It was another bright and sunny day on Camp Wawanakwa and the wildlife was flourishing and frolicking happily. A small rabbit had hopped its way up to the top of the thousand foot cliff, and was staring off into the distant beauty of the lake, as peaceful as could be. Then, as all good things did, the serenity came to an end when two massive piles of scrap were dropped down on the top of the cliff by Chris and Chef, each of which were in dump trucks. They snickered at each other before hopping out of them and onto the ground, where the bunny could no longer be seen.
"Last time on Total Drama: Island," Chris spoke in his usual spectacular hosting tone, "The twenty-one remaining contestants were met with a rude awakening, courtesy of yours truly. Everyone was generally annoyed, but things got even worse when they found out that they were gonna have to do a run around the lake! Some did a pretty good job staying safe and hydrated, like Josef, but let's just say that being so observant and wary about everything around you at all times kinda puts a target on your head for nasty schemers, like Wendell. We found out that Gene has superpowers if cheese puffs are involved, who woulda figured that from the big guy? After the run was all said and done, the campers got to take part in a huge feast, which everyone but Lukas dug into like they hadn't eaten anything before in their lives. It was then that we revealed the real challenge to them, a contestant to see who could stay awake the longest! Everyone looked like they were going to last a good long while, except for poor Annalise, who needed some beauty sleep. Luckily for her, Wendell managed to pull her aside to force her into an alliance that would keep her safe, while striking that huge target on Josef's head. Everyone started dropping like flies over the course of three days, but there were two campers that just kept proving their resilience, Lukas and Veronica. It was a close match between the two, but when we busted out the history of Canada in a pop-up book, Lukas came crashing down and Veronica took the win for the Gophers, saving them from another elimination, and causing Josef to freak out on Annalise in front of his entire team, which convinced all of the Bass that he needed to go. Which team is going to be the first to lose their second mate? Find out, right now, on Total...Drama...Island!"
"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine," as the opening theme started to kick up, a camera whooshed its way through the island, passing by Chris and the Sasquatchanakwa until it reached the top of the thousand foot cliff, leaping off of it and diving into the water.
"You guys are on my mind," under the water, Duke found himself wrestling a shark, after just having made his dive into it.
"You asked me what I wanted to be and I think the answer's plain to see," on top of the water, in a small boat, Veronica was clinging onto Roxy's arm for dear life, until Duke popped up from underneath with the shark in his arms, causing the frightened girl to jump out of the boat with a scream, all while Roxy glared at Duke.
"I wanna be famous!" In the forest of the island, Lyle was playing the flute to calm a herd of bears around him, which Wendell and Annalise, who were off to the side in the bushes, threw rocks at, causing them to chase after Lyle.
"I wanna live close to the sun," on top of a waterfall, Leslie was bouncing up and down in a raft, while Hellen wrote something down in her book, neither of them noticing that they were about to go over the waterfall.
"So pack your bags, cause I've already won," the raft continued to fall down the fall, passing by Percival, who was practicing his swordplay while standing on a log that bridged a gap.
"Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day," suddenly, Lukas and Peggy came running from one side of the gap, knocking Percival into the water as they ran past, revealing the Sasquatchanakwa to be chasing them, until all three crashed into the confessional booth and knocked Bobby out of it and onto the ground.
"I wanna be famous!" Rolf was being held captive by Chef, who was making some disgusting looking soup in a pot, while Josef plugged his ears nearby, being annoyed by Desiree and her non-stop blabbing.
"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na," on the steps to the beach outside, Francis and Evander watched Elicia intently as she performed some scene from a famous play on the sands, though a fish hit her in the head and knocked her to the ground, followed by Evander conking Francis on the back of the head.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" Back on the dock, Claudia was playing her harp beautifully until an octopus tentacle grabbed her and launched her into the side of the lodge.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" At the campfire ceremony, Gene and Harriett were both leaning in to kiss each other before Colleen popped up in between them, slapping her ruler against the palm of her hand while the rest of the group whistled in unison, all sitting around the same campfire.
Percival rose much earlier than the others had, and he was out in the middle of the woods, practicing his swordplay on a bale of hay, which he skillfully rolled around and struck with a long stick several times over. To his knowledge, he was the only one who was awake, though this was quite wrong, for nearby in the bushes, Hellen was squatted down to the ground, scribbling things down in her book with a smile on her face. The page she was writing on was a bit different than the other pages, considering that it didn't contain any useless facts, but it was titled as "Percival's Morning Routine." She had bulleted down several tidbits about how Percival went about his day, starting from when he woke up, at five in the morning, and going on from there.
"Ahaha!" she giggled to herself with a maniacal smile sprouting up on her face, "You may not know it yet, Sir Quinn, but you will soon be mine and mine alone! I can imagine it already, the carriage ride, the battle to the death when someone inevitably tries to steal me away from you, ah, what a wonderful thought."
Suddenly, her phone started to buzz, and she realized what time it was. He was about to finish with his training, and if she didn't head back to her cabin soon, she would surely be found. She snuck out through the back of the bushes, soon bumping into Claudia, causing the two of them to crash into the dirt together.
"Woah, watch it, missy!" Hellen snapped out of nowhere, though her tone soon turned apologetic, "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lash out like that, I've just been-"
"Oh, it's quite alright," Claudia laughed it off and pulled herself to her feet, soon taking Hellen by the hand and helping her up off of the ground as well, "It's a mite early to be up, a little hostility upon a sudden startle like that is bound to come, don't you agree? Besides, it was my fault that it happened, I should've been looking where I was going."
"But you were fine, it was me who wasn't-"
"No, no, I insist you allow me to shoulder the blame for this little incident. As my family says, what is a lady who can not learn to forgive and love?"
