Total Drama Reboot (Version 2)

by thenewdrama101

After the events of "Total Drama: Revenge of the Island", Chris McClain has been rehabilitated and convinced the producers to green light another season... on one condition. A completely new and full cast! With a large, diverse cast of likable (for the most part) and willing teenagers, the million dollar prize is back on the line. Who will fall? Who will take it all? Find out now!

6. Get Off The Stage!

Episode 5: "Get off the Stage!"

Chris: "Last time on Total Drama Reboot… Our guineapigs were pushed to their limit through a series of sports. Goalies dodged, arrows were shot, balls were thrown, and in a surprising twist of events, Elliott managed to finally pull out a win for his fellow team mates. Will the Goblins be able to maintain a stable win streak, or will the Spiders put them back in their place? Find out only here, on Total…Drama… REBOOT!"

Intro…

The female Spiders were currently showering, in preparation for whatever Chris had in store for them. However, while PJ, Jane, Nikki, and Mary Anne were attempting to simply enjoy their morning and the hot water accompanying them, Ronda was adamant of discussing the previous failure, much to their annoyance.

Ronda: "—so, I expect all of you to put in 110 percent this time. Especially you, Natalia. The only reason you're still here is because Gordon was more useless…", she said, earning a sad yet innocent look from Natalia, who was standing next to her while wrapped in a towel.

PJ: "Newsflash, genius, all of us were trying last challenge, not just you. Get over yourself…"

PJ: "Do you know how annoying it is to have someone constantly getting in your face about losing a game? It's been just three days of straight 'you need to do this', 'why didn't you guys do this', and 'why am I the only person doing this' from her. She even tried to tell me that I need to stop spending so much time writing in my 'little journal' like that had anything to do with us losing."

Ronda: "Excuse me!?"

PJ: "Did I stutter?"

Natalia: "Ladies, please—", she said as Ronda twisted the water on in the sink, making the water hotter in the shower. As expected, the girls yelped out in pain, with Nikki being the exception.

Nikki: "AH, YES! It burns so good!"

Mary Anne: "FUCK! GODDAMMIT, BITCH!", she shouted out in anger. She then burst through her stall, wrapped in a towel of course, furious at Ronda's irrational actions. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Natalia: "Mary Anne, calm down!", she said as she quickly ran between the two girls. "Deep breaths, remember?"

Mary Anne: "Deep breaths… Deep breaths… Fine… But I can't promise that by the end of this season I'm not gonna rip this bitch's head off."

Natalia: "Mary Anne has the most severe case of anger management issues I've ever seen in my life. That's why I've helped her develop strategies to ease herself. It's a part of my path to becoming a human and animal psychologist."

Mary Anne: "Apparently I got 'anger management issues' or whatever. Total bullshit by the way. It's not that I have 'anger issues', it's that other people have the tendency to piss me the fuck off."

Later…

Later on, the Spiders reluctantly went to the mess hall to have the horror that is Chef's cooking. After getting used to five-star meals and other wise delicious food for the past couple of episodes, Chef's food seemed ten times worse by comparison. Or that could've just been him taking his anger out on the contestants through their food due to the destruction of his kitchen.

Aaron: "Man, I used to think Chef's food was pretty good, but I'm so used to the hotel food that this tastes worse by comparison now. Maybe it just needs salt"

Aaron then sprinkled a healthy amount of salt on the questionable dish before taking another bite. However, upon taking a spoon full, he found some of Chef's dirty underwear in it. He spit the piece of clothing out with force before looking up and seeing that he spit it right in Cecil's face.

Aaron: "Woops! Sorry, Cecil!", he said as Cecil threw his bowl at his face in anger.

Kevon: "You guys think Chef's still ticked off about the kitchen?"

PJ: "No one serves food like this unless they're out for vengeance."

Jane: "Man, this is some bullshit. Whoever wrecked the kitchen should just own up to it already. My stomach can't take anymore of—whatever this is!"

Gavin: "Oh, come on now, guys. I mean, who knows if it was a contestant that did it. What if it was just a mutated spi—"

Natalia: "OOPS, I dropped my fork!", she interrupted. "Would you please assist me in picking it up, Gavin?"

Gavin: "Oh, um—okay?", he said as he went under. "Wow. There's a lot of gum under these tables. Someone should really clean them."

Natalia: "Gavin!", she whispered. "You have to do a better job at keeping Fu—I mean, him a secret."

Gavin: "I'm trying, Nat, I really am. But I'm falling apart over here. Just yesterday Donnie almost made me crack."

Flashback…

Donnie, during one of the contestants off days in which they didn't have a challenge, was spending his time doing what he enjoyed most; gaming. Sitting on top of his bunk bed, covers carefully concealing his back up device incase Chris or Chef randomly decided to bust in, and a room temperature bottle of water by his side. Had it not been for him beating the level he was currently on, he wouldn't have even noticed Gavin enter the cabin, with his usual lighthearted smile slapped right onto his face.

Donnie: "Hey, Gavin."

Gavin: "IT WASN'T ME!", he shouted, before quickly bolting out of the cabin. Confused, Donnie then proceeded to breathe into his palm and smell it, seeing whether or not his breath was bad.

Donnie: "Jeez…"

End Flashback…

Nikki: "You guys whisper really loudly."

Gavin: "Gah! BOLLUCKS!", he shouted, jumping up and hitting his head under the table. While the Brit's fellow team mates were staring him down in amusement and confusion, Elliott walked through the door with a grin on his face. This caused Ronda to get even angrier about the loss, as the Spiders would've won for sure had it not been for his brains and strategies.

Quipnay: "What took you so long, sleepy head?"

Elliott: "I just got the BEST—well, only massage I've ever gotten, but the best regardless. It was from this really hot Italian masseuse", he said as he sat with his team. Ronda, in a state of aggravation and jealousy, took Donnie's full bowl of food and hurled it at Elliott's crotch with full force.

Elliott: "Mommy…", he squealed.

Liz: "What the heck was that for!?"

Ronda: "Oops, slipped."

Liz: "No, no, no, no", she said as she got up from her seat and started to walk over. "I saw you with my own eyes. You did that on purpose!"

Michael: "Woah, woah, woah, easy, Liz", he said as he stopped her, with smiling spread wide across his face. "Ronda's just coming down with a mild case of jealousy, is all."

Ronda: "Laugh it up, freckles, because you won't have the luxury of that spa hotel again, that I promise you!"

Kevon: "Yo, Ronda, chill out. It's not that serious."

As Ronda was about to respond, Chris burst through the door to the mess hall with an announcement.

Chris: "Good morning, campers! It's time for your next challenge."

Jane: "Let me guess, battling grizzly bears with armor made of bee hives?"

Chris: "Nope."

Michael: "Having us fight a bunch of mutants and shit in a forest so we can steal their eggs?"

Chris: "Nope."

PJ: "Have us jump over pits of lava, acid, and shark infested waters?"

Nikki: "Oooooooo, that sounds fun, let's do that!"

Chris: "Nope, nope, and nope. I'm gonna be honest with you guys. After going through therapy for so long, I've kinda lost my mojo, so Chef has been making up challenges for you. But today he sent me a bunch of weird ones that I can't do because I'm pretty sure it'll land me in prison… again. So, I've decided to go back to basics and do a talent show again!", he said as everyone cheered, with some noticing the death glare that was being sent by Chef behind the counter.

Jeff: "Thank Christ…"

Mary Anne: "Okay, my main reason for coming on this show was to show off my hidden talents. Now I finally get to do that! Maybe if I do well, they'll give me my own spin-off show called 'Anne You Believe It People'!"

Chris had instructed the Spiders and Goblins to follow him outside on a couple of bleachers, one for each team. In front of them was a large stage which was supported a large red curtain and stage lights, much like the original challenge from Total Drama Island.

Chris: "Here's the deal. Both teams will be required to pick three people to perform whatever talent they have in store. After the act is done, you'll be graded out of 10 by myself, Sabrina, and Chef. The team with the most points after all the acts are done will win immunity. You have roughly 11 hours to cast, practice, and rehearse. Well, what're you waiting for? Daylight's burning, people!"

Later…

The Spiders made their way back to their cabins, taking a seat on the stairs as they prepared for auditions to go up. Though not many of them had any stand-out talents, nor did they feel like digging for anything to use, they were excited for potential acts nonetheless.

