Last time on Total Drama Island! Our campers experienced quite a horrific sight, and I don't mean Heather in that green facemask. Not a good look on you honey. An Escaped Psycho Killer with a Chainsaw and a Hook teamed up with an escaped lunatic from the Wowonokwo asylum to wreak havoc on our campers. Screams, broken dreams, and heather's ugly green face cream all tormented our campers. Marilyn became our final girl in our traditional slasher competition to unmask eliminated favorite Jackson, Scott outwitted the psycho hose beast Izzy and earned immunity, but it was Leshawna, who faced off against a real escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook, who arguably got the best immunity of the three of them. For her decent fight against Jackson Voorhees and her strong social game, we saw our token Australian take the dock of shame. Only seven campers remain. Who will win? Who will lose? Who will need a rabies shot? Find out this episode of Total! Drama! Island!
Confessional, Marilyn
To say I'm pissed is the understatement of the year. I feel lied to… actually I was lied to. I feel cheated, screwed, and whatever other synonyms exist for those words. At this point I'm in self preservation mode now. I don't trust anyone and they shouldn't trust me.
"What the hell was last night Leshawna?!" stormed Marilyn out of the confessional
"Jasmine got voted off, you didn't know?" Leshawna responded, fed up with Marilyn.
"Don't get smart with me."
"I'm not trying to. I'm just stating what happened."
"Well, what just happened just lost you a jury vote."
"Ok… there's going to be ten other jurors I can win over!"
"Well if you put me on the jury I can easily make that number a little smaller."
"Who's saying I was going to put you on the jury?"
"No one has to say anything Leshawna. I'm not stupid."
"Hey, the more you yell at everyone the less of a jury threat you are." Marilyn and Leshawna glared at each other. "All I have to say."
"The more you betray everyone the less of one you are."
"Whatever Marilyn. I'll do me and you do you," Leshawna rolled her eyes.
Confessional, Leshawna
To think, she and I used to be allies. Man have the tables turned.
"Hey Heather I just want to thank you for honoring our deal that we made," Ryan said while jogging up to Heather. She looked down her finely cultured nails and shrugged. "You know, the one at the bathroom.:
Setting down her nail file Heather stared at Ryan for a moment before speaking, "It was no big deal really. Keeping you helps me." She leered fora moment before her gazed soften.
"Either way I'm appreciative," Ryan guarded.
"I'm sure you are," Heather nodded. "But I think we both know that you'll cut me if it helps you."
"I wouldn't do that I swear."
"Tell that to Shawn."
"Well…" Ryan stretched and flexed his arms. "I guess you do have a point."
"Of course I do. This deal is still mutually beneficial so hopefully we'll continue to see eye to eye."
"Right…" droned Ryan.
"Anyways, you should be leaving," Heather puckered her lips towards the cabins.
Confessional, Ryan
Heather isn't exactly someone who will give you what you want to hear. However her bluntness can be needed and even appreciated at times.
Confessional, Heather
Ryan is beneficial for the time being. However he is far from being in my end game plans. I'm far from stupid, and I know Ryan has a good shot at winning at the end. So sooner or later his time here will… expire.
"Hey Brick, can I ask you a few questions?" Duncan asked.
"Yeah sure Duncan, what's up?" Brick followed up.
"If I may ask, why did you join the military?"
"My family is a career military family. My dad and grandfather both went into the military."
"So you joined because of your family?"
"Partially yes. But I also enjoy protecting my country."
"You enjoy what you enjoy, but why do you live by the book rather than creating your own?"
"I mean that book was created for a reason."
"Yeah but the saying is rules are meant to be broken."
"Why break them when the consequences may be costly?"
"Because it's fun. It's thrilling. It's better than doing drugs."
"You're not wrong, but either way you're asking for a difficult life beyond your teenage years."
"How so?"
"If you have a criminal record it'll be incredibly hard for you to get a job even if you have a degree and everything."
"Okay, I get your point, but still…"
"Think about Courtney."
"Ugh… I hate you man. But fine I'll take your advice."
Confessional, Duncan
Buddying up with Brick is both personal and strategic. Personally, I want to learn from him a bit, and about his military background and strategic for a jury vote and future ally if possible.
