"Out of the way, jabroni! The Dukester's ready for his turn under the limbo pole!" Duke shouted at some locals that were limboing, but when he noticed the camera was on him, he awkwardly smiled and walked away from the pole. "Uhm…that was just…the Dukester loves limbo, okay? Anyways…last time on the Ridukeulous Race: we shoved our teams into a heap of donkey carts on their way to the airport to get the hell out of Transylvania! Sorry Becky, I know how much you loved it there!" The clip of Becky being all annoyed when Olive was playing rock, paper, scissors with Mika was shown as Duke went on with his intro. "We shipped everyone off to the romantic honeymoon destination of the century: Hawaii! The first challenge was another botch or watch, which had our botchers diving in a bay to look for wedding rings to bring to their partner-to-be. Some teams made quick work of this challenge, namely pompous Arnold, constantly having a gay panic Mitsuki, and Becky…who scared the very life out of so many people, including myself, when we saw her without her makeup!" Lyle was shown screaming underwater at the sight of makeupless Becky.

"After the botch or watch had gotten all finished up, the teams went right into the next challenge, an all-in that had them walking a path of hot coals as bride and groom! Arnold's feet of steel kept him safe from the heat, and he snatched up first place for himself and Aisling, who seems to be a bit upset about her opinions not being taken for consideration." The clip of Arnold leaving Aisling at the chill zone with a check to get herself some drinks was shown, with her sadly trudging away on her own. "Mitsuki had a total hissy fit…literally! She hissed and scratched up Honey something fierce, but after some snarky remarks from the queen of digging, she was able to get herself together to finish the leg." Mitsuki was shown hissing at Honey from accidentally touching her boobs before the clip transitioned to show them finally reaching the chill zone together. "Things got tense with Andrew, whose fake girlfriend dumped him and left him an emotional wreck, but things were equally tense with Sunny and Lukas, thanks to that crazy little goblin refusing to take no for an answer. All seemed to be over for the dweebs at the end, but Andrew finally gathered up his senses, and, with a powerful accusation from Richard, Lukas accidentally lit himself on fire, losing the challenge for him and Sunny and securing last place for those lucky dweebs!" Lukas and Sunny were briefly shown walking away on the beach before Duke limboed under the green screen and took a bow. "Hawaii's old news, and I'm raring to get to our next big arena! Find out where that is right here on…THE RIDONCULOUS RACE!"

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"Alright! Folks at home, we're about to say aloha to Hawaii! It's honestly fine by me, I'm tired of getting sand in every single crevice on my entire body! Do you know what it's like to feel sand between your toes literally every time you take a step anywhere? It's horrible!" Duke shuddered and pulled one of his shoes off, dumping it upside down and pouring out an absolutely unholy amount of sand onto the beach, close to the chill zone. "Yeah…so, anyways…the Psychic and Skeptic won the last leg, so they'll be starting us off in this one. Hey, Arnold, I got an idea for ya! Maybe let Aisling grab the tip this time."

"Ha! That's quite the clever joke! It's a travel tip, not a fortune cookie!" Arnold laughed uproariously while Aisling sighed and sadly rubbed her crystal ball in her hands. He took it upon himself to go right up to the first dukebox, pressing the button and snatching the tip before Aisling even had a chance to look at it printing out. "Oho! Ohoho! We're going to Dubai!" Arnold looked over at Aisling, brimming with excitement, excitement that wasn't matched by her in the slightest. "Come on, Dubai is a wonderland!"

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"What is it that I love about Dubai so much? The atmosphere? The people? The glory of its expensively built buildings?" Arnold smirked and shook his head at the camera like the cocky rat that he was, "Wrong! All wrong! The very thing I love most about Dubai is the greed in the people there! They're all just terrible! Serves as a good reminder to myself of what not to do when I'm the one in charge of my family's company!"

"All those that reach the fountain of endless wealth fall to such greed…it's just the way of life." Aisling could barely weasel out the words she was saying as she just kept rubbing the surface of her crystal ball. "They say they would never let temptation reach them, but it always happens…always."

"Hm, well, you must not have gotten the memo about me being the absolute best at everything. That's okay, though, I never took you for one that really pays attention to cold, hard facts!" Arnold went back to cackling and Aisling sighed again, tucking her crystal ball away.

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"You got that right, Arnold! Dubai is our next destination! I really hope you guys have been saving up your dough, because with a mall this enormous, how could you resist the temptation to go on a shopping spree?" Duke grinned as he walked through the mall with dozens of shopping bags dangling around his beefy arms. He happened to find one person that looked to be some sort of homeless street urchin, and he gasped as he looked him up and down. "Hey, who let you on this island!? Shoo! Beat it!" He flailed the shopping bags at the homeless man until he ran away in fear, "Man, don't they know you can't be looking like that in Dubai? It's a good thing Kurt is gone already…" He then cleared his throat and walked out of the mall to show a greater view of the oasis.

"Once our teams touch ground in this glorious place, they'll have to make their way to Burj Al Arab by bus! There, they'll find themselves the next dukebox, which has their next travel tip!" Duke stood next to the dukebox and grinned for a moment before looking to the side and seeing that homeless man trying to sneak into the hotel. "Didn't I tell you to scram!? Don't make the Dukester chokeslam you off of the roof!" The homeless immediately ran into the hotel in fear, with Duke chasing after him and shaking his fist. "Hey! Alright, don't say I didn't warn you!"

As teams started reading their tips, they knew exactly what they had to do, everyone starting to call cabs over to take them to the airport. It didn't take long for them to get there, and when they all did, they practically swarmed up to the desk with the poor employee that was hardly expecting this many people to show up. He gulped nervously and clicked away at his keyboard, eventually printing out several tickets and passing them down the line to each of the teams.

"Hm…oh, that's awesome! Marty, we got tickets to the first flight!" Xavier did an excited little dance while Marty watched him and chuckled at how ridiculous he looks. "First flight just means we're one step closer to being first place this leg!"

"Dude, that would be awesome…it's been a pretty good while since we've really gotten any amazing placement." Marty high fived his buddy and turned around to face Katie and Sadie, who were the next team in line. "You guys excited to go to Dubai? That mall might be pretty neat to check out!"

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah…that would be a lot of fun to go get a look at…uh…" Sadie frowned as she looked at the tickets that she and Katie were given. "We're not going to be getting there at the same time, though…we're on the second flight."

"Aw, that blows. Well, guess we were bound to get split up by the rules of the race sooner or later, right?" Marty chuckled, with Sadie chuckling as well, just a bit more nervously. "I'm sure you guys are gonna be fine, though…we'll catch up after the leg is over, yeah?"

"Oh, yeah! For sure!" Sadie smiled at Marty, who waved goodbye to her as he and the other teams for the first flight started heading off to board. The moment he was out of sight, she sighed and slumped forward a bit. "This is gonna be a long leg…"

"That's so funny! I have long legs! Eeee!" Katie squealed as she and Sadie usually did, though Sadie didn't join in on the squealing. "...Eee?"

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"You know, most people would probably find it awkward to hang around someone that you randomly made out with one day and just be buddies, but I don't think it's that weird. Sadie needed a favor from me, so I helped her out. Me and Xavi are the Friendly Duo, after all." Marty chuckled at his own pun while Xavier scratched his chin for a moment.

"You made out with Sadie? Like…a full blown smooch fest?" Marty nodded at his friend's query, though this, for some reason, just seemed to annoy him. "Just great! You should've told me before! Now I gotta wait until the leg is over so I can bake you a cake to celebrate! Come on, Marty!" As Xavier berated him, Marty slowly deadpanned to the camera and sighed.

"Sadie, why aren't you 'ee'ing with me? We always 'ee' together! I can't 'ee' all on my own!" Katire lightly shook Sadie by the shoulders, but she was just staring down at the floor, saddened. "What's the matter with you? I haven't seen you this upset since, like, that time you got kicked out of my bedroom for eating cookies in the sheets."

"Ugh, don't even remind me about that…that was the worst! WORST!" Sadie cringed as she thought back to the moment, but shook her head and snapped out of it. "I dunno…I just feel kinda weird…I mean, Sunny is gone now, so I figured I wouldn't have to bug Marty anymore about that, but for some reason…I feel like I want to." It took her a moment, but eventually, she looked up to see Katie grinning the smuggest grin the world had ever seen. "...What's that for?"

"Oh, youuuuuuu know!" Katie giggled a bit at first, only stopping when she saw how confused Sadie looked. "Sadie, remember that time when you were looking at me like this?"

"You mean when you met…agh! That's not what this is! D-don't look at me like that!" Sadie started blushing like crazy and got up from her seat to run away, with Katie glancing at the camera and raising her eyebrows twice.

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"Our teams have been successfully bisected by the airlines, with our first eight teams departing now via Air Dubai, the airline with the absolute best first class cabin that anyone could ask for! Unfortunately, that cabin only goes to our previous leg winners, Arnold and Aisling. The others have to suffer in coach! As for our other eight teams, they'll be departing an hour later…on Welta airlines. Sucks to be a bunch of losers, am I right?" Duke chuckled as the camera panned into the first class cabin of the Air Dubai flight.

"First class…can't say I've ever flown first class on a flight before, much less on an Air Dubai flight." Arnold paced around the cabin, taking a look at all it had to offer. There was an enormous flat screen television, a hot tub, a fully stacked bar, a cozy bed to lay in, truly a cabin fit for a king. "...I don't see what's so great about it."

"Arnold, why are you lying? 'Never flown first class before?' I don't like to accuse, but that's just the most outlandish thing I've ever heard you say…and I heard you threaten a Hawaiian man's family because he cut in line at the snack bar." Aisling was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing her crystal ball, as she normally did.