Aaron: "Alright, guys. My granddad once showed me how to do this when I was a kid. I'm a little rusty, so bear with me", he said before downing a bottle of soda from one of his duffel bags.

As his fellow team mates raised an eyebrow, Aaron turned around lifted his gut up before belching so loud and hard that trees in the background began to shake and lose leaves. He then threw a glass bottle in the air before doing it again, shattering it and making broken glass rain in the distance. In response, the boys (along with Nikki) cheered at his surprisingly cool talent. Even Natalia clapped lightly in support.

Aaron: "Yeah! Still got it!", he shouted as he threw a fist in the air.

Jane: "Please tell me you're not about to get up on that stage with that…"

Ronda: "Hmm… Gross, yet admittedly affective. Any objections?"

Donnie: "No way! You know how much guttural strength it takes to make a burp THAT powerful? Dude deserves a spot for sure."

Ronda: "Okay…? Next.", she said, before Mary Anne quickly left her seat.

Mary Anne: "Hi, I'm Mary Anne. Okay, I don't really have an audition or anything like that, but—"

Natalia: "I really liked your talent, Aaron", she whispered while Anne talked. "It was strange, but interesting."

Aaron: "Thanks. I'm gonna rock that talent show!"

Natalia: "I have full confidence in—"

Mary Anne: "Hey, nature Nazi, PUT A CORK IN IT!", she shouted, causing Nat to yelp in fear.

The sudden outburst of rage not only startled Fuzzy, who was relaxing inside of Nat's shirt as always, but it also, for lack of a better phrase, pissed him off. 'Nobody talks to my caretaker like that', went through his head. Had Natalia not been there quietly hushing him down, he would've attacked and seriously maimed the girl.

Mary Anne: "Anyway", she said, regaining her warm smile. "I basically plan to sing a song that my Great Grandma used to sing to me when I was a kid. I'll need someone to do my makeup for me. Any takers? Jane?"

Jane: "I'll pass."

Gavin: "I'm pretty good with paining."

Mary Anne: "I'll take it!"

Ronda: "Okay. So, it's Aaron, Mary Anne, and me then?"

PJ: "Um… Did we miss the audition?"

Ronda: "I wasn't aware I needed one?"

PJ: "That's generally how talent shows work. I mean, we don't even know what you're doing", she protested, earning a subtle glare from Ronda.

Ronda: "Cecil", she said with a smirk, "You're fine with me taking a spot on tonight's show, right?"

Cecil: "Go for it, boss", he said with a supportive thumbs up.

Ronda: "Great. Now, if you must know, I plan on having us act out a war reenactment on stage. Anyone have any other suggestions?", she asked, garnering no response. "Good. Now, it's not a very long act, in fact it should only take about five minutes to film. I'll have the script and roles printed for everyone as soon as I can. In the meantime, you all are free to do as you please."

Mary Anne: "Alright. Come on, British boy", she said while grabbing Gavin's arm. "We've got a lot of work to do!"

Ronda: "Actually, Anne, can I borrow him for just a second?"

Mary Anne: "Fine", she groaned. "Make it quick though."

Ronda: "With the team's unfortunate loss, I had to take things into my own hands, less I wanted to risk the Goblins catching up to us. On that note, Gavin and Nat were acting very strange earlier, likely hiding something due to their suspicious behavior. And I intend to find out what that is…"

Ronda: "Hey, Gavin", she said in a fake friendly voice. "Listen, I heard you and Nat talking earlier, and I was just curious—"

Gavin: "OKAY, YOU CAUGHT ME! Natalia has a mutated spider named Fuzzy, it's been eating people's stuff, it destroyed Chef's kitchen, and I wasn't supposed to tell you but I suck!"

Ronda: "Wow…", she said with a shocked expression, before turning it back into a smile. "Really had to beat it out of you there."

Gavin: "I am so bad with secrets. One time I accidentally told my mates back home about the time my sister fell inside the toilet and got stuck inside for hours. I'm not making that mistake again though. I'm never telling another—oh… Sorry, Rachel…"

Gavin: "Ronda, you can't tell anyone about this! If you do, Natalia will get kicked off the show, and I'll feel like such a bastard for it!"

Ronda: "Oh, I don't think you or Natalia have anything to worry about as long as neither of you get on my bad side."

Gavin: "Woo, that's a relief…", he sighed.

Meanwhile…

While the Spiders were preparing for rehearsal, the Goblins were holding auditions of their own near their cabins. Unfortunately, outside of Sally and April, they were struggling a bit, as neither Ajit, Jeff, nor Elliott had any real talents to show off. Even Steven, who had claimed himself to be a "parkour master", disappointed everyone by constantly tripping over himself and eliminated himself as a possibility. However, much to everyone's surprise, Gretchen stepped up and impressed no one by ripping tree stumps out of the ground and throwing them into the lake several dozen feet away.

Gretchen: "So? I throw stumps good, yes?"

Liz: "That was… very good, Gretchen. But I'm not sure if throwing things is exactly what we're looking for. Thanks for trying though."

Gretchen: "Bah! Der'mo!", she grunted as Quipnay quickly took her place.

Quipnay: "What do you guys think I should go with. A, the joke book, or B, the magic kit."

Michael: "How about C, neither one of those", he joked.

Liz: "Be nice", she glared. "Quipnay, I would love to see you use your magic kit for the show."

Quipnay: "Okay! Eee, I'm so excited! Okay, okay", she said as she took out a briefcase. "In this case lies the keys of breaking the barrier of reality itself, to make imagination a reality, to make the impossible possible! I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, my trusty MAGIC KIT!"

Steven: "I'm excited", he said in a low voice.

Quipnay: "Hush, young Steven, as I make this little rubber birdy… disappear!", she said as she took a small rubber bird from her kit and, with sleight of hand, managed to make the bird move out of sight. "Be amazed!"

Michael: "Bullshit. That thing is probably in your sleeve."

Quipnay: "Jeff, would you check your lap, please."

Jeff: "Holy shit!", he yelled as he looked down and saw that the bird was in fact resting on his lap. "How'd you do that!?"

Quipnay: "A magician never reveals their secrets."

Jeff: "Wait a minute… What the hell?", he said as he poked the bird, which was looking a little too real for comfort.

Steven: "Uhhh, Quips, are you sure this thing is just rubber?"

Jeff: "Yeah, it looks pretty rea—OH SHIT!", he shouted as the supposedly rubber bird flew up. While he didn't hesitate to leave, he did manage drop a load on Steven's shoulder while he left the scene.

Steven: "Oh, that's cool. Yeah, not like this was my favorite shirt or anything."

Michael: "Great trick, Quippy, 10 outta 10."

Quipnay: "Oh yeah", she snapped back, sensing the sarcasm in Michael's voice. "What's your talent, huh?"

Michael's expression widened a bit. There was a short silence as he looked at his fellow team mates, who were watching him with full intent on seeing if he had a talent that was at least better than Quipnay's.

Liz: "Yeah, Michael. What is your talent, exactly?", she teased.

Michael: "God, fucking kill myself", he muttered to himself. "S-Singing Justin Beiber songs…"

Elliott: "What was that?", he grinned.

Jeff: "I think he said 'singing Justin Beiber songs'", he snorted.

Michael: "Shut up, man!"

Sally: "There's nothing wrong with singing Justin Beiber songs. Why don't you wanna sing?"

Michael: "I don't wanna talk about it…"

Elliott: "Aw, don't leave us in suspense", he teased before Michael grabbed him by the shirt.

Michael: "I said… Drop it…"

Elliott: "Woah, hey man! It's cool! I'm cool!", he panicked before the freckled boy released him.

Liz: "Well then, I guess it's me, Sally, April, and Quipnay in the show then. Ajit, Gretchen, can you two help me practice my stunt?"

Ajit: "I'll do my best sir!"

Sally: "Steven, you mind helping me and April with our act?", she asked, startling the Hispanic Goblin.

Steven: "Me? Uhhh… Sure man.", he responded before getting up.

Sally: "Thanks! Um… Should probably go change your shirt first."

The team then proceeded to split off into their own groups and endeavors, with Elliott once again finding himself alone and with nothing to do. As such, he proceeded to awkwardly walk around camp, hands in his pocket as he lightly kicked the occasional pebble that crossed his path. Eventually though his interest was spiked as he noticed his favorite redhead, Sabrina, waving a small cellphone around in the air.

