"Welcome back to Total Drama Island! Last time, we met the twenty eight campers that, for the next eight weeks, will be competing for a cash prize of one million dollars!" Chris traveled to the other end of the dock. Each camper's face appeared on screen as he spoke. "Our first challenge separated the weak from the weaker. Ultimately, with three non jumpers, Dakota, Scarlett, and Beth, the Gophers lost the initial cliff jumping challenge. But when it came to building a killer hot tub, the Bass TRULY outshined the competition, and the Gophers became all washed up." The camera flash backed to a happy Bass team, and a depressed Gopher team. "A clear line was drawn into the sand among the Gopher team on who to vote out, as it was clear that Dakota just wasn't cut out for the game. Following a near unanimous vote, she was the first to take a walk down the dock of shame. Who will be the next to follow her example? Find out on this episode of Total Drama Island!"
Theme Song
"Morning campers!" yelled a rather excited Chris through the camp megaphones. "Let's get this show on the road! Today, this challenge is going to be a long and grueling one!"
Jolting awake, collectively the campers did not share Chris's excitement. "Marvelous," quipped Noah. "Can't wait to meet the morning with a heart attack for the next month."
Confessional, Katie
So I've been talking to Jackson lately, and I'd say we've really hit it off! Of course he's no Sadie, no one can replace her! He doesn't talk a lot, but he's so nice and charming! We've decided to form an alliance. And we figured we needed to find some new recruits with that Heather chick on the loose. We decided to go for Marilyn, she's like, super nice, AND athletic. AND she's kinda scary, so better a friend than nightmare fuel!
Many campers were still waking up and getting dressed inside of their cabin. Marilyn and Katie, however, were leaving for the Mess Hall-something Katie took advantage of.
"You know, Marilyn, just throwin' this out there, I think we would make a great team," Katie mused, "We could vote off Heather and stuff!"
Marilyn sent a killer stink eye in her direction "Maybe," she responded, "but as far as I'm concerned, I can't trust anyone on this island but myself. And you should too."
"Look, Jackson and I are more or less in an alliance already. We both want Heather gone. She gives me the creeps. But we can't do that unless we strengthen our numbers."
"What's keeping you guys from turning on me as soon as Heather is gone?" Marilyn asked Katie, voicing her concerns.
"And break up a sure-to-be power trio before it even gets going?" Katie countered. "With your brawns, my brains, and Jackson's… uh… bluntness, we could be a force to be reckoned with!"
"...Alright, I'm convinced." Marilyn offered Katie her hand, and crushed Katie's with a megagrip. Katie, wishing to preserve the victory, kept the pain to herself. "But if you cross me," Marilyn said, "I will come after you, and it will be ugly. Got it?"
"Got it, very much got it."
Confessional, Marilyn
Having an alliance right now is great for me. Katie and Jackson seem alright. And I'm not much of a backstabber, but that feeling better be mutual, or they're gonna wish it was.
Confessional, Jackson
In horror movies you're better off in a big group than on your own. I'm guessing it's the same for reality shows as well. Hopefully this Marilyn girl can be trusted.
The two teams had split off to sit at separate tables. On the left sat the Bass, and the right, the Gophers. Duncan and Scott had developed a somewhat tentative friendship up to this point. Snickering at the same misfortunes and making more or less the same crude jokes at the expense of the other campers. Them sitting together wasn't surprising, but an alliance between the two was doubtful in the minds of their fellow campers.
"Alright, when do you think was the last time that Shawn guy took a shower?" Duncan chuckled.
"I gotta say never, man. Like Shaggy from Scooby Doo decided to become a dumpster diver and avoid soap like the plague." With that quip, Scott earned a snicker from the punk.
"You know, we think alike, you and I," Duncan offered the farmboy. "We stick together, we could make them fear us."
Smoke began to work in Scott's brian. "I don't see why not," he replied. "With chicks like Heather and Leshawna on this team, we dudes need to stick together,"
"My thoughts exactly." Duncan extended his hand. "How 'bout it, pal? Duo until the end?"
Scott allowed a moment to pass before accepting it. "Until then end, my friend" he responded. "Let's make 'em scream."
Confessional, Duncan
Scott is by no means the most trustworthy. Or the most sanitary. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if he stabs me in the back, but he's the closest thing I've got to an ally on this island, so I may as well strike a deal.
Confessional, Scott
If the opportunity presents itself, of course I'll throw Duncan under the bus, but given our current situation, I'm better off keeping him close. But the minute he's useless, BAM! Bye bye juvy boy.
Meanwhile at the Gophers table, an unlikely duo was forming.
"Hey Ryan, this seat taken?" asked Trent to the jock.
"Nah dude," he replied. "Have a seat."
Trent, with his 'meal' in hand, sat down next to Ryan. They ate as much as they could stomach before continuing their conversation.
"Man, I can't even with this slop," Trent mused. "What I would give for a good cheeseburger right about now."
"Oh, man," Ryan agreed, "You and me both, pal. With some curly fries and some dip? Serve it with a Cola and boom. Heaven right there."
"Don't get me started!" laughed Trent. "If you get me going, I'll be going mad all night thinking about real food!"
Many unlikely friendships were formed on the basis of food, and it appeared that this was no exception.
"You know Ryan," Trent started, "You seem like a pretty cool dude. Perhaps an alliance of sorts is in order. We could probably be pretty strong. Pack a punch, go far."