"Uh...I mean, alright."
Claudia did a small bow in Hellen's direction before continuing off into the woods, leaving the girl and her book alone.
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"That Claudia really is strange, and I know I'm not the only person who's noticed it," Hellen pointed out while holding her book open to a page full of times that Claudia had apologized for something that wasn't her fault, "I mean, the girl got bit by a squirrel the other day and apologized to the squirrel! I don't know if she has self-confidence issues, or if she's just a people pleaser."
"Ah, I've made so many friends on this island, it's wonderful!" Claudia chimed happily, before soon making a face of disgust, "Though it is difficult to forgive Desiree for continuously bringing up the...story about me. Urk, I'm sorry mother, but this test may prove a bit too much for me to handle."
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A long line formed outside of the communal washrooms, primarily comprised of men. There were four of them there, with Evander in the lead, Gene right behind him, Lyle behind him, and, finally, Francis behind him. It wasn't long before Wendell started walking up to get in line, Francis soon noticing the boy heading towards him and instinctively sliding back in the line. "Eh? What's wrong with you, mate?"
"O-oh it's nothing, really…I'm just used to the other guys at school cutting me in line, so I cut out the middleman and let everyone ahead of me now." The movie geek chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head, purposefully avoiding eye contact with the devious boy. "I-I've gotten pretty good at holding it, so you can go ahead!"
"...Whatever you say, chum." Wendell shrugged his shoulders, not one to turn down a chance to get closer to his turn in the restroom, although he did narrow his brow as he looked ahead at the rest of the line. "Why's there even a line this big to begin with? Who could possibly be taking that long in there?"
"I think it's Bobby…I could be wrong, but I do believe the first part of his daily routine is heading into the bathrooms for a solid hour or so." Lyle shrugged his shoulders as he turned to look up at Wendell, who was only annoyed with the answer he was given. "He may have eaten some bad berries that did something nasty to his bowels…I remember the times that I did that. Urk." The nature lover shuddered at the thought of the many awful berries he had consumed.
"Yeah, but this happens everyday…I don't think that Bobby would purposefully eat rotten berries every single day to keep taking these awful trips to the bathroom." Gene scratched the scruff of his neckbeard, thinking about who they were talking about before continuing. "Ackshully, that's totally something that Bobby would do."
"Well, I ain't having none of this!" Evander cracked his knuckles, his sunglasses slipping down just enough to expose his eyes, which were fixed in a scowl at the door to the bathroom. "I'm gonna bust this door down and drag that crapsack out of there myself!"
"Wait, don't!" The four boys behind the cool guy each tried to warn him before he did anything, but they were a bit too late. He punched the door straight off of its hinges, causing a wave of utter disgustingness and foul atrocities in a gaseous form to burst out from the room. One by one, the boys fell to the grass, coughing as they tried to escape the horrendous stench that had just filled their nostrils.
"Doobeedoobop!" Bobby sang to himself as he came out of the restroom, no sound of running water at all to indicate him washing his hands or anything. He took a good look through his messy mop of hair to see the other four on the ground, chuckling to himself. "Hey, I'd let it cool off in there before heading in, man. Those eight week old cheeseballs were not agreeing with the pizza crust from my hoodie pocket. Yeesh!"
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Francis had his head buried well in the toilet, the sound of vomiting echoing throughout the confessional booth. After a while, he lifted his head from the toilet, revealing leftover vomit around his lips. "That was just…" He tried to speak, but his gut immediately started to rumble, and he began puking again.
Evander had a clothespin shutting his nostrils tightly, his skin had gone pale from the experience which could've easily been described as near death. "Ey, I'm sure glad I'm not on the same team as that slob. Can't have a big fat lardo like him cramping my style all the time."
"Some of these other campers are just…wretched would be a fitting word." Wendell picked a few blades of grass out of his messy hair, flicking them off to the side while deadpanning to the camera. "It doesn't matter either way…people like that won't last long in a game like this."
Bobby let out a massive belch while he slouched back in his seat, smirking at the camera. "Gotta love mixing yesterday's leftovers and last month's snacks. Am I right or am I right?"
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The Gopher girls' room had the door shut tightly, and every single light was left off. Soon, a knock came to the door, though no one was there to answer. The door creaked open, with Roxy sticking her head through the opening as if she was looking for something…or someone. "Veronica? Are you in here, or-" As the man hater flipped the lightswitch to turn the lights on, a loud scream of utter horror could be heard from one of the bunks in the room. A lump of mass formed underneath the covers of the bed, and it was quivering quite ferociously. Roxy rolled her eyes and smiled as she walked towards the bed in question, sitting down on the mattress next to the lump. "Huh…I thought I heard someone screaming in here, but I just don't see anyone. That's weird…"
"R-R-Roxy?" Veronica's mouslike voice could be heard piping up from underneath the covers, and she soon lifted them ever-so slightly to expose her head, which was still mainly covered in her hoodie. "I thought you were some sort of b-b-bogeyman that was coming to devour my soul and use my innards as a fancy scarf."
"...Girl, I don't even know how your brain comes up with these crazy ideas and all that. Bogeymen ain't real…and if there was a bogeyman in this room…" Roxy pulled a pair of grapes out of her pocket, her eyes lighting up with flames as she crushed them in her fist, juice flying everywhere. "...I would make sure he didn't have the balls to even come near you. M'kay?"
Veronica gulped, a bit nervous about the gesture that Roxy had just made, but she crawled out from underneath her covers regardless. "O…okay…I guess if someone else is around to defend me it's not so bad…" The scaredy cat let out a sigh, slouching down slightly and staring at the floorboards. "I just kinda wish I was able to defend myself…or just not be so terrified of everything around me."