Sabrina: "Come on… Work you stupid thing! You were doing so just fine the other day!"

Elliott: "Uh… What'cha doin there, Bri?"

Sabrina: "Gah! You scared me!", she shouted, jumping back at the geeks sudden presence.

Elliott: "Sorry! So… What are you doing, exactly? If I'm allowed to ask, that is."

Sabrina: "None of your beeswax, four eyes. Leave me alone."

Elliott: "Right…", he said, caught off guard by the insult. "Well, it looks like you're trying to get a phone signal. And given that we're on a remote island, I'd say the chances of that are slim to none."

Sabrina: "I said take a hike!", she snapped. "God, stupid Chris. I'd be able to get a signal easier if I had my actual phone, not this piece of junk!", she said before throwing the spare phone to the ground.

Elliott: "Oh yeah… Kinda forgot Chris confiscated everyone's tech at the start of the season."

Sabrina: "Yeah… It's so fucking stupid. I'm sure he has all sorts of expensive stuff inside that mansion, what does he need MY phone for…"

Elliott: "That's where he keeps everyone's stuff?"

Sabrina: "Yeah? Where else would he keep them."

Elliott: "Interesting…", he said, a lightbulb going off in his head. "Hey, Bri."

Sabrina: "What?"

Elliott: "How would you feel about me—oh I don't know—retrieving your phone from Chris so you can make that call?", he proposed, causing Sabrina to pause momentarily.

Sabrina: "Really… You'd do that for me…?"

Elliott: "Absolutely."

Sabrina: "Oh, thank you, thank you! If you do this, I will so owe you one!"

Elliott: "Happy to be of service."

Elliott: "This is perfect! Getting Sabrina's phone back from Chris could be a huge step in the two of us getting together. Hmm… Might not be the easiest task though. May need some assistance with getting inside…"

The geek then proceeded to take a few minutes and weigh his options in support for his mission. Liz, Sally, April, and Quipnay were likely practicing their talents for the show, so they were no good. Gretchen, though very powerful, didn't exactly scream stealthy. Jeff would've been too afraid, Steven was helping Sally and April with their dance, and Michael was a definite no and likely wouldn't have been any help; if anything, he probably would've made fun of the geek upon being asked for help. That just left…

Elliott: "Hey Ajit!", he called, grabbing the attention of the Indian Goblin, who had just walked out of the bathroom.

Ajit: "Elliott, my four-eyed friend. What brings you in my presence?"

Elliott: "Okay? I'll try not to take that as an insult…", he muttered. "Anyway, you got some time to spare? I could really use some help for this uh… errand I'm about to run."

Ajit: "I'm supposed to be helping the Liz girl with her talent, but I can put that off for a bit. What did you need help with?"

Meanwhile…

Gavin and Mary Anne had taken to their work in the male Spider cabin, since Gavin didn't feel too comfortable with conducting his business in the girl's cabin for fear of being accused of 'perving around' as he called it. Anne didn't mind it too much though. All that mattered to her was that the Brit accurately translate the make up in time for the show.

Mary Anne: "Okay, here's the design that needs to be on my face for the show", she said as she whipped out her phone. "Don't go telling anybody I have this, alright? This baby's the only thing that keeps me entertained on this crap hole of an island."

Gavin: "Wouldn't dream of it", he reassured before taking the phone" "Um… Aaron Diaz?"

Mary Anne: "Huh? Oh no, not that! This one", she exclaimed, before correcting her tabs.

Anne showed the Brit a woman wearing makeup that represented skulls. He wasn't the most educated cast member to be on the show in regards to culture, but he guessed that it had something to do with the day of the dead.

Gavin: "Wow… That's pretty top!"

Mary Anne: "Top...?"

Gavin: "Y'know—awesome."

Mary Anne: "Oh. Thanks."

Gavin: "Is that your nan in the picture?"

Mary Anne: "…"

Gavin: "Your Mum's mum."

Mary Anne: "Okay, you're gonna have to speak English if you're gonna get any sort of conversation out of me."

Gavin: "Sorry."

Mary Anne: "It's fine. Would you start now?", she asked before he nodded.

Gavin: "So, Anne, tell me about yourself", he said after a long silence.

Mary Anne: "You—want to know stuff about me?"

Gavin: "Sure. Why, am I not allowed to?"

Mary Anne: "Most guys I meet don't really care about my personal life."

Gavin: "Well, we're gonna be here for a while, might as well have small talk. Where were you born?"

Mary Anne: "Well, I was born and raised in Puerto Rico, then I moved to America when I was 9—"

Meanwhile…

While Gavin and Mary Anne were doing their business inside of the male Spider cabin, Jane and PJ were doing there's in the female cabin. Jane, taking advantage of the fact that the challenge was normal, and one that wouldn't technically take place till night time, took the opportunity to steal a few more Z's via a nap. PJ on the other hand took the time to add yet another entry to her journal, and as usual she was stuck in her own world, completely devoted to fitting all of her complex thoughts onto the page and then some.

Ronda: "There you two are", she said, before knocking on the inside of the room.

Jane: "Ugh, can't a girl catch a few Z's around here…?"

PJ: "What do you want", she said bluntly.

Ronda: "Here are some copies of the script for the video we're shooting. Jane, since you seem to be sleeping, I'll just leave yours next to your bed", she said before handing PJ her copy.

PJ: "Uh… what the hell is this? Why's it so fucking long?"

Ronda: "It's just long enough to produce a five-minute video, as I said it would."

PJ: "And you expect me to memorize this?"

Ronda: "If everyone else has to memorize it, then so do you. We're shooting out in the woods about a hundred paces west in a few hours, and I expect you to be there with your lines memorized. Don't make me come get you", she said, with her back turned before walking out.

As Ronda's footsteps became out of ear shot, PJ rolled her eyes before setting the script aside and continuing her journal entry, and Jane mustered up the energy to take a peek at the script to see what PJ was fussing about.

Jane: "What the hell?"

PJ: "Yep", she said, focus remaining on her journal.

Jane: "She actually wants us to memorize all of this?"

PJ: "Yep."

Jane: "Man, I'm too tired for this shit", she paused. "You thinking of reading it?"

PJ: "What do you think?"

Meanwhile…

Ajit: "So let me get this straight. Sabrina wants to contact her father, but can't do it because she needs her phone, which is currently stored away somewhere in Chris' mansion, and we have to sneak in there to get it?", he asked, as they were standing mere feet away from said mansion.

Elliott: "That's the gist of it."

Ajit: "I'm on board with this plan."

Elliott: "Alright. Be on the look-out while I do this really quick", he said before pulling out Sabrina's spare phone.

Ajit: "What's that?"

Elliott: "Sabrina's backup phone. If I can access her number, I can code it and make it serve as a make shift tracker for second phone."

Ajit: "Woah… I don't understand what you said, but it sounds really cool. Let's do this!"

And as such, the two Goblins initiated their heist. Since using the front door obviously wasn't gonna work, the two decided to climb up to the second story and pick the lock to one of the windows, granting them access to an interior that somehow managed to be more impressive than the one they had spent the past couple of nights in. Thankfully there didn't seem to be any sign of Chris or Chef, presumably because they were on a different floor or were currently occupied with other things.

Ajit: "Sweet Mother… Why couldn't this be the reward for winning challenges…?"

Ajit: "Spending the last few days inside that spa hotel has spoiled me! I'm so used to fighting for food and shelter, with nothing but the wind in my hair and dirt between my toes. I need to schedule an official camping trip as soon as possible! But… those water beds and seasonings… GAH! Snap out of it!", he said, before slapping himself.

Elliott: "Ajit, shh, I'm getting something!", he whispered.

Ajit: "Sorry!"

Elliott: "Now… The signal is tracking something on this floor. Seems to be coming from… Oh wow, the room right down the hall."

Ajit: "Well what are we waiting for? Let's go get that phone!"

The two then proceeded to make their way to the room standing just at the end of the hall. Though Ajit wasn't concerned, tension began to rise within Elliott as he wasn't sure what to expect, despite the fact that the area was seemingly vacant.

