and Sophie were the next to arrive at the starting dukebox, with the grandma of the duo grabbing the tip and clearing her throat to read it out. "'There's nothing Eiffel about this Parisian landmark.' Oh! You know what this means, don't you?"

"We're going to Paris!" Sophie blurted out the location before suddenly gasping and pointing to an empty spot on her sash. "Does this mean I can finally get my White Flag Waving patch?" Bea couldn't help but snicker, but Sophie wasn't so sure why it was funny. Meanwhile, back at the mopeds, Olive was just now getting in a driving position with Becky strapped to her back like a baby to their mother.

"Alright, Becky! I got all seated up, like ya said, so what am I s'posed to do now?" Olive looked at the controls of the moped with a confused gaze, but before she could get an answer to her question, the duo noticed the Wilderness Girls catching up to them and getting on their Moped with Bea in the front. They took off without even a hello or goodbye, leaving the Bloody Prom Queens in their dust. "Oh, look! There goes one of the other teams!"

"Ah! Olive, just…ugh, looks like I'm gonna have to be in charge of this after all!" Becky annoyedly reached forward and grabbed some handfuls of Olive's mohawk hair, tugging at the hair in such a way that seemed to control what her older sister was doing. Without much more delay, they managed to start speeding after the new first place holders, just as Arnold and Aisling were arriving to the moped hub.

"Oh dear…it would seem that we are still in third place. I should've consulted the moon last night on how to get a good lead on things," Aisling reached into her brassiere and revealed a crystal ball that she hadn't had with her before, something that confused her already aggravated teammate.

"...Where did you get that?" Arnold narrowed his eyes at Aisling, who looked more than pleased to enlighten him on the circumstances of the crystal ball's arrival.

"Oh, well, after we finished the first leg, I went around to see what the local's had to offer. I met this lovely gypsy woman that had this crystal ball on display. It had a sign that said, 'Totally Real Crystal Ball and Not Fake at All Please Buy for Lots of Money.' All I had was a couple American hundreds, but she seemed just fine with taking those." Aisling smiled sweetly at Arnold, though her smile was quick to fade as she saw the absolute dumbfoundedness abundant on his face. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

"You don't just buy things from random people that insist they're the real deal! That's one of the worst trade deals I've ever heard of in the history of…well, ever!" Arnold grumbled and got onto one of the mopeds. He waited for Aisling to get on, but found that she was taking her sweet time. "...What on Earth are you doing now!?"

"I'm just consulting the crystal ball for some guidance really quick…it should surely have an idea of what we should do to secure our first place in this leg." Aisling stared into the crystal ball while Arnold just deadpanned at the camera.

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"Everyday, I find myself more astounded by how imbecilic Aisling truly is. I truly believe that her brain is just a bunch of mush sloshing around in that thick skull of hers." Arnold sighed and glanced over to Aisling, who now had her tarot card deck out and ready.

"You know, you might find yourself a little less grumpy when you take a look at what the cards have in store for you." She attempted to entice him by waggling the cards a little bit, but he practically bared his fangs at her and growled, startling her enough to get her to shove the cards back away. "P-perhaps another time."

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One by one, more of the teams started to jump onto their mopeds, driving off after the three teams that were already en route to the airport. They still mostly managed to maintain the order that they were in from the previous episode, although there were some minor change-ups with some people being better at driving the mopeds than others. While the Uncomfortable Siblings were driving, with Kotomi making sure he was the driver, he swerved a bit to make Mitsuki slam face first into a road sign, snickering as she fell to the sand behind him.

"Whoops! Maybe that wouldn't have happened if you just looked ahead and saw that si-" Soon after, he drove right into another sign, plastering against it like a fly on a windshield. Mitsuki scrambled up from the ground and rushed over to help him. Once she grabbed him from the sign, she set him back down on the ground with a creepy smile on her face. "Your hands are slimy! Don't touch me again!"

"But…I was just trying to help…" Mitsuki looked down at her own hands, seeing that they were, indeed, quite slimy. "Oh…okay, I guess you're right."

Back at the mopeds, more teams were taking off while Zerine had a rather opportunistic grin on her face. She had a whole slew of art supplies in a pack on her back while she got on the moped to drive it. Unfortunately, the pack made it hard for Sua to get a proper seat, but instead of letting it bother her, the idol simply dragged Zerine back to the end and took her place in the front of it.

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"Now, Paris is a destination that I can get behind. It's going to be absolutely wonderful for my artistic inspiration." Zerine looked off to the side to see that Sua was singing quite loudly into a microphone, which annoyed her a good deal. "I just hope we don't run into any issues with Sua disturbing the peace…we already got kicked out of the Moroccan hotel because of her."

"Because of that terrible manager, you mean! I was giving him the amazing gift of a free show from me, the fabulous queen of this whole group, and he didn't appreciate it one bit! So what if it was four in the morning? Amazing songs can come at any time of the day!" Sua smiled widely at the camera, though her left eye was twitching in a psychotic manner.

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Teams were just now starting to arrive at the airport, with Sophie and Bea still in the very lead of things. They rushed right up to the clerk at the desk, Sophie climbing up onto his desk and leaning quite close to him, which startled him a bit.

"We need two tickets to Paris, pronto! These patches aren't going to get themselves, you know?" The clerk nodded nervously and started to type away in his computer while Sophie spun around to face her grandmother with a grin. "Already going to such exciting places so early, I can only imagine where we'll end up next! Oh! Maybe I'll be able to snag a Carmen Sandiego patch at some point."

"For legal reasons, that patch isn't real," Sophie sighed as her grandmother broke the news to her, the camera soon panning off to show more and more teams arriving in the airport, with Virgil and Michael being the newest addition to the group.

"Oh, wonderful, Virgilio! We're not so far back, we could easily make it to first place this time!" Michael blew a playful kiss to his Editor, with a cartoony heart flying towards him, but once it got close to him, it turned black and evaporated into nothing.

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"Paris is such a wonderful place! I've always wanted to go there to film some videos, but I never had the chance to…up until now, that is! I'm going to enjoy every single fabulous moment of this leg!" Michael giggled while Virgil groaned, "What's the matter, Virgilio?"

"I already gotta deal with one flamboyent pussy nagging me all the time, that number is gonna skyrocket the second we land in France." Michael gasped, astounded by Virgil's complete and utter hatred towards a whole ethnicity…somehow. "Okay, maybe the French are a bit less flamboyant than your candy ass."

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Of course, as not everyone had shown up to the airport, there were still plenty of teams driving towards it, albeit some were having a hard time working so well together…namely Phoebe and Jamie Lynn. The former was driving the moped, but the latter was doing whatever she could to aggravate her, namely tugging on her earlobes.

"C-could you maybe not do that while I'm trying to drive this thing…? I don't wanna make us crash…at least while you're on here. If it was just me, I'd be okay with crashing, since I'm just a heap of garbage…" Phoebe sighed, but Jamie Lynn just got more annoyed with her and tugged on her earlobe even harder, "Y-yowch! P-please, stop!"

"Make the bitch come out, and I'll think about it," Jamie Lynn huffed in her anger, continuing to tug and tug.