"Why would I bother lying about that? Better yet, why would I bother lying to you at all? You're my partner in this competition, it wouldn't make sense to lie to you! That's why I'm quite blunt about your worth as my teammate!" Arnold smirked and walked up to Aisling, ruffling her hair with his hand while she pouted. "Oh, don't be so sour, I truly can't help that I'm just the peak of contestants in this race. You don't need to be useful because of that!"

"But I want to be useful…I don't like just sitting around and doing nothing." Aisling pouted even more, getting an exaggerated groan back from Arnold.

"I might let you take more part in the race if you'd stop playing with that orb every five seconds. How am I, or anyone else, supposed to take you seriously as a useful member of the team when you wanna ask an object what your next move should be? Be like me, and just do, simple as that." Arnold walked away from Aisling, sitting himself down at the bar and looking at all the ingredients it had.

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"Why do I keep letting him treat me like this? If I had my wits about me, I'd leave this competition already…" Aisling started to get flustered until her crystal ball began to glow, immediately getting her attention. "...I know…I know you said that's a bad idea, but I just want to feel a bit more valued than-" The ball started to glow a bit fiercer, and Aisling's expression shifted, indicating a bit more confusion. "You're saying he already values me…? …He's got quite the absurd way of showing it."

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"Excuse me, excuse me!" Lyle shouted as he ran up to Bea, who was sitting down in her seat on the plane while reading over the patch manual. She slowly glanced over to him with one eye, but managed to keep the other eye focused on what she was reading. "Hey, old lady! So, this may seem kinda strange, but I promise, I'm telling you this for a reason. So…I have this really funny looking birthmark on my butt."

"That's wonderful, sweetheart," Bea took her eye off of Lyle and went back to reading the manual, only for him to pop up in the seat right next to him. "Good heavens! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!?"

"Oh, no, I would never wanna do that! You just weren't looking at me, and I had more to say!" With a sigh, Bea set down the manual and looked back at Lyle, who was grinning from ear to ear. "So, my adopted mom, she told me that the birthmark comes from my biological family, so I'm on the hunt to see if I can find any of my biological family members while we're on the race! So, in short…can I see your butt?"

"Lyle? Where'd you run off to?" Zeke was near the back of the coach seats, digging around through the massive pile of luggage in search of his partner, who was nowhere to be seen. As he dug around, he started to hear a noise growing in the distance. It started as a faint "ah," but soon grew until it was a full blown, bellowing scream. "You know, all that shouting kinda sounds like…" Zeke got up from the pile and looked towards the source of the screaming to see Lyle flying through the air. He landed right into the pile, his legs being the only part of him that were sticking out of the luggage. "Oh, there you are, Lyle! Why are you playing ostrich right now?"

"Mmph…" Lyle groaned and went limp in the pile, with Zeke looking further down the cabin to see Bea dusting off her hands and sitting herself back down.

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"Since we talked about the whole booty birthmark thing, I figured a good place to start would be asking the other racers if they had it! Ouch!" Lyle winced as Zeke held an ice pack against his forehead, which was horribly bruised from where Bea had presumably struck him with her manual. "That old lady was brutal, Zeke! Anyways…I don't think she's my mom."

"Well, it was worth a shot at least. Don't worry about it, Lyle! There's plenty of other contestants that are still around, so that means plenty of butts to look at!" Zeke gave Lyle a hearty pat on the back, and the two started laughing together, their laughs being eerily similar. "Man, never thought we would be on a journey to look at all these butts, but here we are! True Booty Bandits!"

"M-maybe we don't call ourselves that…"

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"Lady…have you noticed anything strange about this seating arrangement we have going on?" Ursula was sitting down in her seat, which was oddly across the aisle from Lady Belle, who had the window seat on her side.

"You know, I did notice something being a bit out of the ordinary…this isn't yours, is it?" Lady Belle grabbed Sophie from the seat next to her, lifting her up and holding her like a lost cat.

"It!? I'm not an it, I'm a Wilderness Girl!" Sophie slapped away at Lady Belle's hands to break free from her grasp, plopping back down in the seat the moment she was released. "I had to switch the seats around a bit, I'm on my way to earn another patch!"

"Pray tell, what patch is that?" Ursula clicked her nails against her arm rest, her eyebrow slightly twitching while she waited for an explanation from the girl.

"The Harem patch! I have to have at least two beautiful women at my side for more than ten hours at one time! Well, you two and Honey seemed like my only options, and I didn't want to get in between those two lovebirds over there!" Sophie pointed ahead, where Mitsuki and Honey were sitting. Honey was closely inspecting her soil and sand samples with a magnifying glass, with Mitsuki playing some dating simulator on her phone. The steam could practically be seen coming from her forehead. "See? Mitsuki's getting all hot and heavy, and I don't wanna be around if they start making out, that's yucky!"

"...You get a pass for admitting that we're beautiful, but after that tenth hour, you'd better scramble back to your grandma. I don't have kids or want kids for a reason." Lady Belle huffed and looked out the window, only stopping when Sophie started to squeeze at her bicep. "Y-you…what do you think you're doing, you little scamp?"

"I'm admiring your muscles, obviously! Someday, I gotta be tough like this, so I had to get a peak!" Sophie kept squeezing on Lady Belle's arm while Ursula watched from the other seat and chuckled. "These muscles are all natural, right? You didn't use any…illegal substances…did you?"

"I did not," Lady Belle spoke through her gritted teeth, ripping her arm away from Sophie and quickly cleaning it off with a disinfectant wipe. "Why don't you do both me and you a favor and sit with Ursula on the other side? I think it would be very beneficial to your health and safety."

"My health and safety? What even do you mean by-" Sophie went on to question the agitated Lady Belle, who was beaming a glare at her that shook her to her very core. "Y-yup, sitting with Ursula, you got it!"

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"Funny thing about Lady Belle, she's got no problem with children…she does have a problem with other women and girls, however!" Ursula chuckled as she watched Lady Belle squeeze a pillow until it exploded into a feathery mess. "Only reason that we're here together is because we know just how to deal with the other one…no one said we have to like each other."

"I'm going to drop that little girl out of this plane if she dares to touch me again!" Lady Belle huffed and huffed, slowly glancing over to Ursula, who was still chuckling. "You keep laughing at me and I'll sew your mouth to your own ass."

"Oh, how morbid!" Ursula continued to laugh until she realized just how wickedly she was being stared at by her partner. "Oh relax, would you? It's just a child, you don't need to get so worked up about her admiring you. If anything, you should feel grateful."

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"Are ya done being mad at me, yet?" Olive poked Becky on the side of the head, trying to squeeze an answer out of her while she grumbled in her seat. "Becks? Becky? Beckarino? Beckapoo? Beckiling? Bexter? Beckinaenae?"

"SHUT UP!" Becky snapped at Olive, who whimpered and backed away from her a bit. "You want me to stop being upset with you? You haven't stopped doing the thing that made me upset in the first place!"

"What? But Mika and Conroy ain't here right now, I'm not talking to them no more!" Olive smiled and nodded her head while Becky just stared at her angrily.

"Oh yeah? Explain that, then?" Becky pointed to the seat behind her, where Michael was sitting and staring over the top of the seats. He had a little Bloody Prom Queens tiara on his head, which he hid away as he awkwardly smiled and ducked back down. "I said before: Mitsuki and Honey, nobody else. No Mika, no Conroy, and definitely no Michael!"

"Wha? What's so bad about Michael? I think he's pretty!" Michael blushed and did a little pose as he heard Olive's compliment.

"We don't need a pretty boy in our gang…could be worse, though. You could be trying to befriend Virgil." Becky glared at Virgil, who stared back at her from the seat next to Michael.

"I'm sensing a lot of Asian hate coming from you…you're so lucky you're a woman of color or I would be going absolutely wild on my blog right now." Virgil grumbled and pulled his phone out, though he was quickly grabbed by Michael, who started to shake him about like a ragdoll. "Leeeeeet gooooo of meeeeeee!"

"Stop acting like that! Be racist or something, for the love of God!" Becky rolled her eyes and went back to ignoring the boys as they were at each other's throats. "You've been following that woman on Birdter, haven't you!? The very same woman that tried to cancel me for being a 'fake gay!'"

"You mean the queen of the SJW army, Hannah?" Virgil snickered and flipped his phone over to show Michael his screen, which was currently on this mystery woman's page. "Guilty as charged!"

"...I think I'm gonna be sick…" Michael got up from his seat and hurried to the bathroom as fast as he could, practically trampling over Virgil in the process.

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"Hannah…my mortal enemy! Always accusing me of being a bigot and other horrible things!" Michael grumbled as he scrolled through the same Birdter feed that Virgil was looking at before. "I should've known that she had something to do with this terrible transformation of Virgilio's! You think you can just poison my editor with your terrible rants and make him tolerant and accepting all the sudden? No way, no how! I swear on my entire YouTube following, I'll make sure he goes back to being just as terrible as he was before!"

"Can I be friends with Sophie and her gramma, then?" Olive kept poking at Becky, who was still mostly ignoring her. "How about Richard and his fat cousin? Or Katie and her fat cousin? Or Logan and her fat cousin?"

"Evan isn't even fat," Becky hissed back at Olive, who shrugged.

"Maybe not, but I ran out of people that were bigger to call the fat cousin, so I had to futz somethin' up." Becky rolled her eyes as Olive went back to poking her. "How about Lyle and his fat cousin? Or Jamie Lynn and her fat-"

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"Y-yes, my sweet prince…I'm all yours…" Mitsuki breathed heavily as she played her game, but just as she was about to get to a steamier part of it, her phone screen went black, only showing an empty battery symbol on it. "W-what…? No…no! But I was supposed to marry my prince…I was supposed to marry him up and…this isn't fair!"