"We'll work on it…you just gotta use your innate girl power to climb to the top and defeat the patriarchy!" Roxy giggled and patted Veronica on the head gently, each pat causing the girl to shudder ever so slightly, but not like she usually did when she was afraid of things.
"If you say so…though I'm not entirely sure what me being scared of things has to do with the patriarchy…or men in general." Veronica slightly looked up to the much taller girl, her eyes appearing to be a bit confused. Roxy just laughed at her confusion, standing up and wagging her finger.
"Silly Veronica, all problems can be traced back to men if you try hard enough to look for a connection! Luckily, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove that men are the scourge of the Earth!" Roxy seemed a bit too proud to say this, and Veronica could only blink twice, still confused about what she meant. "Eh, I can educate you about it while we're still both here, girl. Oh, just a by the way sort of thing…any reason you're always covering your face with the hoodie? I mean, I saw you without it during the first challenge…though you still had goggles and mask on."
"W-well, I always get worried that a mosquito will fly by and bite me on the back of the neck…it would be really itchy, and if I kept on scratching it all the time, I would make it worse, and maybe eventually dig through my skin and start pulling my flesh out and-" Veronica started to panic until she saw Roxy fumbling through her purse, eventually pulling out a can of bug spray.
"Come on, girl. Take it off and we'll make sure none of those pesky mosquitoes are biting that neck of yours." Veronica was hesitant, but Roxy's comforting smile helped ease her into the idea of taking the hood down. She reached up to pull it off, tugging down the mask that was covering her mouth as well. Her face was rather cutesy, although she still looked very nervous. Her hair was shaved down on the sides and the back, fading up to the top which was a bit wavy and maroon in color, although still pretty short. The man hater was a bit taken aback to see her full face, blushing ever so slightly. "Woah…"
"W-what? Is there something on my face? Is it a bug? Please don't say there's a bug, I don't know if my heart can take that kind of shock…" Veronica started to hyperventilate again, though Roxy set her hand on her shoulder, rubbing it slightly to help calm her down.
"Nope, no bug…nothing at all that you need to worry about anyways. Turn around and let's get you all sprayed up." Roxy shook the can of bug spray while Veronica turned around so she could spray her neck.
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"I've spent a good deal of my time here already hanging out with Veronica to try and keep her panic attacks at a minimum…but believe me when I say I was genuinely shocked when she took the hood off." Roxy kept blushing, posting her head on her hands while her elbows rested on her thighs. "She's…well, kind of adorable."
Veronica was feverishly reading the back of the bug spray, her eyes narrowed to see if there was anything horrible in it. "It doesn't look like this has anything that'll kill me…unless I ingest it. Oh God…did any of it get in my mouth somehow?" Her face went pale at the very thought as she tugged her tongue out of her mouth and started scrubbing it with toilet paper.
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It wasn't long before the speakers outside of the cabins kicked on with some audio feedback, the voice of Chris McLean soon echoing out of them. "Goooood morning, campers! I know, you're probably all enjoying your morning, but we've got a challenge to get to! Meet me on the beach pronto and we can get a move on with it!" Chris's voice stopped coming out of the speakers, and the contestants soon got together to head to the beach. It didn't take too long for them to get over there, but they were a bit confused by the sight they were greeted with. One massive pile of…well, what seemed to be garbage was right in the middle of the beach, with the devilishly handsome host standing before it.
Lukas raised an eyebrow at the pile, soon reaching for his dry erase board and marker before scribbling something down on it and holding it up so that Chris could see it. The words that were written on it were simply, "A heap of garbage?"
"Why, yes indeed my vocally inept friend, it is a heap of garbage! But it's not just any heap of garbage, I'll have you know! Ohhhhh, Chef!" Chris clapped his hands together, which caused the pile behind him to start rustling a bit. Veronica gasped at the sight, leaping up from the sand only to be caught by Roxy, who cradled her like an infant. Chef came bursting out from the pile, holding two husks, one red, one green. It was unclear to most of the contestants what the husks were for, although Francis and Gene both gasped at the sight.
"Are those parts for the LX-ZIPPER, the fastest RC plane available on the market right now!?" The two geeks shouted their words in unison, soon turning to face each other with excited smiles on their faces.
"Why, yes! They are!" Chris snapped his fingers, cueing his lovely co-host to toss the husks to the boys. The red one landed in Gene's hands, while the green one landed in Francis'. Each of them let out a geeky squeal of joy while some of their teammates rolled their eyes at them. "You may notice that those are just the body to the drone though…each one is missing a couple pieces! Propellers, wings, engines, and guns are required to get those drones up and moving. Oh, you might also be needing the remotes to control them."
"Each of the parts needed for those gadgets are buried right down in here!" Chef patted the pile of trash behind him, causing it to rumble greatly before some of the trash toppled down and buried him like some sort of avalanche.
"It's so uncivil to just go and put your hands on trash like that…hopefully that will be a good lesson to you." Colleen turned her chin up at the pile of trash while Desiree slid over to her side, bouncing up and down with joy.
"That sort of reminds me of an old friend of mine from school! We used to call him Trash Hands Timmy, but he didn't really like that for some reason. I thought it was really cool and unique, since his name was Timmy and he liked to dig around in the dumpster behind the cafeteria to scrounge for scraps! Of course, I told everybody at school so we could all know the context behind the nickname!" Desiree couldn't contain the amount of joy that was spilling out from thinking about that poor kid. Colleen shook her head ever so slightly before slapping her ruler on top of the blabbermouth's head, causing her to fall to the sand.
