"Welcome back to Total Drama Island! Last time, campers competed in a test of strength, to see who would crack under the pressure. While Justin's beach body came up big for the Bass, in the end, it was Sky and Jasmine who held on the longest to win it for the Gophers!" Chris cued up the camera displaying several clips of Justin dropping the weight and the Gophers winning. "Friendships were made, alliances formed, and maybe even crushes developed!" The camera showed Duncan and Scott's faces on the left, Katie, Jackson and Marilyn's faces in the middle, and Ryan and Trent's on the right. Then, it cut to Brick, lifting Sammy off the ground after she collapsed. Cutting back to Chris, "Scarlett showed she's a tough nut to crack!" Chris's laugh can be heard while the camera cut to Scarlett throwing a balloon at Duncan's nuts. "But ultimately Heather convinced her team that pretty boy Justin was the biggest threat, so he walked the dock of shame. This week, twenty-six will become twenty-five, in the most grueling challenge yet! Who's going home? Stay tuned to find out on Total Drama Island!
Theme Song
Scott was sitting on his front porch back at home. The sun was rising on a brand new day. The musk of fertilizer loomed in the air-scented candles for the rural farm boy. It was gonna be a wonderful day, he told himself. And a wonderful day it was.
And then, he woke up.
"Rise and shine, campers!" Chris shouted through the loudspeaker.
Scott jumped awake, falling out of his bed. His sigh of pain was met by a hearty "Ha!" from Duncan's direction.
"Meet me at the mess hall in five minutes for your next challenge!" bellowed Chris. "Isn't this just great?!"
"If you enjoy our suffering," remarked Noah to a loudspeaker that couldn't hear him, "and of course you do, then it's just the bee's knees, gramps."
"It's not so bad!" said Brick. "0-600 is when we would get up in boot camp!"
"At ease, Private," replied Noah. "Not all of us have been hypnotized to rise with the bugle horn."
The campers walked to the mess hall and sat down at their respective tables. Chris stood by the fireplace with an ever-present smirk on his face.
Dave was the first to speak up. "Uh… where's breakfast?"
"Oh, don't worry Dave," said Chris, a little too nice, "the food is coming shortly." He let out a laugh to the joke only he was getting, leading to a chorus of groans from the contestants. "Today's challenge is a rather simple one that I think you will all enjoy."
"Somehow," piped Heather, "I doubt that."
"Limber up campers," chanted Chris, "because in exactly one minute, you will be completing a run around the entire island!"
Another chorus of groans. Nigh everyone had only just woken up from a strength challenge which had already pushed their bodies to the limit. Plus, Chef had apparently decided to skip breakfast.
But to Chris, these points were fishpaste.
"Ready, set, GO!" He blew his air horn to signal the start off the challenge. And like that, they were off.
The hot June sun beating down on the campers heads. They ran at various speeds and strides. Shawn and Jasmine were leading the pack.
"Say Shawn," gasped Jasmine, "you're pretty fast!"
"Ditto!" replied Shawn, also trying for breath. "We gotta be! If you're not a fast runner... the zombies will make a meal out of you!"
"Well then," said Jasmine, playfully, "I'll be sure to keep an eye out, y'know, if I see any zombies."
Confessional, Shawn
I respect Jasmine a lot. I'm glad she shares my healthy fear of the dead. ...She'll fare a good couple years on her own when the apocalypse arrives.
After over an hour of running around the island, some campers couldn't take much more. Some went from a jog to a walk, to collapsing to the ground, searching for any and all air they can get back into their lungs.
Heather had, for the entirety of the challenge, not given so much as a speedwalk.
Confessional, Heather
I'm going to clear one thing up. I don't run. And I definitely don't run in, high heel WEDGES!
"What's your problem, white girl?" piped an out-of-breath Leshawna, jogging behind Heather, clearly dealing with a problem of her own. "Can't you see everybody else is out here busting their butts to win the challenge?"
"It's too hot to run," Heather replied. "Besides, I don't want to end up looking all sweaty and gross. You know, like you."
"If I weren't meltin' like Frosty in July," started Leshawna, "your face would already have a two o'clock appointment with my FIST!"
