"Last time on Total Drama Island… our campers got sent out on safari. They made like zookeepers but… some of them might want to look at other careers. The island was abound with wild and crazy hooting and hollering, and the animals they had to hunt were no slouch either. Squirrels attacked, campers fell, Duncan schemed, Heather tricked, Brick cleaned, and somehow, Marilyn made it out with her third immunity win. Three people got votes last time but all that mattered was that our resident juvy bird Duncan flew the coop safely onto the Boat of Losers. Will Scott follow his bro out of his game? Will Ryan finally capsize his lifeboat? Who will be voted off this week in the most dramatic campfire ceremony yet? Find out this time on...Total...Drama...Island!"
"You do realize that Scott probably hates us now right?" Heather asked Leshawa as they got dressed in their cabin.
"I'm not worried, even if we got rid of his closest ally, he won't work with Ryan or Marilyn," Leshawna explained calmly.
"What makes you say that?" Heather asked as she messed with her hair in the mirror.
"Because they're the two biggest threats. And Scott knows he can't beat them."
"Say you're right," Heather's hairbrush clanked against the wood. "But Scott could easily act on emotion also."
"Scott isn't really an emotional player from what I've seen," Leshawna shook her head.
"You never know, one thing can finally set you off the deep end. Just look at Zoey."
"Scott also isn't a complete psycho like her. He grew up in a good social circle but was alone when he needed to," Leshawna explained.
"Hey we all thought Zoey was the nicest thing in the world, then she lost it. It's not like we can qualify Scott as nice," Heather defended.
"I could say the same for the both of us. But either way I'll smooth things over with Scott. But either way it's not like both Ryan and Marilyn can win immunity anyways."
Confessional, Heather
Leshawna probably just jinxed it didn't she.
"Brick, you think you could maybe convince Ryan to try and keep me?" Marilyn asked the cadet as they walked across the camp ground.
"I could try, but he wants you gone," Brick said at parade rest.
"Why?" Marilyn barely concealed her frustration.
"He knows that after you he'd likely follow, and he thinks with you gone he or I can win out."
"Yeah but if he loses he goes anyway," elaborated Marilyn as they continued walking.
"I mean it's not like you guys are exactly friends."
"He stands a better chance with me than Scott."
"I don't know fully what his plan is, but I think he's gambling on Heather or Leshawna going with us."
"That's not exactly a great gamble."
"No gamble is a great gamble, but sometimes the payoff is worth it."
"And most of the time the gamble never pays off."
Confessional, Marilyn
I feel like a dead woman walking right now.
Confessional, Brick
I think I'm starting to finally actually be able to 'play the game' I'm not sure whether to be excited about that or… not? I don't even know anymore.
Scott rolled over in his cabin off of the bed. AFter a cursory look around he stepped outside, sniffing the air before sighing. The door slammed behind him with a light squeak. "Rustier than the water at school," he mumbled.
The walk to the mess hall wasn't very eventful. He opened the door and walked up to Chef's counter only to see it shut down. "Think we have an eating challenge today?" wondered a voice behind him. Heather looked at the message on the wall.
"It's possible," another voice, Ryan, stated. "We could also have a challenge where we're tied together and have to break in."
"That doesn't really seem like much of a summer camp," Leshawna yawned. "The break in, we could do a three legged race."
"Those are nightmares," Marilyn said bluntly as she slammed her fist against the table. "Wow I'm actually craving some of Chef's slop. I guess I'm that hungry."
Awkward silence ensued as Brick looked at all the entrances to the mess hall, correctly deducing that everything else was locked. "I haven't seen Dakota either or the interns. Maybe they are at another challenge site," Brick mused.
"Boney Island?" Heather said with a look of fear in her eyes.
"I hope not," Marilyn echoed the same look of fear.
Confessional, Scott
We've spent what? Three weeks on this stupid campsite and they're still scared of Boney Island? I expected more from the Jackson slayer.
The campers sat around a table, bored, waiting for someone to step in. The cameras adjusted for a moment and Ryan sat up. He looked out the window to see Chris and a crew of interns holding a bag. "Challenge time," he announced.
Sitting up straighter, they all watched as Chris forced the interns to the back and adjusted a long table in the back. "Greetings everyone! We have a stupid-endous six remaining at this point in the game."
"Brick," the army cadet saluted.
"Heather," the queen bee threw her hair back.
"Leshawna," she snapped her fingers and bobbed her head.
"Marilyn," the action girl pumped her fist.
"Ryan," the jock nodded curtly.
"Scott," the redhead sniffed.
"But along the way we lost Dakota, Justin, Noah, Chloe, Ella, Beardo, Izzy, Tem, Beth, Cameron, Katie, Dave, Courtney, Sky, Sammy, Shawn, Scarlett, Jackson, Zoey, Trent, Jasmine, and Duncan."
The camera zoomed in on the campers in various states of pride and sadness. "Why'd you make us do that?" Ryan asked.
"We need trailer footage," Chris waved him off.
Concessional, Ryan
Right, we are on reality tv. You'd be surprised how often we forget that.
"The challenge today will deal with something that I'm sure you're experienced with. Trust, or lack thereof," Chris said as he passed by each and every contestant. "Today you will be competing in the Tri-Armed Triathlon, a series of three challenges performed in pairs."
"Sounds easy enough," SCott said, immediately earning a scornful look from all of his castmates.
"Oh you think so eh?" Chris taunted. He held up a pair of handcuffs. "This challenge you will have to be handcuffed to a totally dramatically assigned partner. You don't have to be handcuffed for the entire challenge, but then you'd have to ask for the wimp key, which means that you'd be eliminated from the contest."