"As Chef was saying…each of the parts needed to complete the drones, except for the guns, is buried within the mighty trash pile behind me! Each team will have to sift through the piles to recover their drone pieces. That's the first part of the challenge, which will net the first team to complete it a sweet reward that'll help them in the second part of the challenge, which we'll be getting to later on!" Chris reached into his pocket, somehow pulling out a beach chair, which he tossed to the side and jumped on top of. There was a table next to him, which he grabbed a glass of lemonade from. "Remember, the first team to put their drone together wins the reward, so no slacking off in your search! Ready…setty…goey!"
As Chris called the start of the challenge, the two teams split up and rushed to the pile of trash, each starting to sift through it to dig for pieces. Leslie was digging quite frantically in one spot, her excess energy helping greatly with her endeavor. It wasn't long before she dug up enough trash to uncover Chef's face, allowing the co-host to gasp for air. "Whew…I thought I was a goner in there! Gotta give thanks where thanks is-"
"Oh! Hi, Chef! Say, have you seen any drone parts in there? I really need them so I can put together this drone and win this challenge!" Leslie bounced up and down with joy, a big smile on her face while Chef opened his mouth to speak, though she kept going before he could even get the words out. "No? Oh, well! Thanks anyways!" With mind-boggling strength, the hyper girl picked the co-host up from the pile and tossed him off to the side, causing him to let out a loud scream before falling into the water of the lake.
Duke looked over at Leslie with a grin on his face as he dug through the pile. "Hey! Hyper girl! What's your gimmick in the game?" The hyperactive girl matched Duke's gaze, tilting her head ever so slightly while still feverishly digging through the trash to indicate she didn't really understand what the wrestler was asking her. "You know, your gimmick! All great wrestlers have a gimmick that the fans love to see when they enter the ring!" Duke pulled one of his hands from the trash to point to himself with a proud look on his face. "Mine's my rude and rough attitude!"
"Gimmick? Wrestling? I'm not a wrestler, but jeepers that does sound like a whole lot of fun! I never thought about trying out for any wrestling teams! Should I? If you think I should, maybe I will!" Leslie kept digging while waiting for Duke to give her an answer, but before he could, her hand grabbed something, and she ripped it from the trash and held it up high. "Lookie look! I found the remote! Guys, guys, guys! We got one!" The chaotically energetic girl rushed over to the other members of her team, leaving Duke stunned by her energy.
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Duke tapped at his chin in thought, a thought bubble popping up near his head to reveal Leslie in a pink luchador costume in it. "A luchador with a lot of energy…maybe we call her the Sugar Bomb?" He grinned and slammed his fist down in the palm of his other hand. "The Dukester is looking forward to her big debut so he can show her who's the boss! These suplexes are gender neutral!"
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Harriett whistled to herself while she dug through the trash, Gene digging around quite close to where she was posted. He gulped nervously as he sideeyed her, well aware that he didn't have enough points in his charisma to talk her up or anything, like he wanted to. "Come on, Eugene! It's just a girl…a super beautiful girl from some island really far away…you can talk to her just fine, all you need to do is roll for advantage!" Gene pulled a pair of dice out of his pocket, rolling them…only for them to both end up being ones. "Critical miss!"
"Gene? You good, buddy?" Harriett glanced over at the boy, who was sweating intensely. He slowly creaked his head to turn and face her, a cheesy smile fixing itself on his face and startling her quite a bit.
"Do you like memes, m'lady?" Hearing those words was enough to force enough awkwardness between the two to make them cringe every time they looked at each from that day forth. They both turned away and looked back down to the pile of trash, digging frantically to try their best to forget what had just happened. Gene sighed to himself, his neckbeard drooping in sadness to match his expression. "Great going, baka! You managed to make her even more afraid of you than before…as if she didn't think you were creepy enough!"
Harriett had stopped whistling, and was just digging in silence until she suddenly came across something that was quite heavy. She pulled it up from the pile to reveal that it was the engine of one of the drones. "Hey, I found that engine thing!"
Gene nerdgasmed as he saw the engine in her hands, unable to control his urge to geek out. "The G.U.M.P. engine in real life…I never thought I would ever get to see one this close! It stands for Geared for Usage with Mechanized Planes! This engine is one mean lady…she could keep any ordinary RC plane running until the end of time itself!" The total geek stood up from the trash, holding his hands out sheepishly. "M-may I, missus?"
"...It's all yours." Harriett set the engine down in Gene's hands, causing the boy to blush a deep red color before walking away with it in his hands. She let out a slight chuckle before going right back to digging in the trash.
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"Gene may be a bit weird, but you can tell he's a sweet guy with good intentions. Plus, seeing him get all worked up over the simple things in life…like engines for RC planes? It's just…well, nice!" Harriett chuckled to herself for a moment before patting her backpack with one hand. "Besides, I've got my own weird hobbies and quirks that I get around to! You wouldn't believe the kind of stuff I've got in this bag!"
"Sweet, sweet engine-sama…do I even deserve to hold you like this?" Gene cooed as he rubbed the engine against his cheek, blushing as its cold exterior touched his skin.
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Peggy picked apart bits of trash, trying to see if the propeller was hiding inside of something larger than it. She narrowed her eyes at each piece of trash she picked up before opening them up and setting them off to the side. It didn't take long for her to pick up a box that seemed to be rather close to one that she had searched already. "This box…it's got the same stains of muck and grime that the one I was looking at before had. This is quite the indescribable coincidence…"
The smartie pants shook her head before setting the box aside again and continuing to pick apart more containers of sorts. After a short bit, that very same box reappeared in front of her, only boggling her even more. She picked it up and looked it over, frowning as she saw the same stains again. She then looked to her side, noticing that Bobby was laying on top of the trash and loosely rummaging through the trash with one hand while eating chips with the other hand. With each piece of garbage he picked up, he would toss it back over to where Peggy was, completely unintentionally. "Bobby! Stop throwing the trash this way, throw it out of the pile if you're going to throw it at all!"