Elliott: "Hang on a sec", he said, quickly halting the Indian Goblin. He then slowly turned the door knob with as much subtlety as humanly possible, before opening it just wide enough to see the absolute horror waiting behind the door: Chef sitting inside a bathtub. Luckily for them, the underpaid chef was too busy playing games on Sabrina's phone to notice that he was being peeped on.

Elliott: "Oh, you cannot be serious…"

Ajit: "Ew…", he said, before the two of them heard a surprisingly loud ding from the first floor.

Chef: "Ah! Sticky buns are done!", he said, getting out of the tub at an alarming rate.

Elliott: "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!"

Naturally, the geek began to panic, completely taken aback by the potential consequences that would come had he been caught; consequences that he for whatever reason never thought of prior to coming up with his plan. Surely, he couldn't just run away, as that would've caused too much noise, and he still didn't know whether or not Chris was downstairs. A few seconds later the underpaid chef exited the bathroom and surprisingly found himself to still be alone, as in a moment of brilliance Ajit had thrown both Elliott and himself up to the ceiling before opening and then climbing into an air vent.

Elliott: "Ajit, you mad lad you're amazing!"

Ajit: "I am?"

Elliott: "Yes! Now come on, let's hurry and grab that phone so we can get the heck out of here!", he said, before they crawled their way over to the bathroom. "Okay, next part is simple. All you gotta do is hold my legs and lift me down so I can grab the phone, then you can pull me up without either of us ever having left a trace behind. Got it?"

Ajit: "For sure!"

Elliott: "Okay…"

As instructed, the geek gave Ajit enough room to get a firm grip on his pants, allowing him to slowly get lowered into the room. The phone was so close in his grasp, taunting him on a stand next to the tub Chef had previously been sitting in. Eventually the geek managed to get his hands on the objective at hand, a big smile on his face as he did so.

Elliott: "Yes! I got the phone! Alright Ajit, pull me—up…?", he paused, before his pants slid off and caused him to fall to the floor.

Ajit: "Yeah… Probably should've grabbed by the legs instead of the pants…"

Making a huge thud, the four-eyed Goblin went into a panic due to the possibility of Chef hearing and rushing back up to the bathroom, a fear that was confirmed within seconds upon the sound of loud stomps making their way up the stairs. The only thing Elliott could think of in the moment was to hide in another bathtub. Why Chris needed more than one bathtub for a single bathroom he didn't know, and didn't care as he laid flat inside, obscuring himself with the edges to not be seen. Seconds later the disgruntled Chef bust through the door, oven gloves still on his hands, eyes angrily darting across the room as he searched for the source of the noise.

Chef: "I know somebody's in here. Come out now, and you won't be in trouble…"

Elliott: "Crap…"

Meanwhile…

There he was. The male, Hispanic Goblin sitting on the steps leading up to the female Goblin cabin, twiddling his thumbs as he waited for something, anything to come from this little side quest he was asked to come on. He was initially excited to spend time with Sally, for whatever reason, and possibly get to know her a bit better; now he had wished he'd gone to hang out with Michael and Jeff instead.

Steven: "Yo, Sal", he eventually spoke up. "No offense, but am I supposed to be doin' something other than be bored?"

Sally: "Sorry!", she exclaimed. "There was a tear in my suit, so I had April stitch it back up. Coming out now!"

Shortly after, the blonde Goblin entered Steven's field of view. Much like her normal clothes, her outfit was fully orange, with a one-piece suit that ended off at the legs, and began again with orange leggings that capped off with small white shoes. Needless to say, Steven was utterly awestruck with how good Sally looked, as noted by his admiring stare.

Sally: "So… What do you think?"

Steven: "Wow… That's uh… Lot of orange", he said, trying to hide his true feelings regarding what he saw.

Sally: "So that's a no on the outfit, then?"

Steven: "Uh—no! No, no, you look great! Like a million bucks, even. Here, uh, why don't you guys go ahead and do your thing."

Sally: "Okay. C'mon, April!", she signaled, prompting her sister, who wore the same outfit, to walk out of the cabin with a boom box. As it began to play, Sally began to recite a poem while both she and April performed dance moves to go along with the words. "In this world of many colors, what are we but black and white? All the same, you and I, no need for pause or fright. In the past, we've had or qualms, and issues caused by man. From here on out, I hope you find that we can take a stand."

And with that, the performance was done, and the twins stood in place while they waited for Steven's thoughts. Meanwhile, the Hispanic Goblin was hunched over, chin rested on closed fists with a wide expression written on his face.

Sally: "So… What'd you think?"

Steven: "It's uh… Kinda short", he hesitated.

Sally: "What?"

Steven: "I mean don't get me wrong, the concept is great and the dancing was especially good. I just feel like the poem itself could be a little longer, y'know? Really drive the point home."

Sally: "I understand… It's just that I wrote that when I was little and it's been the same since I first came up with it. I'm not sure what else I could add."

Steven: "I could help you."

Sally: "You'd do that?"

Steven: "It's what you brought me along for, isn't it?"

Sally: "Thanks, Steve", she said with a warm smile.

And so, the three Goblins made their way into the cabin and got to work. Since Steven was one with the ideas, he ultimately ended up doing most of the talking. However, the conversations would often veer off into personal territory with both Steve and Sally engaging in unrelated topics to get to no each other. Though it wasn't done on purpose and they would snap back to work, they did enjoy each other's company. April too enjoyed the lighthearted interactions between the two even if she herself couldn't add much to the conversation, with her being a mute and all. Eventually though, a thought clicked in her head. A thought that made her get up as quietly as possible and leave the cabin, a smile on her face as she looked back at her sister and team mate getting along better than they probably realized.

Meanwhile…

The remaining Spiders were finally beginning to shoot their video for the talent show. Many of the contestants had spent hours learning their lines, and a little longer to make a convincing aesthetic via props and backgrounds.

Ronda: "Okay, places people! Remember, one of your closest allies just experienced a painful injury, and you're devastated. I want to see that through your acting. Ready to go, Donnie?"

Donnie: "I was born ready. 3, 2, 1, and… we're rolling!", he said as he started to film.

Kevon: "Augh, my legs! My god, I—"

Donnie: "My bad! The lens cap was on! Hold on… okay. NOW we're rolling", he said as Ronda glared at him.

Kevon: "Augh, my legs! My god, I can't feel my legs!"

Cecil: "Good god, what happened!?"

Jane: "He seemed to have broken both of his legs!"

Kevon: "Oh golly, it hurts so much! Y-You're gonna have to go on without me, soldier!"

Jane: "No, Captain! I refuse to— ", she began to say before she started snickering.

Ronda: "Start again…", she grunted. Once again, Jane started to snicker halfway into her first line. "Is there something funny about this, Jane?"

Jane: "I'm sorry, I can't take this seriously with the way this boy Kevon's saying his lines."

Kevon: "Hey, I'm doing the best I can. It's hard to act like your legs are broken when your legs aren't ACTUALLY broken."

Nikki: "Yeah, I can tell you from personal experience that that's not what a person with broken legs sounds like."

PJ: "It's not even just the acting, the lines you wrote are really cheesy and overexaggerated."

Ronda: "For your information, the script is based off stories from people who actually BEEN in a war before. Besides, I didn't get to be this team's leader and a spot on the show for you to sit there and berate my writing."

PJ: "Fascinating. Now if only your writing were as good as your 'leadership' skills."

Aaron: "Holy cow", he said, lightly chuckling to himself along with Donnie, both of which quickly shut up upon being hit with a death glare from Ronda.

Ronda: "Now you listen here, PJ… I do my best to be kind and fair to everyone here. But I'm warning you. My unpleasant side is as unpleasant as my pleasant side is pleasant…"

PJ: "Oh, so I have nothing to worry about then", she said, before Ronda promptly stepped closer towards the loner girl.

Ronda: "I'm going to allow that comment, as we're already behind schedule… and what is this?", she asked, pointing to the script in PJ's hand.

PJ: "Uh, the script?

Ronda: "You were supposed to memorize your lines so you wouldn't need the script, PJ… I gave you a direct order!"

PJ: "Uh, you can't order shit, Adolf. You're just a regular contestant just like the rest of us with zero authority. I'll tell you right now that nobody, not a single person, cares about your 'boot camp experience', and if you had any form of insight, you'd see that nobody wants to do this stupid ass video."

Ronda flinched, completely taken aback by PJ's comment. Though she realized she didn't leave any room for objections during the tryouts, she did manage to organize what she thought everyone would have fun doing.