After another round of groans Chris rattled off the pairs. "Brick and Heather, LEshawna and Marilyn, Ryan and Scott."
The campers shuffled next to their partners with varying degrees of excitement and got handcuffed by three interns. All six of them shared a very worried look at each other.
Confessional, Brick
At this point I'd rather not because-
Confessional, Heather
-you know we're at the individual game-
Confessional, Leshawna
-and you've gotta rely on yourself-
Confessional, Marilyn
-not some backstabbing partner but-
Confessional, Ryan
-you'll have to do it. But that doesn't mean-
Confessional, Scott
-this sucks more than a vacuum.
"Welcome to part one of today's challenge. I think you all remember the merge challenge. Brunch of Disgustingness." This was met with numerous groans from the cast. "However, unlike that challenge you guys will be eating… more tolerable foods. However there will be way more food and it all has to be finished."
"What's the catch?" Ryan asked the host.
"The catch is only one of you can eat and the other has to feed the eater."
"That's just… ew." Heather complained.
Chris then pulled away the curtain revealing the delectable food spread out across the table. Fruits, chicken, pizza, and many other things. The campers were left drooling at the sight of the beautiful display of food.
Confessional, Heather
It was so beautiful, I almost shed a tear… almost.
Confessional, Scott
I don't get what the big deal is. It's just a bunch of everyday food. Now dirt pies… that's the life.
Confessional, Marilyn
So why eat all this stuff? Does someone on the production team have an eating fe-
Confessional, Chris
We at total drama have decided to put this disclaimer here. The scene you are going to see is more of a tribute to a certain swedish chef and all the slapstick the scene evokes. It is in no way meant to evoke certain proclivities of any members in the population. I would say more but we are towing the line with FCC fines and royalty fines as is.
"You guys will have a few moments to strategize, and then the challenge will begin."
Few Moments Later
"Alright it looks like Scott will be eating and Ryan feeding. Brick eating and Heather feeding, and finally Marilyn eating and Leshawna feeding."
Confessional, Marilyn
I don't trust Leshawna one bit. So to ensure we actually maybe win the challenge I'll have to take the key roles to make sure Leshawna can't throw it.
Confessional, Brick
As a gentleman it was only right that I eat all of the food for Heather… and I feel guilty admitting this… but the food here isn't that good.
Confessional, Ryan
Scott said he eats dirt pies for breakfast… No reason for me not to take it literally from the crazy redhead.
"Alright. ON YOUR MARKS! GET SET! GO!" Chris shouted.
The three feeders began to stuff the eaters with food. Heather was shoveling food into Brick's mouth however more food was left on the ground rather than his stomach. Leshawna was slowly putting food into Marilyn's mouth making sure Marilyn chewed her food before putting another bite of food in her mouth, much to Marilyn's obvious dismay. And Ryan was dumping food into Scott's mouth like he was a pig at the trough.
"Damnit Leshawna hurry it up!"
"Calm down sugar, I'm just making sure you don't choke."
"I DON'T CARE!" Marilyn slammed the table. A piece of pie fell off the table and Leshawna bent over to pick it up, knocking her head into Marilyn's. The two groaned.
"Ma… I th… the fo… nee… to act… get… to my… outh!" Brick stammered out to Heather as she shoved food down his throat.
"Sorry, can't hear you over the eating you're supposed to be doing!" Heather yelled.
"Keep it coming!" Scott shouted to Ryan.
"Oh I will!" Ryan said with a manic twitch. He picked up a big lump of donut and shoved it into SCott's open mouth. The redhead balked for a moment before it went in. He quickly swallowed before Ryan shoved a pizza crust into his mouth.
After what seemed like hours of eating and multiple bloated and plump bellies a team finally came out victorious.
"Good job Scott and Ryan, you've got the first point! Now, report to the beach for the next part of the challenge," Chris announced.
"Can we eat the rest of the food?" Leshawna asked.
"Nope, we're on a schedule," Chris said as he dipped out of sight.
The campers followed Chris after they snuck in some bites from the rest of the table. Unable to fit through the door at once they all tripped in a jumbled heap. A skinny female intern came over and used her small hands to untangle the campers. They all stared at each other before- "GET A MOVE ON WE'RE ON A BUDGET!"
Grumbling, the campers made their way to the canoes at the beach. "What happened back there? I thought all my campers were in such great tune with their partners," Chris taunted. "This next part of the challenge is simple. You go from here, to Boney Island, just like before." The campers waited for further explanation. "Not all challenges have to be slasher movie complicated." The campers gave Chris unblinking stares. "Just go.."
Marilyn and Leshawna muscled their way to the front, grabbing the blue canoe closest to the water. Leshawna stumbled into the canoe with Marilyn at the front. Next to them Heather and Brick struggled to move their green canoe to the lakebed from the sandy shore of wawanakwa. Brick and Heather just got their feet in the water when they saw Ryan and Scott paddle away.
"Now I'm sad we weren't on teams together during the premerge," SCott said as they splashed water. Ryan remained silent as he increased his pace. The two of them suddenly began spinning in circles. "I'll take that back." In response, he got a splash of water to his face.
"Three, Two, One, Stroke!" Brick commanded. "Stroke! Stroke!"
"Any louder and I might actually have one!" Heather shouted.
"Sorry," Brick sheepishly apologized. He and Heather stared at each other as a fish jumped out of the water into the boat. Heather squealed as Brick awkwardly prodded the fish. It bit his paddle. Brick looked to the nearest camera with a blank stare.
"I think that way is to Boney Island," Marilyn pointed when she and LEshawna were finally in the water.
"Your memory is probably better than mine...I'll take your word for it if you STOP TURNING THE DARN THING!"