"Huh?" Bobby looked over at Peggy from where he was laying down, seeing the box in her hand as a prime example of what he did. "Oh, my bad, man…that box was just annoying me. For some reason, it just kept showing up right next to me, no matter how many times I threw it away!" Peggy deadpanned toward the camera as she heard Bobby's excuse for the box being tossed back to her, soon throwing it out of the pile herself and continuing to dig through the trash. "I wish I had any luck finding these parts…it's all getting too confusing. Eh, whatever." The nasty boy tossed something out of the pile finally, Peggy looking over to see that it was actually the propeller.
"Bobby! That was part of the plane!" She got up from where she was knelt, running over to go fetch the propeller from the beach's sand, Bobby watching her closely while continuing to munch down on his chips. She picked it up and started heading to the group's plane husk to put it with it. At this point, Bobby had had his fill of chips, and he tucked them into his nest of hair.
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"Bobby isn't the most useful of teammates at times…he's actually quite lazy. Though, in my studies, I have found that he tends to increase the quality of his performance when given time. It's quite fascinating." Peggy didn't really pay attention to the camera as she spoke, considering she was reading a book that was in her hand.
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Elicia was digging near the top of the trash pile, tossing bits and pieces of garbage to and fro while searching for any of the remaining parts. "Let's see…if Bobby got the propeller and Gene got the engine…that just leaves the remote and the wings, right? If I were a remote or a pair of wings, where would I be hiding…? Oh! I know! I just have to do a snazzy number, that'll definitely help me find what I'm looking for!"
The theater girl stood up on the pile, wobbling a bit while trying to maintain her balance. Pieces of garbage went tumbling down the hill, nothing large, but still, they would come down and hit some of her teammates down below. Lyle rubbed his head after a soda can hit it, looking up at her to see whatever it was that she was doing. "Hey, Elicia! Maybe you should be careful up there…I don't think this trash is the most sturdy thing ever."
"It'll be alright, I have tons of practice dancing on creaky stages!" Elicia proudly pointed to herself, although this was when the platform she was on got even more wobbly than before. Her teammates all gasped, give for Lukas who couldn't audibly gasp, but still had a frightened face. The unlucky girl wobbled over and fell down, screaming all the way until Bobby, who was still just laying in the pile, reached an arm out and caught her in it. She slowly peeked her eyes open to see that she was safe from harm, and that the big lug was holding her.
"Yo, you okay, man?" With his free arm, he scratched at his scruffy chin, although she didn't seem to be very bothered by his stench or general disgustingness, considering he had just saved her from her own bad luck.
"Yeah…I'm fine…" Elicia blushed as she jumped up from Bobby's arm, clearing her throat before looking back at the other members of her team to see they were all staring at her in utter disbelief. "What? Did I do something?"
"She's standing right next to Bobby…a-and she isn't recoiling in disgust or vomiting!" Lyle got down on his knees, bowing before Elicia like she was some sort of deity. "She's the chosen one!" The theater kid, raised an eyebrow at the short boy, soon shuffling away to avoid…whatever that was.
Meanwhile, back where the Gophers were searching, Claudia let out a soft sigh of relief, seeing that Elicia was safe and unharmed. Colleen, who was searching through the trash right near her, slapped her ruler down on the proper girl's wrist. "Mind where you let your eyes wander, lady! We need to be searching for these pieces, not daydreaming and watching the other team!"
"That girl could've gotten hurt…I was just glad nothing bad happened to her." Claudia mumbled to herself before going back to dig in the trash, though Colleen soon snapped her ruler against her wrist again. "Would you please stop that!? Oh! I'm sorry…I didn't mean to yell…"
"You'd do good to respect me a little more. And speak up, would you? Nobody wants to listen to someone who mumbles all the time." Colleen shook her head at Claudia before continuing to dig through the pile, eventually pulling out a propeller from the trash and holding it up proudly. "See? When you're actually doing the work that needs to be done, it yields great rewards. Try to remember that next time you feel like daydreaming, hm?" The strict girl got up from her spot to bring the propeller to the plane base, with Claudia rolling her eyes at her as she walked away.
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"Colleen reminds me quite a lot of my own mother…a woman who wants everyone to be perfect and do everything perfect. 'No slip-ups! Slipping up is unbecoming of a lady!'" Claudia groaned before crossing her arms…though she soon realized that she was insulting her own mother and she gasped. "I apologize, mother! There's nothing wrong with the way you are! You're a shining beacon and I should hope that I can be more like you!"
"There are so many degenerates and ne'er do wells on our team, it's really quite tragic." Colleen looked at a chart with the members of her team on it, certain ones being circled in red, those being Claudia, Evander, Roxy, and Wendell. "The rest of the lot I can handle with ease…but these four should take the most work."
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Evander blasted music from his stereo while he worked hard in the trash, sifting through it quite quickly to get this over with already. The loud music and beats of bass were definitely helping in that aspect, considering it was causing more trash to shake off of the mountain. Nearby, Percival poked his head up, recognizing the tune playing on the stereo from somewhere. "Say, Sir Evander…this melody that you're playing sounds familiar. What was the name of it?"
"Eh? This song's one of the classic hits by The Coolios! It's called Cool 'Nough For Ya? It's probably their best hit yet!" The greaser was incredibly enthusiastic to talk about the song, considering it was from his favorite band after all. After hearing the name, Percival came to remember more about the song.
"I believe that band once performed near the Quinn estate…aha! I had snuck away from my training to listen to it back then!" Percival let out a hearty laugh as he regaled the tale of his misbehaviors.