"Come on, campers!" Chris yelled into a megaphone whilst riding on a motorcycle. "Slowpokes who don't make it back by lunch don't get to eat!"
Ten minutes passed, and in the mess hall, there stood a full Gophers team, and the Bass missing all but three of their players: Heather, Cameron, and Leshawna.
Silence filled the room as the door burst open. Leshawna, drenched in sweat, carried an unconscious Cameron and set him down on the table. Heather followed shortly behind, looking as if she hadn't made the walk at all. Marilyn, who hated people who didn't put in the effort, couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Well, since the Bass were missing a few guppies," said Chris, "I declare the Screaming Gophers the winners of the first part of the challenge!"
The Gophers cheered.
"Wait," said Noah, "The first part?"
Chris cut him off. "Congrats Gophers! Now, remember when I said the food was coming? Well… here it is!"
Chef removed a tarp from a table the campers had somehow not seen until now, revealing… an extravagant feast. Turkey dinner, mashed potatoes. Pizza and tacos and enough sweets to make you diabetic just by looking at them.
Confessional, Dave
After nearly a week of disgusting camp food we are rewarded with a turkey lunch! It was heaven on earth! Oddly sanitary for Chris, but hey, who's complaining?
The campers basically threw themselves on top of the feast after nearly a week of nothing but gross camp food prepared in a witch's cauldron by a Chef they were positive wasn't certified. They stacked their plates as high as possible. The campers ate, and they ate, and they ate like there was no tomorrow until Chris finally blew his air horn.
"Did you enjoy yourselves, campers?" Chris asked with a slight snicker in his voice. He waited for the most gullible among them to nod their heads in complacency. "Now, it's time for the real second part of the challenge!"
Gasps from all around. Courtney immediately stood up to interject. "That's not fair! You never said there would be a second part to the challenge!"
"And I never said there wasn't," quipped Chris. "But, there IS a second part. So, get your sorry little buttoots up to the elimination site!"
The campers, now stuffed and exhausted, made their way up to the campfire ceremony, where Chris and Chef, having traveled via golf cart, waited excitedly.
"Welcome campers, to what is affectionately known as the Awakeathon!" Before he could even get to explaining, he was met with groans of realization.
"Great name right?" he snickered. "Anyway, the task is simple. Stay awake. Stay awake longer than anybody else. The team with the last member standing wins immunity, and the team that hits the hay will have to vote somebody off. Ready, set, STAY AWAKE!"
Chris blew his airhorn, jolting a few campers who were already close to giving up, starting part two of the challenge.
Maybe two hours passed, and no one was yet tired enough to fall asleep.
Confessional, Scarlett
Clearly, Chris's turkey and gravy lunch was to activate the amino acid tryptophan, which will stimulate melatonin levels in the body and bring us closer to a state of sleepiness and exhaustion. It's rudimentary science, really. First grade anecdotes. Lame man's translation: God, I'm so tired.
The Bass had decided to try keeping each other awake by telling stories. Chloe, not one to pass up such a perfect opportunity, decided to pick only her favorite tale: God's creation of the universe.
"And then on the seventh day, God rested," she said "That's right… he… rested..." Chloe yawned. She placed her head down on a nearby rock, and not even a minute later she was out cold. Just like that, the Gophers were leading the challenge.
Confessional, Chole
I mean, come on, even the father needed a nap after all that labor. Can't a girl catch a wink?
"Heh, looks like Mrs. Carmody couldn't hack it," Duncan sniped.
"How is that funny?" Courtney retorted. "We need to keep all of us in this as long as possible and-what did you call her?"
"Mrs. Carmody. ...You know, from the Mist."
Courtney scoffed. "I'm not interested in B-Rate low cut, hackneyed horror films, like you."
She huffed off to a private spot where she would begin walking in place.
"Yeesh," quipped Duncan. "Touchy."
Zoey couldn't help but turn to Duncan. "I didn't know you were a Stephen King fan."
Duncan shrugged. "Dude's metal. I'm metal. The punk characters are always the coolest when he writes them." He snickered. "And when you watch 'em so many times, they also get funny as hell."