"I-it doesn't work like that! Y-you need the h…nothing! You need nothing!" Jamie Lynn narrowed her eyes at Phoebe, wondering what it was that she was about to say, but her partner kept her eyes on the road and shut her mouth. Not too far behind the Awkward Neighbors was the BFFFLs, who were struggling to drive because they were both insistent on driving together.

"Katie, you totally gotta steer with me or we're gonna crash!" Sadie's eyes went wide and she let out a scream in absolute terror as they started driving right into a rock, but instead of crashing, they drove over something ramp like that sent them flying over it and landed them back on the main path safely and securely.

"Like, what do you think we just ran over, Sadie? Probably nothing important, right?" The girls both shrugged, neither of them looking back to see that they had successfully driven right over the Dynamic Gamers, who were now writhing on the ground in a miserable ball of sweat and pain.

"I-I think this is it for me, Fredbear…I can feel the internal bleeding taking over…" Colin got ready to say goodbye to the world, but Freddy shot up from the ground and pulled him up with him, getting them both back on their moped in a rush. "Oh…we're up again."

"Afton always comes back!" Colin chuckled at Freddy's reference and the duo got right back on track again.

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"We didn't do super amazing in the first leg of the race…probably the lowest placement I'd ever got in any sort of race. I was always pretty solid at Darco Kart, but I guess this isn't really anything like that at all." Colin was only half paying attention to the camera, as he was more invested in tapping away on some handheld game console that he had with him.

"No, this race is a lot more like Five Nights at Freddy's Forty-Six! I mean, the game hasn't come out yet, but I know enough about the lore to see that this is the exact direction that the series is headed in! It all started with Roxie! She's the super sexy wolf animatronic! I bet you didn't know, but even the haters really like her!" Freddy smirked while Colin glanced over at him nervously.

"I dunno if they like her in the way that you like the characters, buddy. I think it's more of a…erm…"

"...Go on, say it! Oh, wait! Is this a guessing game? I can be really good at those, too! I could guess the words right out of your wet mouth!" Colin blushed up like a bright red tomato, causing Freddy to immediately get defensive, "As opposed to a metallic, crunchy mouth, like the kinds the animatronics have, duh! Did you know they get a little quirky at night?"

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Somehow, the very last team to arrive at the airport was the Dweebs, which was mainly shocking because of the fact that they placed rather high in the first leg of the race. Andrew seemed to be incredibly annoyed with Richard as they finally walked through the doors, and the latter had a perverse smirk plastered on his face for the world to see.

"I can't believe you, Richard. Insisting that we lag behind just so you can get a glimpse at some three-d girl booty…everyone knows that there's nothing quite like the booty of a two-d queen." Andrew snorted and looked down at his phone with a sweaty grin, the idol girl on it blushing back at him. "Oh, don't be so shy, Mitsuki-Chan…I just love to compliment your features."

"See, I'm a fan of two d's and all, but I'm pretty sure the kind I like is much different than the kind you like." Richard snickered briefly, only stopping when he saw the Bachelorettes passing by with their tickets in hand. "Oho heeeeeello ladies!"

"You couldn't afford a night with this…I think my hips would up and break your scrawny little frame, pumpkin." Lady Belle pinched Richard's cheek while Ursula kept walking on by, "Oh, not going to fight me for this one? Guess you've given up, haven't you?"

"His name may be Rich, but he certainly isn't my type." Ursula shrugged while Lady Belle was left with the dweebs, but she soon let go of his cheek and followed after her teammate.

"...Andrew, I think I need to change my pants," Richard spoke his gross statement, which seemed to be even a bit too much for Andrew, who scurried away from him, making sure to cover his phone's "ears."

The camera cut to show eleven teams stuck waiting in the airport, namely the Dweebs, the Bachelorettes, the Friendly Duo, The Dynamic Gamers, The Vicious Pop Stars, the Reality Show Rivals, the Glow-Up Gals, the Mystical Opposites, the Awkward Neighbors, the Uncomfortable Siblings, and the "Father and Son?." They crowded up the airport as they waited to get on with the next race, but unfortunately, it seemed that their flight wasn't quite ready to take off yet.

"We've got eleven lackluster tag teams waiting for their flight to Paris to depart, but unluckily for them, that departure ain't gonna come for another hour and a half now! You know, there's still the window to give up now and spare yourself the loss later on!" Duke's voice spoke over through the airport, only succeeding in getting each of the teams stuck there to glare at the camera. "Hey, don't hate me for giving you an easy out."

"Anyways…as far as the other ten teams go, they're just about to land in Paris! Guess the jabronis here should've picked up the pace if they wanted to have a shot at beating them, huh?" The camera cut away and showed the first flight, which was still in the air. Inside it were the BFFFLs, the Psychic and Skeptic, the Cool Guys, the Dual Artists, the Basketball Team, the Bloody Prom Queens, the Wilderness Girls, the Conservationists, the YouTuber and Editor, and the Sailor America Fans.

Katie and Sadie were reading a magazine together, but it seemed like Katie was only reading the left side pages while Sadie was reading the right side pages. Arnold's eye was twitching while he watched Aisling consulting her crystal ball again. Kurt was taking all of the free flight alcohol he could get, though Evander seemed to be trying to pull him back to his seat while the flight attendant cowered in fear. Zerine's eyes twinkled while she watched out the plane window as Sua hummed delightfully into her microphone. Conroy had a map of France in his hands, which he was analyzing closely whilst Mika watched him excitedly, waiting for him to bestow his infinite wisdom upon her. Becky had her eyes fixed forward in a glare as Olive played with a ball in a cup, though she missed the cup every time without fail. Bea and Sophie worked together on knitting berets for when they landed, but their knitting was interrupted by a squirrel wrapping itself around in the yarn. Lyle and Zeke came over to claim their furry friend, walking back to their seats and ignoring the glares they were getting. Michael was closely looking into a French fashion catalog, circling different pieces he wanted to buy while Virgil was writing down a whole slew of insults he wanted to say to the locals. This left Lukas and Sunny, who each had a pair of headphones on while they watched the in-flight showing of Sailor America: the Movie. As this all happened, the first flight started to make its landing.

"The first flight has just landed in France, which means that the next leg of the race is truly about to begin, oh yeah!" A cute flight attendant started to head to the door of the plane to open it, but before she could, it slammed right open and crushed her against the wall, allowing the ten teams to fly out in hot pursuit of some taxis. One by one, they told their cab drivers to head straight for the Eiffel Tower, though Arnold seemed to be ready to tear his out of the vehicle, just as he had back in Morocco, though Aisling managed to hold him back. It didn't take long for them to get over to the landmark, where they were all eager to reach the next dukebox. The very first team to get there was the YouTuber and Editor. Michael grabbed the tip and read it over with an excited look abundant in his eyes.

"Oh, Virgilio, it's another botch or watch! You get to eat more spicy stew!" Michael squealed excitedly, though Virgil just groaned and rubbed his forehead.

"That's right!" Duke pounced into the scene out of nowhere, a stoic man standing next to him, one with a canvas and a brush in hand. "This botch or watch has got things twisted up from last time…literally! Whoever didn't eat the stew in the last one must draw a portrait of their partner! You won't be able to move on until your portrait gets approved by this wonderful…uh…artiste, here. He'll give you guys your next tip when he's decided you've done a good enough job!"