Ronda: "That's… That's not true. You guys like my idea, right?", she asked while turning to the other Spiders, only to be met with awkward silence.

Cecil: "I do."

PJ: "Oh, cut the bullshit, Cecil", she snapped. "You're just saying that as some pathetic attempt to get Ronda to like you, just like you've been doing with every other girl on this Island. Do us all a favor and stop embarrassing yourself."

Ronda: "Y'know what, fine. Donnie, drop the camera."

Donnie: "Uh—"

Ronda: "Yep. That's right, everyone, drop everything, because now we have to wait for PJ to do her part in this project and memorize her lines…"

Then, without so much as a change of expression or warning, PJ took her precious copy of the script and tore it in half, before crumbling up the remaining pieces and throwing it back in Ronda's face. Shocked by the sheer lack of respect, the Asian Spider was fully prepared to give PJ a piece of her mind regarding her attitude, but was thrown off by the fact that she had already began walking back to camp.

Ronda: "Hey! Where do you think you're going!?"

PJ: "Anywhere that's not here", she said, leaving the team in a loud silence.

Donnie: "So… Do keep going, or…?", he eventually said.

Ronda: "Y'know what", she said, her face eventually neutralizing itself from a furious expression. "Why don't we all take a break. The talent show isn't for another 5 hours, yes? That'll give me plenty of time to make a new script, and then we'll just do a live performance. Until then, you're all free to do what you wish."

And with that, the remaining Spiders shrugged and did exactly as they were told, all going off on their own personal paths to passing the time. All of them except Cecil, a fact that caught Ronda off guard as she noticed him helping her with cleanup.

Ronda: "I said you're free to go do what you wish, Cecil…", she grunted, trying her best to hide her frustrations.

Cecil: "I know. Felt like you needed some help with all these props and stuff."

Ronda: "Fine…"

Cecil: "That was messed up back there, by the way", he said after a long period of silence, garnering no response from Ronda. "Y'know, with PJ tearing up the script."

Ronda: "You don't have to pretend to sympathize with me to get me to like you…:

Cecil: "Nah, I'm being serious. I used to be a theater kid back in middle school."

Ronda: "Oh really?"

Cecil: "Really, really. Nothing I loved more than writing scripts for plays and getting feedback on them from my teacher. He'd always take the time to read them and tell me what I could do to make it better, and it felt good to have the support, y'know. You seem pretty passionate about writing war stories."

Ronda: "Yes."

Cecil: "Yeah… Listen, no one deserves to have their passions crapped on like that, man. And if you ask me, you shouldn't stand for what PJ did.", he said, causing Ronda to look at the ground with a conflicting expression.

Ronda: "You're right… Hey, when we're done here, you mind doing something for me?"

Cecil: "Sure thing. What am I doing, exactly?", he asked before being met with a grin from Ronda.

Meanwhile…

So, there they were. Ajit, hiding inside of the air vent with a pair of pants in hand, and Elliott still hiding in spite of Chef's claim that nothing would happen if he just came out. Nuts to that, he thought, as even as an angel of a child who never got in trouble, he still knew that claims such as that were lies to lull people into a false sense of security.

Chef: "Alright, guess we gotta do this the hard way…", he said before further aggressively searching the bathroom. As he checked various cabinets and a closet, Elliott began to sweat bullets in anticipation for his inevitable capture, even more so as Chef made his way over to his tub. However, just when all seemed lost and it seemed as though he was about to be caught, Ajit suddenly fell from the ceiling vent and landed on Chef, using his pants to blind and disorientate him.

Ajit: "Quick, RUN!"

The Indian Goblin needed to say no more, as Elliott quickly leapt out of his hiding spot and hauled it out of there, going back through the second-floor window and all. It occurred to him during his sprint through the woods that his underwear was clearly visible and someone could've seen him, but he didn't much care. As he finally made it back to his team's cabin, where he could finally put on a fresh pair of pants, he was able to ease up and give a big sigh of relief; his mission was complete.

Meanwhile…

Once again, PJ found herself lost in her own world as she vented about the day's events in her journal, looking less approachable than usual in the form of an annoyed look written on her face. Even still, she was still surprised to see Kevon approaching her in swim shorts.

Kevon: "Hey, PJ. Me and the boys were about to head to the lake for a swim."

PJ: "The boys?", she said with a raised eyebrow.

Kevon: "Alright, me, Donnie, and Aaron were about to head to the lake for a swim. Wanna come with?"

PJ: "Sure. Need something to take my mind off of this Ronda BS. Just give me a sec to get ready."

And with that, the female Spider made her way back into her cabin to put on a swim suit, but not before she took a second to store her journal away and make sure no one was around to see her do it. Finally, with a newfound smile on her face, she left the cabin and followed Kevon towards the lake. Unbeknownst to her, however, her interaction had been closely observed by Ronda and Cecil, who were both hiding behind a bush in the distance.

Ronda: "Perfect… Let's move it, Cecil."

Cecil: "Alright… What are we doing exactly?", he asked as they entered the cabin.

Ronda: "Teaching PJ a well-deserved lesson… Now, if I were a diary, where would I be?", she asked herself.

Cecil: "Wait… That's your form of punishment? Messing with her diary?"

Ronda: "You can either judge me, or you can help me, Cecil", she glared.

Cecil: "Alright, alright—"

Cecil: "I didn't like the idea of messing with PJ's personal belongings, even if she did technically have it coming. Sounds like trouble waiting to happen, if I'm being honest. Still, gotta do whatever it takes to get in good with Ronda."

Ronda: "Ugh! Where is it!", she said, getting more and more frustrated as the search felt like it was going on for ages.

Cecil: "I don't—Hey… Look at the floor board. It's a little loose compared to the others."

Ronda: "Cecil… You're amazing!", she said before ripping apart the singular floorboard and claiming her objective. "Jackpot. Let's see what kind of slander PJ has written in here…"

It's that time of day again, journal. That time when Ronda tries to act a lot harder than she actually is. To be honest, even after over a week of being here I still don't have any strong feelings about any of the people here, say except for Kevon and Jane (they're pretty chill, probably the only people I can consider friends), but Ronda has been a very special case, and that's putting it lightly. Every time she speaks it's in this backhanded, condescending tone as if everyone here is beneath her somehow, and having to listen to that whether it be during or in-between challenges makes me want to knock myself unconscious. I just hope we win this stupid challenge so I won't have to sleep in the same room as her.

Ronda: "Fascinating…", she said, gritting her teeth.

Cecil: "Yo Ronda, you think it's cool to be looking through PJ's private thoughts like this?"

Ronda: "Would you like to see what she said about you on the next page?", she asked, resulting in a short pause from her team mate.

Cecil: "What did she say on the next page…?"

Amazing. Three eliminations in and I'm already losing it. You know who has everyone grouped together doing this little play for today's challenge, and she forced us to read this script with the most abysmal writing I have ever laid eyes on. What's even worse is that everybody is just allowing her to boss them around and be a jackass. Well, I'm not doing it anymore. I've had it. Oh, and to make things even better she has this sidekick named Cecil who looks like he was ripped straight from High School Musical, and she drags around like some sort of lapdog. Yeah, he, more than anyone else, just goes along with whatever she says in what I can only assume is some long game move of getting inside her pants… That's what all boys like him do… On the first day here, he did that cliché thing they do in movies and pressed one hand against a wall before trying to flirt with me, and I'm not even gonna get into things he's done with other girls. Needless to say, those two are a migraine waiting to happen—

Cecil: "Son of a bitch…"

Ronda: "Yes. That's not a nice way to talk about one's team mates, now is it?"

Cecil: "Well… What're you gonna do?", he asked, before Ronda developed devious smile.

Later…

The show was just getting ready to start as the contestants who weren't performing were sitting in separate bleachers, while the performers were all standing behind the curtain. Though since a good portion of the performances were gonna be collaborations, that meant most of the cast could be found behind the curtain with the exceptions being PJ, Michael, Steven, Jeff, and Elliott. Since the geek wasn't the closest with his male team mates, he decided it'd be an ample opportunity to try and make a new friend.

Elliott: "Hey, how's it going? I don't think we've met. I'm Elliott", he said, sliding over to her on the Spider bleachers.