The Gophers had split into groups, each searching for their own way to stay conscious. Scarlett sat alone in a corner, jotting something down in a notepad. A very tired Noah piped up from behind her.
"Hey Scarlett, Whatcha got there?" Noah asked.
Scarlett had been writing down observations about her teammates strengths, weaknesses-and how to exploit them. She slammed the book shut.
"Oh hello, Noah," she acted. "I'm just drawing to keep myself awake is all."
Noah's eyes narrowed. "Sure," he said, walking away. "Last time I checked, writing down teammates' weaknesses is what we call treason, but if you wanna call it art, go nuts."
Confessional, Scarlett
Noah's on to me. He has some intelligence… but not enough. If we lose, don't be surprised when he's taking a long walk on a short, dock-of-shame-shaped pier.
Noah looked to be making his way over to the other Gophers, presumably to tell them of Scarlett's misdeeds. She stood up, preparing to make her way over to him, but before he could get moving… he collapsed out of what appeared to be sheer exhaustion. "Night night," she sighed.
She carefully sat back down. He has to go. Tonight. Or maybe tomorrow. This challenge wasn't shaping up to be a short one.
Cameron, after seeing him pass out, slowly became droopy himself. All it took was a quick resting of the eyes, and he was out like a light.
Confessional, Cameron
Tonight was my first time sleeping outside! The ground wasn't as soft as I had imagined, and the temperature was nonoptimal to say the least, but that didn't stop me. I'm turning into a man now!
(Something outside shakes, and Cameron squeals.)
Eheh. Still a ways to go.
It was now early the next morning, and the campers who hadn't fallen asleep yet had been up for roughly eighteen hours. The Bass sat in a circle around the fire.
"So what's your deal, Mike Myers?" Heather asked Jackson. "Do you ever take off that mask?"
"Hey!" A droopy-eyed Katie yelled defensively. "Some questions don't have to be asked out loud! What, are you trying to hurt his feelings?"
Heather took no remorse. "I do have a way with it, don't I?"
The boy in the mask spoke. "It's fine Katie, I'll take it as a compliment." Heather's smile left pretty quickly when he actually responded to her taunts.
"I was raised by my uncle, and only my uncle," Jackson explained. "We liked watching a ton of horror movies in our free time—"
"A shocking revelation, clearly," Dave muttered under his breath, listening in.
"And I just grew fascinated with 'em. So, yeah. Outfit, mask. I just like 'em."
"You ever gonna take that stupid thing off?" Heather said in her usual condescending tone. "Maybe be normal for a day like the rest of us and-"
Jackson's eyes narrowed in annoyance. He stood up and made his way over to her. Heather shuttered when he seemed to grow so tall, but she wouldn't let him see any sign of fear.
"I like the mask," he said, simply and sternly. "It stays on."
"Whatever," said Heather, appearing indifferent, but if the Bass could only have known how difficult it was for her to show no fear.
There was a long pause of silence in the Bass circle as Jackson made his way back to his seat. There appeared to be a silent agreement amongst them, and the best bet was to split up.
Another hour passed before Katie had fallen asleep, and the camera crew made it back to the Gophers.
Tem's eyes were heavy and her head clogged, but that wasn't just the sleep deprivation.
"Hey Sammy," she called, "do you have a minute? Maybe a bit of one-on-one girl talk to keep us distracted?"
Sammy's eyes lit up. "Yes, of course Tem! I've never been invited to a 'girl talk' session before!" She came over and cradled Tem's hands in her own. "What's up?"
"Well…" started Tem. "I have a bit of a… guy problem…" her face beamed red. "It's a bit embarrassing."
Sammy said nothing, but smiled nervously. "But," Tem said, "I think I can trust you." She looked around to make sure no one was listening in. Then. "I'll admit. I fall for dudes way too easily. And right now… it's happening again."
Sammy nodded in understanding, "Oh, do I feel you there." She snuck a quick glance at Brick doing jumping jacks, and caught herself when she saw Tem's confused expression. "Sorry, my bad. So? Who is this mystery guy that you're falling for?"
"It's Dave!" she admitted. "But… it looks like he's already got the hots for another chick."