"Why do you insist on meeting here," Scott stated, pointedly annoyed about having to meet in the communal bathroom.
"Quit pinching your nose you big baby! Aren't you the one bragging about growing up in the trailer park with smells worse than these on a normal tuesday?"
"Yeah but why did we have to go in after the Bears used it?" Scott retorted.
"That's not important," deflected LEshawna. "We're here because we need to keep our final two secret," Leshawna replied.
"Whatever." Scott blustered. "But what do we need to talk about anyways? Marilyn goes and if she wins, it's Ryan."
"Well it's not like our alliance of four can last forever, Heather and Duncan do need to go at some point."
"Well we need to get Marilyn and Ryan out first. They're the two biggest threats in the game."
"Okay but what if one of them wins immunity at the final six. Do we vote Brick off or make our move?"
"We vote Brick off. We can beat the other two in challenges just fine."
"I don't know Scott. Duncan and Heather are both very capable."
"Only one can win immunity at a time."
"Oh hun," Leshawna pinched her nose. "You won immunity. I won immunity. And Marilyn won immunity! More than one person can win this stupid immunity prize!"
"Look we'll get there when we get there, now let me get out of here." Leshawna threw her hands up and swung the door into Dakota's nose.
Confessional, Leshawna
Scott is doing what I expected, which is to get as far as he can with Duncan. I need him to need me. I just don't know if I want to make a deal with the devil.
Confessional, Scott
Leshawna is already thinking past to the final five and four which is fine, but we need to think about the here and now and make sure Marilyn and Ryan go yesterday.
"Today's challenge," Chris said as he clasped his hands, "involves making like our nation's great rangers and game wardens. You'll each have eight hours to trap an animal, which you must bring back to the campfire unharmed. Rangers and game wardens often have to relocate animals for their own good, and the good of campers."
"Child's play," Scott snickered.
"That may be so, but can you do it when your incentive is...a meal with all the fixins'?!"
"You mean we actually get nourishment instead of whatever leftover chef decides to put in the pot?" Leshawna perked.
"Speak for yourself, it's kind of growing on me," Scott said. "But I could go for some good old squirrel rats over a fire."
"Caviar…" Heather uncharacteristically drooled.
"And all that can be yours if you win today's challenge!"
The scene cut to Chris holding a hand of seven cards in front of the competitors. "Everyone, choose an animal assignment!"
"A frog?" quirked Leshawna
"Doh, a deer," Scott complained.
"Chipmunk," Brick said thoughtfully.
"Duck?" Ryan looked around.
"Raccoon?" asked Duncan.
"Beaver," scoffed Marilyn.
"BEAR?!" shouted Heather as her other competitors winced. "How is that fair?!"
"Scott has a deer," Ryan said not too helpfully.
"And you have a ducking fuck," Heather retorted. "Ugh! This seriously can't be safe."
"Bear's on contract but if you're still too scared you can quit and go clean our bathrooms," Chris sneered.
"Take the bear prom queen," Leshawna shuddered with eyes wide open. "Take the bear…."
"And that goes for everyone too. If you don't bring your animal you'll have to get on your hands and knees--"
"Easy for Heather," Duncan jokes.
"You have more experience in juvy."
"SILENCE!" Chris snapped. The cast looked at him. "You'll have to get down to the knitty gritty and clean up the bathroom with a single toothbrush!"
A shot passed over the seven remaining campers as they all looked at each other nervously. The shot transitioned to them standing in front of the dock to the boathouse as Chris parroted more instructions. "You have one minute in the boat house to grab your critter-catching gear!"
In the next minute the cameras tracked the campers throwing an assorted array of objects out the doors and in the waters of the open doors. The campers tore through the crates, barrels, and shelves for anything that could be of use. "Gotcha," Marilyn said as she placed her hand on a slingshot and associated ammo bag.
"Whatcha got there?" Duncan asked Scott while he threw aside a barrel.
"Just a net. Nothing much."
"Tchyeah," Scoffed Duncan. "You might need something like that over there." The two looked to another wall where Brick pulled out a tranquilizer gun and goggles.
"Not sure if I trust the army kid with all of that," Scott whispered. "But redneck engineering is all you need."
"Suit yourself," Duncan picked up a raccoon whistle and shuffled to another part of the boat house.