"Your phone died, I think it just might be your fault for not charging it long enough." Honey didn't look away from the soil she was studying as she talked, which seemed to just agitate Mitsuki. "If you want, you can look at this soil with me. I'm finding a whole bunch of tiny little guys living in it."

"I don't wanna stare at dirt with you, Honey…that's gotta be the lamest thing I've ever heard of." Mitsuki grumbled and crossed her arms, though Honey didn't respond to the negativity and just kept staring at the dirt. This, for some reason, just made her more annoyed, and she scooted right up to Honey, smooshing her cheek against hers to peek through the magnifying glass with her. "What's even interesting about this? It's just dirt!"

"No, it's not just dirt…see?" Honey moved the magnifying glass over a bit so Mitsuki could look through it on her own. "See, we only see it as dirt without looking into it, but it's so much more…those little specks have their own little world in this dirt! There's a whole cycle of life, there's small plants that come to life…it's just so pretty."

"It's…it's…whatever…" Mitsuki tried to act like she wasn't interested, but for some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off of the micro-ecosystem that she was being shown. Her sight wandered all around the dirt, taking in every last detail. "You just do this all the time? Just look at stuff like this?"

"Well, yeah! I just find it interesting, I dunno…" Honey blushed and pulled the magnifying glass away from Mitsuki. "I get it, it's a pretty dumb hobby…"

"It's…ah…" Mitsuki couldn't find the words to say as Honey put the magnifying glass away and just clutched the jar with the dirt in her hands. She looked at her, trying to figure out, but eventually just turned away and stared at the ground.

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"It isn't that stupid…" Mitsuki looked at a jar with some dirt in it, though she didn't have the magnifying glass with her. "...I-it's more interesting than playing video games to get a chance at love, at least."

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"With our first flight already an hour into the seventeen hour journey to Dubai, our second flight has just departed! This one hour might be enough of a hurdle to send one of these teams home tonight, but anything can happen!" As Duke narrated, the camera panned into the second flight, which had the remaining eight teams chilling out in their massive coach cabin.

"Urgh…I need to use the bathroom so badly, Richard-San…" Andrew's stomach growled loudly as he sat next to Richard, who was at the window seat, staring out to his heart's content. "Forgive me, Toilet-San, for what I'm about to do to you…it's nothing personal, kid." In a hurry, the weeaboo got up from his seat and scurried off to the bathroom door, though when he tried to pry it open, he found that it was locked up. "Kuso…hey! Whoever's in here, you need to evacuate before I make an evacuation of my own out here!"

"You can wait your turn," Evan could be heard from inside of the bathroom, with a strange series of grunting sounds coming after he spoke. Andrew thought about it for a moment and suddenly looked disgusted.

"B-baka! You shouldn't be doing that on a plane with other people! Disgusting!" The weeaboo ran back to his seat as the camera panned into the bathroom to show Evan currently lifting weights and staring at his own reflection in the mirror.

"Four-hundred ninety-eight…four-hundred ninety-nine…five hundred…hmph." Evan dropped the weights to the ground and flexed his biceps to get a better look at them in the mirror. "You…are one handsome man. This is what it is to be the gorgeous one of the duo…the smart one…the everything."

"Evaaaaan…" Logan could be heard outside of the bathroom, lightly rapping her hand against the door to knock. He rolled his eyes as he continued to stare at himself in the mirror. "Evaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan…"

"Yes, Logan?" Evan's eyebrow twitched as he answered his cousin, putting his weights away in his carry-on bag while he spoke.

"I need my mineral water…where did you put it…? My throat is so dry…" Again, Evan rolled his eyes and pulled out two bottles from his bag, one mineral water and one being vodka. He popped the mineral water open and dumped some of it out into the sink, pouring enough vodka in to replace what was lost. As he mixed it around, Logan called out to him again. "Evan…I need it…"

"I'm about to give it to you, just relax!" Evan pulled the door open after having put the vodka away again, thrusting the bottle towards Logan quite aggressively. "Here's your stupid water, just drink it and get out of my ear about it."

"E-Evan!? Such audacity to yell at me…have you forgotten your place in this relationship?" Logan tried to put on her usual menacing glare, but it just made her headache, the migraine from before still persistent. "W-we'll talk about this later…my head hurts far too much to be dealing with your nonsense right now." Evan brushed past his cousin and returned to his seat, leaving her to start drinking her water. "Ugh…I need to switch brands…this is starting to taste like gasoline…"

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"I haven't had a drop of alcohol in so long, I've almost forgotten what it tastes like…Logan, on the other hand, hasn't been sober in quite some time." Evan smirked as he twisted the cap back onto the vodka bottle from before. "I'll just increase the amount a little bit each time, won't hurt her…too much. She can deal with the headache…she's been a headache to me for years now, after all."

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"Ugh…" Logan started to trudge back to her seat, rubbing her forehead with one hand and carrying her water bottle in the other. Just before she could get to her row, her path was blocked by Jamie Lynn, who stared down at her angrily. "...Can I help you with something…?"

"Oh, don't tell me you already forgot about shoving me into the water last leg. I definitely didn't forget!" Jamie Lynn crossed her arms and continued to stand there, only moving slightly when Logan tried to squeeze around her. "Oh no, don't think I'm just gonna let you relax this whole flight…you're about to be one miserable midget for the next seventeen hours."

"Don't call me a midget, you punk bitch…I bet you get your entire wardrobe from Hot Item." Logan smirked at her own insult, but the smirked was quite literally wiped off of her face when Jamie Lynn grabbed her water bottle from her and splashed the rest of it on her. "You…bitch!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! Did you not like that? Feels pretty uncomfortable, doesn't it?" Jamie Lynn smirked at her own brilliance, but Logan stepped down on her foot, causing her to yelp. "Oh, you wanna get physical, do you? I could toss you across the whole cabin like a sack of potatoes!"

"Go ahead and try it, then!" The two girls got up in each other's faces and growled while the camera panned back to Phoebe, who was sitting alone in her row, nervously watching. She looked at Jamie Lynn for a bit before nodding and putting her hat on, successfully bringing Libby out.

"Finally! The air conditioning is all busted in your brain, wimp!" Libby cracked her jaw and got up from her seat, taking a pleasant stroll over to Richard's row while Andrew ran past her, finally getting the chance to use the bathroom, like he wanted to in the first place. She had no issue with taking the weeaboo's seat, not even bothering to ask Richard, whose attention was instantly caught by her. "'Sup, Richard?"

"Uh…'sup to you, too, Phoebe." Richard looked a bit confused as he looked her up and down, "Say, you seem a little bit different than before…"

"Huh? Yeah, I guess I get that sometimes, it's whatever." Libby shrugged and looked over at Richard with a daunting smirk, "You almost lost the last leg, man…I would've been pretty pissed if that happened."

"H-huh?"

"Yeah, you're practically the only other person in this race that I can tolerate! How do you think I would feel if you were just gone and I was stuck with all these other bozos?" Libby gestured to the other passengers on the plane, but all Richard could do was stare at her in his confusion. "Got dust in your eyes or something? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's just that…you're talking differently…you're acting different…and you just look different…come to think of it…" Richard slowly fixed his gaze on the hat atop her head, narrowing his eyes as he stared at it. "Can't say I much recall you being too into wearing hats."

"O-oh, well, that's just…um…sometimes I…er…think that the hat will help…keep the voices in my head from flying out and going to bother other people?" Libby brought up whatever fib she could think of that fast, trying to convince Richard that nothing was off. He continued to stare at her for a moment, but eventually shrugged it off and went back to staring at her face as he was before.

"Yeah, I guess that's pretty on brand for you. You're a little crazy, but sometimes crazy is hot." Libby blushed at the compliment, getting a smirk out of Richard. "I know, I can be a real charmer sometimes. Some people say the way I stare creeps them out, but I only stare if I'm really interested in someone, so it's like a compliment."

"T-the compliment is well appreciated…" Libby and Richard continued to smile at each other until she suddenly heard the scrap between Jamie Lynn and Logan coming to a close. She looked over, immediately noticing that Jamie Lynn was starting to turn her way, and frantically tore the hat off of her head, hiding it away as best as she could.

"Ugh, that dwarf hits a lot harder than you'd expect her to…Phoebe, are you really gonna spend this whole flight slobbering over Richard? That's just nasty," Jamie Lynn grumbled and returned to her own seat, with Phoebe sighing in relief while Richard went back to staring at her in suspicion.

"U-um…Jamie Lynn doesn't like it when I wear hats…" Phoebe's lip quivered as she lied to Richard, who kept staring at her, clearly not believing a word of it.

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"I-I'm a bit worried about telling Richard about Libby for…a number of reasons." Phoebe quivered while she sat alone, holding her hat close to her chest. "T-the obvious one is just…what if he thinks I'm too insane and doesn't want me around anymore? I've never been this close with someone before…except for my older sister…and Libby. Not only that, but…h-he might be like everyone else…he might like her more than he likes me…and then he'll never want me to be around him anymore…only Libby…"

"You know, now that I think about that hat a bit more, I remember her wearing it one other time…when she was on the plane to Brazil with me. She was acting a little bit funny back then, too." Richard scratched his chin while the sound of a toilet flushing came from behind him. The door he was standing in front of opened to reveal Andrew, who had a clothespin pinching his nose shut. "Huh? Oh, hey Andre- what the hell!? That smells like mustard gas in there!"

"Well, maybe I just have mustard gas powers…you know well that I'm no ordinary person, I'm the MC of this universe." Andrew tipped his fedora and walked back to his seat while Richard fainted in place.

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"Helloooooo, dahling!" Karma excitedly squeezed herself into the seat right next to Mika, who was currently Conroy-less.

