Well... I read the new reviews and it was a bit astounding, the amount of people who apologized and didn't need to, but thanks anyway.
Hey! Guess what? In this chapter you'll find out the winner!
Well, I found out something important... you'll find out in the story.
Chapter Twenty-one - The Ultimate Survivor
Day. Or dawn, I should say. The sky was streaked with red and orange, with about a tenth of the sun on the horizon. It would've been a nice view, if the contestants were willing to view it. They were too excited, knowing this was the day to determine the Ultimate Survivor.
The host was a bit more polite today. "Contestants," came the voice over the megaphone, "please make your way to the beach for your last task."
"What's with him?" Chiro asked Antauri.
The black monkey shrugged. "I think because of the 'presents' he gave us last night, his boss raised his pay." he pointed out. The two grinned, and made their way to the beach. (Carrying Mr Jeepers, of course.)
When they got there, the host had been waiting for them.
"I couldn't think of a task," he said, "so I decided to just get this one with a running race."
Antauri and Chiro looked along the beach. There was seaweed lined in two parallel lines, with a small banner at each end. One was labeled 'Start' and the other was obviously 'Finish'. The distance was only about 100 meters.
The three contestants were lined up at the 'Start' banner. The host stood behind them, reciting the rules.
"... no purposely tripping each other over, no barging, no violence, and no sore losers and no bragging winners. Now here are the important rules: THE ONE WHO COMES LAST WILL AUTOMATICALLY BE EVICTED FROM SURVIVOR. THE OTHER TWO WILL FACE ONE LAST TRIBAL COUNCIL before we determine the winner."
Chiro had his hand up. "But they'll just vote for each other," he pointed out, "and the vote tally will be even!"
"That's where you're wrong!" the host answered, and would say nothing more. He took a few steps back and raised a shotgun. "THREE!" he shouted. "TWO! ONE! GO!"
Chiro got ahead for a little bit. Then Antauri decided a comeback would be nice, and jumped on his leader.
All in the while, the wind was blowing. It was a very strong gale.
Antauri and Chiro were jumping on each other, grabbing the other's foot and all in all, disobeying the host's rules. Mr Jeepers sat motionless at the start,
The wind blew stronger. Mr Jeepers rolled forward an inch or two, and fell on his front. Still Antauri and Chiro fought to win the race.
The wind blew harder. Mr Jeepers was bouncing now - bouncing towards the finish line. The wind was so strong it seemed to push Chiro and Antauri along.
Antauri stopped biting Chiro's head and looked up. Mr Jeepers had just rolled over the line.
Chiro had noticed this too, and then the two finally stopped fighting. Antauri two steps and a leap, passing over the finish line.
Chiro finished a few seconds later. He knew what was coming - he was out of Survivor.
"Chiro, you have no flame." said the host. "Instead, could you make your way towards Tribal Council."
Chiro was about to ask why, when the host gave him the most evilest glare. Chiro shut his mouth and ran off.
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Antauri sat in the camp. It was the most dullest and boring hours of his life - he was made to do nothing for three hours while he waited for the host to set up the final Tribal Council.
Five minutes...
Ten minutes...
Twenty minutes...
Antauri sighed. This had all turned out to be one big mess. He stood up - and noticed something strange. Very strange.
He frowned. The tree which he had been peeling the day before had a whole chunk of bark pulled off it. And there was a clear layer that looked like plastic underneath it.
"What's this?" he wondered aloud. He went over to the tree and tapped the clear layer - it was plastic. And what he had thought was bark was brown paper.
"This tree's... fake?" he gasped. He went to the next tree and pulled a layer of bark off. It was also plastic.
Plastic, plastic, plastic. In a frenzy, Antauri ripped the bark off all the trees close to camp. They were all plastic. And little did he know, the trees on Exile Island were plastic as well.
He thought there was something strange about the island. It was all a fake.
He then went crazy and began his mission to pull the brown paper off all the plastic, and before he knew it the sky was dark and his three hours was up.