Leshawna got a splash of water in response. "Just paddle, I can barely see Brick's monobrow from this distance," Marilyn said, obviously irked.
The canoe had finally reoriented itself when Marilyn and Leshawna got through a paddle. Not five strokes later the bow of their canoe was facing Camp Wawanakwa once again. "Leshawa come on," Marilyn grunted. "Don't you have experience with this?"
"Who do you take me for? Heather?" Leshawna bit back. "I've grown all my life in the suburbs and we've only had a swimming pool open on alternating thursdays."
Marilyn pursed her lips. "Sorry, didn't mean for that to strike deep."
"Whatever," Leshawna sighed. "Guess all these things come naturally to an athlete like you. Gotta give you that at least."
The two of them seemed to enter a small peace before a spider crawled up the canoe and into Leshawna's lap. She let out a scream and fell out of the boat, taking Marilyn with her.
Confessional, Marilyn/Leshawna
Leshawna: Come on girl, you know I hate those things. I didn't even know they lived in water
Marilyn: Probably in the canoe you chose.
Leshawna: I chose?!
Marilyn: It's not like I chose.
Leshawna: It was a group decision!
Heather and Brick continued their way through the water. "Ugh," Heather groaned.
"Some manual labor will put hair on your chest," Brick sighed.
"Who even wants hair on their chest?"
"Guys, which if my assumptions are correct, do not include you. Besides, I was telling that to myself."
"You're pretty snippy today." The two of them paddled slowly around two families of ducks. "Do you tell that to yourself often?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Seems really traditionally military. Weren't your folks all-"
"All military, yeah. Hard work and determination, and then after that I'm on my way to fashion school!"
"Fashion school?" Heather remarked with a raised eyebrow as Brick blushed. "Nice, maybe you can make the military more practical."
Confessional, Heather/Brick
Brick: Did I say the quiet part out loud?
Heather: Yes, yes you did.
Ryan put his hands behind his head, thoroughly exhausted. "You'd think for a long challenge like this Chris would get us water."
Scott splashed him with his oar. "I should have seen that coming," Ryan mentioned.
"Weren't you yelling at me when the fog rolled in? Telling me not to slack off?" Scott asked.
"We're in a current now, and it's leading us to Boney Island. How are you NOT throwing up after all that good food and this hard work?" asked Ryan.
"You eat what you want when you want at the trailer park. It was a surprisingly rich trailer park where the light bulbs were made of cubic zirconium and the rats weighed more than a pound of gold and scampered all around as you tore into them and had their good meat trickle down into your stomach."
Ryan turned over the boat and threw up. Scott leaned on his oar and closed his eyes. This was no propulsion projectile vomiting but it was making them go forward. Oblivious to SCott, Heather and Brick made their way through the mist.
"Wait, where'd Leshawna go?" Brick abruptly asked.
Marilyn and Leshawna climbed into their canoe after much struggling. "Stupid water," grumbled Marilyn.
"That was on me, I'll accept blame for that one." Marilyn opened her mouth before shutting it. Leshawna stared at her for a moment before rolling her eyes. "Well, which way is Boney Island now?"
"Something tells me we're already here," Marilyn pointed to the fog that was very close to them. "Good thing that-"
A frog croaked. "SHUT UP!" The two girls shouted.
Confessional, Frog
The frog holds up a stack of fat hundred dollar bills. It doesn't care.
"Did you hear that?" Scott jolted up and looked around. "Sounded like Marilyn and LEshawna."
"Then we better get moving, the echo doesn't seem like it'd carry through the lake," Ryan handed an oar to SCott. "I see Brick and Heather up ahead!"
The two boys started paddling quickly but it was to no avail, they simply spun in circles and collided with an approaching Marilyn and Leshawna. A frog croaked mockingly. "Well," Scott said after they all stared at each other intensely. "We can always work together."
"That might work," Marilyn conceded.
"I'd be down for that," Ryan concurred.
Leshawna nodded her head only to hear a loud siren. "HEATHER AND BRICK MADE IT ONTO THE ISLAND FIRST!" The other four teens let out a groan.
Confessional, Scott/Ryan and Leshawna/Marilyn
Scott: In my defense it was a good idea.
Leshawna: That is true.
Ryan: We wouldn't have needed it if the current was faster.
Marilyn: Wow, sounds like a real bad idea to rely on the current.
Scott: I'm an idiot for listening to you, Ryan.
Leshawna: We're all idiots. Who thought the four of us in a stinky confessional would work?
Marilyn: At least the viewers are getting a kick out of this.
(All four of them stop their bickering and give an awkward wave. A fly buzzes around into Marilyn's eye. She slaps herself with the hand attached to Leshawna. Leshawna hits Scott, Scott knocks over Ryan, and the bickering resumes)
"Heather, Brick, good job! You've got a point...and the interns are now reeling in the losers...Now for the final part of the challenge unless we need to go to a tiebreaker," Chris said once the other teams made it onto the island. "See these thingies? They've got a bit of a memento from a certain pigtailed girl. ROLL THE FLASHBACK!"
The interns hastily rolled a television showing footage of the last challenge on Boney Island. As the footage went forward to the campfire challenge, the camera zoomed in on Katie and Jackson. "Well they look sweet together," remarked Brick.
"And then they just had to go and ruin it," Heather pointed. The others stared at her. "What? Chris wouldn't be showing this if it went right."
As the footage continued a drawing suddenly appeared on an unflattering freezeframe of Katie and Jackson. "See, Katie threw an idol into a fire. We are on the best authority from Milton Paranormal Investigations that no curses were released and if they did they only affect redheads." The cast turned to look at Scott. "Or was it people in Pigtails? I'll have my lawyers send you all the total diagnosis. Since the ashes haven't left Boney island we are allowed to take care of this. Careful with the vials."