"Oh, hey there, Karma…that's actually my senior's seat, so I don't know if-" As Mika tried to protest, Karma was quick to shush her up with a finger to the lips.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so worried about that. Conroy had some business with Vanessa that he has to handle, so he might be absent for a little bit." Karma smiled, noticing that Mika looked a bit concerned about that. "Don't worry, only good things, nothing to worry about. In the meantime, I figured you and I could get to know each other better! You seem eager to make new friends, which is just mahvelous!"

"Well, yeah…it is nice to have people to talk to while we're in this race." Mika smiled for a second, but thinking about something made the smile fade and she frowned. "Like Olive…she's such a fun energy to have around, but her little sister doesn't like it when she hangs out with me and my senior."

"Oh dear…that's not mahvelous at all. You did try to talk with Becky to see what her issue was with you befriending her sister, yes?" Karma's question only seemed to upset Mika more, as she slumped down a bit.

"Yeah…I tried talking to her, but she wouldn't even say anything to me. She just walked away every time I tried to strike up a conversation. It's like she thinks I'm trying to plot their demise or something!" Mika shook her head and looked back at Karma, who was nodding understandingly. "I'm sorry, this is our first time really talking to each other and I'm just unloading all this mess onto you."

"Oh, dahling, I'm quite used to that…I own my own beauty salon. It's practically my job to listen to my clients vent, so I don't see why it would be such an issue to let you vent." Karma giggled, that giggle being pleasant enough to get Mika smiling a bit again.

"You own your own salon? That's so cool!" Mika started to get more excited and fully turned to face Karma, "I've never been too much of a makeup person myself, but it's gotta feel pretty awesome to have your own business."

"Oh dahling, it's such a wonderful experience…especially seeing all the faces that come in and out. I've got famous clients, I've got clients that live on the streets– the variety of people that I meet just brings me so much joy. Never a boring day, I always say!" Mika got well invested in her conversation with Karma, and as the two spoke, the camera trailed off to the back of the cabin, where Vanessa was currently measuring Conroy with a measuring tape.

"I really don't know what it is that you're doing, but that measuring tape is a little tight on my chest when you squeeze it like that." Conroy voiced his concern to Vanessa, who entirely ignored him and squeezed the tape again, making him hiss in pain. "I just told you that it's too tight, and you up and did it again…"

"Honey, I can't get proper measurements for you without seeing how tight you can handle. You can't walk around wearing something too baggy…like that track jacket. It makes you look so silly!" Vanessa chuckled and looked at the measurement of his chest, nodding before moving down to his waist. "I only have about…thirty more measurements to take, anyways. You can sit still and not complain while I do that, right?"

"I'm not even sure why you're doing this in the first place, what's wrong with the clothes I wear?" Conroy looked down at the floor, where his jacket was laying.

"Honey…you can't wear lime green every day in public and expect to be taken seriously. Besides, with your figure, you could wear something that complements those muscles! You know, instead of trying to hide them from the world…or from a girl." Conroy glanced back at Vanessa, confused as she squeezed down on his waist with the tape.

"Agh! Please, just ease up on that a little bit, I'm begging you…" Vanessa glared at Conroy, who gulped and looked away from her again. "F-fine, I'll stop complaining…I don't see what you mean by that though. Hiding them from a girl, I mean."

"You read easier than a picture book, sugar. Karma and I both see the way that you look at Mika behind those glasses of yours. Which, by the way, it's really tacky to wear sunglasses everywhere you go. Just a little heads up for you." Conroy blushed and reached up to adjust his glasses, but Vanessa whapped his arm with her measuring tape. "No moving until I'm done!"

"Fine!" Conroy grumbled and moved his arm back down, his gaze slowly shifting to Mika as she spoke with Karma. "Mika's just…well…I don't know if I've ever…" He paused for a moment and thought about it, "...Oh my…I think I see what you mean."

"Of course you do, honey…Karma and I can identify this kinda thing from a mile away." Vanessa snickered and squeezed her measuring tape down on his thigh, causing him to squeak loudly. "Oh, don't be a baby about it."

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"I never did think that some buff basketball player having a crush on someone could be so cute but…honey, it's just adorable." Vanessa chuckled as she wrote down all of her measurements on a clipboard. "Just gotta get started on this outfit, but I think I've got just the thing in mind! Oh, and Karma, would you do something about his hair? The spikes are so…childish."

"Mm, I can get to work on that, dahling…not that there's much to work with, though." Karma swiped through a few different hairstyles on her tablet, looking a bit worried. "Hair isn't my greatest skill, either…but I'll do what I can."

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"This is all your fault, dad! I can't believe you went and pulled that crap in Brazil! Ugh!" Eliott stormed off from where James was sitting, leaving the "father" to groan and rub his temple. As the "son" kept marching down the aisle of the plane, he ended up bumping into Jacque, right at the end of the cabin. "Oh, you again…you're not gonna go on about bad pasta for the second time, are you?"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, doesn't matter if I do if you ain't gonna listen to me." Jacque shrugged, leaning himself up against the wall while he smirked to himself. "I just think it's kinda funny to watch you fumbling around over that woman. Ain't your daddy ever told you to stay away from people like her?"

"If by people like her, you mean gorgeous cougars…well, yeah, actually. But that doesn't count, he tells me to keep away from any woman, regardless of how amazing they are! Always on about how they're going to change my life for the worse and ruin my dedication." Eliott scoffed and glared back at James, who had buried himself in a magazine. "He doesn't know what he's talking about…not like he's ever felt a love like this."

"Not even for your momma?" Eliott paused for a moment and shook his head at Jacque, who let out a single "ha." "Guess I shoulda figured him for a cash over ass type of guy, anyways. Not the worst thing he could be, if I'm being honest wit' you. Maybe some more quality time with your pops would set you right."

"Ah, there you go again…you sound just like him! I said it before, I'll say it again: you've got no business being jealous of me when you've already got Angel with you!" Eliott gestured over to Angel, who was having a rest back in her seat, complete with an eye mask to block out the light. Jacque just laughed at the gesture, "Oh, is she not good enough for you? With a mindset like that, you definitely don't deserve my lady."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, brother." Jacque kept laughing as he started walking back to his seat. "I'm not gonna try and have this conversation with you again, so it's your choice to listen to or ignore me, really no skin off my back. I'm just lookin' out for you, is all…getting in my one good deed of the year."

"Yeah, well no thanks, you can keep your 'good deed' to yourself. Better yet, go get Angel some flowers or something. That'll probably help you guys out some," Eliott continued to walk past Jacque, heading to the storage room for the flight attendants for some solitude. As for the other man he was talking to, he returned to his seat, plopping down next to Angel.

"Mmf…Jacque, don't jab me with your elbows, I'm trying to get some rest in before the leg really starts…" Angel slurred as she spoke in her sleepy state, turning her head a little bit before drifting off again. Jacque lightly sighed and reached down into his pocket, scrolling through some website that he had pulled up.

"I dunno what's wrong with that guy, you'd think he'd listen to someone that knows the type a lot better than him." Jacque's smirk was wiped off of his face and quickly replaced with a frown. "Dunno why I'm even botherin', though…hm?" He finally stopped scrolling with his thumb hovering over some article. "'Eighth gym-goer has gone missing in small Louisiana town, authorities still have no leads.' Huh, whaddya make of that?" Out of curiosity, Jacque opened the article, scrolling through it a bit. "'Like the seven other missing persons, the victim was a young, fit male that was known for his extensive workout regimen. Was set to be in a bodybuilding competition, and last reported seen working at his parents farmhouse.' Creepy…a little too creepy."

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"'Shortly before his disappearance, the victim had gotten into a new relationship with a "beautiful woman," though none of his family or friends reported meeting her.' Hot damn…I'm really not liking this sinking feeling I'm getting in my stomach." Jacque continued to look through the article on his phone, sweat droplets forming on his forehead. "That ain't…nah, no way. Louisiana's a pretty big place…whole lotta beautiful women, whole lotta muscleheads…I'm getting myself worked up over nothing."

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"Our second flight is still an hour away from Dubai, but our first flight has touched down! Teams are already well on their way to Burj Al Arab by local shuttle and…in fact, I think I see them from here!" The shuttle bus arrived at the hotel as Duke spoke, with the first eight teams pouring out and booking it for the dukebox, which sat just in front of the entrance. The first team to get their tip was Arnold and Aisling, only because the rich boy insisted on being at the front of the bus in the first place.

"Alright, let's see what we've got here," Arnold cleared his throat before reading what the tip had on it. "It's an either or…'serve or squeegee.'"

"Wooo! Little chilly up here, isn't it?" Duke shouted from the very top of the hotel, where he was standing and holding the homeless man from before in a headlock. Behind him, there was a tennis launcher with some tennis rackets, as well as a full on tennis court. "In this either or, our teams will either have to return a serve from this absolute unit of a tennis ball launcher on the roof of the hotel, or choose to wipe down an entire column of windows from the top of the hotel to the bottom! Now, where was I? Oh, right! Chokeslam!" As Duke had promised before, he jumped off of the roof with the homeless man in his hand, chokeslamming him into the water below.

"That seems like such a silly challenge, we'll obviously be taking the ser-" Arnold went on to finish his statement when Aisling suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, shaking her head while her crystal ball had a faint glow to it. "Not this whole miserable act again…you'd like it if we did the squeegeeing, wouldn't you?" Aisling weakly nodded back at Arnold, who groaned. "Fine! We'll do it your way this time! But when we don't get first place, don't be surprised when I never take another idea from you!"