Quickly, the teams made their way to a nearby table, which had a plethora of sketch pads and pencils for them to make use of. Virgil sat on a nearby rock and scrolled on his phone while Michael took to his drawing, making sure to get the perfect angle to draw his partner at. Olive somehow found a whole heap of crayons that she was using to start drawing Becky, whose eyes were on fire, interestingly enough. Sophie very carefully started to sketch her grandmother, who had taken a heroic stance with a flag in her hands. Sunny had her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she worked her way around her masterpiece, a drawing of Lukas, who was standing in the Sailor America transformation pose. Evander was drawing his portrait of Kurt entirely in thick, permanent marker, while his partner dug his hand in his pants and scratched his rear end. Katie had a sketch pad in her hands, which she frequently looked up from to check on Sadie's cutesy pose, one that was perfectly befitting of a runway model. Conroy was standing around awkwardly, holding a basketball in his hands while Mika feverishly began drawing him, her sporadic nature being reflected in how she was drawing. Lyle posed himself in a pot of gold, his top half sticking out while Zeke began drawing him, though the angle was strange…as he was in the pot of gold with him. Arnold stood proudly, though he seemed to look quite skeptical of what Aisling was drawing, as she made sure to consult her crystal ball quite frequently…before every single pen stroke, actually.

"We…can't draw unless we weren't the ones who ate the stew? A-are you sure about that? I really think it would be a bit better if I was the one allowed to do the portrait of my partner." Zerine pleaded with the artist, but he simply shook his head at her while Sua glared beams at the back of her head. "I can feel your stare burning my scalp, would you mind not doing that?"

"You're doubting my ability to draw you properly, are you? Oh, well I'll show you that I'm way more than just a gorgeous queen! I'll draw you so perfectly that you'll quit art altogether knowing you could never be as good as I am!" Sua grabbed Zerine's arm and jerked her away from the artist, pulling her all the way to the center of the field surrounding the Eiffel Tower.

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"If I had known that we were going to have to do an art portion in this leg, I would've made you eat the stew in that last one." Zerine groaned while Sua sketched away, hardly even looking up from her sketch pad. "...The least you could do is entertain me with some conversation while you absolutely butcher that portrait of me."

"Need I remind you that you've already messed me up twice now? If you mess me up a third time, things might get out of hand for you." Sua loosely glared at her teammate, but continued to draw.

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"Well, would you look at that! The losers on flight two have finally landed in Paris! And none of them have given up! How amazing is that?" The remaining eleven teams began pouring out of the second flight, heading straight for the taxis while Duke made his announcements. "And back at the Eiffel Tower, we've got a handful of teams finishing up their portraits already!"

"All done! I think I made you look quite, mwah, fabulous, Virgilio!" Michael flipped his sketchpad around to reveal his drawing to both Virgil and the artist. The drawing was actually surprisingly accurate, at least in his face…as far as the rest of him went, he wasn't wearing any clothing, give for a sole leaf covering his crotch. "I took inspiration from the art of Adam, I think you made a really fabulous replacement for him in this instance!"

"...You are never drawing me ever again. You literally ruin everything you touch with your Gay Beam." Virgil gritted his teeth, but the artist nodded at the drawing, passing the next tip onto the duo before anyone else had a chance to come over to him. "Whatever, at least we're done with this part."

"Yeesh…Virgil really isn't very nice to his partner, is he?" Conroy mumbled from where he stood, causing Mika to soon rush over to him and bop his face with her pencil. "...Why did you do that?"

"You can't talk while I'm drawing, senior! You're gonna screw up the whole drawing! N-not that you usually screw anything up, but I just need you to hold perfectly still so I can get every detail right!" Conroy raised his hand to rub his nose, but stopped when he saw how intensely Mika was staring at him. "Just stay…like that!"

"Oh, let's see what this tip says! We're in the lead Virgilio, I can already taste our fantabulous victory!" Michael squealed and looked down at the tip card in his hands, "'Go downtown to find the cheese so round where your next tip is found?' Oh…this is quite puzzling…what do you make of this, Virgilio?"

"Maybe it means we should follow that rat over there…the actual rat, not the French people." Virgil pointed ahead at a rat that was scurrying towards an open sewer grate, which it leapt into and disappeared from sight.

"Such an amazing idea, Virgilio! I should give you a bonus after we win the race!" Michael grabbed Virgil by his collar, tugging him along with him while heading straight for the sewer grate.

"Welcome, one and all, to the Catacombs! I wanted to host a cage match down here once, but the network wouldn't let me, boo them, am I right?" Duke shrugged his shoulders as he revealed himself to be in the Catacombs, surrounded by a plethora of skulls and other bones. It was dark and damp, the most unsettling atmosphere that it could possibly have. "Plenty of people had a horrible burial here, and our teams might be the next to join them unless they use their sharp wits to navigate their way through the maze of paths to find the clearing full of cheese wheels…where we've hidden the next tip!"

"Alright, sport! Looks like we've almost made it to the Eiffel Tower! Are you excited? I'm excited! Maybe they'll have us jump off the top of it or something incredibly dangerous like that! Don't you think that would be just great?" James nudged Elliott with his elbow as they sat in the back of their taxi, which seemed to annoy him quite a bit. "Come on, sport, don't be so down! We're having ourselves some nice fatther-son bonding! Your mother would be so happy if she was watching this."

"Right…" Elliott sighed and pulled his phone out, but the second he got it in his hands, the taxi crashed into a pole. This caused his phone fly right out of the window of the cab, landing in the street. "Crap! I gotta get my phone!"

"W-wait, Eli! There's a whole bunch of cars coming, you can't just run out into the street!" James pleaded with his "son," but it seemed to be of no use, as he was already jumping out of the car after his phone. He started running to grab it, ignoring all of the cars that were zooming towards him.

"Come on, come on!" Elliott got closer and closer to his phone, but the cars were fast and about to hit him. Just as he bent down to pick his phone up, James suddenly rushed over and tackled him out of the street, just in time to dodge all of the oncoming cars that were about to hit him. The duo stared back at the street to watch the cars crush the phone. Elliott's eyes were wide as could be as his "father" panted from the adrenaline that had just rushed through him.

"Are you alright, sport? I'll get you a new phone, I just couldn't risk you getting injured or worse." James helped Elliott up from the ground, though the boy seemed to be at a complete loss for words. "L-let's just hoof it to the tower from here, eh?"

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"The phone was the one thing I had to keep my…'dad' out of my ear every now and then, but at the same time…that geezer just saved me from becoming roadkill." Elliott glanced over his shoulder to see that James was across the street, doing some leg stretches in preparation for their run. "...I'm not even sure what to think about this, but…I gotta thank him somehow. I don't wanna feel indebted to him."

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"Come on, that's literally exactly what he looks like! You can't really be turning me down right now, I worked so hard on this!" Sunny growled at the artist as he held her portrait of Lukas, which had a cartoony looking figure with muscles bigger than his own head. Lukas silently laughed at the portrait, and Sunny reluctantly got back to the drawing board, sticking her tongue out as the artist while they walked away.

"Kurt, man, you have gotta get your hands out of your pants! I ain't drawing a picture of you beating it, that ain't cool at all!" Evander's brow twitched as he watched Kurt take his underwear off in response to this.