"What's in it? Dandruff?" Scott actually received a high five from Ryan.
"Yes actually, Wooly Beaver Dandruff. The wooly beaver, a native remnant from prehistoric times, has been observed to build its nest for its young with fur. The signature smell of its younglings is masked by the parent's dandruff while the younglings are reared by its two violent, carnivorous parents. Oh, and it smells like the kind of pee after you eat too many onions." The campers and Chef stared at Chris. "I actually have a minor in Prehistoric studies and wrote my Master's on the Wooly Beaver. Helps marrying a biologist for a year too."
The campers stared at Chris as they were each handed a vial of Tiki Ash and Wooly beaver dandruff. "There's a cave on the map that is both an ancient curse burial ground and a wooly beaver breeding site. First team to toss it into the cave will win this part of the challenge. Leshawna, Marilyn, you need to win this to stay in the game."
"Don't need to tell me twice," Marilyn commented as Leshawna sniffed the vial. "Oh gross I can smell it from here!"
"How bad do you think I'm handling the smell from here?" Leshawna bit back.
"Hey!" Chef called the bickering duo.
"What?" the two shouted back.
"The others already went," Chef pointed. "And since I know for a fact that you didn't hear it, you've got to carry each other for at least 100 feet on your backs."
"How do we figure that out?" Marilyn asked Chef.
"That's your problem," Chef said as he opened an energy drink. Chef took a long sip as the duo watched him. "THAT MEANS GO!"
Stumbling through the flat of the forest, Heather dropped to her knees. "Oww, cramp," she moaned.
"Here let me see," Brick interjected. Holding Heather's long legs in his hands, the queen bee let out a loud shout. "Well yeah you've got a cramp, but you've also…"
The Military Cadet suddenly dropped Heather's legs and whipped his hands over his body. "Worms!" Brick shouted. Heather turned to the Camera as she stretched out her feet, waiting for Brick to calm down.
Further in the forest, Scott dropped Ryan unceremoniously. "Come on big guy it's your turn," he sighed.
"Your turn didn't last that long," Ryan deadpanned. "I can only carry you for so long."
"I guess all that time in the gym is wasted," Scott rolled his eyes.
"Dude what's your problem?"
"The problem? You're playing the game from behind a curtain."
"And how is that different from you? You got rid of Trent like he was a sandbag on a hot air balloon." Ryan slung Scott over his shoulder. Scott let out a cough as Ryan roughly carried him.
"You did the same to Duncan what? Two challenges later?"
"That wasn't my plan!" Ryan retorted.
"Then who was it?" Scott asked. Ryan stopped in his tracks. In a fluid motion he dropped SCott from his shoulders. Scott hit the mud unceremoniously before he climbed again on Ryan's back. "Exactly. You're Not' a hero and neither am I."
Confessional, Scott and Ryan
Scott: Would you rather I called you a vulture? Or a hamster?
Ryan: I get the Vulture but why a hamster?
Scott: They always seemed oddly heroic to me.
Marilyn took a step into the mud before she suddenly sank half way in. "I think it's time to switch," Marilyn said. "Not trying to insult your weight directly. I'm not insulting below that belt."
"Good thing you have morals," Leshawna sighed. "Marilyn I know we ain't as tight as we used to," she said as she waded through the mud. "Let's try to keep the snippiness out of our conversations for a bit since we need to, well, win."
"I heard you," Marilyn nodded. "Doesn't mean I'm enjoying this backpacking trip."
"Believe me neither am I," Leshawna and Marilyn flashed each other fake looking smiles before Leshawa tugged her out of the mud. "Get on girl."
Ryan and Scott looked at the fork in the road with a worried glance. "What was the correct path last time?"
"So long ago I can't remember," Scott mentioned. "If we want to think like Chris I'd say that he'd put a booby trap on the Right because by default we'd go for the right because right is right."
"The saying I've always heard was that Might makes Right, especially with the triumphs and defeats and the epic highs and lows of high school football," Ryan added. "But if I know where you're going you're thinking that the left path is actually the correct one."
"Don't quite get the football reference but that makes sense," Scott nodded. "And one more thing...can I please get on your back now? My legs are throbb-"
Scott face planted into the mud. "Sure," Ryan shrugged.
Heather traipsed through the paths with another shaky step. "I can't do it Brick and I think we made it past 100 feet. Let's swap."
"Got it," Brick said with a bit of a smile.
"How are you so peppy with this hike?"
"I've had to do a lot of things as basic summer training. That included carrying people who had cramps from lack of potassium. And in worst case scenarios that would mean carrying people who were fatalities."
"People died on these hikes?" a seed of worry grew in Heather's diaphragm as Brick let out a small chuckle.
"Fake fatalities," Brick mentioned. "I'm going into the thick of it one of these days and I need experience carrying injuries and fake corpses. No telling where I'm going to fight."
"Right…" Heather nodded. "Hey Brick, how hard is it to make it through this game with your morals?"
"It's been tough," Brick mentioned offhandedly. "I want to think that I've been an upstanding citizen for my bootcamp but I know my actions are louder than words. I don't really like being put in positions of power."
"WEll that's where you and I differ," Heather mentioned. "Though I guess my pre-merge game wasn't that good." Brick remained silent as he kicked a rock out of the way. "Well to be honest Brick, I've been acting like a...my grandmother always used the word Biǎo zi to be polite."
"I mean...wasn't that strategy?"
"...I guess it was."
"I know I don't like strategy talk but in hindsight," Brick strained as he pushed a branch out of the way. "you do need a bit of that to get through the game."