"Alright…" Aisling sighed, and the teams started rushing into the hotel, booking it straight for the very top. Once they had gotten there, a few teams meandered over to where tennis rackets were being kept. The Bloody Prom Queens, the Hottie and Nottie, The Bachelorettes, and the YouTuber and Editor stood around with their tennis rackets while the Friendly Duo, the Conservationists, the Wilderness Girls, and the Psychic and Skeptic moved onto the rigs that had been set up for squeegeeing.

"Just one little serve? That's all we need?" Lady Belle smirked as she twirled her tennis racket on one of her fingers, stepping up to the plate before any of the other teams had a chance to.

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"Tennis is such a middle-aged woman type of sport…which is exactly why Lady here decided it would be best if we went along and did that over the squeegeeing." Ursula rolled her eyes and toyed with her tennis racket while Lady Belle looked about ready to bash her skull in with her own. "As for me, I'm not quite that old, so it's going to be a bit more of a struggle."

"Lying about your age really is despicable, Ursula. That's certainly gotta be a key part in why James ain't down on a knee for ya, already." Lady Belle snickered and Ursula swung her racket at her, hitting her in the chest. "Ah! You whore!"

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"All y'all little cupcakes can sit by and watch me turn this silly machine into a toy!" Lady Belle grinned and got her racket ready to swing, but the tennis machine served the first ball a lot faster than she had anticipated. It hit her right in the gut, causing her to wheeze and fall forward, her rear sticking up into the air. Mitsuki glanced over for a second and immediately flushed with red, running past her and onto the court.

"U-uh…this probably isn't as hard as it looks…she's just old, that's gotta be why that happened, right?" Mitsuki chuckled nervously, but the first ball for her came just as fast, hitting her in the chin. "O-ow! Okay, maybe it's-" She tried to speak, but suddenly more and more balls started pelting her in the face, knocking her over. "N-not what I had in mind when I was imagining balls in my face…"

"Aye! This looks so much fun! Oh, is it my turn? Woo!" Michael squealed excitedly and ran up to the plate, ready to swing at the ball that was flying towards him, but it flew right past his ear and hit something behind him. "Eh? Where did it go?" He spun around to see an annoyed looking Virgil with a tennis ball shoved into his mouth. "Virgilio, those aren't for eating."

"Beat it, weakblood…it's my turn." Becky smacked her tennis racket against Michael's knee, knocking him over and stepping ahead of him. She got in stance, just as the others had before her, but when the ball started flying towards her, it was a bit different. It skidded right to a halt in the middle of the air, her furious gaze seeming to have some strange effect on it. It twirled in place for a bit until it ultimately flew back to its own side of the court, landing against the ground. "Psh, easy."

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"Becky's always had it good with…well, pretty much any activity that she tries out! Sports, games, music, obviously, anything! Let me tell ya, I couldn't ask for a cooler little sister than her!" Olive raised her hand up for a high five, but Becky slapped her arm away, "Becks, come on!"

"No."

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"Sure is a pretty long way to the bottom, huh?" Xavier scratched his chin as he looked down from the roof of the building at the ground below. He shrugged his shoulders and turned to Marty with an excited grin, "Definitely gonna be a bit more thrilling than some silly tennis match! Imagine the stories we can tell everybody back home!"

"Hey, I'm just glad I'm not getting pelted by anythin- agh!" Before he could finish his sentence, Marty was struck by a bird that was flying by. He rubbed the back of his head and turned around to see Zeke and Lyle both knelt down on the roof, tying their squeegees to their chest while draping two buckets of soapy water over their feet. "Uh…dudes…what are you doing?"

"Well, the tip never said that we needed to use the rig to wipe the windows, so we figured we would just ask for a little favor from some of our animal friends. Ca-caw!" Zeke hollered at the top of his lungs, urging a wave of large birds to fly over and land on his shoulders, as well as Lyle's. "I figured this would be a lot faster than using that thing, anyways!"

"Plus, if I see anybody's pants fall down on the way, I can just have the birds fly me over to them so I can get a good look at their butt!" Lyle nodded as the birds lifted him and Zeke off of the roof, starting to take them down their column of windows while Marty confusedly deadpanned at the camera.

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"Did I miss something somewhere along the line? Why is Lyle trying to stare at people's butts? Ugh, Sunny, you distracted me for way too long!" Marty slammed his head against the wall while Xavier patted him on the back.

"There, there, buddy…you know, we can always go staring at butts if that's what you wanna do." Marty glared back at Xavier, who chuckled, "Yeah, I figured that's how you were gonna respond."

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"Our second flight is just now landing in Dubai, and for a good chunk of our teams, they've still got quite a ways to go with their challenge!" As Duke spoke, the camera zoomed in on Sophie and Bea, both of which were wiping away at their fourth window. Once they had finished, they nodded at each other and pulled the levers on the side to start descending to the next window in their column.

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"Sophie and I both earned our window washing patches a long time ago, so it's really no trouble if we have to wash just one or one hundred of them!" Bea had her hand on Sophie's shoulder as she smiled at the camera, "Of course, the wind is a bit of an issue, but us Wilderness Girls embrace the challenges of the weather that the world throws at us! Makes it feel more deserved when we get far ahead of the other teams!"

"Besides, it's not like either of us are scared of heights! Heck, I'd jump off of the rig right this second if I knew there was a Plummeting To Your Immediate Doom patch!" Sophie laughed for a moment, but then got this oddly serious look on her face and turned her attention to her grandma. "...Is there a patch like that, troop master?"

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"Ugh…this could not possibly be any slower…" Arnold groaned as he and Aisling wiped away at their third window, with his elated partner humming a soft tune to herself. He could faintly hear it amongst the winds, and it made his nose crinkle. "What's that song? Where is that coming from?"

"My apologies…I'm just humming a little bit. It helps me focus better when I'm working…" Aisling suddenly frowned and looked at Arnold in worry, "D-did you want me to stop? Is it too distracting for you?"

"Don't you look at me like that, gypsy! Just get back to wiping, I don't care if you hum or don't hum! Beh!" Arnold scoffed and got back to work, with Aisling following in suit. It took her a minute, but she did eventually get back to humming her little tune. A few seconds passed, and she heard another set of humming along with her own. She didn't stop, however, only looked over at Arnold and smiled ever so slightly.

"And the next shuttle has arrived, bringing with it the other eight teams! The race for first is sure to heat up quite a bit now, ohhhh yeah!" Duke chanted while the bottom eight teams poured out of the shuttle and headed for the dukebox. They each took a turn getting their tip, and flocked to the top of the building to meet the teams that were still going at it in their tennis challenge.

"Psh…serve or squeegee? There's no chance that…hic…anyone's going to catch me doing a janitor's job!" Logan burped in the middle of her sentence, something that caught the attention of a good deal of the other teams around her. She fumbled over to grab herself a tennis racket, with Evan quietly following after her, ignoring the fact that Phoebe was staring at him in a similar way that Richard stared at people.

"This is just ridiculous…making me play such a niche sport." Ursula groaned as she stepped up to the court, getting ready to swing as the first ball came flying at her. Miraculously, she hit it on her first try, sending it flying far away in the winds and leaving her with a dumbfounded look on her face. "But I…"

"Huh…guess you must just be really good at this middle-aged woman sport, huh, Ursula?" Lady Belle mocked her partner and passed her by to get a second swing in, but the ball hit her in the forehead this time around, causing her to topple over…yet again.

"Lady!" Eliott gasped and rushed to Lady Belle's side, gently caressing her cheek with his hand before glaring right at the tennis machine. In a fury, he grabbed one of the rackets, stepping right up and swinging it directly at the first ball that came his way. It hit, and it hit really hard, with enough force to make sure no one could see it as it flew away. "Nobody knocks down my lady and gets away with it! Stupid machine!"

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"Well, I figured that we were going to have a good tango with more danger by choosing the squeegee, but Eliott here just had to get worked up over that hag and choose the serving!" James crossed his arms and looked down upon his "son." "Sport, you've given me half the mind to ground you with how obnoxious you've been lately."

"You can't ground me, I'm in my twenties! Grounding is for kids and pre-teens, not adults!" Eliott got up in James's face, and the two had a staredown for a moment before the "father" turned away from him.

"Fine, I suppose I'll just have to revoke your allowance until you've learned to respect my authority more." Eliott's jaw dropped while James walked off.

"You don't mean my…man, you gotta pay me!"

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"Ugh…that line is just ridiculous…come on, Phoebe, we're doing the windows." Jamie Lynn aggressively grabbed Phoebe by the wrist, dragging her away with her towards the windows, with the Dweebs and the BFFFLs following after them.

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"I'd honestly have, like, no problem doing the tennis, but Sadie isn't too good with sports…like, any sport!" Katie threw up her arms in exasperation while Sadie giggled with a blush spreading across her face.

"Okay, my hand-eye coordination isn't the best, but the squeegeeing can't be too difficult! It's just going down and wiping a bunch of windows, anyone that's struggling with that probably just isn't cut out for a game like this!" Sadie held up her squeegee excitedly while Katie just stared at her with a blank look on her face. "What's the matter, Katie?"

"Uh…Sadie…that's not a squeegee. That's someone's belt." Sadie looked in her hands to get a better look at the item she had, which was indeed a belt. "Where did you even get a belt?"

"Hm…feels extra breezy up here…a lot more than I anticipated." Andrew looked around at all the winds, holding down his fedora while his shorts billowed away.

"Andrew…buddy…why are there anime girls on your tighty whities?" Richard pointed at Andrew's underwear, which got his attention pretty quickly.

"B-baka! You don't go around and stare at another man's underwear, that's profane!" Andrew scurried away from Richard, chasing after his pants that were already long gone by now.

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"Ughhhhh…ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Arnold continued to whine as he wiped, with Aisling looking over at him, slightly annoyed. "This is taking foreveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer! We would've been at the chill zone already if you would've just let us do the tennis instead of this!"