PJ: "Shouldn't you be on the Goblin side?", she asked, deadpan voice and all.

Elliott: "Hey, nothing in the rules against cross-tribe communication", he grinned.

PJ: "Whatever…", she sighed, wishing she had her journal on her in that moment.

Elliott: "Say… How come you're the only Spider here anyway?"

PJ: "I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind."

Elliott: "Alright, boundaries. I can respect that. I'm uh… just gonna head back to my team now."

PJ: "You do that."

Elliott: "Yeah… Nice talking to you though!", he said, this time gaining no response.

Chris: "Good evening, campers", he yelled as he smoke-bombed onto the stage. "And welcome to what I like to call… Talent-Or No Talent!". The middle-aged show host received no response from the campers. "Yeah, I don't get paid to write this show. Anyway, as I said before, once each performer finishes their act, they'll be scored on a scale of one to ten by me, Chef, and Sabrina", he said as he walked over to the side lines.

Michael: "What if Sabrina lies to rig the score? Y'know… considering we voted her off", he said, a huge grin laying on his face.

Chris: "What do I look like? An amateur? To answer your question, we've given her an electric collar that shocks her whenever she lies."

Sabrina: "WHAT!? Is that what this is!? I thought this was a necklace!"

Chris: "It is, just one that shocks you when you lie—"

Sabrina: "Fuck that! I want this off n— ", she said while attempting to take it off before receiving a painful shock.

Chris: "Also when you try to take it off. The maximum amount of points each team can win is 90. Team with the most points wins immunity, while the losers—well, y'know. Our first act will be done by Aaron!", he shouted as the spot light shined on an empty stage. "Uh… Aaron?"

Meanwhile…

Kevon: "What's wrong, big guy?"

Aaron: "Bro, I'm scared. What if my belches aren't good enough and we lose the challenge?"

Kevon: "Aaron", he said while placing a hand on his shoulder. "You are the single best aggressive belcher I've ever met in my life, and I don't say that to just anyone."

Aaron: "Really?"

Kevon: "Really."

Aaron: "LET'S DO THIS THEN!", he said before jumping on the stage, making the awkward silence even more awkward. "Alright, boys, so uh—my talent is uh— Know what, I think it'd be better if I just showed you…",

The chubby Spider then downed an entire liter of soda. He then, much like before, lifted his gut up and made one belch. While sounding underwhelming, the belch was nearly 30 seconds long and was so violent that trees in the background not only began to lose leaves, but some began to fall over.

Chris: "Aaron… that was awesome! I give it a 9 outta 10. Chef?"

Chef: "That was beautiful… reminded me of the time I went to war. 10 outta 10."

Sabrina: "That was really gross. 3 out of 10", she said before being shocked. "Ouch! I mean, 7. Even I have to admit that was pretty cool."

Chris: "Alright, Spiders. That puts you at a formidable 26 outta 90 points so far. Next, we have Sally and April."

Sally: "Hi, everyone. My sister and I will be having a dance recital of a poem we made as kids. Before we start though, we just wanna give a quick shoutout to Steven, who helped us add onto and improve what we already have. Appreciate you, Steve!", she stated, catching Steven by surprise before he responded with a warm smile and a thumbs up. "Okay, well. Hope you all really like it!"

Much like before, the two twins recited their previous creation, this time with Steven's much appreciated pointers to make the performance about three times as long as it was originally. Though the unenthusiastic looks from several of their team mates weren't reassuring, their level of focus remained on the task at hand. Eventually, the twins finished their act, bowing as they did so and earning casual claps from both behind and beyond the curtain.

Chris: "That was pretty good, Sally", he said as everyone clapped. "Gave a good message without preaching down to anyone, and April's dance was a nice touch. 8 outta 10."

Chef: "I grew up during a time when racial prejudice was still heavy, and that poem tugged a couple of heart strings. 9 outta 10."

Sabrina: "I liked the moves of the girl with the glasses, but I'm not a fan of poetry. 5 out of 10."

Chris: "Okay. With that, the Goblins now stand at 22 outta 90 points. Not as high as the Spiders, but hey, still anyone's game. Next up, Ronda. Get out here girl!"

Ronda: "Greetings, everyone", she said as she walked out of the curtain. "For my talent I've written a short play based on a group of soldiers in the middle of war. Before I start though, I just wanna thank my team mates for making this a possibility. Those who were cooperative, anyways…"

And with that, as well as the direct eye-contact made with that statement, PJ came to the conclusion that she'd need her journal to get through the remainder of the show, as hard as she tried to resist the urge to leave. Some of her fellow team mates (namely Kevon and Jane) noticed her leave, but ultimately ignored it since they were about to start the play. As PJ reached the cabin and pulled back the singular floor board concealing her precious journal, she noticed instantly that something was wrong. The actual book itself was buried in shredded pieces of paper made from her previous journal entries, an observation that caused PJ's heart to sink.

PJ: "What the— ", she muttered to herself, both mind and heart racing. Who did this, who found out about her hiding space, and why would they do it are all questions that rang through her head until she eventually noticed that there was just a single page left in the book.

Dear PJ. I was really hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, but you've given me no choice. In spite of my efforts to be as nice and fair as possible, you insist on being rebellious and disrespectful, and I won't tolerate that any longer. Either get your act together, or pack your bags. This is your only warning.

PJ: "Ronda—", she said, before momentarily freezing. "That fucking bitch…"

Meanwhile…

Nikki: "C'mon, quick! We have to get this man to the infirmary, stat!"

Natalia: "But sir, how are we meant to get through this battlefield!"

Donnie: "I'll draw the enemy teams fire. I've got nothing left to live for anyway…"

Ronda: "NO! We're all gonna get through this, and that's a promise! We just have to work together as a team!"

Much against Ronda's expectations, the crowd wasn't enjoying her creation nearly as intended, many of which were either falling asleep or having their own silent conversations mocking the quality of the writing; and the judges were certainly no exception to this. However, just as Chris was about to put a stop to the show, he along with the other contestants were caught off guard by PJ suddenly jumping on the stage. At first Ronda didn't notice her sudden appearance, being as invested in her role as she was, but that changed immediately when she was shoved to the ground with full force.

Ronda: "PJ, what the hell!? You're ruining the scene!"

PJ: "Fuck you and your scene! Why did I find THIS in our cabin!?", she shouted before pulling out her desecrated journal.

Donnie: "Is this part of the scene?", he whispered.

Nikki: "I don't know, but I'm loving it."

Ronda: "Oh, that…"

PJ: "Oh that…? Oh that!? That's your response to destroying someone else's stuff!?"

Ronda: "Oh, so you don't like when someone tears up something you wrote?"

Jane: "Hold on—did you really go through and mess with her shit?"

Ronda: "Yes, I did. She deserves it for how she was acting earlie—", she began to say, before she was ultimately cut off by PJ punching her in the face, once again sending her to the floor. Everyone, both on and off the stage, suddenly froze as Ronda caught her bearings and began to paint the floor with her now bleeding nose. "W-What the—do you realize who you're messing with!? I can have you voted out for— "

For the second time in that moment, the Asian Spider was interrupted by PJ's rage as she lunged on her team mate, supplying her with more, much more aggressive blows to the face. It was at that moment that everyone snapped out of their trance before Kevon, Cecil, and even Liz and Sally stepped in to restrain PJ from her venting. As she was pulled back stage to be calmed down and Ronda was recovering from the barrage of blows, Cecil ran back to her aid.

Cecil: "Are you okay?"

Ronda: "I'm fine… I'm fine."

Chris: "Well, that was an interesting twist of event. Give it about a 4 outta 10. Chef?"

Ronda: "W-Wait—we didn't even get to—"

Chef: "Sorriest war reenactment I've ever seen, 3 outta 10."

Sabrina: "The acting and dialogue was pretty entertaining. Cheesy, but entertaining. And the fight scene was cool too. 8 out of 10."

Chris: "Alright, next up is Liz. Let's see what you got!"

Gretchen: "We are behind", she said, from behind the curtain.

Liz: "Yes, Gretchen, we are. Which is why we have to give our all on this. You two remember what to do right?"

Ajit: "Yes sir!"

Liz: "Great!", she said before the three of them headed onto the stage with a trampoline. "Good evening, everyone—"

As Liz was making her introduction, she looked out in the crowd and made eye-contact with Michael, who had a neutral expression on his face. For whatever reason it caused her to pause, but she ultimately snapped out of it before continuing with her statement.