"No strategy is one size fits all you know," Heather said reassuringly. "And you've kept your morals good for such a long time. You're allowed to lapse occasionally. This isn't Boot camp and you don't need that stiff upper lip."
"Never looked at it that-" A loud roar interrupted their conversations. "We better get going but thanks for your thoughts."
"MUSH BRICK MUSH!" Heather pointed from Brick's back.
Marilyn and Leshawna emerged from the forest caked in mud and feathers. "And Chris said the only thing we needed to worry about were the beavers!" Leshawna breathed. "Is that Ryan and Scott?"
"And there's Brick and Heather!" Marilyn pointed. "How did we end up here at the same time?"
"There's a word for it. Sequipedalian… Sextagenerian.." Leshawna snapped her fingers. "Serendipity! Though something tells me we weren't that far away from the cave in the first place."
"Unless we're at the wrong cave," Marilyn winced. Ryan and Scott stepped into the cave only to be immediately chased out by a wooly beaver. "Nope, right one."
Leshwana coughed a feather as she crept slowly next to the cave. Heather and Brick took their steps into the cave quickly. Marilyn peered over Leshawna's hair and past the rock wall into the cave. She could faintly see Heather and Brick take gentle steps. "I think they've got this-"
Brick's unmanly scream echoed through the cave. The girls heard Heather trying to calm the cadet down before they heard a loud roar. The two of them were sent out of the cave much like Ryan and Scott minutes before. "Our turn I guess," LEshawna said.
Though her footsteps were thunderous, she had the foresight to hold the backpack in front of her. An investigative beaver ran up to her with its head tilted. "Hi, we have something for you," Marilyn said from Leshawna's back. "Sniff the bag!"
The beaver did so. It nodded and escorted the two of them down into the rest of the cave. The beaver brought out one of the residents of the giant nest. Paralyzed, Leshawna kept her hands outstretched as the beaver took the bag from her hands. The beaver tore open the bag to dump the vial from the inside. It handed the vial back to the girls but kept the bag on it's back. "I think we're gonna-"
"Nope!" Leshawna interrupted. "Keep it, a gift as a friend."
The two girls backed away from the beavers before a spider landed on LEshawna's head. The loud girl screamed and ran outside, slapping her head. Marilyn fell on her butt unceremoniously and took Leshawna with her. The spider went back into the cave.
"The footage says that Leshawna and Marilyn have successfully delivered the vial!" Chris cheered. "Scott, Ryan, you gave the beaver your bag, but you didn't drop it off in the correct location. Heather, Brick...what exactly happened there?"
The six contestants looked at each other, all rather scuffed up from the misadventure through the Boney Island woods. Leshawna coughed a sniffed his armpits. Marilyn picked out a spiderweb from her hair. Heather gave Brick a disgusted glance. Brick kicked his feet. Ryan picked out a bramble from his shirt.
"Well, since you all equally sucked and equally kicked butt we're going to need to go into a tiebreaker," Chris said from the front of the cave. The tangle of campers let out a synchronized groan as several interns swept them out of the cave. "Right here on Boney Island!"
Confessional, Brick/Heather
Brick: The dark didn't help...and the moisture didn't help either...and neither did Heather.
Heather: Okay but you'd freak out too if you brush up against a big stalactite. At least I didn't wind up dislodging a rock that caused a leak.
Brick: Yeah...rock…
Confessional, Wooly Beaver
It looks at the camera with a big smile. It's got a new backpack and looks rather stylish in it.
Once out the campers were taken to a clearing with three long tables covered by a cloth. "The fourth challenge today is gonna test your memory and your recognition." In a single whip a startling image appeared to the campers. "Yeesh, that's the last time I'm ever surprised," Chris mumbled. "For this challenge you need to find the correct busts of your eliminated peers and stack them up in a totem pole. And I did say correct, because every camper has two busts here, one correct and one incorrect. The first team to successfully build a freestanding totem for at least three seconds that correctly has all the campers in order will win the challenge."
Scott and Ryan walked over to the table. "First gone was Dakota and she was on my team," Ryan directed Scott. "There!"
Scott grabbed the rather pointy head Ryan was pointing to, only to drop it. On closer inspection the face largely seemed the same but her hair was spiky and flared like an almost green flame, more fitting on a mutant than the intern. "Not this one."
"I did find that model that went out next...James? No Justin," Ryan commented. "Though I assume it's the one where he looks like he has a drier head."
The camera cut to show Heather and Brick trying to wrack their memories. "Was it Chloe or Ella?" Brick wondered.
"The first six challenges we basically alternated losing," Heather said. She dropped one of Beardo's heads on her feet and from it came an extremely loud klaxxon. "Annoying in wood form, annoying in life," Heather grumbled. "Ella went out during the talent competition, which was after dodgeball. So it's Chloe then Ella."
Brick looked at the two images of Chloe, alike except for the hair. "What did her hair look like again?"
"Like a homophobe," Heather said bluntly.
Marilyn and Leshawna decided first to get the elimination order settled. "I'm telling you Leshawna it was Beth before Tem," Marilyn said indignantly.
"Chris, come on!" Leshawna turned to Chris with her hands raised. "The other two teams have someone from both teams on their side!"
"Sounds like someone wants to wring the pagong of despair and get the wimp key," Chris taunted.
"UGH!" Leshawna put Cameron and Katie's heads next to each other- or at least the scrawny head with big round glasses and a buzz cut next to the boy with the same facial features but wavy, almost messy hair.
Confessional, Leshawna/Marilyn
Leshawna: Something about that wavy haired Cameron seemed...off.
