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Chapter eleven - The really weird task

The Hyper Force, with Otto carrying Mr Jeepers, made their way back to the beach, wondering what kind of task awaited them.

After a few minutes of walking, the host stopped them and grinned evilly. "Here is your next task!" he laughed. He pointed over to seven holes in the ground, one slightly bigger than the rest.

The contestants' were confused. They were doubly confused when the host handed them small plastic spoons.

"What's all this about?" said Sparx loudly.

The host glared at him. "I'll tell you soon!" he snapped. "Be patient!" Sparx nodded slowly, and began to wonder if everyone had lost their sanity yet.

The host stared at all the contestants, a slight look of humour in his eyes. "The task is this: I will bury you all in these hole, but only up to your shoulders, so your heads will be sticking out. When I say 'go', you have to dig yourselves out of the hole using these spoons."

Antauri raised his hand. The host sighed. "What is it?" he asked the little monkey.

"How are we meant to dig ourselves out of our arms are buried?" he asked.

"Well," said the host. "It's quite simple. You hold the spoon in your mouth." As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's jaw's dropped.

"Our... our MOUTHS?"

"My mouth was not made for these purposes!"

"I wanna use a green spoon!"

"Well!" said the host a little too merrily. "I'd better start getting you lot in there if we want to get this task done at all!"

So the host set to work. Chiro was buried first and, after several bruises, Nova came after. Soon, everyone was neck-high in sand.

"I hate sand." Chiro muttered, as he usually does.

The host gave them the spoons and after much complaining, finally gave Otto the green one.

"Ready..." said the host. The contestants chewed the ends of the spoons in discomfort.

"Set..." said the host. The contestants twitched nervously.

"GO!" the host cried. The unfortunate seven began digging like crazy, but Sparx dropped his spoon and couldn't pick it up again. Even after much pleading, the host refused to help the red monkey.

Minutes ticked on. Chiro had made little progress, Nova was freeing her left arm while Sparx was still stuck in the starting position with his spoon lying uselessly on the ground, a few centimeters out of reach.

The one who was probably going to win was Antauri He was up to his legs when he realised he could just step out of the hole instead of digging some more. To prove it, he stepped out of the hole.

"WE HAVE A WINNER!" the host cried. "ANTAURI HAS WON IMMUNITY!"

Antauri grinned proudly as the host placed the shell necklace around the monkey's neck.

Half an hour later, six contestants were out of the holes and about to go back to camp. Six? Yes, Sparx was still buried up to his neck in sand.

"Help me, Nova!" the poor monkey pleaded. "I won't vote for you when we make it to the final three!"

"Who says you'll make it that far?" said Nova with an evil grin on her face (much like the grins the host does). And with that, she left Sparx on the beach.

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Lunch was the first thing the seven contestants (Sparx made it out of the hole) saw and smelt when they got back.

"I haven't seen you in a while," said Bill, holding a wooden plate with brownish-black mush on it, "So I decided to make you lunch! Save this black monkey some work."

From the looks of things, the Hyper Force wanted Antauri to resume his job as the cook and have Bill's lunches caught and shot. But they pretended to be grateful when they each took their own share of 'mush'.

Chiro looked at the lunch nervously. "I might get food poisoning!" he whispered to Antauri.

Antauri looked at the lumps in the mush. "That looks like meat!" he hissed. "I'm finding my own lunch!" Antauri then stormed off, leaving the others to their lunch.

Otto nudged the lunch. "I don't think I'm hungry." he said quietly, and tip-toed off before Bill noticed.

Bill turned around and noticed Otto and Antauri were gone. "Where did they go off to?" he wondered aloud.

"Gone to get water!" said Sparx quickly.

"Oh, okay." said Bill. "I'll just watch you eat your lunch..."

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A few hours later, it was nightfall. The contestants were asleep, when a loud rustling broke out. Antauri woke up, and saw that Chira and Chiroo had arrived.

"Where did you go off to?" asked Antauri, trying not to make the twins cry.

"We were collecting more makeup!" said Chiroo happily. "And we're going to give some to Chiro!"

Antauri suddenly realised what danger Chiro was in. He had to save his leader! But he had to do in in a manner that wouldn't make the twins cry, or it would mean doom for him.

Chira placed her index finger over her lips. "Don't tell him!" she said. "We want it to be a surprise!"

"Chiro doesn't like surprises!" said Antauri desperately. "And he's allergic to makeup!" The excuses sounded lame, but it was all he could think of.

"No he isn't!" said Chiroo. "Because then we would be allergic to makeup too! We are his clones, you know!"

Antauri cursed. "I hate you." he whispered. Unluckily for him, the twins heard.

"You... you hate us?" sobbed Chira. Chiroo began to cry as well, and their wailing sounds echoed throughout the camp. Strangely, Chiro was the only one who didn't wake up.

"WHAT IS MAKING THAT RACKET?" yelled Gibson.

"Is that the sound of Nova singing?" joked Sparx, and immediately regretted it as Nova's hand flew at his head.

"The black monkey's being mean!" cried Chiroo.

"We just wanted to put makeup on Chiro!" wailed Chira.

Everyone stopped yelling, and exchanged glances. For once, the twins had thought up a good idea...

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