Liz: "Tonight I'll be performing an act called the 'Hungry Jumping Spider'. This act involves doing various acrobatic tricks while juggling random objects that get thrown at you. It takes a lot of practice, precision, and determination to pull off successfully", she concluded as she began to bounce while Gretchen lightly tossed her a tennis ball.

As the performance went on, the Russian Goblin threw more and more objects while Liz pulled off more flips and spins and such, earning various ooo's and aaa's from the contestants. However, Ajit was stunned to realize that none of the judges were particularly impressed with Liz's stunt.

Ajit: "You're making this too easy, Gretch."

Gretchen: "What are you talking about? She's doing great."

Ajit: "No way, man. We're behind right now. Upping the difficulty ups the score", he said with a smile.

Gretchen: "That's not—"

Ajit: "Break a leg, Liz!", he said before randomly chucking another ball at full force. Unfortunately, though, Liz was right about the act requiring precision. The slightest slip up would result in failure. So, as one would expect, Ajit throwing a ball randomly threw Liz off guard. However, she got greedy and still attempted to grab the clearly out of reach ball, causing her to go off balance and fall off of the trampoline.

Liz: "GAH! MY LEG!", she shouted as she tightly clutched her leg.

Ajit: "Jeez! I didn't mean for you to actually break it!", he said before Gretchen facepalmed.

Gretchen: "Imbecile…"

Sally: "What's wrong!?", she asked as she quickly ran over.

Liz: "I think I sprained it…", she responded before Chris blew the air horn.

Chris: "Okay, um—couple of things. I like the idea of what you were trying to do, but you should definitely show rather than tell. Also, the way it was executed was boring. Like, really boring. 5 outta 10. Chef?"

Chef: "I've seen better gymnastics."

Liz: "But—"

Chef: "3 outta 10."

Sabrina: "Pretty boring, the last part was the only part that was good. 4 out of 10."

Chris: "Okay, that puts the score at 41 to 34, with one more performance for each team. Still anyone's game here… Mary Anne, you're up!"

Meanwhile…

Mary Anne: "You almost done? It's almost time for me to go on."

Gavin: "Just a few more minutes. I'll be right back, I gotta use the bog!"

Mary Anne: "English!"

Gavin: "The bathroom!"

Mary Anne: "Ugh! Well, hurry up, will you!?"

About a minute later, to Anne's surprise, she heard the door open.

Mary Anne: "Oh wow, I know I said hurry but damn. Boys really do pee fast…", she said with no response. She was unaware that the being who entered the room with her had been Fuzzy, who was still pissed about her shouting at Natalia earlier.

Mary Anne: "So you're not talking to me now? That's fine, I guess. I like listeners more than talkers."

As Anne continued to talk about herself, Fuzzy headed to the desk full of different makeups in preparation to screw with what Mary Anne endeared most; her looks. Her face was the canvas, and he was the painter.

Mary Anne: "Y'know, I gotta say British boy, you're not that bad", she said ironically.

Eventually she did step through the curtain at the time of being called, too much in a rush to check the results of Fuzzy's desecration of her face. To say that the mutated spider had messed up her make up so bad that she barely looked human would be the understatement of the year, as noted by the reactions of some of the contestants. Some were shocked, some were disturbed, and some struggled with holding back laughter. Needless to say, Fuzzy had done a damn good job of making Anne look as unappealing as possible.

Kevon CF: "Wow, dude—just… wow."

Steven CF: "Her fucking face!", he said as he began to laugh uncontrollably.

Jane CF: "I shoulda known some bullshit was gonna go down when Gavin said, 'I'm pretty good at painting'."

Mary Anne: "Hi, I'm Mary Anne, though I'm sure you all knew that already. For my performance, I will be singing an old song that my grandma used to sing to me when I was little", she said before clearing her throat. As if the makeup wasn't horrifying enough, Mary Anne started singing so badly, so high pitched, that people were getting migraines.

Chris: "ALRIGHT! STOP!"

Mary Anne: "Well… What'd you think?", she asked optimistically.

Chris: "What do I think? What do I think!? I think that's the worst singing I've ever had to endure in my life. 0 outta 10!"

Chef: "0 out of 10."

Sabrina: "I wanna be nice and give you 1 point, but I gotta be fair. 0 points. Oh, and that makeup doesn't look good on you at all. Looks like something out of a horror movie."

Mary Anne: "My makeup? Someone throw me a mirror!"

As Anne's request was fulfilled, she saw just exactly what Fuzzy did. Not knowing that she actually looked beautiful before Fuzzy interfered, or that he interfered at all, her blood boiled as she broke the mirror with one hand. To Gavin's dismay, he managed to make it back to the talent show, sweaty and out of breath for unknown reasons.

Gavin: "I'm—here", he said, frantically puffing between words. "Did—the act—start?"

Donnie: "Run…"

Gavin: "What?"

Mary Anne: "YOU!", she said as she tackled Gavin full force. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I SPILL MY HEART OUT TO YOU AND YOU DO THIS TO ME."

Gavin: "Ah! I don't—Ow! Know what you're—Gah! Talking—Oof! About! SOMEONE HELP!"

Once again, numerous contestants found themselves having to try and yank two fighting contestants apart. Well, Anne was fighting, Gavin was just doing everything in his power to get away from his enraged team mate while simultaneously being confused as to what he did to deserve such a beating. While that whole fiasco went on, Chris found himself growing ever-so impatient due to the fact that his favorite show was close to coming on, and the constant fighting wasn't doing him any favors.

Sally: "Okay, Quipnay. We need 7 points to tie it, 8 to win."

Liz: "That's at least 3 points from each of the judges. Can you do it?", she said, being supported by Sally due to her injured leg.

Quipnay: "You insult my capabilities."

Liz: "Great! Good luck out there, you're gonna do great."

Quipnay: "Thanks!", she said before stepping out of the curtain.

Chris: "Ready to start, Quipnay?"

Quipnay: "I was born ready! For my act I'm going to be showing off a couple of tricks via my trusty magic kit. But first, I'm going to need an assistant. Someone from the crowd?"

Jeff: "Not me."

Steven: "I'm good. Rather not get another one of my shirts ruined."

Quipnay: "Michael?"

Michael: "Fuck no."

Chris: "Half hour show here, people. Michael, just do it."

Michael: "Ugh, fine…", he said before begrudgingly walking up the stage.

Quipnay: "Okay… For this trick, I'm going to have—Uh… What's that...?", she asked, noticing a camera being aimed at the stage.

Chris: "That would be the camera used to film footage for the show."

Quipnay: "You mean… We're being watched right now…?"

Michael: "It's a fuckin' reality show, genius. We're always being watched", he grunted, suddenly giving Cecil an idea.

Cecil: "Yep! Probably gonna be seen by millions of people too!", he shouted.

Quipnay: "M-Mill…Millions of p-people—"

Suddenly, the quipster's heart began to race rapidly and beat outside of her chest. Sweat slowly but surely found itself seeping from her pours and dripping down her face. As everyone sat there, waiting for Quips to start her act so the challenge could be over, they became shocked when her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell back. Thankfully, Michael caught her before she could hit her head, but it was clear from that moment that she wouldn't be of any use.

Michael: "Jesus Christ…"

Liz: "What happened", she said as both she and Sally ran out on the stage.

Michael: "She fuckin' fainted, what does it look like—"

Sally: "What are we gonna do now!?"

Chris: "Alright Goblins, you, we're running a little low on time here."

Liz: "But Chris, one of our team mates fainted—"

Chris: "Quipnay will be taken care of in the infirmary. But if no one from your team swaps in for her, I'm gonna have to give the win to the Spiders by default. You have a minute…"

Sally: "Crap, crap, crap!", she muttered to herself.

Liz: "Okay, let's not freak out. Who do we still have?", she asked, pulling Sally to the side.

Sally: "Okay, you, me, and April already went. Quipnay's out, Steven's 'parkour' skills aren't going to work, all Gretchen can do is lift stuff, and Ajit, Jeff, and Elliott don't have anything. That just leaves—"

Liz: "Michael…", she muttered to herself before looking back at the freckled Goblin, who was still tending to his unconscious team mate. "Michael! You have to sing!"