"We are in first place as far as things go right now, though…we've only got ten windows left, too." Aisling pointed around at the other teams that were on rigs, with the closest being the Wilderness Girls that were about five windows up from them. "I…I guess that the humming really did make us work a lot faster."

"W-what did you say!? I wasn't humming, you were the one humming!" Arnold grumbled and wiped his side of the window while Aisling smiled at him.

"Arnold…I never said that you were humming, did I?" Arnold went silent and Aisling happily wiped her side, with the two descending to window number nine. "Anyways…only nine more to go, so it really shouldn't be that hard for us to get first, right?"

"I hate to admit it, but you are right about that…I never thought I'd live to see the day, but here we are." Arnold didn't look over at Aisling at all, but it was pretty clear from his tone that something was a bit different about his attitude. "After this, I might have to start letting you be in charge of two percent of the decision making."

"Really? Oh, Arnold…that would be wonderful!" Aisling perked up quite a bit, starting to wipe her windows faster until some horribly screeching sound alarmed the two of them. They looked to the side to see Zeke and Lyle with their carrier birds, wiping right in the column next to them.

"Ca-caw, ca-caw!" Zeke barked out his signal while he used his chest to wipe the window, Lyle matching him in proficiency. "Only another eight windows to go, Lyle! I can almost smell the chill zone, and it smells gooooooooooooood!"

"Heck yeah it does, ca-caw!" Lyle chuckled and looked over at Aisling and Arnold, both of which were confusedly staring at the two boys. "Oh, hey guys! Say, would either of you two mind showing me your butts real quick? I gotta check something!" Arnold opened his mouth to say something, but the birds started taking the Conservationists down to the next window. "Ope! Guess I'll have to check back with you guys on that another time! Wooooooohooooo!"

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"...Arnold, I promise you, I never foresaw those two using birds to bring themselves down the building." Aisling pleaded with Arnold, but he thrust his palm to her face and refused to look at or listen to her. "Oh…I was really looking forward to being in charge more often…"

"We really lucked out with those birds…some birds get really offended if you use the wrong call for them. That's what happened to a buddy of mine…poor guy had his fingernails pecked off because he basically insulted a hawk's mother!" Zeke clasped his hands and stared down at his lap, "A moment of silence for all the fingernails we've lost along the way."

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"I never would've guessed this would take so long…maybe it would've been better just to roll with the tennis. I mean, we've never played tennis before, but I imagine hitting one ball back to a machine wouldn't have been that hard, right?" Xavier wiped away at the windows while he spoke to Marty, who grumbled and did the same.

"Yeah, can't say I'm all too thrilled with this challenge…but it looks like we're about halfway done, so that's something, right?" Marty sighed and continued to wipe as they descended to the next window in the line. "Kinda feels like we're missing something, though."

"Cheese, maybe? But he's been gone for a little while now, so I couldn't imagine it's him." Marty shook his head at Xavier, who went to tapping at his chin and thinking.

"Maaaarty!" The duo could hear somebody calling out to them from far away, but just glancing around didn't really show them where the calling was coming from. "Up here!" The boys glanced up to see Sadie and Katie waving at them from a rig that was a lot closer to the roof than they were.

"Oh, hey, guys! Nice to see you again! Meet us at the chill zone after you finish with this, yeah?" Katie nodded back at Xavier, who smiled and got back to work. "It's always nice to have some friendly faces around."

"Yeah, you're right about that…" Marty chuckled while dipping his squeegee into his water bucket. "It's kinda funny, too. I almost feel like whatever was missing before isn't missing anymore. Guess I just wanted to know that our friends were doing good or something."

"...Yeah," Xavier paused and looked at Marty for a second before looking all the way back up at Sadie specifically, who was already starting to wipe her window. With a smile, he looked back at his friend, "Yeah, that must be it." Back up on the roof, more of the tennis playing teams were taking swings at the oncoming balls, with Honey hitting hers pretty easily.

"Woohoo! I got it on the first try!" The dirt-lover ran over to Mitsuki and wrapped her up in a big hug, her chest practically swallowing her face whole before she noticed what she was doing. "W-woops! Don't want you having another freak out and chasing me off of the roof or something."

"It's…fine…" Mitsuki climbed out of Honey's arms and wiped a small stream of blood that was dripping down from her nose, though the blood was quickly replaced by more. "Ugh…great, now I gotta deal with this while trying to hit one of those murder balls. Just wonderf-" A loud smacking sound erupted from behind Mitsuki, followed by some shrill crying. She turned around and saw Olive with a big bruise on her shoulder, crying hysterically. "O-Olive!" In a flurry, she ducked under the oncoming tennis balls and ran over to her race daughter, getting down on her knees and getting a better look at her shoulder. "Oh no, are you okay?"

"T-the ball was comin' real fast, a-and, it went too far, a-and, it hit me right in the arm, a-and…wah!" Olive sobbed louder and Mitsuki gently grabbed her and wrapped her arms around her.

"You're gonna be okay, it's okay!" Honey cocked her head to the side as she watched Mitsuki caring for the crying Olive, with Becky just rolling her eyes nearby. "Y-you know, I hear that tough little girls that don't let tennis machines make them cry usually get to go out for dessert after they reach the chill zone."

"Y-you heard that…?" Olive sniffled and rubbed her eyes, smiling a little bit as Mitsuki continued to comfort her. "D-does that mean that I could go out for dessert after I get to the chill zone…? A-as long as I stop crying…?"

"Hm…something tells me that you might be going out for dessert regardless of if you stop crying or not." Mitsuki's mad parenting skills seemed to do just the trick for Olive, as she sniffled up most of her tears and started to giggle excitedly.

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"...W-what are you doing that for?" Mitsuki groaned and looked up at Honey, who was leaning over her with a sweet smile on her face.

"That was so precious, Mitsuki!" Mitsuki blushed and looked away from her partner, but this didn't stop her from leaning up in her business. "So, where are we taking Olive for dessert?"

"W-we!?"

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"Ca-caw!" Zeke cried out one final time as the birds finally brought him and Lyle down to the ground, dropping them off right in front of the dukebox. "Bird friends, you truly are the best! Thank you for all your help!"

"Thanks, birds! Ca-caw!" Lyle shouted out again and the birds cawed back to him, flying off into the distance and leaving the boys to grab their next tip. "Looks like all that's left is to find the chill zone in the Gold Souk…whatever that is!"

"The Gold Souk, it's just like every other plaza in the world, only it's made entirely out of solid gold!" Duke stood before the entrance to a shop inside the plaza that was, as he had said before, made entirely out of gold. "Our teams will have to call a cab to make their way to this shop, where they'll find the chill zone for this leg! The last team to make sure won't be seeing any gold in the near future, so they'd all better take this seriously!"

"Well, Lyle, looks like we're almost there! Taxi! Ca-caw!" Zeke and Lyle hollered out to the first taxi they saw, which rolled up to them really quickly. The window in the front seat rolled down a bit, revealing that it was being driven by one of the same birds that was just helping them get down from the roof. The two boys gasped and looked at each other excitedly, hopping right into the back of the taxi and zooming off just as Arnold and Aisling made it to the ground.

"Agh! Those zookeepers are already leaving, we gotta get after them! Taxi! Taaaaaaxi!" Arnold screamed at the top of his lungs, and a taxi finally stopped by him and Aisling. The driver waited for him to climb into the back, but as he typically did, he grabbed him and tossed him out of the vehicle, taking his spot in the driver's seat while Aisling hopped into the back of the cab.

"M-my apologies, taxi driver!" Aisling gave her apology, but the man didn't care, as he just started to angrily shout at the two of them in his language while they drove off.

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"Gotta be honest, I'm glad that we're pretty much done with this leg…Dubai is probably the worst place in the world." Lyle kicked a rock away from him with a dull look on his face. "Everything's man-made. I don't wanna be on a man-made island with a bunch of man-made rocks and plants, I'd much rather be deep in the bowels of nature!"

"You said it! It'd be nicer to be walking through endless fields of dung and poison ivy! I don't wanna live a life where there's zero environmental hazards!" Zeke and Lyle nodded their heads together while holding up a sign that read "Dubai Sucks" with the last s being backwards.

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"Tennis? Oh, this is practically just a Sunday activity for me. Ha!" Angel was the next to swing at the tennis challenge, hitting her ball easily before smirking back at Jacque. "Guess you're up, Jacque…try not to make the both of us look incompotent, alright?"

"Psh, as if that would happen." Jacque rolled his eyes and started to walk towards the tennis court, noticing Lady Belle rubbing the sore spot on her forehead all the while. For some reason, as he passed her by, he couldn't shake this eerie feeling. She eventually saw him staring at her and kept her eyes on him as he went up to swing. With the cold stare that was sent his way, he had a lot harder of a time focusing, and missed his swing. "Aw, you've gotta be kiddin' me!"

"Oh, you poor thing…you look so distracted." Lady Belle suddenly appeared right behind Jacque, startling him while he stumbled forward. "So frightened, as well! It's like you've been staying up all night reading…scary stories."

"H-heh…pretty good theory. Was just catching up on current events and what-not. Had nothin' better to do on that long flight, y'know?" Jacque started to nervously side-step away from Lady Belle, catching the attention of Angel, who was just confused.

"Jacque doesn't ever tense up like that, no matter who he's around…what's his deal?" Angel narrowed her eyes at Lady Belle, trying to get a read on her, but not really seeing anything off with her demeanor. She had her standard smile on as she sweetly stared down at the boy.

"Current events, eh? I can't say I've been all too invested in any of those, myself…but there was this one local article that caught my eye." Lady Belle's stare practically pierced Jacque's heart as he stared up at her. "Did you read that one about the missing persons down in Louisiana? Awful shame, what's been happening to those poor boys."