"I'm inclined to agree with you." He stared at his newfound friend for a moment, before giving in: "...Why not? I can already tell you're a pretty chill guy."
"Shake on it." Trent extends his hand out to Ryan.
Ryan accepted the handshake, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "I don't give out alliances like free samples. Don't you go backstabbing me."
"Wouldn't dream of it, dude," Trent laughed. "You could probably knock me out cold in seconds."
"Five on a good day," said Ryan, half exaggerating. "So, humor me for a moment. Who do we vote out first if we lose?" Ryan asks, getting down to business.
"I don't trust that Scarlett chick at all," admitted Trent, "but I say we vote with the majority, just until we gain more trust among the team."
"That makes sense," Ryan chimed, "And I agree with you on Scarlett, but we've only been here for a day, so you never can tell."
"Agreed. Let's see how today's challenge goes." Trent took a bite of his slop "It just may tell us all we need to know."
Confessional, Ryan
Trent's cool, I think we'll get along well. Perfect world, we both make it to merge. Then, we'll be able to do some serious damage.
Confessional, Trent
Ryan's got the brains and the brawns, which makes him the perfect alliance partner. Bit of a gamble putting so much trust in a dude this early on, but when you're on a show like this, you gotta make a few gambles.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the Gopher table, another friendship was blossoming..
"So, what made you so interested in the military?" Sammy asked Brick as they ate their breakfast.
"My duty is to help those in need, and I thought joining the military would be the best way to do that, ma'am," Brick explained.
"Did any of your family serve?"
"Yes ma'am. My grandfather, in the Korean War."
"That's so cool, Brick, you should be proud."
"Pository. Very, very much a positive. And, uh… what got you into cheerleading?"
"Well, I wanted to go for a sport, but my sister forced me to do cheerleading because it was the only thing she was good at," Sammy explained.
"But you're your own person, why not go out for something else that you like? Before I was in the army, I worked at a hair salon!"
Sammy looked confused by that last statement.
"What? You need to follow your dreams. Why don't you step out from your sisters' shadow?"
"My sister is kind of a b-bully and bosses me around a lot."
"And you just take it?"
"Y-eah, I don't really have a choice, she was always the favorite," Sammy stated, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
"Well, we certainly can't have that," stated Brick comforting her. "When this competition is done, I'll have a word with her for you. Family sticks together, but that, ma'am, is ridiculous."
"I-I really appreciate that, Brick. It means a lot," Sammy said thanking the army boy with a small smile crossing her face. "And, don't trouble yourself with the 'ma'am' thing. Call me Sammy!"
"Yes ma'am," Brick replied instinctively, before catching himself. "I mean, Sammy."
Confessional, Sammy
Brick is so confident and strong, which is something I admire and wish I had. I could never stand up to my sister alone, I don't have that kind of strength. But Brick said he would help me stand up to her, which is totally cool of him.
Confessional, Brick
Sammy's sister would never make it in my platoon! Bullying is not in the cadet code!
"ALRIGHT CAMPERS, it's challenge time! All of you report to the campground for today's challenge," Chris yelled through his megaphone.
"New challenge," quipped Noah, with a roll of the eyes. "At the crack of dawn. I'm ecstatic."
The campers slowly made their way to the campground where fourteen platforms came into view. Seven were red and seven were green, signifying the team colors.
"Welcome campers to the second challenge of the show: How much weight can you hold?" Chris announced.
"Is that supposed to be a rhetorical question?" Beth asked the host.
"Yes Beth, yes it is. The challenge goes a little something like this. Each team will select seven members to be given a wooden bar to hold on your back. The rest of you will add to their lift with one of these twenty pound sandbags in three minute intervals. You're eliminated from the challenge if you fall or you drop the bar for ANY reason. I'll give you all a few minutes to decide who carries the weight, and who places the weight on the carriers' shoulders." Chris stepped off-camera, with an ever-present maniacal grin plastered on his face.
After a few moments had passed, the Gophers and Bass had decided who'd be carrying the weight and fate of their teams on their backs. The Gophers had selected Brick, Ryan, Jasmine, Sky, Trent, Sammy, and Shawn, who all took their places on their podiums, while The Bass had selected Marilyn, Duncan, Scott, Justin, Courtney, Jackson, and Zoey, also taking their places. The remaining players allocating weight stood in the middle near the sandbags waiting for their signal.
Confessional, Scarlett
It doesn't take a brainiac to conclude that optimum strategy is to bombard the strongest players with as much supplemental weight as possible, and eliminate them ASAP. Third, maybe second grade physics.
With the ear-curling blare of an airhorn courtesy of Chris, the lifting began.
No surprise, there was little struggle for any of the competitors for the first few minutes.
"You call this lifting?" Duncan taunted. "I'm sorry, am I carrying something on my back?"
"Trust me, mate," Jasmine retorted, "You ain't gonna be so cocky so long."
It wasn't long before the ringing of a bell came from Chris's direction. Taking just a moment to step into frame, Chris yelled via megaphone: "The first three minutes have passed! Teams, you may place your first sandbags!"
Cameron attempted to lift his sandbag. It proved too heavy. Sweating bullets, he hoisted it with all of his might, but with a loud "CRACK!" originating from somewhere in his upper arm, it proved futile.
"Here, sugar," LeShawna lifted the bag for him. "Where you thinkin' this one goes?"