"Heh, there's no way a guy like you ever snuck away from some learning. You gotta be one of those teacher's pet types, right?" The two boys kept digging as they talked, a grin sprouting up on Evander's face.
"Oh no, not me…my father would often get quite angry with me for all the times I've snuck away during the training. Everyone wants to be a knight, but it would be so much easier if there were less steps and not as much training." Percival sighed as he kept digging, eventually coming across something in the muck. He pulled it out from the pile to reveal that it was the engine that they needed for their plane, although he was a bit unfamiliar with it. "Say, does this look like it will be of any use to us in the challenge?"
"Ey, nice, dude!" Evander got up from the pile and rushed over to Percival, reaching his fist out towards him, though the knight was a bit unsure about what he was doing. "Man, you don't know what this is? It's a fist bump! Something that bros like us do, y'know?"
"A fist bump? Being sheltered in my estate for most of my life has caused certain things to slip under my radar. But, if it's as you say…a fist bump…" Percival looked down at his own fist, soon bumping against Evander's. His eyes widened from some sort of culture shock, and a wide smile popped up on his face. "This fist bump is most excellent! What an amazing way to share in our friendship!"
"Heh…uh…yeah, man! Let's get that engine back to the plane already though, we wanna show those Bass losers who the top dogs are in this game!" The two boys began running to the rest of the plane, with Percival carrying the engine in his hands.
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"A fellowship with Sir Evander definitely sounds like it will do me well…perhaps he'll be able to teach me more about the things I've been missing during my extensive training." Again, Percival let out a hearty laugh, pounding his fist against the center of his chest, causing his armor to make a satisfying "tink" noise.
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Annalise stood near the pile of trash, her arms crossed as she was refusing to actually start digging around in it. Harriett looked over her shoulder to see the pageant girl just standing there, sighing before getting up to approach her. "Any particular reason you're not helping us look for the parts?"
"Well, obviously I'm not going to sully my beautiful hands in that garbage…seriously, how could someone like me be expected to do anything like that?" Annalise turned her nose up at the girl, only for her to kneel down on the ground and take off her backpack to start digging through it. She raised an eyebrow in question, "What on Earth are you doing now?"
"You don't wanna get your hands dirty? Well, I've got just the thing for that in here! I just gotta find it!" Harriett continued to sift through her bag, pulling several objects out. The first was a rope, the second being a box of tissues, but thirdly, and most importantly, she pulled out a box with latex gloves in it. "Aha! Here we go! You can use these and you won't have to put your hands in the garbage at all!"
"You can't be serious…I'm not going to dig through the garbage at all when we have nine other gremlins that can do it just fine, thank you!" Annalise slapped the box of gloves out of Harriett's hands, the girl in question soon gritting her teeth before standing and looking down at the beauty queen, who wouldn't even look at her. "You can go back to sorting through that now. We've got a challenge to be winning, and you really aren't helping."
"Oh, I'll show you being helpful!" Harriett cracked her knuckles before picking Annalise up off of the ground and tossing her right into the trash pile before dusting her hands off and getting back to work, digging around for the other parts.
Annalise groaned as she pulled herself out of the garbage, revealing that she was covered in slime, and that there was a remote of sorts in her hand. "You…you're gonna be paying me to get this dress replaced! Are you aware of how much this thing costs!?"
"Hey! Annalise! You totally found the remote!" Desiree jumped over to the girl, pointing at the remote that was in her hands before looking up and down at her. "Oh, you're totally covered in a lot of gross, yucky slime right now! Maybe we should start calling you Slimealise! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this that doesn't need to know!" Annalise sighed and slouched down before handing the remote to Desiree, who giddily went over to bring it to the plane itself.
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"That Harriett is always getting on my nerves with her 'helpful suggestions' and her 'solutions for everything.' I don't need to be worrying about doing the work that everyone else should be doing for me, I'm too pretty for that!" Annalise was combing her hair to get the leftover garbage residue out of it.
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Lukas found himself digging through the trash pretty close to the border of where all the Gophers were digging. It took him a while, but he eventually pulled the wings out from the pile, his eyes lighting up with excitement when he got them. He turned to face Peggy, who was sitting next to him, to write something on his board for her to see. Meanwhile, Wendell, who was right near them, noticed that he set the wings down for a second, and snatched them right up to bring them to his own team. "I found the wings, we can start putting the plane together now!"
Peggy looked just past Lukas to see that the wings weren't there, soon lookin over and seeing Wendell bringing the wings to his team. She pointed to him, signaling the mute boy to look over and see that the part had been stolen from him. He got up from his seat, running over to Wendell before tapping him on the shoulder with a glare on his face. The devious scoundrel looked back at him with a smile on his own face. "Oh, if it isn't the Boy Who Cried Nothing…anything I can help you with, mate?"
Lukas scribbled something down on his board and held it up so that Wendell could see it. "I just found those and you stole them, give them back." Wendell read it over before chuckling a bit and shaking his head.
"Listen, buddy, I don't know what you're trying to imply, but I found these wings all on my own…no doubts about that. Why don't you run along back to your team and we'll go on about our days, hm?" Wendell and Lukas stared each other down, each making it clear that they wanted those wings.
Back in the pile, Claudia was still searching for parts, and she eventually came up with her own pair of wings from the muck. She looked down at them before looking at her team to see that they had a pair already. She saw Lukas standing by her team, shrugging her shoulders and getting up from the pile to walk over to him and hold the wings out to him. "Looks like we have this part already…you folks can take this one, we don't need it."
The Gophers gasped, seeing Claudia just willingly giving the other team the part they needed to complete their drone. Lukas blinked twice, unsure about the offer either, but he took them from the girl and nodded at her with a puzzled look on his face. He headed back to his team while Colleen rushed over to Claudia and stomped her foot in the sand right in front of her. "What was that!? Why would you just give them the thing they need to complete the challenge!?"