"Flowers, rubber bands, nothing useful!" complained Heather.
"TEN SECONDS REMAINING!" Chris announced, poking his head in through the door.
"Well, it'll have to do," Ryan said as he picked up some duck bait.
"Ain't than anything and it ain't better," shrugged Leshawna as she picked up a bucket.
"Let's go for this," Heather said as she knocked some stuff out of the way.
The campers exited the boathouse with assorted supplies. Brick tripped over a small box and landed into a barrel. "Oh sweet a cage," Brick said, pulling up something from the bottom of the barrel. Stink lines came from the army cadet as the others backed away.
"Campers, on your marks, get set," Chris announced as he held up a horn. "GO!"
The campers sprinted off into the woods looking for their assigned creatures big and small.
Confessional, Leshawna
This challenge is brutal. It takes a million years to find your creature or animal or what have you. But not only that. We have to deal with BS from eliminated contestants. Like we just dealt with a psychopath and someone who analyzes psychopaths. We don't need to deal with another crazy person's leftovers.
As Leshawna was hunting for her less than cuddly little creature through the island's wetland's. She couldn't help but notice a bundle of rope behind a tree, walking over to it she picked it up to analyze it.
"This looks older than dirt," Leshawna mumbled to herself.
All of a sudden the rope hoisted Leshawna up and somehow managed to tangle herself up into the tree leaving her hanging upside down from the branch.
"Just great. Just fan flipping tastic. Thanks Zoey, much appreciated."
"Well look what Red brought in," Duncan chuckled to himself, seeing Leshawna.
"Hey Duncan, you mind helping me out?"
"I don't know… I kinda want to win immunity."
"What do you think is easier to catch, a frog or a racoon?"
"A racoon."
"N… yeah you're probably right."
"Can you still help me down though?"
"I don't think… WOAH!" Duncan walking over to Leshawna managed to trip over a patch of leaves face planting into the ground below him. "I'll help you… just don't mention that to anyone."
"Deal."
Confessional, Duncan
When did leaves turn into something to trip over? I feel like Scott right now.
Marilyn aimed her slingshot at a rickety branch high above the beaver. She steadied her breath and let loose. Nothing but air. She sighed as she bent over and grabbed some nuts found on the floor. "I guess I can use these as ammo," she mumbled to herself.
After putting the slingshot and her ammo into her back pocket she walked away from the scene, oblivious to a squirrel tailing her.
In a nearby part of the forest, Brick had set up a trap from a high branch with some pliable sticks, and was waiting at the base of a particularly round tree. "Army handbook rule fifty eight. Everything in the forest can and will be used against you, so use it before it;s used against you," he mumbled.
After he uttered the words he was alerted to something hitting it. Whipping around the tree he saw his trap fall to the floor. "I thought you were more honorable than that Marilyn!" Brick shouted.
"Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?" Marilyn scratched her ponytail with her hand holding her slingshot.
"That took me an hour to make and look!" Brick pointed to a chipmunk, a beaver, and a duck running away. "You scared away our prey!"
"Brick I said I was sorry," she indignantly replied. "I'll make the trap aga--AIIEEEE!"
Brick looked as Marilyn suddenly spazzed out. Ryan peered out from his bush and saw Marilyn suddenly convulse on the floor. "What's going on?" Ryan asked.
"She ruined our trap and yelled at me and now she's freaking out sir," Brick replied automatically.
"THERE ARE SQUIRRELS IN MY SHORTS!" Marilyn shouted.
"Have you ever heard that slang?" Brick asked.
"I think it's rap slang for dancing. In that case she really does have serious squirrels in her shorts," Ryan noted. Involuntarily he began to bob his head as Brick followed along, jamming silently to Marilyn's troubles. A chorus of other squirrels surrounded the three of them as they waited awkwardly. The squirrels surrounding the three of them let out rhythmic chitters so catchy that one couldn't help follow along.
After what appeared to be a song and dance number between Marilyn and the squirrels about ports, shorts, warts, sports, tortoises, and cohorts, Marilyn collapsed to the ground. A squirrel popped out of her shorts with a mouthful of assorted nuts in its mouth. "She had an actual squirrel in her shorts," Brick noted.
"Then we just got served," Ryan said as they heard a music sting. The two stared at each other and Marilyn before walking off.