"Thank you," Cameron winced. "Of course, we'll logically be aiming for their most physically capable members first. And off of visual observation alone…" Cameron appeared to be running the numbers through his head. "Brick is the safest bet!"
"Ooh, I see smoke, so you must be thinkin'!" Leshawna gladly launched a sandbag onto Brick's bar, a play which Brick met with a heavy exhale. "Tell ya what," said Leshawna, returning to Cameron, "We'll do the movin', you just point us in the right direction, baby."
"That… that works fine! Very fine" Cameron grinned.
"You doin' alright, Brick?" Called a concerned Sammy.
"Nothin' at all, ma-Sammy!" caught Brick. "Weights like these are warm-ups back at boot."
Tem witnessed Brick beginning to struggle and turned to her teammates. "So, uh…" she chimed. "Where should we drop?"
"One word," Scarlett replied, "Tenacity."
Tem blinked, in total confusion.
"I found that one rather funny…" said Scarlett, only to herself. "We pick the strong ones. Place it on Marilyn."
Ella pranced in Marilyn's direction. Half in routine, she placed a sandbag on her weights. Marilyn gnashed her teeth tighter, but refused to show any weakness.
"I very much hope this bag brings you a suitable workout!" sang Ella, ever the optimist.
"Blow it out your ear," Marilyn replied. Ella, oblivious to the fact she'd been dissed, tried to see if this was possible as she made her way back to the Gophers.
"How's that lifting feeling, campers?" said Chris, returning to the field with a smoothie in hand. "Getting tired, yet?"
"N-never been better!" boasted Scott. "Back at home this is working off breakfast!" Soon following Scott was a chorus of contestants trying to make it clear they could do this all day.
"Well, don't have too much fun!" replied Chris. "Chef and I have a bet going on how long you're really gonna last. He said fifty, I said forty." Chris took a healthy swig of his smoothie. "And I swear, dudes, it's gonna be forty."
Cameron could make out from a distance that the sandbag was taking quite the toll on Brick. "One more bag on him should do the trick!" He fumed.
Another ring of the bell. "Let's get stackin'!" spouted Chris.
Izzy held the bag in her hand, and, noticeably far away from the lifting podiums, lined up her arm in what appeared to be aiming for a shot.
"What," started Heather, "And let me say it again for the impact, WHAT, are you doing?"
Izzy said nothing, but with her other hand, closed Heather's mouth. After a minute, she chucked the sandbag, and it landed perfectly on Brick's bar. He nearly collapsed directly on impact.
Heather was rarely at a loss for words, but at that moment, nothing came. Izzy turned and said, "You should tell me what you do with your hair! It's so long and hairy." Izzy strided away, leaving Heather to stand completely dumbfounded for a good minute.
Confessional, Izzy
I'm crazy and athletic. I'm like the perfect combination. But I would really like to know what Heather uses on her hair though.
Meanwhile, by the Gophers, Beth dragged a second sandbag in Marilyn's direction.
"Sorry!" said Beth, adding to Marilyn's weight.
"Sorry?!" yelled Marilyn. "Sorry for what?! One, two, forty-six, makes no difference! I'm a boulder, sturdy, and, unmoving."
"Oh, good to hear!" beamed Beth. "We'll just keep putin' weights on you, then!" She skipped off back to her team, leaving an increasingly-weak Marilyn to sigh. "Me and my big mouth."
Through Brick's face you could tell he wasn't going to last much longer. Jasmine saw it, and, working a little team spirit, called in his direction, "Hang in there, Brick!"
Sammy was quick to echo her teammate's sympathies. "You've got this, Brick! I know you do!"
Brick heard the goodwill, but words weren't holding up over a hundred pounds for minutes on end. "J-just…" he managed, "just a soldier's duty."
A lone feather, seemingly lost by a gull from a tree above, floated down to Brick's bar. As it landed, he collapsed. Gasps rang out from his teammates, along with more than a few cheers from the Bass.
"One gopher has cried uncle!" announced Chris. "Who will be next to go? Preferably sooner than later?"
"Where to next, bagmaster?" Katie called to Cam.
Cameron, more than ecstatic to be helping, surveyed the rest of the team, and quickly decided on… "Ryan!"
Beardo diced the next bag onto Ryan's board. As if to taunt him, he perfectly recreated the sound of a bomb flying to the ground and exploding.
"Ryan!" Trent called. "Hangin' in there, man?"
"C-'course!" Ryan replied. Trent wouldn't have to know he'd already been struggling before the excess weight.
Noah, meanwhile, was dragging another bag to Marilyn's bar, before Scarlett stopped him in his tracks. "Hang on, a minute," she said, "Take another look. She won't be needing another bag."
Marilyn's knees trembled, and as much as she tried to prove with her face that she was still in perfect condition, the rest of her body told another story.
"What gave it away?" said Noah, who promptly moved over to Scott's beam instead.
"Aw, come on!" wailed Scott. "Why me?"
"Beats me," replied Noah. "You looked at me funny."
Ryan and Marilyn, both clearly showing the side effects of the excess weight, looked especially close to giving in.
"Come on, Marilyn!" Shouted Katie, who admittedly had quite the feeling she wasn't long to this round.
Jackson, looking to help, but unable to come up with the right thing to say before the words poured out, ended up going with, "Yes!"
Confessional, Jackson
Yes. Thousands of unique words in the dictionary, and my genius brain goes with "yes." Maybe I should worry about my English before I move forward with the social skills.