Off in their own corner, Dave and Sky engaged in a conversation Sammy and Tem couldn't make out. Sky laughed at Dave. Dave laughed at Sky. Pupils were dilated and faces were red.
"Wow," said Sammy, understanding completely. "Sparks."
"Oh, Sammy," lamented Tem, "what do you think I should do?"
Sammy held Tem's hands and looked her in the eyes sincerely. Stifling a sigh, she said, "I'm sorry, Tem. I've never been in a relationship before so I don't think I'd give good advice. But… it seems like Dave isn't into you. But that's ok, there are plenty of other guys on the island."
Tem looked notably defeated. She snuffed and wiped a tear away, faking a smile. "Yeah," was all she could give. The two hugged and continued conversations about love and other mushy stuff.
The camera panned to other members of the Gophers sitting around some stumps. Ella had finally sung herself to sleep. Noah, who had previously fallen asleep, was awoken by Ella's singing.
Confessional, Noah
My voting eyes are constantly staring in two directions. First is Ella, who needs to get back to her job at the Magic Kingdom already and leave my ears alone. The second is Scarlett. Chick's got quite a lot stored in that cranium, and I was planning on making brains my thing. She's gotta go.
Scarlett found every inch of energy left in her body to make her way over to Sammy's rock.
Confessional, Scarlett
In a competition like this it is crucial to have an alliance. Everyone's forming one. You have people to vote with you for whoever you want out on your team. And, you have someone to blame for your mistakes when you want to dump them. I know just who to pick for my alliance.
"Greetings, Sammy," Scarlett started. "I have a proposal for you." The cheerleader turned away from Tem briefly and looked to the bookworm redhead girl, who carried a look of determination that scared the cheerleader to the core.
"Uh, thanks, Scarlett," said Sammy, "But I'm kinda preoccupied-"
"Ah, of course," responded Scarlett. "Don't mind me, then. I merely figured you'd be game for this plan I've been concocting. It's setting me up for the kind of victory that would make me the favorite child of my parents."
Confessional, Scarlett
The manipulation was child's play. I.e., play with childhood trauma for my own benefit.
Dave was also falling asleep while the camera switched back to the Killer Bass. The campers have been up for almost twenty-four hours. Just as Scarlett had just done with a Gopher, the queen bee, Heather, was going to try the same for a Bass.
Confessional, Heather
It's simple! Pick two losers and convince them they need me, get them to vote with me, then dump them when I deem them useless. Come on, it's a simple strategy.
"Wow!" Heather yelled, pretending to be interested in Izzy and Beardo, "Izzy, you look fabulous, you know not everyone can pull off that style. And Beardo I love the way you… um."
Heather stopped to think about what to say "I love the way you are so... unique!"
Beardo didn't look very flattered.
"Listen," she said to them. "I come bearing peace and friendship. I was hoping us three friends cound make an alliance so I can take my good buddies Izzy and... " Heather stops again to think of his name "Beardo! To the final three."
"Ohoh, I love making secret alliances!" Izzy giggled. "This one time, my grandpa was on a diet for his heart, and I made a secret alliance with him to go and buy a bunch of prime rib steak from the butcher's! Ahahah! He loved it so much, they had to take him to emergency care!"
Long pause. Beardo gave a thumbs-up and mimicked a "green light" noise.
"Perfect," said Heather, convincing not even Heather.
Confessional, Heather
Maybe I should have gone with the not-weird-losers.
Three more hours passed and plenty more campers fell asleep, including Zoey, Heather, Marilyn, Leshawna and Ryan. The Gophers are winning the challenge with eight campers while the Bass only have four. Scarlett isn't done making alliances. She approached Beth with a plan.
"Say Beth," said Scarlett. "Are you still awake?"
Beth nodded, eyes hardly open.
"You and I, we're two clownfish in a sea anemone. Which is why I feel I can trust you."
Beth found concern in Scarlett's performance. "What's up?"
"It's Noah," said Scarlett. "I found his notebook." She pulled out her own notebook and flipped to a page which made Beth gasp.