"I-I don't think I got a look at that one, no ma'am." Despite his lie, Lady Belle could tell just how badly Jacque was trying to get out of that conversation with her. "I was looking more so at…er…stuff 'bout places overseas. If I wanted local news, I just step outside and take it in."

"Oh, would you, now?" The two continued to have their little stare down until Angel walked over to Jacque, grabbing him by the arm. "Oh, hello, doll."

"I'm not your doll, if you don't mind…and my partner and I have some game plans to be discussing, so I'll thank you to leave him be." Angel glared at Lady Belle and dragged Jacque away with her, getting a lot quieter once they weren't so close to her. "Jacque, what on Earth is the matter with you? You've never looked so…I believe frightened is the word I'm looking for."

"Angel, I have been saying this whole time that that woman was nothing but trouble, but I never had a clue what the trouble was! Forget the competition, if nothing gets done about her, that Eliott's gonna have more trouble on his hands than he's bargained for!" Jacque glanced back to where Lady Belle was, seeing that Eliott was now smiling like a dork and waving to her as he and James had just finished up with their challenge. "He doesn't realize a lick of what that woman could do to him…"

"...Now, pray tell, why should we care so much about that?" Angel didn't look convinced of anything being that wrong with the situation.

"Angel, I can't go blabbing my trap all over about it, that's not gonna do us any good! I'm half sure she knows I know about what she's up to, anyways!" Jacque looked up to Angel, the worry clear in his eyes. "For the love of everything, Angel…I know we've had it out for each other many times in the past, but you've gotta just listen to me this once. We have gotta help that boy before no one hears from him ever again."

"Before what…?" Angel suddenly got that concerned look that Jacque had, the pieces starting to click together. "Goodness, Jacque…what have you gotten us into…? Alright, we'll do whatever you want to do, just don't make it be anything too dumb." Some ways away, Lady Belle had purposefully missed her next swing at the tennis ball, walking back to an annoyed Ursula shortly after.

"What in the world was that!? Were you even aiming at the ball that time!?" Ursula groaned and looked up to see Lady Belle staring at Jacque with that same smile from before. "Oh, dear…don't tell me it's this early and we already have to deal with that…"

"I wouldn't worry too much, Ursula…it looks like this leg is just going to end in a really close call for us. Or perhaps…the gap will be a lot wider than I anticipate it to be."

Confessional

"A little bit of challenge throwing never did anyone too much harm…so I'll miss a swing or two…or three…or four! As much as I need to miss until only two teams are left standing on this roof!" Lady Belle laughed hysterically while Ursula filed away at her nails, "Things could've worked out a lot differently between Jacque and I if he wanted to be my little working boy…but I guess there's no good for the superstitious, is there?"

"I admit, I have been getting a bit bored just playing innocent babe this whole time, but it looks like I have to keep it up. Have fun with your little vendetta or whatever this is." Ursula finished filing her nails and started to paint them with red polish in an hourglass design.

"Eliott's not gonna listen to a word I've gotta say, but maybe if we can figure out a way to get those ladies out of the race, he won't have to listen to me! I just gotta keep them apart so his senses can come back to him, is all." Jacque tried to appear confident, as he usually did, but it wasn't working too well for him, as he looked sick to his stomach.

"I still don't fully understand what's going on here, but anything that could worry Jacque this much has got to be bad news. We don't get along very well, but I can guarantee you that I know more about him than anyone else." Jacque raised a finger and opened his mouth to dispute this, but gave up before he even said anything. "See? Even he knows it."

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"Ugh, Zeke…this place is really hurting my feet something fierce! Walking on this gold floor is basically like walking on…well…a metal floor!" Lyle groaned as he and Zeke ran through the Gold Souk, searching for the entrance to the shop with the chill zone. "All these shops just look the same, too, so it's not like those are helping us out at all!"

"Yeah…there isn't even the scent of fresh air to guide us towards our next destination. But think of it this way! The sooner we get to the end of this leg, the sooner we'll get the heck out of Dubai!" The encouraging words from Zeke got Lyle to pick up the pace a bit, and the two kept running in search of the shop. "Just look for the wide open doors with the golden chill zone inside! Ugh…if only this whole dang place wasn't already made of gold! This is such a waste of the Earth's minerals, people!"

"Yeah, people! Ah! But, Zeke, look! I think I see it!" Lyle pointed dead ahead at the only open set of doors in sight, and the two started running as fast as they could, skidding to a halt inside the shop right as they landed on the chill zone.

"Zeke and Lyle I…I honestly can't believe I'm about to say this, but you guys somehow managed to get first place." Duke stared at the duo in complete disbelief as they started to bro hug each other. "Man, I'd really hate to be the second team to show up after these clowns! But luckily for me, I don't have to be, cause that honor is going to Arnold and Aisling!"

"Great, just great! Not only did we get second place, but we got second place to those two! Aisling, they don't even wear shoes half the time they're competing, how are we supposed to feel about losing to them!?" Aisling shriveled up as Arnold angrily clutched at his hair and tugged on it. "Ugh, whatever! This is just my punishment for letting you and your orb tell me what to do…I should've known not to listen to you!"

"Arnold, I'm sorry, I really didn't know that they would have help from the birds…" Arnold stormed off, leaving Aisling to sigh as she was left in the chill zone, alone…again.

Confessional

"The ball told me that…if we were to have done the tennis, as Arnold originally wished to do, we would've placed much lower than second…not last, but somewhere close to there." Aisling blushed and looked down while rubbing the ball in her hands. "A-admittedly, that would've been my fault…tennis and I aren't the best of friends. B-but…fate didn't account for Zeke and Lyle being nature callers…such a dirty little trick…but influencing the spirits of animals is still an impressive feat, I suppose."

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"And…done!" Xavier wiped the sweat from his brow as he climbed out of his rig and dropped his thoroughly used squeegee into the bucket that was left on the rig. "Guess we'd better get a move on, yeah? We could probably get a pretty good placement, still." He looked over to Marty, who was staring up at Sadie and Katie, who were still a lot further up than they were. "Marty?"

"Y-yeah, man…we'll get…actually…you mind if we just stick around for a little bit longer?" Marty looked back at Xavier with a hopeful look in his eyes, "I just felt kinda bad about leaving those two behind in Hawaii…it wouldn't be so bad to have them around us for the start of the next leg, right?"

"No, I don't think that would be that bad at all. We can wait for 'em," Xavier smiled and leaned up against the rig, just smiling as he watched Marty stare up at Sadie and Katie.

"There's, like, soooo many windows left, Katie! How are we even supposed to wash all these windows in the first place?" Sadie wiped away at the windows, but she wasn't really looking at what she was doing, as she was more interested in looking at Marty with her "googoo" eyes."

"Well, looking at what you're doing would probably be a good start…not to mention turning your squeegee around so that you're actually wiping the right way." Sadie looked back to see that she definitely was holding it backwards, and quickly flipped it around in her embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry, I guess I just got distracted by something…" Sadie gulped nervously, looking at Katie to see that the obnoxious grin from before was back on her face. "Y-you stop that! It's not what you think it is!"

"Oh, I think it's exactly what I think it is!" Katie giggled while Sadie grumbled and looked away again. "Oh, relax! It's not a bad thing to have a crush on somebody…besides, he's, like, super nice to you all the time!"

"I-I don't have a crush on him!" Sadie could practically feel the grin on Katie's face, only making her blushing get a lot worse. "Oh, alright! I have a crush on him! I have a super duper, big, fat crush on him! I don't even know what to do about it!"

"In my expert opinion, I'd say the best thing to do is just tell him about how you're feeling. You never know, he might feel the exact same way." Katie looked down at Marty and Xavier, smiling and waving to them. "I mean, the two of them are even waiting for us down there."

"I noticed that…but if Marty doesn't feel the same way about me, I'm just gonna make a fool of myself! Oh, you were always way better with these emotional things! I just keep worrying that I'll screw it up! I can't tell him, I just can't!" Sadie sighed and went back to washing her windows while Katie shrugged at her.

"Suit yourself, Sadie! I won't force you to do it, but I do think you should give it a shot at some point!" Katie giggled some more, and the camera panned away from them and towards the Awkward Neighbors, who were much further down than them, almost to the end of their column at this point.

"We're almost to the bottom already, so you'd better stay focused! I saw a whole bunch of people leaving the building already, so if anything happens to us, it's going to be your fault, you got it?" Jamie Lynn barked at Phoebe, who weakly nodded and just tried to ignore the fact that the two of them were currently several feet into the air on a shaky rig. As they worked away on wiping their windows, Richard and Andrew descended to the same row as them. "Oh, whaddya know, it's the Dweebs…my absolute favorite team."

"Yeah, we are pretty great, aren't we?" Richard beamed as he wiped his side of the window, staring past Jamie Lynn to get a better look at the other half of the team. "Jamie Lynn, if you wouldn't mind moving your fat ass out of the way, I'm trying to see what your partner's up to."

"Oh you want me to move out of the way? You've got it!" Jamie Lynn smirked and descended to the next row of windows, snickering evilly. "Phoebe, pick up the pace. I don't want those dweebs catching up to us!"

"I-if you say so…" Phoebe sighed and started squeegee a little bit faster when some soft flute melody started to play. The air grew cloudy, and winds seemed to swirl around the rig of the Dweebs, which caught both of the girls' attention. "J-Jamie Lynn…what do you think is happening up there?"

"Some more dweeb nonsense…just ignore it and keep working, okay?" Phoebe gulped nervously and nodded her head, continuing to squeegee away while Richard observed Andrew with a grin on his face.