Confessional, Marilyn
I think at one point I saw a beaver calling me Keith.
Duncan leaned out the back window of the boy's cabin, looking at a family of five raccoons setting up a trash picnic. "Easy as pie," he smirked.
He extended his hand out the window as the raccoons took notice. The oldest three raccoons snickered as the punk unceremoniously tumbled out the window with the net barely going two feet in front of him. The family looked at each other before they decided to move away from the picnic site further in the forest. "You saw nothing!" Duncan said with an accusing finger to the camera.
A bird flew over him and dropped an egg. "Hey dipstick you're supposed to poop on me!" he retorted.
A squirrel came over to him and banged an acorn on his head. Duncan stared at the camera blankly before the scene transitioned.
Leshawna creeped along the side of a creek in the forest. A frog croaked just behind her. She whipped around and tumbled into the river, barely grabbing onto her bucket as she was swept downstream. The frog turned to the camera and let out a mocking ribbit.
Confessional, Leshawna
I know those fools are probably having just as hard a time as me but it sure doesn't feel like it. (her hair suddenly poofs out) My hair doesn't do wet.
Scott followed a trail of breadcrumbs into the forest, holding his small noisemakers in his hands. He held his head high above the underbrush as he slowly wandered a path. Sparing a glance behind him he stared at the emptiness of the forest. Again he turned around, seemingly oblivious to the fact that a fawn was nibbling on his breadcrumbs.
Scott took another step forward and abruptly turned right, dropping off another chunk of bread below. The fawn tumbled forward into a pit. "Score!" Scott cheered as he grabbed two trowels, dropping into the pit. "I'll get you out if you're willing to help."
The fawn took one of the trowels in its mouth and started digging where Scott pointed. It stopped suddenly and asked Scott for something. Scott dug in his pants and pulled out some berries. The fawn sniffed it and gulped it all at once.
Confessional, Scott
I can take this challenge a little easy today. The only thing I need to do is not get stuck cleaning those restrooms.
Heather made her way in front of the bear's cave with a bag of makeup supplies in hand. "I can't believe I'm doing this for a million bucks," she murmured. The bag flopped on the floor and spilled a supply of makeup all over the floor. She picked up a mirror and winced as she put her hand to her hair. Gingerly she fashioned her hair into two pigtails, picked up some red lipstick, and a flower.
Taking a step into the cave she held a bucket nervously. Inside the bucket was a bunch of fish that she stuck her hand into and waved around the cave. "Hey! I'm here!" she shouted.
Lured outside by the fish the bear woke up, holding a stuffed human in its paws. It groggily rubbed its eyes open and stared at Heather...or rather… Heather in a crop top, red pigtails, flowers in her hair, and bright red lipstick. "Like I know I'm too cool for normal friends. Speaking of friends, it's me! I missed you!" Heather opened her arms.
The bear blinked. It gingerly sets down its stuffed human and stretches. From the outside a loud roar came from within and Heather was chased out by the now angry, and now wide awake, grizzly bear. Heather retreated behind a bush and the bear went back to the cave. It sat on a bunch of rocks that looked like a chair and stared at a picture of Zoey.
Confessional, Heather
(Her red dye is fading) Time for plan B...
"HURRY AND OPEN UP THE CAGE!" Marilyn shouted to Chris as she sprinted to the cage carrying a beaver with what seemed like a million squirrels on her tail. Chris opened up the cage and Marilyn heaved the beaver into the cage and then sprinted off towards the cabins trying to escape the squirrels. However a few squirrels did manage to get into the cage antagonizing the beaver.
Confessional, Marilyn
I really don't want to relive the experience. But I basically trashed this whole squirrel apartment grabbing the beaver, then they chased me all the way to the cage. Nothing too eventful. The outhouse started to shake AH THEY'RE HERE Marilyn sprinted out of the outhouse in search of safety
Confessional Scott
Too easy bwahahaha.
"ATTENTION CAMPERS, MARILYN HAS WON IMMUNITY. HOWEVER BATHROOM CLEANING IS STILL UP FOR GRABS SO DON'T BE LAST!" Chris shouted through his megaphone.
"How the heck did she go from squirrels in her pants to winning." Ryan mumbled to Brick.
"Determination."
"You know that means we'll have to scramble again."