"I thought he was my friend," said Scarlett, now trying to siphon a tear, "but I read here that he's clearly been leading me on, just to get himself closer to the girls of the team!" Scarlett topped off her acting sundae with a sniff and a hand pressed gently across the face. Beth had already been convinced.
"Scarlett." Beth begins "No friend of mine should be treated that way, so of course I will help you get rid of Noah. I didn't think we were that close, but now that I know we are, anything you ask of me I will try my best to help you." Beth ended.
Scarlett turned away from Beth and her ruined smile transformed into an evil grin, knowing she was one step closer to voting out her biggest threat.
Another hour passes and Beth falls asleep. Scarlett makes her next move onto Jasmine.
Confessional, Scarlett
With this many variables to balance, I must assure I have enough people to vote out Noah before he can oust me. And what better way, than with more alliances.
Scarlett approached Jasmine with a twinkling. "Pardon me Jasmine, but I simply could not help myself. Your entire aesthetic is superb. The gradient in your jacket and shorts gives off a contemporary sheek that is to die for."
A tired Jasmine responds, "Could I get that translated to Aussie?"
"I'm saying I like your outfit. Anywho, I come bearing a warning."
"And what warning would that be?" Jasmine asked the brainiac suddenly, more awake than she had been since the start of the challenge.
"Well," said Scarlett, using the old trick, "I managed to catch a glimpse of Noah's notebook and he's going to attempt to use me to take out all of the girls on our team."
"What?" gasped Jasmine. "And why in the devil were you blistering through Noah's notebook?"
"I'm nosey. I admit it," Scarlett gave. "But listen. This can't stand. If you're smart as you clearly look, you'll join me in being rid of him the fastest chance we get."
Jasmine thought for a moment. "I agree with that all the way. If we do manage to lose, Noah is for sure gone tonight."
"Of course."
"Ay," said Jasmine, offering a hand. "Thanks, pahdner."
"Don't mention it," Scarlett replied, accepting the handshake. "'Pad-ner.'"
Contestants who had fallen asleep earlier in the night now began to wake up. Noah snapped awake, remembering his mission. He scampered towards Beth.
"Listen, Beth. I know this sounds sketchy, but Scarlett is not what she seems. You have to vote with me to get rid of her."
"You know Noah, Scarlett told me you would do this." Beth challenged. "You're trying to pick the girls off one by one. But I'm not going to let that happen."
"Uhh, excuse me?" countered Noah. "No, I'm absolutely not. Scarlett's playing you. Can't you tell just by looking at her? It's like she jumped straight out of 'Real Housewives of Stanford University.'"
"How dare you say that! I happen to know Scarlett is my friend!" Noah, giving up, scoffed and made his way back to camp. After another hour or two, Beth, Scarlett, Izzy and Trent all fell asleep.
"Jeez!" Chris said out loud. "There's just no breaking these campers' spirits. Chef, we need to get creative."
Chris put on his reading glasses and pulled out a novel. "Ol' reliable," he said, now donning a voice commonly found on a National Geographic special. "The sleepy timey sheep meets Mr. Sandman: why you should fall asleep, right now. Fall. Asleep."
Chloe and Sky were out just like that. Meanwhile, Chloe had woken up again, chattier than ever.
"What a beautiful night's rest I got!" Chole said cheerfully, "It's like I'd spent the night on the very fleece padding that Mary rested upon when she gave birth to our lord and savior-"
"Can you shut up with your religious talk for maybe ten seconds!" An agitated, extremely tired Courtney stammered. "We don't need to hear you talk about a story every waking minute of the day!"
"Oh, I'm sorry Courtney, I just-"
"You just don't stop talking about it! Yeah, I know!"
"Wow," chuckled Chris. "Talk about harsh!"
"Yeah, lighten up princess," said Duncan, barely awake. "Churchy Joe over there is just tryin' to spread positivity-"
"Lighten up?" pecked Courtney. "My circadian rhythm has been beaten to a pulp and you're telling me to lighten up?!"
"Hey, if you wanna give up and fall asleep," said Duncan. "I won't blame ya. Here, just catch a couple winks on my chest."
"I… urgh!" Courtney trotted off in another direction, attempting to keep herself awake by constantly moving.