A few minutes passed, and still, no more drops. "Come on, dudes!" Chris shouted, "I wanna see some spirits break!"
Another ring. The Bass had developed a rhythm. Cameron pointed towards Ryan's direction, and Chloe greeted him with a bag.
"I hate to see you in this way," she said to Ryan, "but the lord has a reason for everything!"
She gleefully returned to her station. "See, this," Ryan started, "this is why I don't go to church."
A jolt. And a shake. And just like that, Ryan collapsed. More gasping and more "whooo's" and one very vocal "Ryan!" from Trent. For a brief moment, it was 2-0. Then, Marilyn followed suit.
"No! Marilyn!" Katie could be heard yelling.
A good long while for anger came for Marilyn, followed by her anger management skill: laughing it off. "What a run!" She bellowed, "outlasted even the army boy by a good ten minutes!"
"Three down and eleven to go," Chris announced, "time for more bags!"
"Where to, Cameron?" asked Leshawna to the brainiac.
"Let's put them on Shawn and Trent," Cameron decided, as the group split the weight between the pair.
As Leshawna placed hers and Cameron's sandbags onto Trent's bar, she couldn't resist the urge to taunt him a little. "Wish I could say I was sorry, baby, but we're in it to win it. Again."
Trent managed to return a smirk. "We'll see about that."
Tem brought her bag to Duncan after seeing Scott was about a second away from breaking. She placed her sandbags on his bar.
"How ya doin, gorgeous?" said Duncan to the city girl.
"Whatever punk," Tem gawked. "Stay outta my way and we won't have any problems." She stared him down.
"Oh," he snickered in return, "we'll see about that."
Not even a few seconds later, Scott dropped to the floor.
Duncan couldn't help but laugh. "Breakfast, huh?"
"Why don't you stick it, juvy boy," Scott responded, clearly frustrated with himself.
"That's the best you got?" Duncan chuckled, "I was laying down sicker burns in the fifth grade." His friendly fire earned him laughs and giggles from his cast mates, causing Scott to storm off in frustration.
"Hmm, well with another one out let's put some more weight on shall we?" Chris said.
Like a field commander, Cameron once again directed his 'troops' to place their sandbags onto Trent and Shawn's bars, causing both to physically wince at the dramatic increase in weight. Their legs started to shake, but they both held firm.
Confessional, Cameron
I'm glad I was able to help my team with this challenge. From the vacant stares I received at breakfast, I've deduced that I probably would have been voted out last round for being too weak, so right now, I need to prove my worth to the team.
Meanwhile Scarlett was attempting to calculate her own team's next move. "Alright, half of you place your bags on Zoey, and the other half Duncan."
"Sorry Zoey!" said Beth, placing yet another sandbag, "I don't want to see you struggle, but I don't want to lose a lot more!"
"I hear the sympathy," said Zoey, "but I feel the sandbags a lot more!"
"Well, I was gonna say this hurts you more than it hurts me," Beth said, adjusting her specks, "but I also don't like lying!" Beth sauntered off. Zoey knew Beth's were crocodile tears, but hey, all in the name of the game.
It wasn't too long after that Trent collapsed to the ground, with Shawn following. It was 4-2 now, with the Bass winning by a mile. But it was still anyone's game.
By the look on Chris's face, you could tell he'd had enough. "Okay that's it!" He shouted. "I'm winning this flip-floppin' bet. I'm going to give you dudes some water balloons, and you can pelt the other team as much as you like!" Chef began passing out water balloons to each of the contestants not handling fifty plus pounds.
Confessional: Shawn
Water balloons? Really? This man needs a heart as much as zombies need a brain.
Confessional: Leshawna
Someone needs to slap some human into this man. He's as alien as Heather!
"But no face shots, alright?" offered Chris, with a rare case of mercy. He adjusted his chin to a mirror. "We're all personalities now."
"Oh this is going to be good," Scott chuckled as he began to take aim at Duncan, before Leshawna grabbed his arm. "What?"
"Win now, revenge later, honey."
Scott eyebrows furrowed like Everest. Eventually, he lowered his arm "Fine." He instead aimed in Jasmine's direction, and hurled a balloon straight at her stomach. A puff of air escaped her, but she held strong.
A now-defeated Shawn, not knowing exactly what came over him, shouted, "Jasmine! You alright?"
In that moment, a few words of encouragement seemed to be all that Jasmine needed. She hoisted herself back up, and kept lifting. "Alright?" she called back to Shawn. "Doin' great. And will be doin' great."
Shawn's face lit up. "Great stuff!" he called back in return. They shared a smile.
Heather found herself aiming towards Sammy, before a water balloon landed on her head of all places. Her hair sunk to cover her face. Furious, she spouted, "Alright, who's the sucker?!"
She turned to see Izzy, whistling to herself and looking innocent in Izzyland. "Okay," she started, "I didn't really go for you, but I've just been hurling them like this." Izzy picked up a water balloon, spun in a circle, and flung the balloon at random. It hit Dave, which he met with a quick manic episode.
Izzy could only chuckle. "It's fun!"
Beardo, looking to get in on the action, took a balloon himself, accurately mimicking a tornado as he spun and chucked randomly. This, too, hit Heather. Not at all pleased, she gestured to Beardo to hand her his other balloon. He complied, and she quickly pelted him with it. Sad trombone noises.