"There, my hands can't be in my pants anymore." Kurt grinned at his genius plan until Bea whacked him in the back of the head with a plank she had found laying nearby.

"We don't take our undergarments off around children, you animal!" The grandmother dropped the plank and dusted her hands off to return to Sophie, who was grabbing their tip from the artist, who approved of the picture perfect portrait that she had done of Bea. They slipped into the sewer while Evander found himself in a dilemma.

"...Man, do I really gotta put this guy's underoos back on for him while he's passed out? This isn't cool in the slightest…" Evander groaned and grabbed the loose pair of underwear, bringing them along with him to put them back on Kurt.

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"Sometimes I think I could've done better with my choice in partner. Roxy and I had that fling once, maybe she would've agreed to go with me? Psh, nah…why would I want her nagging in my ear about women's rights all day?" Evander nudged Kurt in the arm with a sly grin, "We should talk more about women's wrongs, am I right? You're still knocked out, aren't you?" No response came from Kurt, who was asleep with his eyes wide open. "Great…"

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The next set of teams started to arrive at the Eiffel Tower, each of them rushing to catch up with the others in their drawings. At the same time, the BFFFLs were heading over to the artist, Katie proudly showing her drawing of Sadie, in which she definitely put a lot more oomph into her chest than there really was. The artist raised his eyebrow at the drawing, soon looking over at Sadie to confirm if the bosom was accurate, but when the team saw him looking they way, they both gasped.

"Like, you totally can't just look at Sadie's chest! That's, like, not cool!" Katie crossed her arms and turned her chin up to the now startled artist.

"Yeah, like, I should probably call the police on you for leering at me!" Sadie did as her partner did, her arms crossed and her chin up, causing the artist to panic and give them a thumbs up before handing them a tip. The girls squealed happily and Sadie grabbed for the tip, reading it over before they rushed over to the sewer grate.

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"Like, I don't understand why that creep felt the need to check you out like that! That was really inappropriate! Are you okay, Sadie?" Katie placed her hand on Sadie's shoulder gently, while her friend lightly sniffled.'

"I still feel a little violated…but at least we got our tip, right?" The two ended up smiling at each other before they ultimatel- "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

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"Oh, you have got to be kidding me…that isn't going to fool the artist in the slightest!" Arnold flailed his arms and shouted as Aisling as she revealed her drawing of him, which showed him drawing cards from her tarot deck while her crystal ball sat in his lap.

"What do you mean? I think it looks like a spitting image of what you will be doing in the near future…I followed the crystal ball's instructions pretty closely." Aisling smiled and reached into her top to grab the crystal ball, which had a faint glow to it. Arnold sighed, and the duo headed onward to be judged by the artist.

"We're going to get behind because we'll be stuck redoing this segment because of you! Seriously, they really should just let me do the whole race by myself, I would've won by now." Arnold rolled his eyes, but found himself utterly perplexed when the artist flashed a thumbs up to him. "W-what!? That doesn't look a thing like me! You must be blind, you quack artist!"

"I told you, the crystal ball knows all," Aisling smiled proudly, but Arnold didn't let her enjoy the moment, as he simply grabbed her by the arm and tugged her along with him after getting their tip. Meanwhile, down in the catacombs, the Conservationists were wandering around, sniffing the air to try and find their way out.

"It's rather musky down here…and it isn't the same as my own musk, so I'm having a hard time with the ol' sniffer!" Zeke sadly pointed to his nose, which crinkled up. "Are you having any better smell reception with yours?"

"I don't think so…I'm pretty sure both of my nostrils are clogged up with bone dust at the moment." Lyle took a deep inhale with his mouth and then followed it up with a massive exhale through his nostrils, which effectively caused twin streams of bone dust and snot to pour out like waterfalls. "Woah, this is sick! Guess I unlocked a new defense mechanism, didn't I?"

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"Lyle and myself are always evolving, just like the very animals that we work so hard to preserve. For example, I evolved ten extra taste buds, but not on my tongue, on my eyes! That way, I can kinda taste everything that I look at!" Zeke proudly pointed to his eyes, which looked as if they had very slight bumps on them and were a bit red.

"Doctors would probably say that he's having an allergic reaction to some of the dead people dust getting in his eyes, but they're just blind to the power of evolution!" Lyle and Zeke snickered together, but suddenly the latter stopped, his eyes watering while he frowned a bit.

"Why does everything I see taste so spicy?"

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Meanwhile, back at the Eiffel Tower, where a good bulk of the teams were, all but the "Father and Son?," people were still drawing their best portraits of their teammates, doing it as quickly as they could to impress the artist and move on with things. Sunny and Lukas went up to the artist again, this time with her second attempt at a portrait, which was a little more realistic than the previous, but still quite bulky. With a sigh, the poor man accepted the portrait, giving the duo a tip so they could get a move on in the race.

"Almost done…almost done…almost done…okay, I'm done!" Mika shouted excitedly and flipped her sketchpad around to reveal the most…well, bland portrait of Conroy she possibly could have mustered. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good. His expression wasn't sad, but it wasn't quite happy, either. All in all, if the word "meh" had a picture to describe it, it would be this portrait. "What do you think, senior? Is it good!?"

"It's…" Conroy stared blankly at the portrait for a brief second before holding up a thumb to his partner with a very soft smile on his face. "Awesome. You captured my expression pretty perfectly…in your own unique way." Happy as could be, Mika rushed on to the artist to present her portrait, Conroy aiming to follow her, but finding that his legs had gone numb from all the standing still. He toppled face forward into the grass, causing Sua to snicker from nearby.

"Whoopsie! Guess he should've been a bit more sparkling and amazing if he didn't want to stumble and fall like that!" The idol continued to snicker until she noticed Zerine string at her in annoyance. "Don't look at me like that! Need I remind you that I am the artist in this operation? That means that I get to draw you in a way that I see fit! If you keep looking at me in such a way…oh, this queen might do something very unbecoming to this portrait!"

"J-just get to it already, would you? I really can't stand all the waiting when you're just futzing around and watching other people do the race." Zerine mumbled the second sentence, but Sua still heard it loud and clear, making a deep, dark strike across the portrait with a paint brush. The artist gasped at the very thought of what her partner was doing, only fearing for what might lay on the page now. "Okay, okay! I'll be quite, I'll be calm!"

"Oh, that's just wonderful!" Sua lost her creepy demeanor for a brief moment, returning to her smiley, bubbly self and getting back to work on her portrait. Not too far from them, Logan was angrily getting to work at drawing her younger cousin.

"Evan, I swear, if you even think about moving while I'm trying to draw you, I will take your favorite beer stein and shove it so far up your ass that your colon is gonna get liver disease!" Evan blinked twice, a bit startled by the threat, but didn't speak or move, as he feared Logan more than anything else.

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"Evan is, well, to be completely blunt, a nimrod. He never does anything right, he's not smart, and he's a big oaf that doesn't know his own strength. I'm the only thing that's able to keep him in line, and do you know why?" Logan pulled a microphone out from behind her, jumping onto Evan's shoulders with ease. "Cause I'm a big, bad bitch that'll blow your house down!" She sang her part in the song, soon reaching the mic down to Evan, who just looked confused. "SING YOUR DAMN LINE, EVAN!"