"I know. But you gotta look on the bright side of things."
"What bright side?"
Confessional, Brick
Ryan for as good of a guy as he is, sure can get in his own head sometimes and be a bit of a debbie downer. But I can't say I blame him. When you feel like it's all over, especially when it's so close. I'd feel crappy too.
Confessional, Heather
So the bear didn't like my Zoey rendition. However, as much as I hate putting in work.. I hate cleaning disgusting things more.
"Hi bear, nice bear," Heather carefully said as she tiptoed into the cave.
The bear looked over from his pile of camper related trinkets. He held up an image of Heather and an image of Zoey at an angle that made the real heather appear at the same scale as Heather and Zoey. The bear quintet before it let out a roar, now recognizing her as the girl from earlier. Immediately he got up and began to walk over to Heather, a walk turned into a sprint and a sprint turned into Heather running away from the bear and towards the cage, hoping her strategy would work.
Leshawna with a bucket in hand was following after her prey. As she carefully tiptoed behind the frog it kept hopping away from her. Before long she managed to get within reach of the frog.
"Alright froggy now get in the bucket," Leshawna whispered to herself. She went to shove the frog in the bucket and as she made her move the frog hopped away and Leshawna fell flat on her face. As she got up she was drenched in mud.
Confessional, Leshawna
Damn frog. If this keeps up I'll be cleaning the damn bathrooms. And let me tell you something, that's nothing this sister wants to do again!
Duncan was closely following his racoon, trash can in hand trying to lure the racoon to him.
"Come here you little trash panda… come and get some dinner," he sang. Raising a stick he summarily slammed it on the trash can. "Come on, a song should be enough for you." He stepped forward as his feet suddenly sank. "...come on you little bandit, we're criminals. We shouldn't have to wade in shit for each other."
Duncan continued for another minute before he finally turned around. A large family of raccoons were eyeing his trash can. Duncan held the trash can high to see the raccoons follow it with big pleading eyes. He put a hand in the can teasingly and opened it, revealing a whole lotta junk, throwing it to the smallest three raccoons. The larger seven raccoons looked at him eagerly. Duncan turned over the trash can and dumped the rest of the rubbish on the floor.
In a large cloud of dirt and fur the garbage disappeared as some of the raccoons took the trash under a rock while others scampered off in the forest. "Should have known that I'd have gotten grift--"
He suddenly felt a tug at his shorts. Contorting over he found the raccoon he was tracking at his feet. "Are you gonna come with me now you little outlaw?"
The raccoon nodded before he pointed to the woods. "I have to follow you before I get my safety from cleaning those bathrooms?"
The raccoon tugged Duncan along. "Why not?," he shrugged.
Confessional, Duncan and the Raccoon
Duncan: Gotta say, I was suspicious of where you were taking me, but man do Chris and Chef have some good loot! This pretty pink glitter Milton Lock alone is 400 bucks on the Grey market!
(The raccoon titters, suddenly it's covered in a Chris Mclean style mini polo and a small chef's hat)
Back in the forest a certain army cadet traipsed under the branches in pursuit of his greatest daily adversary. "Where are you?" he mumbled. He stepped over a tripwire that he hardly noticed as he heard running water in front of him. "I am kind of thirsty," he mumbled.
Continuing his path to the water he tripped over a rock, sending him on a tumble into a small stream. Spitting out water he spotted three chipmunks giggling at him as they shook their butt.
Confessional, Brick
Aren't the animals on contract to be less vulgar than they are?
Confessional, Ryan
This duck has been giving me more problems than he's worth. I swear I even heard it make the road runner noise before sprinting off. Like this isn't a cartoon it's real life… right?
Ryan held a large bag of grapes that he had procured from the Mess Hall. He had managed to find a set of duck tracks and decided to follow them while leaving a grape trail behind him just in case the duck decided to follow him.
"Beep Beep." Ryan heard the duck's call and immediately ran towards it, running through a set of bushes and tree branches and eventually seeing the duck in question within a clearing. Throwing a couple grapes towards the duck catching it's attention, he began to lure it closer to him. Grape by grape the duck waddled closer to Ryan, eventually the duck got right up next to Ryan and right then and there Ryan scooped up the duck and stuffed him under his shirt preventing his escape.