Confessional, Duncan
She digs me.
Jasmine found herself continuously slapping her own face over and over again in an effort to stay awake. Shawn, meanwhile, hardly managed a yawn.
"Crikey on crackers," she said to him in amazement. "You nocturnal or somethin' there, Shawn?"
"Me?" Shawn replied. "Oh, I've spent weeks learning how to stay awake for stupid long periods of time. Never know how long you'll have to run from a horde of zombies, and the minute you close your eyes… BAM! You're dunzo."
Jasmine hid a laugh behind her hand. "You're quite the survivalist, huh? You'd fit right in at the outback."
"Have to be," said Shawn, who had moved himself closer in her direction. "The apocalypse is closer than you think. It could be any day now, and when it's here, I'm gonna be ready."
"I admire the initiative," mused Jasmine. "I'll have to call you up when the headlines drop and World War Z is upon us."
"Ah, if you stay with me…" Shawn's eyes lit up. Jasmine couldn't help but smile at his passion. "Once I win the million, believe me, the base I'm gonna build is gonna be the safest place in the world for you to end up in! Automated identification system with built-in laser, a safe room in the safe room, AND enough food, water and Wi-Fi to last a hundred people for a hundred generations!"
"Wow, Shawn," gave Jasmine, "That's very cool."
"You mean that?" sputtered a rather-surprised Shawn. "Usually when I sound off my Zombie spiel to girls they look at me like I've got the plague."
"Well, maybe it's the sleep withdrawal speaking on my behalf," said Jasmine, "but not this girl, mate."
Confessional, Shawn
Smokin' hot AND she's into zombies? This chick's got everything!
With only seven contestants still awake, Chris knew he had to break out the big guns.
"I didn't want it to have to come to this." Chris says to the remaining campers "I said that to Chef Hatchet last night. I said Chef, I don't want it to come to this. But darn it these campers are tough, and so I've come up with the most boring and sleep inducing activity I could find."
Confessional, Courtney
Woah… Deja vu.
Chris pulled out a giant book. "The History of Canada: A Pop-up Book. Chapter one, the Beaver. That's the national symbol and a 'damn' fine hat." Immediately, Courtney and Jasmine were out like a light.
What seemed like hours passed as Chris shoveled through the book. "Which of course is the precursor for the discussions leading to the war of 1812-"
"Man down," said Brick. "Go on without me." He plummeted to the floor.
"I'll have what he's havin'," said Scott lazily, also plummeting.
Duncan laughed at his frenemy, but it wouldn't last long. He was done for too.
"And then there were two," smiled Chris. "Campers, how do you feel?"
Confessional, Jackson
I get Shawn's a survival guy, but I once marathoned Scream flicks for half a week and I only started dealing with withdrawal on day three. Dude doesn't stand a chance.
Jackson and Shawn stared each other down like it was a Mexican standoff.
"Yeesh," yawned Chris. "I'm getting tired just watching this! Fall. Asleep. Already! We've done everything. Food. Exhaustion. Music! Fifth-grade textbook recitals! You two are ROBOTS!"
"Chris…" piped in Chef.
"What, am I gonna have to break out the sleeping powder and hope one of you is a lightweight?"
"Chris!"
"We're gonna have to document you for science! See if you've defied pre existing ideas of what humans can do to stay-"
"Chris!"
"WHAT?!" the host finally gave.
"They about to take a trip to dreamland man," said Chef. "Look!"
Jackson's eyes begin to dimmer. So did Shawn's. Jackson rested his head upon his hand. So did Shawn. The two began to jostle towards the ground.
"Oh, snap!" cheered Chris. Looks like my nagging was enough to finally tucker 'em out! They're falling fast!"
Instantly, Shawn and Jackson almost in sync plopped to the ground. Contestants from all around gasped. It looked like a tie.
"Fish paste, that's close!" stammered Chris. "Tech guys, let's get an instant replay!"
The tech guys got an instant replay. Zoom. Enhance. Zoom. Enhance.
A dude in a green bowler's jacket and orange beanie came racing on set with a Post-it Note for Chris. Reading it aloud, he announced its results to the contestants.