"O-oh, right! It's time to party all night and tear up the whole town!" Logan grinned when Evan finally snapped to it, though he just looked as if he was about to pee his pants.

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James and Elliott finally made it to the Eiffel Tower, each of them sweating like they had never sweat before. They rushed up to the dukebox to get their tip, just while Evander and olive were finishing their drawings. Evander showed off a drawing of Kurt that looked like a typical cool guy tattoo, all done in black ink with heavy streaks. The artist looked over it a while before shrugging and accepting it. On the other hand, there was Olive, who had done this bright and colorful rainbow filled field, only for Becky to be shown in the very center of it, with flames burning the grass around her. Of course, the artist thought this was a bit sketchy, but when he took a look at Becky and saw that her eyes were literally flaming, he gulped nervously and gave them their tip.

"Awesome, Becky! We gotta get a move on though, we lost our big lead!" The two teams made their way to the sewer grate, Becky and Olive running alongside each other while Evander had to drag Kurt's unconscious self along with him.

"Kurty K! You really gotta lay off the pasta! You got so many carbs in your body that it's weighing you down!" The king of cool grunted as he struggled, eventually managing to drop his partner through the grate before dusting his hands off. "Heheh…how fitting…that a hob-...my partner would be in a sewer! H-he just really hates sewers, heh, right…" Down in the catacombs, Sunny and Lukas were having a rather hard time looking for the right path to go.

"Gah! It's too dark here! Oh, if only we had our Sailor America light up wands, with us! We'd be out of here in no time!" Sunny sighed, but Lukas smirked and dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out one of the very wands that she had just mentioned. "Lukas! Oh, you're so smart, and sweet, and handsome, and the best boy in the whole world, and mine, and…what was I saying again? Nevermind, just give me the wand!"

Lukas nodded, handing the wand to Sunny, but as she reached forward to grab it, she slipped in some mud, knocking forward into Lukas and causing him to stumble back a bit. He continued to stumble until he bumped into something behind him, something that let out a shrill shriek.

"Like, oh my gosh! Sadie, are you okay?" Katie could be heard in the dark, but she didn't have eyes on where her partner was. At least until Sunny finally turned the wand on, illuminating the area. Sadie had been knocked over by Lukas, but he managed to catch her by the arm before she landed in the mud. Her eyes were wide, as the sudden bumping scared the life out of her, but seeing Lukas smiling down at her helped ease the fright.

"W-w-wow…t-thanks for not letting me fall there," Sadie sheepishly managed to speak those few words before Lukas pulled her back up to her feet. He brushed the small bit of dust off of her jacket with the back of his hand, maintaining that smile of his the whole time while she blushed at him. Meanwhile, standing off to the side, was Sunny, who looked about ready to murder somebody.

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"I'm all fine with Lukas making friends while we're on the show…but not with any girls, nuh uh, no way, no how!" Sunny glared over her shoulder while she watched Lukas still standing by Sadie and Katie, both of which were talking his ear off. "It's my job to annoy him, not theirs! Who do they think they are, just stealing my man away from me like that?"

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With the bulk of the teams from the first flight now in the catacombs, searching desperately for that cheese, a good deal of the teams from the second flight were starting to finish their drawings. Ursula smirked and presented her drawing of Lady Belle, which had her chest and rear sagging like deflated balloons with plenty of wrinkles abundant on her face. Her partner looked utterly disgusted by the drawing, and even more disgusted when the artist approved of it. They were followed by Jacque and Angel, the former trying his best to hide his shame as Angel presented a drawing that made him look like a scrawny nerd that probably got picked on in high school. Still, it was approved, and they moved along with the Bachelorettes to the sewer grate.

"Oh, dear me, sugar…did you want to go in here?" Lady Belle cocked her head to the side as she pointed to the open sewer grate, speaking to Jacque. "Maybe if you up and ditch that little tramp you're with, I'll let you tag along with me!"

"Now, y'know, that offer ain't seeming too bad. Sorry, Angel, but if a better teammate is presentin' herself, y'know I just gotta take it." Jacque grinned as his comment enticed Angel to pick up the sewer grate and swing it right into Lady Belle's face, knocking her aside so they could move forward. "Knew that would get your blood pumpin'."

"I am certainly no tramp! The absolute nerve of that temptress…" Angel scoffed, her and Jacque both disappearing from sight while Ursula cackled and pried the sewer grate off of Lady Belle's face, revealing that it had made quite the imprint on it.

"Oh, I think I really love this new look for you, Lady! It's even better than that portrait that I did!" Ursula continued to cackle, but she was soon punched in the gut by her partner, causing her to reel forward and gag.

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"Now, maybe Lady and I aren't the best at working together, but I don't think we'll have much issue propelling ourselves through the competition. After all, we only really need to beat one team at a time." Ursula reached into her purse and pulled out a fresh stick of bloody red lipstick, soon applying a generous amount to her lips. "And if that team happens to have a boy on it, you'd best believe we'll be getting our way."

"That's right…any man would be down to take our offer to be one of our hubbies. Especially mine…have you seen the absolute beauty I emanate? My gorgeous, feminine form is enough to draw all the young, workin' boys wild." Lady Belle playfully shook her hips, making sure to bump Ursula with them, which caused her to draw a line of lipstick on her own face. "Whoops…sorry, darlin'!"

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More and more teams began finishing their drawings, with Freddy showing off a drawing of Colin that had him portrayed as some sort of animatronic. At the same time, Helena revealed a hyper realistic drawing of Flora that truly captured every single ounce of the beauty she carried with her. Flora even blushed at the sight of the drawing, and Helena seemed almost nervous to share it. Also along them was Vanessa, who has drawn a spunky portrait of Karma doing a strut in one of her designer outfits. Each of the three teams got approved by the artist, getting their tips and moving along.

Then came another two teams to have their drawings judged by said artist. There was Marty, who tried his best to draw Xavier, but he ended up making him look incredibly creepy, almost like something that you would see in a mental institution. Somehow, though, his main features did get captured in the drawing. The other team had Jamie Lynn showing off her drawing of Phoebe, in which she had done like a kindergarten bully, with a turd laying on her head and plenty of flies swirling around it. Phoebe stared down in disbelief, but both drawings were accepted and the two teams went ahead.

Following after those two teams was the Dweebs, of which Richard had the honor of drawing Andrew. Interestingly enough, he decided to draw him as some hot chick with mondo boobies and a nice rear to match. This was another case that had the artist questioning his own life choices, but when he looked at Andrew and saw that he did indeed have mondo boobies and a big rear, he allowed them to get their tip.

"With only four teams left working on their drawings, the rest of them got fast to work in the sewers, still hunting down the cheese like they just found out that they weren't really lactose intolerant." Duke spoke over the view of Flora and Helena running through the catacombs, the former seeming quite off put by the bones they saw scattered about the area.

"F-Flora…are you doing alright? You look like you're going to be sick…" Helena was genuinely worried for her girlfriend's well-being, as her face was starting to darken the more she saw the skeletons around them.