Marilyn: Honestly he actually seemed like a globetrotter rather than that nerd we knew.
Leshawna: Still had those big, bubble nerd eyes.
Marilyn: That's true.
Scott looked over at the other contestants nervously. "I think we're in the lead," he told Ryan as his voice shook.
"Get in front of the totem, that way the others won't see our progress," Ryan demanded. The totem stood from the ground up to a height where Ryan could stand on the table and still be slightly taller than it at full height.
"At one point we're not going to be able to hide this," Scott countered.
"We need to cover up while we still can," Ryan fought back. "Dakota, Justin, Noah, Chloe, Ella, Beardo, Izzy, Tem, Beth, Cameron, Katie-"
"That's not Katie," Scott interrupted. The face he was talking to certainly had bangs and pigtails with earrings, but the chin was round and chubby, giving the illusion of a double chin.
"Shit," Ryan cursed. He looked around the pile at his feet and picked up another pigtailed girl.
Cofnesional, Ryan/Scott,
Ryan: Hey, I wasn't the one crushing over the girl.
Scott: Or she wasn't the one crushing over you.
Ryan: Why wouldn't she crush over me?
Scott: Please, you're more repulsive than a big moose with cow horns.
Ryan: What does that even mean?!
"Let's get stacking now," Marilyn started. "Scott and Ryan are already holding theirs up pretty high."
"I heard you, we just need to find out what's wrong with Duncan's heads…" Marilyn and Leshawna looked at Duncan intensely. "Oh the piercings!"
"It looks like there's a scar on one of them. It looks like someone yanked off one of his eyebrow piercings and shoved it in his mouth."
"Go for the one with the eyebrow piercing. I know his mugshot usually had piercings."
Brick and Heather looked at their pile of heads. "Well, we're at an impasse," Brick said.
"It's your team! I know you lost Sky and Sammy both during the same challenge but one of them had to go before the other!"
"Oh right," a lightbulb went off in Brick's mind. "It was Sky!"
Satisfied, Heather picked up Sky's head and placed it on top of one of their piles. "Why are we piling it up in groups of three? Why not groups of four?"
"Because Four is already four feet tall I don't know about you but I get clumsy when I pick things up that are at least four feet tall from the base."
"Clearly you lack grace," Heather said, before tripping over one of Izzy's heads and falling into the pile that had Beardo. Ella, and Chloe. "Not one-" she started before Brick fell on top of her. "UGGGHHH"
Ryan and Scott quickly put together their totem poles. After a bit of a wobbly start the two of them placed Duncan's head at the top of the totem. "CHRIS GIVE US A CHECK!" Ryan called.
The host came over on a set of stilts. He looked at the correct key for the order and nodded. He investigated the heads as the others watched with bated breath. "Yeah you messed up two of the heads, no dice!"
Scott kicked the totem pole down frustratedly as Ryan glared. "Don't look at me, you're the one who said all the heads were right! I told you Jackson didn't have his mask on when he was eliminated!"
"Keep it down!" Ryan hushed him.
Marilyn, looking over, slapped Jackson's masked face out of Leshawna's hands. "He wasn't eliminated with the mask!" she explained. Leshawna could only nod. The two girls scrambled on the table to find the correct head. "You're sure the others are right, right?"
"Left."
"What?"
"I'm sure, let's just hope Scott and Ryan don't realize their Trent doesn't have a cleft on it."
Confessional, Leshawna/Marilyn
Leshawna: You could have just told me about Jackson's mask.
Marilyn: And risk Ryan and Scott finding out our strategy?
Leshawna: What strategy?!
Heather and Brick counted their heads again. The first three of them were stacked while the other eighteen were neatly arranged in piles of three. "Dakota, Justin, Noah, Chloe first," Brick mentioned.
"Yes, Yes," Heather rolled her eyes, not aware that Brick noticed. "The intern, the brainless beauty, the egghead, and the homophobe."
"You could give them nicer nicknames."
"What do you have in mind?" asked Heather with a distinct sneer.
Brick raised the left half of his monobrow and wrinkled his nose. "The hard working intern, the charming one, the genius, the devoted."
"Whatever," Heather sighed. "They're gone and the only thing left of them are these hollow wooden heads."
Brick 'tripped' as he carried Ella, Beardo, Izzy, and Tem's heads, sending the two of them sprawling into the already constructed pile of three heads. Heather pushed herself off of Brick but hit her head on the underside of the picnic table. "Head...woodn't you know...ehehehe…."
Confessional, Brick/Heather
Brick:...I'm human, and I have my limits of patience…
Heather: Patience? More like Weightence…
Brick:...I think I took it too far
Heather: You know what's not far enough? Your monobrow
(Heather laughs maniacally and Brick stares at the Camera)
Leshawna and Marilyn climbed up the ladder with two heads in tow. "Trent and Zoey," Marilyn commented. "We're almost there!"
"Careful girl," Leshawna held her hand out as Marilyn almost fell to the ground below. "We don't want to undo our work."
"Have the heads?" Scott asked Ryan.
"I'm getting splinters but yes," Ryan deadpanned. "Are you sure you can climb with one hand?"
"I've got it Chad," Scott snorted.
"Chad? What does the country have to do with it?"
Scott and Ryan stared at each other inquisitively as Marilyn and Leshawna grabbed their last two heads. "Let's get going," the two of them said.
Brick looked at Heather, still loopy, as he tried to construct the totem pole on his own. As he finished the first eliminations, he knocked Courtney's head off the top of the totem pole. With a sigh, and Heather still dangling below, he took a seat on Dave's head before the totem pole swayed and dropped him flat on his back. Looking over to his side he saw Heather playing with the fake Katie's head. He turned to his other side to see Sammy's head….well, to be exact, Sammy's head with a mole on her cheek.