Michael: "What? No! Fuck no!"

Liz: "But—"

Michael: "I already said I'm not doing that shit!"

Liz: "You have to!"

Michael: "Why? Give me one reason I should!"

Liz: "Michael, please! Look, I'm sure your reason for not wanting to sing, whatever it is, is valid. But right now, we need those 8 points to stop our team from going to elimination again! You're our only hope in stopping one of us from going home tonight. Please…"

Michael was taken aback by the sheer desperateness in Liz's voice, to the point where guilt erupted in his gut and prompted him to turn towards the rest of his team. Though he wasn't particularly close with most of them, the idea of being the sole reason one of them went home didn't sit well with them. As such, he allowed Liz and Sally to take Quipnay aside before he stepped forward to make his mark.

Chris: "Alright… What do you got, Michael?", he asked, while the freckled Goblin stared intensely at the lens of the camera.

Michael: "Fuck it…"

Much against everyone's expectations, given his regular speaking voice and all, Michael could sing pretty well. No, not just well, goddamn fantastic. His voice was hitting all the right tones, to the point where he sung better than Justin Bieber himself. Most surprised of everyone there was Liz, who assumed from his attitude beforehand that he would be a terrible singer and be embarrassed due to a lackluster performance. Once Michael finished, there was a short silence that was soon met with applause from both the Spiders and Goblins.

Chris: "Wow… I never thought that anyone—and I mean ANYONE—would ever make me like a Justin Bieber song. 10 outta 10! Chef?"

Chef: "That was beautiful… 10 outta 10!"

Sabrina: "Okay, I've always been a fan of Justin Bieber and his music, but you sing so much better than him! 10 outta 10!"

Chris: "And with a final score of 64 to 41, the Green Goblins have stolen victory from the Spiders! And not only will they be safe from elimination this episode, but they'll be staying on an all-expense cruise with their parents during the three-day break! BONUS!", he said before the Goblins promptly cheered. "That is, everyone except Elliott and Ajit…"

Elliott: "Aww, what!?"

Chris: "In the meantime… Spiders, it's time for you to send somebody home."

Later…

Jane: "I don't know about you guys, but Ronda has got to go", she declared.

She, Natalia, and Nikki had once again found themselves grouped up in the girl's washroom, this time with Jane pushing for someone to vote.

Natalia: "I don't know, Jane…"

Jane: "What's not to know? Girl was trippin' all day over us memorizing a script just for it to not turn out good. And did you forget what she did to PJ's diary?"

Natalia: "Yes, I remember. Gosh, I hate being in this position. I don't wanna vote anybody off…"

Nikki: "Y'know we could do Anne. She's the one who sunk our points in the talent show. Besides, Ronda makes really fun scripts!"

Jane: "So did Ronda…"

Nikki: "True. She's bossy, Anne's annoying. Tough call."

Ronda: "Hi ladies", she said as she suddenly appeared at the entrance, her face bruised yet still holding a great big smile. "I couldn't help but hear you guys talking about tonight's vote."

Natalia: "Yeah…"

Ronda: "Anyways, I think voting Mary Anne would be a great idea, Nikki. Afterall, she is the one who brought our point level down."

Jane: "Least she doesn't go around tearin' up people's shit."

Ronda: "Hey", she interjected, dropping her positive façade. "She deserved it. I mean, look at what she did to my face!"

Jane: "Pfft, I woulda done worse…"

Ronda: "Nat…", she said after a short pause. "You're fine with voting Mary Anne, right?"

Natalia: "I… I'm not sure."

Ronda: "Well, I hope you find it in you to make the right decision. See you all at elimination. Oh, and Nat. I'm thinking of getting a pet Spider after the game ends. Think Fuzzy may be a good name? Know what, never mind, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it."

Natalia tilted her head in confusion, baffled by the absurd coincidence that just occurred. That is until it dawned on her that it was no coincidence, rather a subtle way of saying that Ronda knew her secret. How she found out, she had no idea, but it didn't really matter. She wouldn't have made that statement if there wasn't any malicious intent behind it; she knew who she needed to vote…

Ronda: "As much as it would delight me to see PJ go home tonight, being the rebellious pain she is, I had to settle on Mary Anne instead. Getting the votes was easy. Nikki already suggested her, I have Cecil wrapped around my finger, Natalia and Gavin have their own separate interests, and Aaron I just promised my share of food the next time we go to the spa hotel."

Later…

At the elimination ceremony, several Spiders once again had to actively hold Mary Anne back from inflicting another beating on Gavin.

Mary Anne: "I can't wait to see you leave, you British asshole!"

Gavin: "Jesus, don't let her get to me!", he squealed

Chris: "Alright campers, settle down. Look, reruns of my favorite show start in 10, so let's make this snappy. The following players are safe…"

Kevon

Aaron

Jane

Donnie

PJ

Natalia

Nikki

Cecil

It ultimately came down to Gavin, Ronda, and Mary Anne. Admittedly, the three of them had been pretty useless in the challenge. Gavin and Mary Anne stared at each other, with Gavin sweating, and Anne glaring in anticipation for the Brit to not get a marshmallow. Meanwhile, PJ and Ronda locked eyes with one another, hate searing into each other's soul as they impatiently waited for Chris to call the next name.

Gavin

Chris: "The final marshmallow goes to… Ronda."

As Ronda grabbed her marshmallow, she tossed it into her mouth in a very cocky manner while PJ glared at her. Meanwhile, Anne took one last attempt to swing at Gavin before Chef swooped her up and dropped her onto the boat, having to suffer bear with the cussing that came from her as it all happened.

PJ: "If that bitch Ronda thinks she's gonna get away with what she's done… She is sadly mistaken. Mark my words, she'll get what's coming to her."

Later…

As good as the spa hotel was back on the island, the Goblins found themselves very much enjoying some time away from it on the cruise. What made it even better is the fact that they pretty much had it all to themselves, as well as the fact that they got to spend time with their parents. Although admittedly, not everyone was able to enjoy themselves, specific Michael who was watching everyone have fun with their parents. Liz noticed this and, despite the fact they didn't usually get along, decided to put on a smile and walk over.

Liz: "C'mon, Michael, we won today's challenge. Don't you wanna come celebrate?"

Michael: "I'll pass…"

Jeff: "Oh, c'mon, Mike. We need someone to help us take down Steve and his dad. They keep sayin' they're the 'Chicken Fight Champions'."

Steven: "This is my dad, yeah! DADDY!", he shouted victoriously before beating Quipnay.

Michael: "I said I'm good", he said before getting up and walking away.

Liz: "What's gotten into him?"

Jeff: "Eh, his loss. Say, what do you think Elliott and Ajit are doing back on the island?"

Meanwhile…

While everyone else from the Goblin team was enjoying the luxury of a cruise, Elliott and Ajit were stuck cleaning the washrooms as well as the mess hall to perfection as punishment. Turns out that, in spite of their efforts, Chris did end up finding out about their little mission inside his mansion; perhaps making confessionals about it wasn't the best idea…

Elliott: "Sorry for dragging you into this mess, Ajit… If I never asked you to come with me, you'd be enjoying that cruise right now."

Ajit: "Ah, don't worry about it, friend. Not missing out on much any ways. Besides, I've been meaning to get back to roughing it. Hotel's made me a bit soft."

Elliott: "Still—"

Chef: "Hey! Indian boy! You missed a spot…"

Ajit: "Sir, yes sir!", he responded, before running back over to the corner, prompting Elliott to sigh.

Sabrina: "Elliott… Elliott!", she whispered.

Elliott: "Sabrina?"

Sabrina: "C'mere for a sec", she asked. Elliott then checked over his shoulder, confirming that Chef was still busy reading, before making his way over to the window Bri was occupying.

Elliott: "What're you doing here?"

Sabrina: "Look, I just… wanted to say thanks for risking your butt back there, and I'm sorry you got in trouble. What you did for me was really sweet."

Elliott: "Yeah, well… it was nothing, really."

The geek turned away momentarily, trying to hide his blush due to the unexpected recognition. He then turned back around, in preparation to make his second risk that day.

Elliott: "Hey, Bri… Since it's just the three of us for the next couple of days, you think you may wanna—", he began, before realizing that she had already walked away. "Dang…"

Chef: "Back to work, scrawny boy!"

Elliott: "Yes sir!"