"These skeletons…th-they're the magical skeletons that come to life and dance on Halloween, right? They have always been skeletons, right? N-never anything else?" Flora's lip quivered as she looked to Helena for answers, only for her girlfriend to take a brief pause and eventually nod. "Oh, thank goodness! I was worried that they were something else for a moment! I'm glad it was just my mind playing tricks on me!"

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"I know that I shouldn't have lied about that, but I just…can't bring myself to tell her that these are a bunch of ancient dead people. I'm still almost certain that Flora doesn't even know what death is at this point!" Helena sighed while Flora danced around with a skeleton in the background. "I…I really need to start telling her how the world works pretty soon, but it's just so hard! Why is it so difficult? Why can't I just tell her the truth?"

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"This place is so nuh uh, honey! You know what I'm talking about, right, gurl?" Vanessa ran through the catacombs, speaking to Karma, though not realizing that she was lagging quite far behind her until she turned around and looked for her. "Gurl, what are you doing all the way back there?"

"Dahling…my calves simply weren't made for running through the muddy catacombs in these heeled boots…I think I've already broken both of my ankles, as well." Karma looked down at her own feet to see that they were incredibly wobbly, but Vanessa just took this as a challenge, running back to her and hoisting her into the air. "Ah! D-dahling! I wasn't ready for that sudden lift!"

"And I ain't ready to up and lose in the second leg of the race!"

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"We try to make sure that one of us can handle it if the other has an issue…so, if Karma has a bit of a tough time running through the catacombs, I'll be there to make sure we still make it out alright!" Vanessa bobbed her head from side to side in a helplessly sassy manner as she spoke.

"That's right, our friendship is absolutely mahvelous, dahling. All we live to do is help others, in any case, so it's not much different from what we're doing already!" Karma smiled as she pulled out a group photo that showed her and Vanessa with a good deal of runway models, all of them looking phenomenally different from each other. "It does bring tears to my eyes to see people so happy, doesn't it for you, dahling?"

"Mhm, you said it, sister."

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With everyone else having already headed to the catacombs, the four teams up top were still working on their drawings. Logan just managed to finish hers up, presenting it to the artist with pleasure. It definitely wasn't the nicest depiction of Evan in the world, as it made him look small and insignificant…while she was about to step on him with her massive boot. It still managed to get them a pass, and they collected their tip to move onward. They were then followed by the Uncomfortable Siblings, the artist of which was Kotomi. He had happily drawn a portrait of his sister that had her looking like a disgusting troll monster. Mitsuki mumbled to herself while the artist approved, trudging her feet along as they moved onto the catacombs.

"Eli, sport, you finished drawing me yet? There's only two teams still back here, and I would hate for us to leave before any real danger kicks up!" James was holding a wide smile and speaking through his teeth while his "son" drew him as fast as he could.

"Look, that whole thing back in the street got me all sweaty and now it's difficult to hold the pencil the right way! I'm going as fast as I can, but I don't wanna mess it up now!" Eli continued to draw, the pencil soon slipping right out of his hand.

"Done, I'm done!" Sua shot up from where she was drawing, excitedly rushing over to show the artist her drawing. Zerine quietly followed after her, hoping that the portrait was at least passable in some way, shape, or form. She presented it to the artist, her smile as peachy as could be, but it was quickly denied. "What!? Whatever did I do wrong? I thought it looked just amazing!"

"What even did you draw on there?" Zerine finally managed to get a glimpse of the drawing to see that it was nothing more than a stick figure with a little triangle dress. Her jaw dropped to the grass below her in disbelief. "You…you spent…all this time…drawing a stick figure!? You literally wasted every little ounce of a lead we had, just to present the absolute worst piece of 'artwork' that my poor eyes have ever had the displeasure of seeing! I can't even look at you right now, you do realize we're going to lose because of- ACK!"

Without letting Zerine finish her tyrade, Sua grabbed her by the throat, squeezing down on it hard before lifting her into the air and slamming her face into the ground repeatedly until she was all bruised up with a broken nose. The artist stumbled back in complete shock at the gruesome sight, trying to avoid the idol's eye, but it was no use. She turned around, facing him with her pupils shrunk down to the smallest they could have been and a toothy smile that would put an alligator to shame. She lifted her free hand and used it to point at Zerine's face.

"You don't want the queen to do this to you, do you? I think you should just give us that tip…" The artist, absolutely mortified beyond belief, had no choice but to fork up the tip in fear of what Sua may have done to him. She snatched it up delightfully, dragging that unconscious, bloodied Zerine with her into the catacombs.

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"Oh, Zerine will be just fine in a little bit! To be fair, I did tell her that she was getting on my nerves…she really should've seen something like this coming!" Sua giggled sweetly as Zerine lay face down in a pile of skulls nearby. "She's just messing around right now! Now, time to win this thing!"

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"Done!" Elliott finally dropped his pencil, rushing over to the artist with his sketchpad, ready to present the drawing he did of James. However, when they got to the man, it seemed that he had fallen unconscious, like due to his run-in with Sua from before. Elliott shrugged and grabbed the extra tip that was in his pocket. "Well, guess we're moving on whether the artist wants us to or not!"

"Huh, wonder what got him all knocked out like this? Bah, doesn't matter! We've gotta get back in the game or it'll be curtains for us!" James and Elliott started to run for the catacombs, the "father" of the duo sneaking a peak of the drawing in the process. He looked a bit shocked at first, but then smiled as he looked Eli's way.

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"I almost can't believe it, but would you look at what that knucklehead did?" James held up a portrait of himself, done by Elliott, of course. It made him out to look like a true comic superhero, something that brought a smile to the old man's face. "I don't even know how to describe what I'm feeling…is it pride in someone's hard work? It must be, right?"

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"Aye, Virgilio! Dairy, dead ahead! Ah, this cheese is truly fabulous, wouldn't you agree?" Michael ran up a flight of stairs, running straight to the wheels of cheese with his arms wide open. He hugged them around a stack of cheese in a warm embrace, the very sight of which made Virgil cringe. "Now, where do we think that tip is hiding?"

"W-woah there, Cheese! You're going so fast, I can hardly keep up with you!" The duo turned as they heard Xavier calling up from the bottom of the stairs. Cheese then ran out into the open, scurrying over Virgil's shoes, and taking a brief second to crap on them in the process. The mouse then made his way to the cheese wheels, entirely overjoyed with the sight of them. "C-Cheese, where'd ya go?"

"Check his namesake, dipshit," Virgil groaned and kicked his foot forward to send the mouse crap flying towards Xavier, though the baker ducked under it, causing it to fly behind him and land on Marty's nose. Virgil chuckled for a brief moment while Marty could only deadpan at the camera, looking more miserable than ever before.

"Oh, there you are! You had me worried again, little buddy!" Xavier rushed to the cheese wheels, picking up his mousy friend in his hand before noticing something laying in the middle of the cheese. "Oh, there's a sign here with another tip! 'Take your cheese and sail away to where Mona Lisa's on display!'"

"That would be the Louvre, wouldn't it?" Marty flicked the crap off of his face, still quite disgusted by the incident.