"It's quite the terrible day for rain, but never too terrible a day for my water sniffing technique! I can sniff the water down to its very molecule, and I understand everything that it is or ever will be." Andrew's fedora was tipped in front of his eyes as he started to do a duelist's dance with his squeegee. "Water Sniffing Technique: Third Form - Monsoon Wipe!" One quick swipe of the squeegee seemed to pull the water from the very clouds that had formed overhead, wiping down each of the winds in the Dweebs' column in a swift motion. Jamie Lynn's jaw dropped as she watched the duo start descending past her and Phoebe.

"So, yeah, see you two at the chill zone!" Richard waved to them with a cocky, little grin on his face, which got Phoebe giggling a little bit.

Confessional

"You can't just…I mean that…that's not fair! Andrew needs to be bonked with a penalty for cheating soon or something, I mean, come on! Ugh!" Jamie Lynn angrily kicked the wall while Phoebe continued to giggle at her. "You! Don't you dare laugh at me, this isn't funny at all!"

"I mean…i-it's kinda just a little bit funny, don't you think?" Phoebe grabbed her squeegee and started imitating Andrew's movements from before. "Monsoon Wipe!"

"You're an idiot, you know that?" Jamie Lynn sighed and walked away from Phoebe, who kept dancing like Andrew.

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Back up on the roof, Lady Belle was still staring Jacque down like a hungry tiger, just waiting for the right opportunity for her to strike at him. Her and Ursula had done quite a bit to make sure that the other teams were hitting their shots when they had to take them, and this had only left Logan as the outlier of those who still had to hit the ball. She wobbled as she walked up to the machine, having quite the hard time actually holding her racket straight.

"Hic! Ah…it's my turn again…?" Evan groaned as he watched Logan bumble around, ignoring the fact that this whole thing was his fault. "I'm gonna hit it this time…that little ball doesn't even know what it's…hic…in for!" She readied her swing and the ball shot out at her, coming at tremendous speeds. Evan continued to pout, as he saw that she was off center, and the ball was surely going to fly past her, when suddenly…

"Woops!" Ursula stumbled forward, bumping into Logan and moving her just enough so that her racket made contact with the ball, knocking it back just a little bit. "Oh dear…so sorry about that little accident. But, would you look at that…it seems that you've hit the ball. I guess that means you get to go ahead, now!"

"You bet your sweet ass it does!" Logan drunkenly giggled, dropping her racket down and starting to stumble towards Evan, who was just waiting for her to move it along at this point. "See, Evan? Hic! I'm so good at tennis…I would probably be a tennis champion if I ever played in the Olympics! Hic!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you would, Logan. Let's go to the chill zone already, alright? I don't wanna spend anymore time up here with all these other teams already finished with their parts of the challenge." Evan grabbed Logan by the arm and started to lead her back to the stairwell, shutting the door behind them and leaving only the Bachelorettes and the Reality Show Rivals on the roof. There was complete silence for a moment until Jacque realized it was his turn again.

"W-well…alright! Guess it's my turn to get another smack in on that thing, isn't it?" Jacque nervously stepped back to the court, still feeling Lady Belle's stare on the back of his head.

"Oh, Jacque…you know, you really do look quite muscular when you're in that striking position." Lady Belle's compliment normally would've sent someone like Eliott to the moon, but for Jacque, it was just chilling. The chill that ran down his spine got him off of his game again, and when the ball came flying at him, he missed his swing. Angel glared back at the Bachelorettes again, pointing her tennis racket at them.

"Can you keep your mouth quiet when he's trying to do the challenge? It's hard to focus with an old bag running her droopy lips!" Lady Belle didn't stop smiling, in fact, her smile seemed to get even wider once Angel had insulted her, a sight that brought Ursula some joy as well.

"Careful now, Angel…I hear Lady Belle really doesn't like being talked back to. Especially by bratty little girls, like yourself." Ursula chuckled behind her hand while Angel started to get flustered, gripping onto her tennis racket tighter than before.

"Alright, we got more teams rolling in, let's go!" Duke chanted as team by team reached the chill zone in the store, greeting them all as he saw them. "We've got the Wilderness Girls in third! "Father and Son?" in an astounding fourth! Hottie and Nottie keeping close to the top in fifth! Bloody Prom Queens, no shock that you guys are just after them in sixth! And our YouTuber and Editor rolling in at seventh place for the leg!"

"You want me to keep quiet, do you? Well, I was planning on hitting this next one, so you won't have to worry much about me saying anything else. I'll be gone soon enough!" Lady Belle winked at Angel, who started gritting her teeth in anger while she moved to where Jacque was just standing, getting ready to swing.

"You want to get all cocky with me, do you? I didn't know that cockiness came with a free pair of oversized, saggy windbags on the chest!" Lady Belle's eyes went wide as Angel started taunting her from outside of the tennis court. "By the way, has Eliott told you about all the gray hairs on your head? Maybe he's just into grandmas, but I find that a bit foul."

"Watch your tongue, little missy! You don't wanna bite it off when you're talking those nasty words of yours!" Lady Belle tried her best to stay looking happy, but it just seemed like she was getting angrier, judging by how tight her grip on the racket was getting.

"Glow-Up Gals, eighth place, not too shabby!" Duke had more teams pulling into the chill zone at this point, and the store was getting to be quite crowded. "Basketball Team, ninth! Dweebs! Tenth! Vicious Pop Stars, eleventh!"

"Oh no, don't clutch at your racket like a necklace of pearls! Such an old lady thing to do, you know? Not that there's anything wrong with being a dusty, old lady with a dusty, old snatch." Lady Belle started breathing heavily, her grip tightening more than before while Ursula watched her nervously. "What's wrong, lady? Am I striking a nerve? Or would I be, if your skin was young enough to even have nerves? Aren't they like all those other parts of you that 'died off long ago?'"

"C-careful now! I've got half the mind to smack you upside the head for speaking to me like that!" Angel's glare worsened as everyone was just waiting for the ball to fire out of the machine at this point.

"Awkward Neighbors, you guys are twelfth! That puts the Friendly Duo in thirteenth and the BFFFLs in fourteenth!" With Sadie and Katie just stepping off of the chill zone, Duke cracked his neck and smirked at the camera. "Only one more team gets to stay tonight, and there's no telling what's about to happen on that roof!"

"Tell me, Lady, do you still read hieroglyphs, or have you moved onto modern language like the rest of us?"Angel spat the last insult she could muster before the tennis ball flew out of the machine. She had hoped that, in her anger, Lady Belle might miss the shot, but the very opposite happened. She hit the ball…she hit it quite hard. It struck the robot, bouncing right back at incredible speeds and knocking Angel right square in the chin.

"Angel!" Jacque caught his partner before she could fall, with Ursula rushing to grab Lady Belle, who was running towards them.

"Let go of me, I'm gonna rip that little slut's face off and staple it to my goddamn wall!" As Lady Belle continued to struggle against Ursula, the latter stuck her tongue out at Jacque and dragged her partner with her through the stairwell.

"Jacque, h-hit the ball already…the machine is busted…" Angel spoke very softly, a couple of her teeth having been knocked out by the tennis ball from before. Jacque ran over as quick as he could to hit the next one that came, which was a lot slower than the rest up to this point. He hit it and immediately ran back to his partner, hoisting her up onto his shoulders. "I tried to distract her…my face doesn't look too bad, does it?"

"It's as perfect as it always is, but you were just fishing for a compliment there, weren't you?" Jacque chuckled a bit, with Angel managing to force a slight smile as he carried her down the stairs with him.

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"...And here comes the team for fifteenth place: the Bachelorettes!" Duke congratulated the two women as they reached the chill zone. Despite the namesake of what they stood on, Lady Belle was anything but chill. "Yeesh…Ursula, you might wanna go give her an ice bath or something. In more ways than one, that is one hot momma!" Ursula dragged the enraged Lady Belle away just as Jacque was stumbling over to the chill zone with Angel still propped up on his shoulder. "Yeesh…Angel really just is a pain magnet, isn't she? Sorry Rivals, but you guys are out!"

"We didn't do it…didn't get those two out of the game, I mean. Hell, I don't even know what's gonna happen if Eliott keeps lettin' himself be wooed by that devil woman." As Jacque spoke, the clip of Angel getting tripped by Kotomi with a stick back in Toronto played.

"I don't know, but I can't say I've got the energy in me to care about that anymore…I used all my extra care to try and mess up Lady Belle, but it just got me knocked in the chin by a loose tennis ball." Angel slurred her words a bit, mostly just sounding like her mouth was swollen or something, and the view of Zeke and Lyle's shoes hitting her in the head on the stairs in Toronto played.

"Yeah…real sorry 'bout that, Angel. I should've known that it was going to go poorly if we tried anything…it's my fault that we got out this time, I'll be the first to admit it." The next clip played, showing Angel getting her nose swollen from when she hit her face on the mat back in Transylvania.

"Oh, you're showing so much growth…and that Duke really is only showing clips of me getting injured, isn't he? How is that fair, Duke?" As if by some miracle, the next clip that played was from Hawaii, when Jacque dove into the bay and accidentally knocked his face on Mitsuki's fist when she came up from the water. "Thank you!"

"You know, there's always other shows out there that we can join…hopefully some still as partners." Jacque continued to carry Angel on his shoulder as he walked back through the halls of the Gold Souk. "I figure we could stand to learn a bit more from each other…ain't no better ally than your greatest enemy."

"On that, you and I actually agree."

22nd: The Rivalry Twins - Maya and Jeremy

21st: The Dual Artists - Zerine and Sua

20th: The Cool Guys - Evander and Kurt

19th: The Mystical Opposites - Flora and Helena

N/A: The Mouse - Cheese

18th: The Dynamic Gamers - Colin and Freddy

17th: The Sailor America Fans: Lukas and Sunny

16th: The Reality Show Rivals: Jacque and Angel