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Antauri carried Mr Jeepers to Tribal Council. It was dusk, and the evening heat was disappearing. Antauri made it back to Tribal Council, and dropped Mr Jeepers in surprise. There were twice as many cameramen...
... and all the evicted contestants were there. Skeleton King, Scrapperton, Sparx, Gibson, Mandarin, everyone. They were all there.
"Holy... Holy Shuggazoom!" cried Antauri. "What are you all doing here?"
"We're voting." said Nova, with a glare on her face. She hadn't quite forgiven him for backstabbing.
"We vote for who we think should win!" burbled Otto. He was very excited.
"Now..." said the host. "You evicted contestants vote for who you think should win. Put your name at the top of the sheet of paper, so then Antauri can kill you if you vote for Mr Jeepers."
The host looked around to see if anyone laughed at his joke. Nobody laughed.
"Hrrmph..." the host muttered. "Nova! You first!"
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Everyone had placed their vote and were looking quite pleased with themselves. Only Nova was unsure.
"Can... Can I change my vote?" she pleaded.
"No!" the host snapped. Nova grumbled as she went back to her seat.
The host went into the voting hut thing and came out with the voting jar. "Time to count the votes!" he said. He pulled out the first one:
"Sparx: You voted for... Antauri."
Antauri sighed with relief, for at least one person wanted him to win.
"Nova..." said the host, looking at a slip of paper. "You voted for Mr Jeepers. Apparently you are still quite mad at Antauri."
Nova glared at the host. Also she wanted him to shut up.
The reading of the votes went on like this. Each time he read out the voter and the voted. In the end, the votes were a bit like this: (Remember they had to vote for the person they wanted to win!)
Sparx voted for Antauri.
Nova voted for Mr Jeepers.
Chiro voted for Antauri.
Otto voted for Antauri.
Gibson voted for Antauri.
Skeleton King voted for Mr Jeepers.
Mandarin voted for Mr Jeepers.
Scrapperton voted for Mr Jeepers.
Sakko voted for Mr Jeepers.
"The score," said the host, "Is... four to Antauri... and five to Mr Jeepers."
An explosion went off through the contestants. One vote between the two. All because Nova voted for Mr Jeepers - if she hadn't Antauri would've won.
"MR JEEPERS IS... THE ULTIMATE SURVIVOR!" cried the host.
The whole Hyper Force, including Nova, screamed in horror. They were beaten... they were all beaten by a toy.
Someone ran out through the trees. It was a citizen of Shuggazoom City. He dashed over to Mr Jeepers and lifted him high above his head. He was, apparently, Mr Jeepers' owner.
"Mr Jeepers!" he cried. "You little Survivor! I'm so proud of you!"
"What the-?" stammered the host. "How did you get here?"
The citizen said nothing, not unless you include the countless compliments aimed at Mr Jeepers. The host pulled out a check, wrote 'Survivor Shuggazoom' and then scribbled on it 'ONE MILLION DOLLARS'. The whole Monkey Team ignored him - they were currently in mourning.
When the mourning session was over, they decided to rampage the whole island and wreck it. Antauri saw something out of the corner of his eye - a tree.
A peeling tree.
He remembered the plastic trees, and pulled at Chiro's arm. "Chiro!" he said urgently. "Chiro! I found out something! The trees are plastic!"
Chiro stopped bashing a tree with a dead branch. "W...W-What?" he stammered. "Plastic?"
"Yes!" said Antauri, and to prove it he ripped a chunk out of a nearby tree. There was nothing but a layer of plastic underneath it.
Chiro was astounded. "All these trees are fake?"
"Yes!"
The two stormed over to the host and confronted him. The host put up pathetic excuses, like, "...I had nothing to do with it!"
Antauri and Chiro, in a rage, chased the host up a plastic tree, threatening him that if he ever came down...
Yet everyone was sure that when they got back to Shuggazoom, things would go back to normal.
Author's Note: Antauri and Chiro sued the host for one million dollars. They won, and Survivor Shuggazoom was never aired again.
Yay! FINISHED finally! But there's one more chapter to go... one important chapter... review!