Confessional, Heather
Those two are lucky I've got bigger fish to fry
Quite a few balloons found themselves being launched in Justin's direction. The spray of water soaked through his shirt, somehow increasing the hot factor. Suddenly, most of the Gophers couldn't find it in their hearts to throw anything at him.
"So… hot…" rang Beth.
"My prince!" sang Ella.
All Justin could do in return was smile.
A victory for the Bass, surely. And that was exactly what rubbed Heather the wrong way.
Confessional, Heather
What's the deal with Male-Model Hunkzilla? All he had to do was sneak a smile with those perfect white teeth… and blammo! Suddenly he's won over not just our team, but theirs? I can see right through him. If my master plan is gonna work, he needs to go down, down, down.
Another balloon and Zoey couldn't take it anymore. She let out a yell and fell to the floor. Plenty of the lifters looked like they were moments away from following her lead.
Some enjoyed the benefits of simply looking weaker. Sammy, Jackson, Courtney, all of them had yet to take even one sandbag. None of them were cruising, but they could certainly keep things up.
Which is more than could be said for Duncan. Nearing a hundred pounds, the jailbird couldn't take much more of this. He let out a loud gasp as his knees started to shake like mad.
Courtney, who lifted next to him, laughed. "Hah! Had enough already, big strong man?"
"Thank you for the concern, teammate," Duncan huffed back. "But don't worry about me. I'm too distracted by your pretty little eyes."
Courtney guffawed.. "That's rich! My eyes and I'll give you the time of day in Appeals court!"
"Well," began Duncan, "you know what they say-"
He let his guard down in his attempts to drive Courtney nuts. It was an opportunity Scarlett couldn't pass up. She took a balloon, and fired it straight at the giblets.
Duncan's face soured up. "The kiwis…" he winced, before promptly falling to the ground.
Even Chris had to drop the jaw. "Ooooh…" he said. "Like a thousand voices cried out in agony. Maybe I should've made two rules."
Confessional, Scarlett
Mercy is a formality.
Confessional, Duncan
Why… Why did it have to be there?
Sammy had only received two bags, but she wasn't built for heavy lifting. She fell to the ground.
"That's TWO more contestants!" Chris joyed. He looked at his watch and gasped. "We're at the half-hour mark! Get droppin', kids! "
Brick quickly ran in Sammy's direction and helped her up. "Sammy!" he called. "What's your status?"
"Tired…" she quipped. "Very, very tired."
"Understood," he gave. "And, respected. Takes a soldier's will to last that long. And I'd say that makes you an honorary soldier."
Sammy couldn't help but manage a faint smile. "Thanks, Brick," she said. "Thanks a lot." As Brick carried her back to the team, the two passed by the unseen, knowing glance of Jasmine. She knew what was up.
"We're down to five to four," said Cameron, viewing the competition. "And we're winning. We've got this in the bag."
"In the bag, alright," said Leshawna, "the sandbag, which is goin' straight onto giant girl!" Leshawna hoisted yet another sandbag onto Jasmine, who now had well over a hundred pounds on her bar. "Call it tough love, sister," quipped Leshawna, "but don't worry. You'll be done before you can say, 'Aussie Aussie Aussie!'"
"Oh yeah," was what Jasmine managed to make out in reply. "Real clever. Shrimp on the barby and all that."
Meanwhile, the Gophers had all firepower on Jackson, who was still getting over the recent massacre of Duncan, and had crossed his legs for good measure.
"Let's! Go! Jackson!" cheered Katie. "Keep! On! Lifting! Uh… Yeah! You… Yeah!"
It was quiet, but you could hear Jackson mumbling, "Which Saw set have I stumbled onto?"
Justin, Courtney, and Sky were all safe to last as long as they needed to. Courtney and Sky were both clearly trembling at the knees, but they kept strong. Justin somehow barely mustered a flinch.
Confessional, Justin
The pecs aren't just for show. If I'm investing into Celine Dion's nutritionist, you bet your perfect, perky butt I'm taking advantage of it. It's the fastest way to have only good sides.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" asked Beth to Scarlett, who appeared to be staring at Jackson observantly. She replied with nothing, and instead aimed at Jackson's face. She flung it near-perfect, and knocked Jackson's mask clean off.
Gasps from those who were looking in his direction… nobody had seen him without the mask. He squeaked, and retreated from the lifting podium to return the mask to his face. He was out.
Scarlett smirked. "Aerodynamics," she said, "what can't it do?"
Katie was wide-eyed, making her way over to Jackson. "Wow…" she began, a bit speechless.
"I know!" Jackson shouted, a bit too loud. He retreated from the lifting grounds. Katie called his name, and for a moment chased after him. Finally, she decided that all she could do now was let it alone. Guess he needed some alone time.
It was 5-5 now. Chris was biting his nails in anticipation. Thirty-nine minutes.
"Whooooh wee!" sang Leshawna. "With that gorgeous body builder carryin' the banner, who needs Arnold?"
Heather fumed. "Right," she said. "Let's put all the faith in one chistled dude. Genius!"
"I don't remember asking for your input, hun" said Leshawna. "You certainly haven't been adding much at all to the challenge, or the team!"
"Voting off material," chimed Marilyn. "More than enough voting off material."
Confessional, Heather
Great. We win. And then what? We win again. And again. Thanks, Justin. Glad to have you on the team, until we don't! He's an asset now. And a threat that can't be dealt with later. He's gotta go.