The duck without fail began to struggle under his shirt and began biting and attempting to scratch at Ryan's stomach and chest. Ryan made a mad dash for the cage, eventually coming up on it after a short sprint through some bushes. He opened the cage and tossed the duck into it.
"RYAN HAS FOUND HIS ANIMAL!"
"AHHHHH OPEN THE CAGE OPEN THE CAGE!" Heather screamed, coming into vision right after Ryan finished, running away from the bear like she was in a Scooby Doo chase scene. Chris happily obliged, moving the megaphone away from his mouth, opening the cage for Heather who ran inside and was swiftly followed by the bear. They ran in circles for a brief moment as Marilyn's beaver and Ryan's duck sat and watched. Eventually Heather dashed out of the cage and Chris closed it leaving the bear inside.
"I'm honestly surprised you finished before some of the others let alone catch the bear," Chris stated to Heather who looked incredibly worse for wear.
"What can I say, I'm full of surprises."
"HEATHER HAS FOUND HER ANIMAL AS WELL!"
Confessional, Heather
Trust me, I'd do anything to not have to clean those bathrooms. Not even a psycho hose beast could stop me. Maybe a Psycho Hose Beast and a plane but not a psycho hose beast.
Scott in the meanwhile was trying to bag his catch, and he wasn't doing so well. Using a dart gun he found in the shed he was attempting to track down his deer and every time he came close to one he'd shoot and miss or shoot and hit the wrong animal.
Confessional, Scott
I live on a dirt farm and catch rats and mice all the time with my pappy. Yet for some reason I can't catch an even bigger rat with antlers. I feel like an idiot.
Eventually Scott ran into a clearing seeing a small family of deer, who all looked up and looked like a deer in headlights, except they were staring at Scott. Scott, acting quickly on his feet began to shoot flurries of darts at the deer eventually hitting one causing it to drop to the ground with a loud thud. It's deer friends ran away frightened by the raging redhead.
"Now how exactly do I get this thing back to camp," Scott mumbled to himself.
Duncan strolled up to the cage hand in hand with his racoon. "Alright little buddy, I just need you to sit in here for a little while, and then we can go steal more later."
"DUNCAN IS SAFE FROM THE BATHROOMS!" Chris announced. "However if I catch you stealing from me I'll make sure you're on janitor duty the rest of the season."
Confessional, Duncan
Whatever
Confessional, Chris
He thinks I'm kidding. He'll wish I was in a bit.
Brick climbed out of a drying riverbed in the middle of another thicket. He looked around as birds chirped around him. The forest seemed to grow dark as he stepped further into the forest. He let out a nervous gulp as he held out his slingshot.
"Are there any chipmunks here? Ready to go with sir Brick to fulfill their noble duty of being a trophy?" he desperately offered. "Anyone at all?"
He heard a chitter behind him. Then another. Then another. As he turned around he saw the same trio of chipmunks harmonizing to the season's theme song. They walked up to him with what looked like a big smile on their faces and into his pockets. "That was easy," he sighed happily.
He traipsed off with a dopey grin on his face before he suddenly disappeared under the bottom of the camera frame. His scream continued for five seconds before he landed with a dusty thud. A chitter came from the chipmunks as they exited his pocket and climbed out the pit without issue. They lingered around the camera as they went through a convoluted handshake.
Confessional, Brick
You don't learn how to avoid redhead traps in bootcamp. I would have, and I would have gotten the "avoiding Zoey traps medal from boot camp"!
Leshawna eventually appeared from the bushes while holding a frog in a bucket while covered from head to toe in mud, not to mention her missing shoes and now poofy hair.
"Leshawna what the heck did you go through?" Chris asked.
"You really don't want to know," Leshawna replied.
"Our cameras lost you and everything."
"Yeah, good."
"LESHAWNA IS SAFE FROM CLEANING. SCOTT AND BRICK ARE THE LAST TWO!"
Confessional, Leshawna
I ain't saying anything. What happened in that forest stays in that forest.
"Ugh finally," Scott groaned as he carried his deer on his back heaving it into the cage.
"Dude you look like death," Chris snarked.
"You don't… say," Scott remarked through heavy breathing.
"SCOTT HAS CAPTURED HIS DEER, THAT MEANS BRICK IS CLEANING THE BATHROOMS!"