Confessional, Brick/Heather
(Heather is playing with the fake Katie and masked Jackson head, making them kiss repeatedly)
Brick: I know you're not Sammy, she's much more pretty in person, and she doesn't have a bug right there.
(He touches the mole before recoiling)
Brick: Ow...splinter…
Leshawna and Marilyn climbed to the top of their pole quickly. After fixing Jasmine's hatted head over Trent's Marilyn risked a look at Scott and Ryan, seeing that they had placed their cleft-chin Trent head easily.
"COME ON LESHAWNA!" Marilyn shouted, backing into her. Her partner stumbled forward suddenly and pushed Duncan's head through Jasmine's. As Leshawna struggled to maintain her balance, flailing her arms, she and Marilyn fell forward, tumbling into the totem pole, and ending up buried under twenty-two heads.
Leshawna, somehow at the top of the pile, pushed Ella's head away to see Scott and Ryan placing Duncan's head at the very top of the totem pole. It stood for three seconds and the two of them cheered loudly. "Scott and Ryan have claimed immunity and are going to the final five!"
"Where's the key?" Chef prodded a chubby male intern.
"Dakota had it last."
"And she lost it?" The intern meekly nodded. Chef sighed. "Looks like it's time to whip this bad boy out." The intern looked at Chef fearfully as he pulled out a giant chainsaw similar to the one Jackson had during the slasher challenge.
Confessional, Marilyn
...okay...I guess it was my fault...and Leshawna's...and Scott's….and Ryan's….and Jasmine and Duncan's….
Confessional, Scott
What kind of doofus doesn't know the Chad meme? And what kind of dumbass thinks that Chad's a country? Well, he and I are immune. Chris knew what he was doing when he paired us together. But the moment he loses immunity he's gone!
Confessional, Wooly Beaver
The wooly beaver is playing with the spiky Dakota head and one of Ryan's, making them kiss ferociously. It holds Dakota's head up and makes the Ryan head chase after her. It turns the dakota head and has the two of them kiss each other again. The footage lasts for 10 minutes.
After Challenge
Confessional, Leshawna
The vote tonight is obvious. With Ryan immune, Scott won't make any useless push and with Scott immune a blindside attempt by some of the bottom dwellers is unlikely. So it's time for your girl to do a little one on one jury management.
"Hey Marilyn, can I talk to you for a minute?" Leshawna asked the female jock, sitting down next to her in the Mess Hall.
"Only if you cut me the same deal you cut Ryan and Brick."
"And what deal would that be?" Leshawna asked, sitting down next to her rival.
"Blindside someone from your own alliance type of deal."
"That was a one time deal."
"I don't know. Cameron, Courtney, Shawn, Jackson, Trent, Jasmine, and Duncan would all like a word."
"A one time deal with them."
"So are you willing to cut that sort of deal with me to cut Brick?"
"Straight up… no."
"And why not?"
"Because Marilyn you have the most immunity wins, and you have way too many friends on that jury. You're a threat to me."
"But so is ever likable Brick and scheming Heather."
"You know full well Heather and I are tight and Brick would crumble in front of that jury."
"Then what's the point of this conversation then?" Marilyn asked, getting more and more frustrated with Leshawna. Grabbing a hold of a fork and snapping it in half.
Startled by the now dead fork Leshawna paused, carefully picking her words, "I wanted to be honest with you in saying I'm voting you tonight."
"Leshawna being honest? Wow, that's a first."
"I think it's best that this conversation ends."
"You don't say."
Confessional, Marilyn
Leshawna is just a liar. If she thinks she can get my jury vote then she must have an IQ of a rock.
"What're you thinking Brick?" Ryan asked the army cadet as they sat together on the male cabin bench. Ryan leaning back hands behind his head, Brick leaning forward elbows on his knee.
"We vote Heather off?" Brick replied.
"She was that bad?"
"Yeah… but that isn't in the cards is it?"
"Probably not. If anything it at best forces a tie."
"Between who?"
"Heather and probably Marilyn if I were to guess."
"Heather probably loses whatever tiebreaker it is then right?"
"Issue is we don't know what the tie breaker is."
"Yeah.. but still why not chance it?"
"Assuming Heather goes, we likely go next anyways since Marilyn seems to hate us. And she's a major challenge beast."
"So you're saying we should just go for competition wins?"
"May be our only shot. Scott isn't exactly happy about Duncan going."
"Speaking of that, why is he mad at us, and not the girls?"
"I couldn't tell you. But it is weird."
"So we're voting for Marilyn I guess."
"Yeah. We're screwed either way, may as well try and improve our chances of winning a challenge."
Confessional, Ryan
Brick, as innocent as he may seem, he's a smart guy. However a little manipulation to keep my deal with Heather a secret is all I need to make sure Marilyn goes. However Brick's suspicion of Scott and the girls could be useful, especially after this vote.
Confessional, Brick
Marilyn is a great competitor, I'd much rather Heather or Leshawna get the boot. Honestly I think there's something between Heather, Leshawna, and Scott. I'm not sure what, but I also think Ryan knows more than he's letting on.
"You do realize that this secret alliance is going to be found out eventually right?" Scott asked Leshawna, pinching his nose trying to prevent the smell of the bathrooms from entering his nasal cavity. "And by the way, blindsiding Duncan was not cool, not cool at all."
"You would've done the same eventually. Only reason you haven't gotten rid of Heather is you think you can beat her" Leshawna replied.
"Yeah yeah whatever, but you still never answered my first question."