Heather looked around. No one was watching. She snuck away, where she couldn't easily be noticed. Then, when the coast was clear, she chucked a water balloon… straight for Justin's hair. He freaked.
"My hair!" He cried. "My beautiful, perfect hair!" The weight overwhelmed him at the moment, and he lost his grip, falling out of it.
Heather quickly snuck back to her own team. Nobody seemed to notice who threw that balloon. Shawn congratulated Dave on a balloon well chucked, but Dave could only watch on in confusion.
The Bass girls cried out for Justin in a chorus of woe.
"Oh no," said Noah, to no one in particular. "The violence was fine until we hurt the hot one. When will this madness cease?"
Suddenly, the Gophers were in the lead. Sky and Jasmine were holding strong, but so was Courtney.
"Great sasparilla on a Friday," said Jasmine, who was looking for any way to make the pain pass by faster. "Nobody told me when I signed on for Total Drama, that I'd be holdin' up a house!"
"Keep on keepin' on!" Sky mused back. "Arms breaking, sweat dripping, but the spirit outlasts it all!"
"Rather proper way of putin' it," Jasmine rang back. "Show her the spirit, why don't we!"
Jasmine and Sky found a second wind through encouraging each other. Courtney, meanwhile, had no one to encourage her, and balloons flying at her face from all directions.
"Agh!" she spurted. "A few words would help, teammates!"
"A few words?" called back Chloe, "of course! Let's see… uh… artichoke! Culmination! Mormonism!"
Confessional, Courtney
Idiots. I'm surrounded by complete and utter idiots.
"FORTY-FOUR MINUTES!" shouted Chris. "GET 'ER DONE, CAMPERS! Place all the sandbags you want! All the balloons you can throw!"
The campers heard these cries, and they benefited the Gophers. Courtney, all alone, took sandbag after sandbag. She couldn't take it. But Jasmine and Sky were about to break. All she had to do was outlast them.
Unfortunately, all the weight piled on Courtney took its toll, and she dropped, to the dismay of the Bass and the excitement of the Gophers
"The Screaming Gophers win immunity!" Chris announced. Gophers cheered, and Bass moaned in defeat. "And the Killer Bass will be sending one unfortunate sucker home! Gophers, have fun tonight. Bass, I'll see you at the campfire, so you better start scrambling,"
Duncan offered a hand to Courtney, who still lay limp on the ground. She quickly shoved it away and stood up.. "I'm quite capable of helping myself."
She lost her balance and nearly fell over. Duncan snickered. "Fine by me," he said, leaving to catch up with Scott.
The Gophers left to celebrate while the Bass team separated to discuss who to eliminate. The choice would not be easy.
Confessional, Heather
After that defeat, I need to make sure that the tides of voting are turning in someone else's direction. But who to make my first victim? Oh, let me think. Eenie, meanie, minie, Justin.
Unlike the last elimination, this vote wasn't obvious. Would you eliminate Cameron, who found a purpose directing bags, but was ultimately the obvious weakest player? Or, Heather the mean chick, who nobody could stand? Or perhaps a more major threat? Heather, knowing she was close to the chopping block, needed to scramble. And scramble she did. Pulling aside Duncan, Heather put her plan into motion.
"Duncan, can I talk to you for a moment?" said Heather, approaching him with purpose in her stride.
"Sure thing, gorgeous," Duncan replied, grinning ear-to-ear, receiving an eye roll from Heather.
"I wanted to see… if you and Scott might be willing to vote Justin tonight?" Heather asked the punk, sliding a finger down his chest.
"Get rid of pretty boy?" Duncan replied. "The offer is tempting, but I'm afraid I ain't givin' over my vote that easy, dollface."
"Justin, come merge, could win this whole thing," Heather explained. "He even outlasted you. Also, he's got the hot factor. Plenty of girls will do whatever he wants."
"A fair point, but why weaken the team like that? Cameron is by far our weakest player," Duncan replied.
"Think of it like this," Heather proposed, "Justin's hotness is like… the plague. The longer you let it spread, the more people it's going to infect." Heather noticed the slightly amused look on Duncan's face. "Just, bear with me here. Before you know it, he's amassed an army of infecteds, ready to vote you out at the flick of a finger. Bye bye Duncan."
Recuperating, Duncan replied, "A little overdramatic, but I'll admit… convincing. Alright, babe. I'll tell Scott to vote Justin. Just 'cuz of your pretty face."
"Barf," replied Heather, now on the hunt for her next prey.
Confessional, Duncan
I don't trust that chick at all, but even I'll admit, she's got a point about Justin. He's almost… too perfect.
Zoey and Cameron sat near the fire pit, engaged in polite conversation.
"Back in the bubble, feeling the high-intensity heat radiating towards my body was only a pipe dream," Cameron confessed. "But now, I must conclude, heat from the fire is very, very nice!"
Zoey laughed. "It's nice to see you coming out of your bubble! You've gotta try making smores!"
"Another thing to add to my list !" Cameron beamed. "I must express my thanks to you Zoey for your kindness. Many of these contestants I find highly bone-chilling, especially Heather-"
Cameron's tangent was interrupted by a lighting strike, and Heather appearing out of seemingly nowhere. Zoey jumped. Cam screamed.
"Hidely-ho, teammates!" faked Heather. "How 'bout that challenge, huh? A real gut-wrencher!"
Confessional, Cameron
This. This is why she scares me
"Uhm… yeah," agreed Zoey, hesitantly. "Y'know, until we lost."