Confessional, Scott
That sucked. That was embarrassing. And that was definitely worth not cleaning the bathrooms.
Camera Cut
Brick is scrubbing the tiles of the bathrooms on his hands and knees with a toothbrush and water. "For once, I really wish I didn't have to follow the rules," Brick grumbled to himself.
Confessional, Brick
To think that this is probably harder than bootcamp… I like a challenge but this sucked.
After Challenge
Confessional, Ryan
We're at the point in the game where you can't really beat around the bush, you have to just be straightforward with what you want from people, and someone like Leshawna would respect that.
"Look Leshawna I'll cut to the chase, I really don't want to cut Brick. If anything I'd like to blindside Scott. Which I'm sure you're aware of," Ryan stated to Leshawna as they strolled through the forest.
"Ryan I'll be honest it'll be hard to keep you here unless you throw Brick under the bus," Leshawna replied.
"Look, Brick likely beats all of us, that guy hasn't pissed a single person off and he's so likable. I would be far from fine with throwing him under the bus, but if that's what'll keep me here then so be it."
Leshawna paused for a moment, appearing to ponder something "I know you want Scott's head on a platter. But would you be open to voting for Duncan?"
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"
"Don't get your hopes too high. I'm just thinking that Duncan is very nicely positioned right now. And I'd rather him just not get any further."
"So what's stopping you?"
"Well I then lose my auto majority going into the final six."
"If Marilyn loses she goes, if she doesn't I go. Even if you betray Scott he'll still go for the ultimate underdog and the guy who's coming after him."
"You're not wrong."
Confessional, Leshawna
I'm in a pickle, I have the perfect opportunity to finally get Scott all to myself… not in that way… it's just does cutting Duncan, get me eliminated next or does it propel me? Given Scott's… devious nature he can be a bit hard to predict but I do think Ryan may be right about him and Marilyn being higher priority targets for him. I'll see what Heather says.
"Marilyn, we seriously need your help," Brick pleaded.
"You just voted off my closest ally and you expect me to help you, please you'll make me laugh," Marilyn responded.
"Do you want that foursome to just run the game unquestioned while we just fight each other?"
"I can just win out, none of you can compete against me."
"Marilyn, can I be blunt?"
"Sure."
"You're delusional if you think you can win that way. I may not be a strategic mastermind, but I know that winning out isn't viable in this game."
"Ok and? I'm all out of options, and I'm tired of being screwed over in this game."
"You could at least try to work with us."
"I'll think about it."
Confessional, Marilyn
I'd love to Brick, but at this point I'm just going to be a petty witch with a capital B and still win.
Confessional, Brick
That… could've gone a bit better if I'm honest.
"Well this should be an easy vote for Ryan," Scott stated sitting across from Duncan in the Mess Hall.
"We can rely on Leshawna and Heather right?" Duncan asked as his hands traced over his knife in his pocket.
"Yeah, they have to know Ryan is a huge threat to them," Scott mentioned, looking around with a shaky breath.
"YIt's not like this hasn't happened before."
"I know that the Courtney vote happened, but that was a while ago, and we're at a different stage of the game now," Scott gestured, pointing to his palms.
"Alright if Chad goes then what?"
"Well we kick out Marilyn or Brick, then we go for our big move and cut Leshawna at the final five," Scott said resolutely.
"Okay but what if the person we leave in at the final five doesn't side with us?"
"It'll depend on who, but I think we can convince whoever it is to get rid of Leshawna. She's got a good shot to win."
"Yeah she's got kumquats of steel."
Confessional, Duncan
I've seen it happen all the time in jury. Someone gets a big flaming red head of power and they're suddenly thinking they're Bram Stoker's Dracula. What's stopping Kumquats and Queenie from turning on us?
"Heather we can't just stand idle while we have the shot right there," Leshawna argued while they reclined on the beach.
"We have a locked shot to the final four against two boys who will be putting people on the jury who hate them, and you want to ruin that?" Heather raised an eyebrow.
"You know those two will cut us before the final four if they think we're threats to win. Heather baby, we both are! They want to go to the end together no matter how much Scott says he'll cut Duncan."
"Okay? So what? We still need to get Ryan and Marilyn out of here and they're both bigger threats than the two punks."