"It's called being polite…we already had the wings, so I figured we wouldn't need a second pair or anything. Is there something wrong with that?" Claudia narrowed her tired eyes at Colleen, who was getting ready to smack her upside the head with her ruler. It was then that Percival stood between the two of them, trying to deescalate the situation.
"Now, friends, let's not let this get in the way of us winning the challenge…we just need to put the drone together before the other team can, right?" Percival walked over to the base of the plane, gesturing to Francis, who was studying the pieces quite carefully. "We've got our own geek here that can make sure we get that advantage!"
"I could do without being called a geek…but yes, I'm sure I can put this stuff together." The nerdy boy smiled as he took hold of the engine, carefully placing it in the husk of the plane. "This shouldn't take me more than a moment!"
Back on the Bass side of things, Lukas had just returned the wings to his team, where Gene was carefully installing the propeller on his team's plane. After he got it fixed in place, he gave it a spin with his finger to make sure that it could function right. He nodded as it moved, soon taking the wings from Lukas' hands to get them installed as well. "Alright, we just need the engine…who has that sweet, sweet engine?"
"Right here!" Elicia piped up to show that she had the engine in her hands, but as she took a step forward to bring it to the techie, she tripped on her own shoelace, stumbling forward and dropping it in the sand, causing her team to gasp out of shock. Gene rushed over to pick the engine up from where it landed, seeing that it was shorting slightly while sand poured out of its fans.
"No, no! You poor thing…how could this have happened! Please say you're okay, please!" Gene started giving mouth to mouth to the engine to help it, although this just caused him to get shocked from the shorting out. "Urk! Zippity zappa zoo!"
"We're all done!" Francis proudly held his own team's plane up to show that he had pieced it all together, leaving Gene in shock and dismay before he placed the damaged engine in his team's plane. Chris got up from his seat, looking to see that the Gophers had indeed finished first.
"Well done! The Gophers win the first part of the challenge, and will get the reward for winning! Sorry Bass, guess you guys were just…a little bit unlucky!" The Bass groaned while Elicia blushed from the accident.
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"Poor, sweet engine-sama…how could something like this have happened to an innocent engine, like you?" Gene bawled as he sat in the confessional, soon standing up and pointing to the sky while slamming his fist against his chest. "I will avenge you if we fail this challenge! Elicia will be no more!"
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The two teams gathered together, Gene holding his team's sad drone while Francis held his own team's. Chris stood between both teams, two crates right in front of him. With a knock on each of them, the crates fell apart, revealing that the guns to the RC planes were inside of them. In one, there was a gun with a plentiful amount of apples to fire from it. In the other, there was a gun with some watermelons, one would wonder how the watermelons could even be fired from the thing. "Here, you'll see that we're well prepared for a good old fashioned dogfight! Only this dogfight won't have you using real guns…but fruit guns instead! Your goal is to shoot the other plane out of the sky with your aerial ace skills! Gophers, since you finished putting your drone together first, you'll get to have first pick for your gun and ammo!"
"Is this supposed to be some sort of trick question? Leave it to a man to doubt everyone else's intelligence…we'll obviously take the apples." Roxy rolled her eyes at Chris, who snapped his fingers, cueing a soaked Chef to grab the gun and bring it to the group, where Francis carefully installed it on their plane. After he was done handing it off to them, he brought the watermelon gun to the Bass, where Gene was quite upset to have to put the thing on his plane that he loved so much.
"This part of the challenge is incredibly simple, as you just have to fire your guns and knock your enemy out of the sky. The last plane flying will net its team the win for the challenge…and save them from having to eliminate anybody!" Chris snickered while the teams gasped at the mention of elimination. "So, without further ado…ready your remotes!"
Francis and Gene set the planes down on the sands of the beach, each of them holding their remotes closely while side-eyeing each other. "On your marks…get set…fly!" Chris blew an air horn, cueing the two to let their planes start flying. The Gophers' plane took off of the ground with relative ease, but between the shorting engine and the weight of the watermelons, the Bass had some trouble with getting their own up and flying. It eventually did, but they weren't moving with the speed that the Gophers had.
"Man…the engine got really screwy when it was dropped in the sand. I don't know how we're supposed to do anything when we can't even move fast enough to keep up with them!" Gene fiddled with the controls of the remote while Elicia blushed and hid behind Bobby so that no one would get mad at her. "Let me just see if we can even get these melons to fire far enough to hit them." Gene started to sweat from orifices that no one else knew you could sweat from. He took aim with the gun and fired a watermelon…though it just seemed to slide out of the gun and fall into the water. "...We're doomed."
Meanwhile, Francis had taken his team's plane high into the sky and was firing apples at the Bass plane quite rapidly. With each hit, a dent was made in the plane's structure. "Heh…these planes really are as amazing as they say they are! The Bass are going down!"
"Wowee, Francis! I've never seen you geek out like this and get this excited before!" Leslie jumped up and down while patting the boy on the head, though he was still a bit insulted at being called a geek. He continued to fire more and more apples at the Bass' plane, one hitting their gun and causing some of the screws to fall out. It hung loosely from their plane, causing the plane itself to start wobbling through the sky.
"T-their plane is gonna fall out of the sky! P-please don't let it hit me in the head, oh God…" Veronica covered her cranium with both of her arms before Roxy wrapped her arms around her to protect her from all danger.
"Gene, what are we gonna do!? The plane is gonna fall out of the sky at any moment now! We're doomed! This is why electronics will never be as good as things crafted in nature!" Lyle fell to his knees and tugged at his hair while Gene stuck his tongue out and bit down on it, focusing on actually controlling the plane.