"Yeah… yeah real shame," Heather lazily agreed. "Anyway, have you thought about who you're voting off? 'Cuz if I were you, I'd be voting Justin."
"Justin?" raised Cameron. "What purpose does that serve to our team? He lasted quite long as a lifter."
"Yeah…" Zoey added, daydreaming, "He also keeps it easy on the eyes…"
"See? He's gotten to you too!" Heather lamented. "This is just his plan. Convince you that he's this mighty team player, then, when you least expect it, he throws you under the bus!" She knew she'd won when she saw looks of surprise on both of their faces.
"And, I didn't wanna say it, but… I heard him say, quite clearly, 'bubble boy needs to go.'"
"Bubble boy?!" squeaked Cameron. "But… I'm the bubble boy!"
"Exactly what I thought," Heather said, "I'm just saying what I heard. And I respect that brain of yours enough to make sure that you don't get sent off before you should be."
"Me too, Cam!" Zoey chimed in. "Let's take care of Justin… before Justin takes care of us!"
Confessional, Heather
Like taking candy from a baby.
Heather found Leshawna doing her hair in the bathrooms. Seeing her enter from the mirror, Leshawna's expression transformed into a frown.
"Sorry, girl," she began. "This part of camp's reserved for human beings only,"
"Burn," Heather countered. "Listen. I don't like you, you don't like me."
Leshawna scoffed. "At least we can agree on somethin'. Won't be any problem of mine, though, 'cuz I'm about to vote your ass outta here."
"Fair enough," Heather offered. "And yet, very naive."
"You wanna tell me how to vote?" Leshawna shouted. "Then go 'n join the Democratic party!"
"All I'm saying is, there's a much bigger target right in front of you, and if you wanna win, you and I are gonna have to put aside our differences for the night and send him home."
"I can only assume you are referring to Duncan." Leshawna removed the curls from her hair and unleashed a giant afro above her head. "That dude's scary like a Scream movie, but he's got one thing goin' for him. He ain't you."
"Oh, I don't mean Duncan at all," Heather sneered. "I mean Justin."
"Justin?" Leshawna laughed. "Girl, not only are you deaf, you blind! Why would I vote for that chiseled face? Only thing keepin' me sane on this island is my view of the man meat!"
"Oh, he's hot alright," agreed Heather. "And strong. And sociable. He's… perfect. If I met him in the finals, I don't ever think I'd beat him."
Leshawna started thinking. Heather smiled. That's all she needed to see. "Yeah…" Leshawana gave, "I guess he'd be pretty tough to go up against."
"As far as I'm concerned," Heather offered, "what intelligent player is gonna wait until then? I've got the words of most of the team already. This may be the one and only chance."
Leshawna turned to Heather, eyebrows furrowed. "You are playin' me like a first violin!"
"Call it what you like," she replied. "I can tell from your face, you know I'm right."
A moment passed. Leshawna let out an angry "graah!" before offering a hand to Heather. "Next time we losin'," she said, "you're gonna be cruisin'."
Heather took Leshawna's hand and shook it. "You're not as dumb as you look."
Leshawna retrieved her hand and began washing it. "And you're dumber."
Courtney sat in her bunk, scribbling in a daily journal, marking up factoids like her current mood and details of the challenge… along with some she would keep to herself: number of friends made, conversation starters.
She frantically shut the book upon hearing a little-too-loud "Hey there!" from Heather, entering the room. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Unimportant," Courtney replied. "What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing much," said Heather, looking to add to her kill count. "Just wondering who you were thinking of voting off tonight?"
"I've weighed pro's and con's," said Courtney, "and while my gut very much wants to vote in your direction, the final conclusion is that Cameron is by far the weakest link. Removing him from the picture does little for team efficiency. Might even improve it."
"Oh, you're trying to think about it logically, are you?" chimed Heather. "Well, I don't know what you're on about, then, 'cuz the math clearly points in the direction of Justin.
"Justin?" snickered Courtney. "What kind of Bizarro math are you doing? He's capable, he's a team player, he's… admittedly quite the view, he's arguably the strongest part of the equation."
"And that's why," Heather countered, "he has to go. Why don't you apply that same logic, but post-merge."
Courtney didn't need to think too long about it before Heather's point dawned on her.
"You mean to say, he's too good for the team," Courtney concluded.
"Funny how that works, huh?" Heather said. "I want him out. Me and about half a dozen of my closest friends." Heather offered a hand from below. "Becoming that last vote to push us over the edge, who knows, that play may be the one that leads you to win this whole thing."
Courtney appeared to be studying Heather's hand for a good ten seconds. Finally, she reached down to it and shook it like she would a potential voter in a Stud Co election. "My next game-winning play?" she said. "Voting for you."
"I look forward to it," Heather smiled. "After Justin's already gone."
As the Bass prepared to vote, the alliance of three had met in the Mess Hall to discuss tonight's vote.
"So… I don't think it'll be much of a contest, but... Heather tonight?" Katie asked the duo that stood before her.
"I'd love more than anything to send her packing tonight," Marilyn chimed in.
"Yeah… she's extremely manipulative," Jackson added. "She reminds me of the bitchy girl in every Slaughterhouse movie that gets nixed first."
The others stared at him in awe. "What?"
"I'm pretty sure that's the most you've said since you've been here," Marilyn says in shock.