"Marilyn is immune and Ryan can be taken out at almost any time."
"I'm not budging on this Leshawna."
"Ugh," Leshawna pulled sunglasses over her.
Confessional, Heather
Why get rid of your locked in security?! It's like the prime minister telling his bodyguards to go play with daisies instead of protecting him.
Confessional, Leshawna
Heather's got a point. Security is pretty and safe, but security don't lead to a win any more than tanning leads to healthy elbows (she holds them up)
I could have used something to help with these alligator elbows.
Elimination Ceremony
"Welcome back to yet another elimination ceremony where seven will become six. Today Marilyn won her third immunity challenge this merge, meaning you can't vote for her, meaning the remaining six of you are all up to be eliminated tonight. Meaning your journey will come to an end with just only a few eliminations before the end, but let's get on with the vote."
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"And Scott you're safe, meaning the remaining three of you received some votes tonight."
Scott and Duncan shot each other a glance and rolled their eyes not feeling at all in danger of losing their power, Brick looked like he had seen a ghost and Ryan sat there stoned faced with his fingers crossed.
"Brick with only one vote against you, you're safe."
Duncan and Ryan both visibly grew a bit more nervous realizing that this could be the end for either of them as the vote tonight was anything but a sure thing.
"Ryan once again you're in the bottom, and Duncan for the first time in a while you caught some votes, however this will be the last time you catch those votes Duncan because tonight you'll be walking the dock."
"Damn. I'm speechless. You really pulled one over on me," Duncan stammered.
"At least you get to see Courtney," Brick stated.
"Yeah I guess you're right. I find it funny that the criminal managed to beat out the future law student," Duncan chuckled.
"See you later Duncan," Scott bro hugged Duncan, "I know you want vengeance bro, but you're almost at the end, don't ruin your chances," Duncan whispered to his dirt farmer friend.
"It's been fun you guys, I'll see you guys either in the jury house or at the finale."
Duncan boarded the Boat of Losers and gave a brief wave to his former competitors as he left the island.
Final Confessional, Duncan
Man they got me good. Gotta give it to Heather and Leshawna, tough old broads with kumquats of steel, didn't think they'd pull the trigger but they did. The guys' alliance should have started sooner and we should have stuck it out longer...I have some apologizing to do for Jackson...and Trent for that matter. I'm not opposed to voting for Leshawna or Heather, but you know my money's on Scott. Dude's a rat, and rats always wind up on top.
Votes
Ryan: Sorry Duncan but it's just business
Leshawna: Sorry Duncan but you're no longer in my plans
Heather: Criminals all get caught eventually, and Duncan the warrant for your arrest just came up
Brick: Justice always prevails Duncan
Marilyn: This isn't game anymore. This is everything but game Leshawna
Duncan: Time for the jock to get kicked off the team, Ryan
Scott: You've been a thorn in my side for far too long, time for you to go join Elvis in the jury house, Ryan
TDfan: There will be 18 campers.
The Hidden Author: Yes they are
LordGemini: Well you were right Marilyn won again, hope you enjoyed the chapter like you did the last one
Gucci Mane Laflare: I'm happy you like the Heather Leshawna approach as well as our adaptation of Jasmine.
Nobody245: Well you were close Scott's right hand is out and another of your F5 is out.So we'll see what else you get wrong.
28th Dakota (13-1)
27th Justin (8-4-2)
26th Noah (7-3-3)
25th Chloe (10-3)
24th Ella (6-4-2)
23rd Beardo (5-4-3)
22nd Izzy (6-3-2)
21st Tem (6-5)
20th Beth (6-4)
19th Cameron (5-3-2)
18th Katie (5-4)
17th Dave (5-4)
16th Courtney (5-3)
15th Sky (Medically Evacuated)
14th Sammy (3-2-2)
MERGE
13th Shawn (7-6) 1st Juror
12th Scarlett (12-1) 2nd Juror
11th Jackson (7-3-1) 3rd Juror
10th Zoey (9-1) 4th Juror
9th Trent (6-3) 5th Juror
8th Jasmine (6-2) 6th Juror
7th Duncan (4-2-1) 7th Juror
Remaining Contestants: Ryan, Brick, Marilyn, Heather, Scott, Leshawna,