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Time to kick off episode 2!


Drama Nation - Episode 2, Part 1 - Off With Its Head!

"Last time on Drama Nation…" Chris began to narrate.

"40 kids from across the country gathered in the middle of nowhere in Alberta to build a society from scratch. They were lead by the town council to build houses, cook food, and put up with each other.

There were split into districts of ten, led by bossy Courtney, lazy Noah, athletic Sky, and Harold, who is, well, Harold."

The screen showed a video of the latter council member picking his nose.

"The four districts took part in a crazy obstacle course, which saw a narrow victory from Team Red. Jo and Lightning of the runner-up greens weren't happy with this, so they convinced one of their own, little germaphobe Dave, to pack his bags and get the heck out.

Every three days, the council awards one lucky kid with a gold star worth 50,000 dollars. And the first one went to gentle-giant DJ, for his yummy mac 'n' cheese dinners.

Who will win the next one? Will anyone else go home? And will the blues ever forgive Ezekiel for his sexist comment? Find out right now on Drama…Nation!"


The camera zoomed in on Sky, who was sitting outside the town hall and bawling her eyes out. Eva sat on one side of her, while Jasmine and Ella sat on the other.

"Sky, it's okay. It wasn't your fault," Eva assured her.

"He never even mentioned it. I could have talked him out of it," Sky sobbed. "I'm a bad leader."

"No!" Jasmine exclaimed. "You're a great leader. I'm very happy to be in your district."

Sky opened her mouth to say something, but ended up crying even harder.

"You know, sometimes these things just happen," Eva told her. "This game is no walk in the park, and some people just can't take it. He's in a better place now."

Eva, 13, British Columbia: Sky is taking Dave's exit really badly. Losing one of your members this early is really hard, especially when you're only nine. She's such a brave girl.

Jo, 10, Alberta: Yes! My plan worked! Bye-bye Dave and hello upper-class!

Heather, 15, Ontario: We came in third last time, which means we're the cooks. 5 years of Home Ec, don't fail me now!

Courtney paced from person to person in the kitchen, making extra sure that they didn't screw up breakfast.

"Trent, you're using way too much oil. Careful they don't burn," she said as he fried some tomatoes on the stove.

"Yes Courtney," Trent sighed.

"And use some foil to seal the ones you aren't using. We need these to last," she added, pointing at the tin.

"And again, got it," Trent replied, rolling his eyes.

"Katie, don't lick your fingers. That's raw egg," Courtney said in disgust as she moved to the next station. "And Sadie, you're getting shell in the mix. Be more careful."

"Sorry," Sadie sighed, using a spoon to pick them out.

"I'm done the toast!" Lindsay announced as Courtney came over. She proudly gestured towards a pile of charred biscuits.

"Oh my God," Courtney groaned, putting a hand to her face.

"It's okay. I only gave her the hard ones," Heather smiled. She stepped back and showed Courtney a pile of biscuit slices.

"Good job," Courtney smiled. "Where's Tyler?"

"He's on serving duty," Heather told her.

"No!" Courtney said in alarm as she rushed out. "No-no-no-no-no!"

Heather laughed and shook her head once Courtney left.

Katie, 14, and Sadie, 14, Newfoundland

Katie: Courtney was, like, so mean this morning.

Sadie: She's kind of mean all the time.

Katie: Well, yeah, but it really showed this morning.

Sadie: Oh, I know.

Duncan, 14, Manitoba: While the ladies stayed in the kitchen, me and the gingers got the farm-work done.

Rodney looked ultra-focused as he milked one of the cows, but his attention span went south when he saw Amy and Sammy playing with the chickens.

"Hey, this one is mine. Go play with that ugly brown one," Amy snapped, grabbing hold of one of the hens.

"Aw, who's a good chicky? You are. Yes you," Sugar cooed as she let one eat seeds out of her hand.

"Argh! I'm a scary wolf!" Izzy roared as she chased chickens around the other side of the pen.

"Do you mind? I'm collecting the eggs," Scott frowned, picking some up and tossing them in a basket.

"Ooh, ooh, let me help you!" Izzy exclaimed, grabbing one and aiming it at Scott's head.

Scott, 11, British Columbia: The upper class girls are driving me nuts. They waltz in and out of the pen like they own the place!

Rodney, 10, British Columbia: [sighs] Amy is such a beauty [shakes his head] What am I gonna tell Sky!?

The red boys entered the grocery together.

"Don't spend your salary all at once," Noah grinned.

"Candy!" Owen and Cody screamed at the same time. They immediately rushed to the counter and blurted out their orders to Jasmine and Ella.

"Oy, one at a time!" Jasmine exclaimed, clapping her hands.

Cody put his hands up in surrender and let Owen go first.

"2 gobstoppers, 1 liquorice, a handful of jellybeans…" he began.

"Does anyone listen to me?" Noah chuckled as he stood at the entrance with Cameron and Quiet Kid.

"How can they overindulge like this?" Cameron asked in a concerned tone. "Don't they know how many chemicals are used in candy?"

"Okay fun police," Noah said, rolling his eyes. "Let's continue the victory tour, shall we?"

Cody, 15, Ontario: [speaks very quickly] I love candy I love candy so much especially liquorice and lollipops and chewy toffees and chocolate fudge and okay I love it all especially CANDY IS AWESOME!

Noah, Cameron and Quiet Kid entered the dry goods store.

"Greetings, loyal customers. Please browse at your leisure," Brick greeted them at the door.