"Katie is teaching me to be social."
Katie smiled. "I'm just trying to get the big fella to open up a bit more, you know?"
"Just great," said Marilyn, "Adorable. But let's stay focused, Heather goes tonight, no questions asked."
"Killer Bass, please come to the Bonfire for your first elimination ceremony of the season!" Chris shouted through his megaphone.
"That's our que!" Katie smiled enough for the three of them as the trio left for the bonfire.
Elimination Ceremony
"Welcome Killer Bass to your first Elimination Ceremony of the season. In this game this marshmallow represents your life in the game. If you don't get a marshmallow you get eliminated, simple as that. If I call your name please come up and collect your marshmallow," Chris explains to the Bass.
"First safe is… Leshawna."
"Yeah baby!" Leshawna cheered, reaching for her marshmallow.
"Jackson."
"Zoey."
"Duncan."
"Courtney."
"Katie."
"EEEEEE, yay, Jackson we're both still in!" Katie shouts.
Slightly confused, Jackson managed a, "Yippee?"
"Scott."
"Marilyn."
"Izzy." Chris continued.
"BONZAI!" Izzy shouts in excitement.
"Beardo."
"Ding ding ding!" emoted Beardo.
"And finally, Chloe."
"Thank the lord."
"The rest of you received some votes. However, with only two votes to be eliminated…. Cameron, you're safe."
"Oh, thank you guys!" Cameron cheers thanking the group for keeping him. "Bubble boy lives on!"
"Now… I think this is very wrong, and I'm still shocked that this person even received votest…" Chris begins, Heather stared at the host with a confident smirk, and suddenly, all the confidence escaped Justin's face.
"Justin, in my opinion, you should not be the one going home tonight, but sadly you are. Sorry buddy, but you're out."
Justin sat up from his tree stump waving goodbye to his former teammates, staring at the ground in defeat he walked to the boat of losers without so much as a word.
"Bye Justin," Heather smirked, waving to the model.
"Maybe you'll think next time," yelled Cameron, "before you go for the bubble boy!"
"Before I what?" responded a confused Justin, who was promptly thrown in the boat by an impatient Chef.
"Heather," started Zoey, "Just because we saved you this time doesn't mean we won't vote you out next time."
"They're bigger threats on this team than me. Sooner than later, you'll be picking each other off one by one." Heather, with all the confidence in the world, made her way back to the cabins.
"Oh," grumbled Marilyn, "we'll see about that."
"The first blindside of the season just happened to Justin, thanks in no small part, to Heather. Will Queen Bee be a major player in this game, or will she flame out simply by being totally unbearable? How dominant will these newly-formed alliances truly be? Who will win the next challenge, and who will go home? Will another blindside happen, or will the vote be as obvious as Dakota's?. You'll just have to find out on the next episode of Total! Drama! Island!"
Final Confessional, Justin
Well that was disappointing. I really don't think I could've played the game any different, other than advocate to get Heather the heck outta there. I guess they saw me as a threat, which I can't really blame them for. But if I had to guess, I'd say Duncan or Scott could win. The two of them seem to be in a solid spot right now. But if Heather isn't eliminated in the next few eliminations then I don't know what's going on.
Votes
Heather: Justin, you did nothing wrong today, and that's exactly why you need to go. Let the game begin.
Duncan: What can I say? Heather made a good point. Justin can walk away with this thing-he's charming, strong, and good looking, that's a recipe of disaster for me.
Courtney: Justin may be attractive, but I want to win this game and him going is best for me.
Izzy: Yeah! Voting Justin is fun! Down with all hot people!
Marilyn: Heather is a queen bee and she seems like a big threat. And, if that weren't enough, it's been barely over a day, and I already hate her guts.
Katie: The alliance agreed, we want Heather gone, so bye bye Heather.
Jackson: Heather.
Justin: I'm feeling pretty safe right now. Cameron is probably our weakest player, so I'm going to vote for him.
Scott: I don't trust Heather one bit. But sending Justin out now is exactly the strategy I'm vying for, so I'm going with it.
Chloe: Heather is one of the meanest people ever, safe to say, I'd like to see her leave. Preferably yesterday.
Zoey: I don't like Heather that much, but she offers a valid point in eliminating Justin. Heather's days are numbered, but we can wait to eliminate her.
Cameron: I just got here! I can't have people targeting me already! My safety depends on Justin being gone!
Beardo: Cameron is… *bomb falling and exploding noise*
Leshawna: Don't get me wrong, Heather's gotta go, but I'd rather get the distraction out of here first. Sorry Justin. My eyes gotta stay on the challenge, baby.
Thank you for reading hope y'all enjoyed.
Nobody245: Can't wait to see you predictions and if the Bass lost, Courtney or Cameron goes most likely goes FYI
Lord Gemini: Glad you enjoyed, and don't worry about Dakota. You'll see.
Gucci Mane Laflare: Dakota made the most logical sense here so that's why we booted her first. Glad you enjoyed it.
Finch6: We'll see
Eliminated
28th Dakota (13-1)
27th Justin (8-4-2)
Screaming Gophers Tem, Trent, Ryan, Dave, Sky, Jasmine, Shawn, Scarlett, Noah, Sammy, Ella, Beth, Brick
Killer Bass: Jackson, Marilyn, Chloe, Courtney, Duncan, Cameron, Zoey, Heather, Scott, Katie, Izzy, Leshawna, Beardo.