"While that was QUITE the photo finish," said Chris, "The power of digital editing has confirmed to us that, by an inch and a hair, this round's winner is…"
Dramatic pause…
"JACKSON, FOR THE KILLER BASS!"
The Bass (or, those amongst them that were awake and active) hoisted the unconscious Jackson upwards. Katie met him with a big hug. "That'll do, big guy," she cheered. "That'll do!"
Chris turned his attention to the Gophers. "Quite the effort," he said, "But I'm afraid it was for nothing. I'll be seeing YOUR sorry butts at the elimination ceremony tonight!"
Challenge Ends
Almost immediately after the end of the challenge Scarlett was scouting for her first votes and found them in the duo known as Ryan and Trent. Walking up to the boys coughing to get their attention.
Confessional, Scarlett
Noah was clearly on to me today. He has to go. Immediately. For optimal results I'm going to have to do some lying. I've got a guaranteed four including myself. I must ensure I can get three more.
"Ryan," approached Scarlett. "Trent. Lovely weather, isn't it? Now, I was looking to hear from you your targets for the voting ceremony tonight."
"To be honest, we aren't sure," explained Trent. "There isn't exactly a clear target this time,"
"Hmm. May I offer my opinion?" The two looked to each other, shrugging, then nodding. "Sure, I don't see why not," Ryan replied.
"Noah. One hundred and ten percent Noah. Statistically impossible, I know, but I'm exaggerating to emphasize the effect."
"Why Noah?" asked Trent. "Dude seems pretty capable."
"My fellow girls and I have uncovered a plot to pick us off one by one, in his own writing." She displayed "Noah's" notebook to the duo, whose eyes went wide in unison.
Ryan looked ticked. "That's just bent, dude. If he thinks he can play the team like a deck of cards, he's got another thing coming."
"I can't imagine someone doing such a thing," she smirked. "Can I safely assume I have your votes?"
"Yeah," said Trent, looking to Ryan knowingly. "You've got 'em."
"Perfect. I shall see you at the ceremony."
Scarlett couldn't help but treat herself to a smile, as she overheard walking away, "That Egghead is toast."
Confessional, Noah
It's a no-brainer. I have to make sure as many people know about Scarlett's total supervillain plan before she pulls the strings and boots me like that. I'm in this for the long run, you just wait and see.
Noah had managed to pull Brick and Tem aside to discuss the vote.
"Look guys, I don't know how you plan on voting tonight, but just hear me out."
"Of course, Noah," saluted Brick. "What kind of free-thinking soldier would I be without listening to both sides?"
Noah gulped. "Eheh… Both sides?"
"Scarlett told us you had a plan to pick off the girls," said Tem, gazing at him narrow-eyed.
"I don't have a stupid plan!" shouted Noah. "I found hers, and now she's framing it like it was the other way around!"
"Oh, yeah?" tried Tem. "You got any proof?"
"I don't have any more proof than she does," said Noah. "And her argument seems to be, 'I was looking through his personal belongings, and I found this mega plot to remove an entire sex from our team. Wanna see?'"
"Shady," agreed Brick. "That's shady."
"So how did you find out about it?" said Tem.
"I hovered over her shoulder," said Noah. "Yeah, I'm a nard, but at least I'm not a thief."
"And why should we believe you and not Scarlett?"
"Do you seriously trust Scarlett?" Noah questioned.
"Well..." thought Tem.
"Negative, sir!" said Brick. "She makes my boots shiver in her presence, sir!"
"Right…" said Noah. "Then, why not vote her out now? If you still don't believe me, you can vote me out next."
"Sounds fair to me," Brick agreed.
"...Alright," said Tem. "I trust you."
Confessional, Noah
It's not the best deal but I need a… what's that phrase that buff idiots use all the time? A hail merry? Yeah, that's what I need right now.
Elimination Ceremony
"Welcome back, Gophers, to the Elimination Ceremony." Chris took a moment to bask in the suspense. "Last time you guys were here, you voted stuck-up daddy's girl Dakota off of the Island. Who will you guys send down the dock of shame and to the boat of losers today? Once I call your name please come up and collect your marshmallow from me.