"That's right, the Louvre! It's another one of those places that had a heap of unnecessary letters thrown into it, but whenever I point that out, people just call me intolerant!" Duke shrugged his shoulders as he stood outside of the Louvre, right beside the chill zone. "We've got our second chill zone posted up here, and you know what that means! The teams have gotta hustle, 'cause if they're the last to reach the zone, they ain't worthy of the title belt!" In a hurry, Virgil shoved both Marty and Xavier aside, knocking one of the cheese wheels into the river below, which he pulled Michael down to with him.

"Virgilio! We don't shove people, no matter how much of a hurry we're in!" Michael turned away to pout, but for some reason, there was a shark jumping at him from the water…somehow. "Ah! Shove!" The YouTuber shoved his hands forward and knocked the shark back into the water before grabbing onto Virgil for dear life. "HURRY!"

"You don't know when to stop being so dainty, do you?" Michael trembled as he held onto Virgil, who was hard at work, using a row to coast them through the river with ease. Xavier, Marty, and Cheese followed in hot pursuit.

"Ugh, I still can't believe that we keep getting stuck in all the disgusting places! Though, I guess it is pretty fitting, considering that we've got a troll like you." Kotomi snickered at his sister, who meekly sighed and kept trudging along with him. "Oh, what's the matter? Baby gonna cry? God, you're so annoying…even when you aren't doing anything, you're annoying."

"B-but I just want to spend some time with you…what's so bad about that?" Mitsuki pouted with her lip, soon noticing that her brother had stopped in his tracks, frozen with fear. She shifted her eyes forward to see that Sua was basically dragging Zerine behind her like a lifeless corpse…and that nasty, messed up face of Zerine's was all that was looking their way. "...Hmph…" Mitsuki crossed her arms as she stared at the unconscious girl, but her inner monologue was going wild. "Who the hell does this dead bitch think she is? Is she trying to use her looks to woo my brother over? Psh, not like I would want to date my own brother, but I definitely won't let some bloody skank have him!"

"Kotomi…I-I think we…" Mitsuki gulped nervously, but soon firmly grabbed Kotomi by the hand and ran off with him, passing by both Sua and Zerine in a hurry. "Y-yeah, that's right! I'm way faster than those bimbos with their big, succulent boobies and child-bearing hips! Now, just gotta find the exit before Kotomi realizes that I'm touching him." Mitsuki glanced over to see her brother staring at her with murderous intent. "U-uh oh…too late…"

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"That's what you get for touching me with your greasy hands…don't even think about whining to mom about this, either. You know she won't care." Kotomi feverishly cleaned his hands with sanitizer while Mitsuki whimpered, her hair painfully tangled around a mass of broken bones and dirt that Kotomi had found on their path.

"I-I was just helping you…" Kotomi rolled his eyes and turned away from her, leaving her to sigh once more.

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"Ugh, I can't take all this waiting around anymore! Just do whatever you have to do to bring the bitch out already!" Jamie Lynn refused to move from where she was standing while Phoebe sheepishly tried to keep moving onward. "Nuh uh, you aren't going anywhere until I get to talk to her!"

"Y-you can't talk to her, it just can't happen!" Phoebe kept walking, but Jamie Lynn grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back towards her. "Y-you're hurting me…"

"Well, you're just going to have to deal with that! Unless, of course, you finally bring her out so I can deal with her! And after that, we'll never have to worry about her showing her face ever again!" Phoebe did her best to try and squirm away, but it just wasn't working. She could feel the intense grip on her wrist getting worse and worse. "Just…do it!"

"I CAN'T!" She finally snapped, the loudness of her shout startling Jamie Lynn. Phoebe found herself free from the clutches on her wrist, which she quickly started rubbing to ease the pain. "That only happens when I put that hat on, b-but I intentionally left the hat all the way back home so I wouldn't have to worry about her showing up while we were doing the race! You were so nice to me when you asked me to come along, I thought you actually wanted to hang out with me…so I just did whatever I could to make sure she couldn't ruin anything."

"...Lame." Jamie Lynn sighed, completely ignoring Phoebe's sob story and starting to walk on ahead. "Whatever, let's just keep going. Might as well get the prize from winning if I can't get the main thing I want, anyways." Phoebe sighed, dragging her feet as she followed after her partner. As far as things went back at the cheese wheels, many more teams had arrived and were jumping into the river and onto the rafts. From the looks of things, the only teams that had yet to show up were the Vicious Pop Stars, the Dual Artists, the Uncomfortable Siblings, the Awkward Neighbors, and the "Father and Son?."

"Oh, Virgilio, we still have our lead! All we have to do is- ah!" Michael yelped loudly as the shark from before came chasing after him again, but, somehow, with all the might in his shrimpy body, he managed to punch it right on the nose, causing it to swim away and whimper in pain.

"Wow…you actually did something somewhat masculine for once…color me surprised." Virgil smirked lightly, but the smirk faded when he looked behind him to see that Michael was sobbing while holding his aching, swollen hand between his thighs. "I take it back, you're right back to your gay antics."

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"You know, I wouldn't be so hard on Michael if his entire personality wasn't 'gay.' …Who am I kidding, I could be hard on him for a million other things." Virgil snidely laughed, but soon realized what he had said, "Don't you internet creeps get any weird ideas, I don't have a hard on for this sissy! He's disgusting!"

"Ah…I can feel the love, Virgilio," Michael smiled back at his partner, holding an ice pack against his hand.

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"Come on, we're not that far behind the YouTube folks! We can still catch up to them at this rate!" Xavier pointed ahead while Cheese sat upon his shoulder. Meanwhile, Marty was using both of their oars to paddle through the river.

"You know, we might actually be going a bit faster if you were actually paddling with me." Marty deadpanned at the camera once more, as Xavier completely ignored him. Soon enough, Michael and Virgil made it to shore, just a flight of stairs away from the Louvre, and guaranteed safety for the night. The Friendly Duo weren't far behind, though, as they soon docked as well. "Come on, we gotta hurry and we might get first!"

"R-right! You roll the cheese wheel and I'll carry the Cheese!" Xavier immediately began running up the stairs with Cheese still in his hands, leaving Marty to roll the wheel by himself. Again, he deadpanned at the camera, incredibly annoyed.

"Faster, Virgilio, we're almost there!" Michael ran alongside Virgil as he rolled the cheese wheel up the stairs, admittedly not being much more help than Xavier was being to Marty. When he realized this, however, he did put his hands on the wheel, but it seemed to slow the rolling speed down a bit instead of helping.

"Michael! Cheese is allergic to gay people, don't you know anything about anything?" Virgil snapped back at his partner, who pulled his hands away and began pouting again.

"Bad Virgilio, no more bonus for you." Virgil sighed in response to the loss of his bonus, but the two soon realized that they had reached the chill zone before anyone else, and they were greeted by the sight of Duke himself.

"YouTuber and Editor, all the way from eleventh last leg to first this leg! Guess you guys really like your ones, huh?" Duke congratulated the first place team, with Xavier and Marty soon arriving on scene. "Friendly Duo, another ginormous upgrade from the previous leg, twentieth to second!"

"Yes! We did it, Marty! We did it!" Xavier excitedly jumped up and down, flailing his arms for joy while Marty collapsed onto the ground in front of him, exhausted from doing all of the work for his team. "Ooo…well…maybe I'll make you some pick me up bread later."

"Maybe just help out with the race next time, mmkay?" Marty's muffled voice could be heard from the ground, and Xavier blushed and shyly backed away.