"So what if they find out. Heather trusts me and we all know that Ryan, Marilyn, and Brick all need to go which means we end up in the final three."
"And if one of them wins immunity before then?"
"We cut Heather. Shouldn't that be obvious."
"So you say."
"I sense a little distrust," Leshawna stated, swatting away a fly.
"It's pretty obvious you and Heather are gal pals for life."
"It's just a mutually benefitting alliance, simple as that."
"I sure hope so, but can we not meet in this place anymore?"
"Naw it's fun to watch you squirm." Scott stared at Leshawna as if he was a goth just done with the world. "Oh quit complaining."
Confessional, Leshawna
Between Heather and Scott, I'd rather take Scott to the end honestly. Everyone thinks Heather is an easy beat. But I know who's on that jury and I have a feeling they'll respect her personal growth and turn around a lot more than Scott's journey this season.
Confessional, Scott
If Leshawna is lying then she's damn good at it. But I think I stand a good chance against anyone left. I haven't pissed anyone off despite playing an extremely sneaky game. Hopefully this vote goes to plan.
Heather was taking a stroll through the woods as she was gathering her thoughts for the cameras.
"If Marilyn goes this vote… which would be very very ideal. I will likely get to the final three. Because there's no way Scott let's Brick or Ryan get any farther," Heather mumbled to herself.
"But can I beat Leshawna or Scott? I think I could maybe beat both. Leshawna has pissed off more people than myself. Or at least people are more mad at her than me. And Scott is a sleazeball, no way anyone wants to give him the money."
"I think I actually have a shot at this despite everything that happened pre merge… OW." Heather walked straight into a massive branch then tripped over a rock. "Maybe not…"
Confessional, Heather
I think the game is shaping up pretty well for me. I just need to make sure Marilyn and Ryan walk down that dock next. People say Brick is a threat. But that boy has done literally nothing all game.
Elimination Ceremony
"Welcome back everyone to another elimination. I was going to show off the confessionals but because of a certain beaver…" Chris, Chef, and the campers gave a scolding look to a blushing wooly beaver. "I won't. There are only five marshmallows tonight. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who-"
"Does not get a marshmallow, must immediately go to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Loser, and leave," Heather sighed quickly. "Can we just get this over with? We know Scott and Ryan got immunity for some unfathomable reason so they get the first two, the only two names I heard all night are Leshawna and Marilyn, so that means Brick and I are safe, so can you just tell us if Marilyn or LEshawna is going home?"
"Wow heather, spoil the moment," Chris rolled his eyes. "You're not gonna get famous if you have that attitude, girl. Before I was so RUDELY INTERRUPTED! It is as Heather says."
"Can we just get the marshmallow?" Ryan asked.
"FINE!" Chris threw two marshmallows to Scott and Ryan. "Ryan and SCott are safe. See you need to give them in alphabetical order. Also safe are…
….
….
Brick….
And Heather…."
Brick caught his marshmallow as Heather watched her marshmallow sail into the campfire. "Oops, I missed," Chris said in mock concern. "Now, as Heather so eloquently put it we have Marilyn and Leshawna at the bottom. And since you guys don't want to waste any time at all i'm gonna drone out this statement even though my voice is getting slightly faster so that you guys will have to-
"GET ON WITH IT!" the campers shouted, frustrated.
"Spoilsports," Chris grumbled. "Leshawna. Tonight's vote was almost unanimous. And luckily they voted to keep you here. Marilyn, that means you're taking the boat of losers."
Leshawna's marshmallow bounced off of her kumquats into the fire.
Marilyn stood up from her stump and faced the campers. "Right," she exhaled loudly. "I thought I had a real chance at surviving but I guess some people are too evil to let things go."
"Evil may be a bit of a -"
"Save it Brick, I'm not talking about you," Marilyn held her hand up. "The villains are running this game and I guess there's no place for someone like me huh? Goodbye everyone! May you get what you deserve!" She pranced off mockingly to the Boat of Losers. The others gathered on the dock to see the boat pull away into the night.
"Five to go," Brick sighed.
Final Confessional, Marilyn
I am….I actually don't know what I'm feeling right now. It wasn't easy getting this far with all my limbs attached, and I think I lost my sanity along the way. I'd definitely do this again, the competition freak in me won't stop until contracts run out. A bit of me is glad that I've got what? Three immunity wins? That's nothing to sneeze at and I was voted out for being a threat. If I'd've known that Leshawna was a crafty little mongoose I'd've not allied with her earlier in the game, maybe even made amends with Heather. Ryan was a total tool too, I'm surprised he lasted this long, but he's gotta go soon right? The most moral person left is Brick, and I'm rooting for him.
Votes
Leshawna: I know we were close once girl, but Marilyn we ain't on the same side any more.
Brick: You're a worthy competitor Marilyn but that also makes you a threat.
Ryan: Finally, it's about time you went out of the game, Marilyn
Scott: Another one bites the dirt another one gone another one gone another one bites the dirt. Adios Marilyn
Heather: Even since day one I've wanted you gone and now I finally got my chance. I'll be relishing this day for a while, Marilyn.
Marilyn: I'm sure I'm going to be going but my final jab at you is to vote you Leshawna
Lord Gemini: Glad you liked the comedy, this was a more comedy oriented chapter. You got one team right out of the three.
Gucci Mane LaFlare: You're not the only person to think Scott would have had to clean the washroom, but Scott did show good luck catching the key during the pirate challenge.
TheHiddenAuthor5000: Yeah, glad you like it though.
Nobody245: You'll just have to wait and see what we have in store for the next episode.
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
6th Marilyn (5-1) 8th Juror
Remaining Contestants: Brick, Heather, Leshawna, Ryan, Scott