"First safe is… Trent."
"Ryan."
"Nice!" The duo high-fived as they claimed their prize.
"Jasmine."
"Sky."
"Next safe is… Dave." A sigh of relief came from Dave's corner.
"Sammy."
"Beth."
"Brick."
"Shawn."
"And, finally, Tem." Tem and Beth cheered in response to their names being called while most other safe campers smiled, in complete relief.
Noah's eyebrows furrowed when he was one of three remaining. He knew this was a likely outcome, but what came next he had mixed feelings about. Scarlett still looked confident with even a slight smirk crossing her face, and Ella's normally happy demeanor changed to a sort of worried frown that was almost never seen on the fairy tail princess.
"All three of you racked up a lot of votes tonight, however only two of you are staying… the players staying in the game are…
"Scarlett… and…
",..
"Ella. Noah, sorry, but you're out."
"Greeeat. Juuuuust great." Noah's fear transitioned quickly to anger. "I tried to warn you! Don't come crying to me when you all come down with Scarlett fever!"
He scans the campers faces before locking eyes with Scarlett, narrowing her eyes in her direction. Noah spoke ominously as he walked to the dock of shame. "Enjoy Real Housewives, Beth," he whispered.
Noah walked the dock of shame, but all the while Ryan was thinking to himself. He was puzzled, to say the least.
Confessional, Ryan
I have this aching feeling Scarlett just pulled a fast one on us. It's clear now she's running this team, but as long as my name isn't brought up I don't have an issue with that… for now.
"And once again another player is blindsided by a female villain. Noah didn't see it coming but will the next elimination be obvious or just as shocking. Will these alliances run the game or fall apart? Will any romances blossom? Who will win the big cash prize? And who will be eliminated next time on Total Drama Island!"
Final Confessional, Noah
I think I played fine. If I were to go back I'd have advocated for Ella over Scarlett and maybe tried harder to flip Beth to my side. I guess Scarlett saw me as too big of threat. How flattering. Ryan, Brick, whoever. If you're listening, get her out. Now. Not later, now. Then, maybe the rest of you can have a fair chance.
Votes
Scarlett: He's already on my trail, so it's time to say "No" to Noah.
Ella: Scarlett told me that Noah hated all animals! What kind of wicked witch does that?! Farewell.
Noah: Scarlett is dunzo. Never trust gingers-soulless.
Ryan: This is what you get for splitting the team, Noah.
Trent: Yeah, after what Scarlett told us, Noah needs to go.
Beth: Sorry not sorry, Noah.
Sammy: I didn't take you for much, Noah, but Scarlett said made it clear, you've gotta go.
Brick: Noah made the case loud and clear. Scarlett, with pride.
Tem: I have to agree with Noah, Scarlett is kinda just… clearly out to get us.
Dave: I'm voting off Ella… Do I really need to say why?
Sky: Ella is just kind of… I don't know, not right for this type of show.
Jasmine: Sorry Noah, but I made a deal with Scarlett, and I don't break my deals.Shawn: Ella, is not suitable. For the apocalypse, or for this show.
Reviews
Nobody245: I really wanted to do more with Justin but there just wasn't a place we could fit him in the plot. He will be relevant in later seasons but Island is just not his season. We'll see how your love predictions pan out but your Noah one already failed so...
PGW777: At a point we will cover some RR characters but that's really far down the road
Gucci Mane Laflare: Glad you enjoyed and hope you keep reading.
LordGemini: The thing with Justin is that in Season 1 he didn't have an alliance originally and didn't learn from his mistakes until season 2. I do agree it was a tad rushed but it was to establish Heather as that big Bass villain as this episode did to establish Scarlett as the Gopher's big bad villain.
Eliminated
28th Dakota (13-1)
27th Justin (8-4-2)
26th Noah (7-3-3)
Screaming Gophers: Tem, Trent, Ryan, Dave, Sky, Jasmine, Shawn, Scarlett, Sammy, Ella, Beth, Brick
Killer Bass: Jackson, Marilyn, Chloe, Courtney, Duncan, Cameron, Zoey, Heather, Scott, Katie, Izzy, Leshawna, Beardo