"I don't know what to do, we're about to lose the gun! Wait a minute…lose the gun…?" Gene thought hard so he could have a big brain moment, and it finally came. His eyes lit up, and he suddenly started to fire watermelons like crazy, dropping all of them to the ground before long so that the plane's weight was lessened. It was flying faster than before, although still very wobbly. "We just gotta get above them!"
"You just used all our ammo, you nincompoop!" Annalise slapped Gene on the back of the head, though the boy didn't even flinch as he kept focusing on flying the plane higher and higher into the sky. He eventually went above the Gophers' plane, the gun on his own still wobbling and getting worse by the second. It had gotten quite difficult to hit the plane, considering how fast it was at this point. "We're going to lose…we're going to lose and it'll all be your fault."
"I'm sorry, gun-kun…you were a good soldier." A single tear fell down from Gene's eye as he flew the plane right above the Gophers' plane, the gun finally falling off of his own and landing right on the enemy. Their plane came crashing down, soon falling into the ocean and disappearing from everyone's sight, leaving Francis absolutely bewildered at the sight.
"Woah! Man, that was a turn of events that I did not expect!" Chris walked over to Gene, grabbing his hand and lifting it up in the air with a smile on his face. "The Bass have made a comeback, and won themselves the second part of the challenge!" The Bass started to cheer for their victory while the Gophers were still shocked and dismayed with how they could lose such an impressive lead.
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"Sweet victory was right there…people may have actually stopped calling me a geek if I pulled that off…" Francis let out a long sigh and got up from the seat. "I guess I'll give myself a preemptive swirly now…I know I got one coming to me."
A knock came to the confessional's door, soon being followed by Evander's voice. "Ey, geek! You better get yourself ready for a swirly!"
"See? I told you…"
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The Gophers gathered back at the bonfire, each of the ten of them seated on a different log. Colleen fixed her nasty glare on Claudia, who rolled her eyes back at her. Percival and Evander sat next to each other, the two of them arm wrestling while listening to more of the music by The Coolios. Francis' hair was soaking wet with murky water while he slouched down in his own chair, sighing in defeat. Leslie was still a bit too excited, considering that her team had lost and she was bouncing up and down like a madwoman. Wendell whistled while he looked over at Claudia, making a finger across the neck gesture to her. Roxy kept holding Veronica tightly so that she wouldn't panic at the thought of being near a fire, but it didn't seem to help, as she was hyperventilating. Hellen sat near Evander and Percival, though it was quite obvious that she was staring at Percival's hair for some odd reason.
Chris stood by his podium with a platter in hand, the platter holding nine marshmallows on it. "Gophers…you guys gave it your all today, but your all wasn't enough to prevent the Bass from sneaking victory away from you. You've all voted to have the weakest link of your team eliminated. I'll start calling names…when your name is called, you'll be given a marshmallow, and be declared safe until the next challenge. The camper that doesn't receive a marshmallow will have to walk to Dock of Shame to catch the Boat of Losers to sail away from Camp Wawanakwa…forever!"
The Gophers all gasped, the fear of elimination rising in all of them. Veronica passed out from shock, slumping down in Roxy's arms. Chris snickered to himself, seeing each of them so frightened. "Of course…the first marshmallow of the night is going to…Leslie."
"Oh, yay! I love marshmallows!" Leslie squealed in delight when she caught the marshmallow, soon tossing it into her mouth and eating it rather quickly.
"Also safe are…Evander and Percival." Chris flicked the next two marshmallows out to the boys, Evander catching his with one hand before winning the arm wrestling bout against Percival, who sighed dejectedly before catching his own. "Hellen and Wendell, you two are also safe."
"Amazing! Though there was never any worry there, heheh…" Hellen adjusted her glasses before catching the marshmallow and eating it. She seemed to be swirling it around in her mouth with her tongue while looking at Percival, though he didn't look back at her.
"Cheers, mate." Wendell caught his marshmallow and tossed it into his mouth, chewing on it slow and purposefully.
"We've got marshmallows for…Roxy and Veronica as well." Chris tossed out the next two marshmallows, both of which were caught by Roxy, considering that Veronica was still knocked out. "And that just leaves…Francis."
"Oh, thank goodness…" Francis sighed in relief, catching his marshmallow as it flew over to him. This only left two contestants without marshmallows…Colleen and Claudia. Both of the girls were glaring at each other while Chris spun the marshmallow platter on his finger.
"Claudia, you gave a piece of the drones to the other team in an effort to be nice, which may have gotten you some points with the enemy, but most of your own team looks down on that sort of thing. Colleen, you're bossy and nasty…but outside of that, you did a fine job in the challenge today…unlike the last time you were in the bottom two." Colleen rolled her eyes at the host, unamused by the reminder of the first elimination ceremony. "The last marshmallow of the night goes to…"
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"...Colleen." Chris passed the final marshmallow out, with Claudia's jaw dropping seeing that she was being eliminated for this. Percival was shocked as well, feeling sorry for the girl, but he didn't say anything. "Claudia, sorry, but your niceness and consideration has gotten you kicked right out of the game. Dock of Shame is that way."
"Fine, if that's how it's going to be, that's how it's going to be." Claudia stood from her seat, starting to walk towards the Dock of Shame. "I was hoping that we could all be civil, but if that won't get you far in a game like this, I don't mind losing here." The girl got onto the Boat of Losers, looking back at her team with saddened eyes before the boat started to drift away on the lake.
*Votes: Claudia - Colleen, Wendell, Roxy, Francis, Leslie, Hellen, Veronica; Colleen - Claudia, Percival; Francis - Evander
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