"Gah! We're finally out of that nasty place! I was about to tell you to just start punching through walls and corpses if you didn't hurry!" Logan scoffed and ran up to the sign by the cheese wheels, taking a good look at it. "Blech! There's no chance that I'm letting my perfect butt sit upon a wheel of cheese. You're gonna have to carry me on your shoulders while you paddle."

"That's a lot of physical work…are you sure I'll be okay to do that? I haven't even got a single beer in me today." Evan looked a bit nervous, but the nervousness was wiped away the second he saw how intensely he was being looked upon by his cousin. "R-right, I'll get right to it then!" Without a second to waste, he dropped the cheese wheel into the river, hopping down onto it with the oars in his hands. Before he could get properly situated, Logan jumped down onto his shoulders, almost knocking him over.

"Don't you dare fall over! If I land in this river water, I'm going to sell your eyeballs on the black market!" Evan gulped, regaining his balance before starting to paddle as fast as he could. Above them, Mitsuki and Kotomi had just arrived, with Sua and her ragdoll not far behind them. Both of the teams dunked their cheese wheels into the river, hopping down to start paddling and leaving behind James and Elliott, who were just now arriving.

"Ah! Eli, sport! They're way far ahead of us! What are we going to do!?" James started to panic, loving this show too much to accept losing so early on.

"Just toss the cheese in the river and let's get a move on, dad! We can still make it!" The two worked together to knock their cheese wheel into the river, soon jumping down to it. "Alright, now we just have to paddle to the Louvre! …Hang on a second…did we forget something?" Glancing back above at the platform that the duo was just standing on, they realized that they hadn't grabbed a set of oars, leaving them with only their hands to paddle.

"N-no matter! All we have to do is use proper form for this! Extend our arms, scoop the water behind! Let's hop to it, sport!" Elliott nodded at his "father," and the two began to paddle with their arms as fast as they could, though it was quite clear that they weren't moving nearly as fast as any of the other teams.

Confessional

"Even when things seem bleak, you can look to thrill seeking as a way to get through it! I mean, for all I care, I could jump right into the bottom of the river and fight a ghost pirate if it meant it would get us back in the runnings!" James shadowboxed a bit while Elliott skeptically looked at him.

"Uh…dad…? They don't put a pause on the race when we're doing the confessionals, do they?" James stared blankly at the camera before turning to see that the other teams were much farther ahead than them now.

Confessional End

"Wilderness Girls, you ladies are third place for this leg! Oh yeah!" Duke flexed while Sophie and Bea rolled their cheese wheel onto the chill zone.

"Woohoo! Cheese Wheel Rolling Patch, here I come!" Sophie did a little victory dance while Bea searched the patch catalog, looking for anything about cheese wheels, but coming up completely empty. Following them came plenty of other teams, each as quickly as they possibly could.

"BFFFLs, fourth! Sailor America Fans, fifth! Bloody Prom Queens, sixth! Psychic and Skeptic, seventh! Conservationists, eighth!" With each team that came through, Duke announced their placement, and they all cheered for themselves. "Basketball Team, ninth! Cool Guys, tenth! Glow-Up Gals, eleventh! Reality Show Rivals, twelfth! Mystical Opposites, thirteenth! Dynamic Gaymers, fourteenth! Dweebs, fifteenth! Bachelorettes, sixteenth! Awkward Neighbors, seventeenth!"

"Ugh, it's about time you got us to shore! Seriously, you take way too long to do anything!" Logan jumped off of Evan's shoulders and onto shore, starting to run up the stairs without him. Evan struggled to drag his cheese wheel onto the shore with him, but he somehow managed to do it, and quickly followed after his cousin. "And don't think about slacking off now or I will literally end you!"

"Y-you got it!" Evan gulped and started to roll a lot faster than before, easily getting the wheel past Logan while he rolled it up the stairs. He made it to the chill zone just before her, but she didn't take too long to meet him there.

"Vicious Pop Stars, not a good placement, but you're still in with your eighteenth place!" Duke announced their safety, which granted Evan some joy, but Logan was annoyed beyond belief.

Confessional

"You imbecile! We almost lost because you weren't trying hard enough! Need I remind you that the only reason you have any success in the slightest is because of me?" Logan spat her words at Evan, who shriveled up like a puppy in the rain. "Be glad we're still in the race. If we lost, your career would've been done and over!"

Confessional End

"We've only got three teams still out there and racing, but it seems like the call is all over and done with, folks! Here come the Uncomfortable Siblings to finish in a not so solid ninteenth place!" Duke shook his head at the siblings as they collapsed after rolling their cheese wheel to the chill zone. They were beyond exhausted, but the exhaustion got even worse when another team's cheese wheel flopped down on top of them. "Dual Artists, twentieth!"

"But of course! A queen like me can't lose this early on!" Sua clapped for herself, tossing the incredibly damaged Zerine off to the side and dusting her precious hands off while James and Elliott were just managing to roll to the chill zone. "Apologies, father and child, but it looks like you've lost here! You should feel somewhat honored that you lost to a queen like me, though!"

"I…I can't believe it…second leg of the race and we're already out…" James looked down at the ground in complete dismay while Elliott reached his arm out to comfort him by patting him on the shoulders.

"Now, hold on, fellas…I don't know if I would say you're ready for elimination just yet!" Duke's sudden intrusion to the conversation shocked all three of the final arriving teams, especially the "Father and Son?." He walked past the five that stood on the chill zone, heading right over to Zerine to check and see what was up with her. After a quick inspection of her, he shook his head at Sua. "Yeah, doesn't look like your partner is going to be able to compete anymore. Probably gonna be stuck in the hospital for the next few days, from the looks of it…maybe weeks. Unfortunately, the race doesn't have time to wait for someone to make a recovery from these injuries."

"W-what are you saying!?" Sua's face turned to shock while Duke walked away from Zerine, who was now being carted away by a medical team.

"I'm saying that you no longer have a partner to compete with, and given that you caused all those injuries with your own hands, I don't reckon any jabroni will wanna join you. Sua, you're out of the race. 'Father and Son?,' you guys are still in it to win it!" Sua immediately lunged at Duke to try and attack him, though he dodged her and she ended up leaping right back into the river below.

"Ugh, this is so unfair! They can't possibly be treating a queen like me with such disrespect!" Sua slammed her fists down into the water as the clip of her first arriving with Zerine played. "Fool me once, shame on me!" The clip was followed by another, this one of Zerine and Sua in the confessional, when Zerine pointed out that Sua wouldn't shut up about the Glow-Up Gals. "Fool me twice, shame on you!" Another clip played, this one showing Zerine going off on Sua for how horrible her portrait of her was. "Fool me three times, you deserve to die!"

"Ugh! And now I have to paddle all the way back home! I swear, something better go my way, or I'm going to detonate!" Sua sizzled with anger, and the shark from before started swimming towards her, its jaw wide open. Unluckily for the shark, she was too angry to let it scare her away. She grabbed it by the face and mounted it like a horse, scaring the life out of it. "Take me back home or I will end your miserable existence, shark!"

22nd: The Rivalry Twins - Maya and Jeremy

21st: The Dual Artists - Zerine and Sua