"Nice entrance," Noah smirked. One item caught his and Cameron's attention at the same time.

"No way! A chess set!" Cameron said in awe.

"I am so good at this game," Noah boasted. "I came second in the Alberta championship last year."

"Wow. That's so cool!" Cameron exclaimed. "I've only ever played chess with my mom. But I've read up on tons of strategy."

"Maybe you'd like a game right now," Noah suggested.

"Of course. 30 cents. That's 15 each," Cameron said, picking it up.

"Yeah, unless Quiet Kid wants to pitch in," Noah said. He looked over and saw the boy admiring a screwdriver. "Or not."

Noah, 12, Town Council: It's so nice that someone appreciates my achievements. My parents weren't happy when I only came fourth this year.

Some bluesy harmonica music played as the camera zoomed in on Ezekiel and Shawn cleaning out one of the outhouses. They were both wearing face masks and rubber gloves.

"This is so gross," Shawn whined as he sprayed and Ezekiel scrubbed with a toilet brush. "We are never losing again."

"Uh-huh," Ezekiel agreed.

"I've done three outhouses," Beth told them as she showed up with a bag of cleaning supplies.

"Really? That was fast," Ezekiel said in surprise, looking up at her.

"What? Just because I'm a girl?" Beth frowned, hands on her hips.

"No," Ezekiel said quickly. "I just meant…in general."

"Yeah right," Beth scowled.

"I guess you're done for the day. Here's your salary," Ezekiel said, holding out two nickels.

Beth took them without another word and skipped off.

Harold, 13, Town Council: I've devised a hierarchical system. I split the district into 3 jobs – water, laundry, and garbage and latrines, I give 30 cents to each of the older kids – the 'bosses' if you will, and they can pay the younger kids when they're done. I based it off the medieval feudal system.

Bridgette, Dawn and Zoey were accompanied by Gwen as they brought large jugs of water to the pump.

"Can I go first?" Zoey asked.

"Go ahead," Bridgette replied.

"I'll help you out. That thing looks heavy," Dawn added.

Bridgette and Gwen put down their jugs.

"Thanks for coming along, Gwen. I really appreciate it," Bridgette said.

"It's no big deal. Anything to get away from my district," Gwen replied.

"What's so bad about it anyway?" Bridgette asked.

"Well the girls are all way younger than me. It's like I'm a teacher with a bunch of kindergarteners," Gwen sighed. "And the guys are all nerds."

"Same with our district honestly," Bridgette replied. "Leonard seems pretty convinced that he's a wizard, and Shawn is very convinced that there's gonna be a zombie apocalypse."

Gwen laughed at this, then continued, "But it's so much worse than just kids playing pretend. That kid Cody still won't stop staring at me."

"I know. You've brought him up a few times," Bridgette nodded.

There was a pause for a few seconds, then Gwen asked, "What's Leshawna doing right now?"

"I think she's doing laundry with Sam and Leonard," Bridgette answered.

"Cool. Maybe I'll stop by once we get back," Gwen said.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Dawn piped up as she and Zoey continued to use the pump.

"What? Why not?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She's not satisfied with your behaviour," Dawn stated.

"Girls, you've already filled the jug! Let me do the next one," Bridgette said, rushing over.

"Behaviour? What behaviour?" Gwen frowned.

"She thought it was immature for you to badmouth your district in front of the entire town hall," Dawn explained.

"And how do you know this?" Gwen asked, hands on her hips.

"I read it off her aura."

"Her what? Bridgette, are you hearing this crap?" Gwen asked, looking back at the girl at the pump.

Bridgette didn't respond.

"Bridgette?"

Bridgette sighed, "Okay, it's true. Leshawna said all that stuff. I didn't want to say anything…"

"What? That's easy for her to say. She's living in the blue district with you!" Gwen shouted. "You know what? I'm out of here!"

"Gwen, wait…"

"Just leave me alone!" Gwen cried as she stomped off.

Gwen, 14, British Columbia: I can't believe it. I haven't been here a week and people I thought were my friends are talking behind my back!

Dawn, 11, Newfoundland: Gwen is a complex person. She might get emotional sometimes, but she has a good heart.

The sun set on Gemini, as Harold stood in the doorframe of the blue cabin.

"Hey," he greeted Ezekiel as he walked over. "Have you seen Shawn?"

"No. Not since dinner," Ezekiel replied.

"He's hiding from me again," Harold said irritably. "Will he just do what he's told for once?"

"Maybe you should leave him be," Ezekiel said, scratching his chin.

"No!" Harold said adamantly. "He's my responsibility. I couldn't live with myself if he got hurt."

Ezekiel shrugged and went inside without another word.

Harold let out a grunt before setting off. The camera panned up and revealed that Shawn had been hiding on the roof.

Shawn, 9, Alberta: Harold thinks he's so smart. I'm always a billion steps ahead.

Courtney let out a yawn as she entered the girls' side of the yellow cabin. The other four were already settled down.

"Hi Courtney," Katie and Sadie greeted at the same time.

"Hey girls," Courtney greeted. "What a day it's been. Cooking for forty people is really…AHH!"

She let out a shriek when she saw that a bottle of nail polish had spilled all over her clothes.

"Whose varnish is this!?" she screamed.

"Mine! That's mine! Oh my God!" Lindsay exclaimed as she leapt out of bed. "No, this was a limited edition."

"You are so clumsy!" Courtney yelled. "I can't wear these now."

"I know. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," Lindsay said between shallow breaths.

"Hey, it's alright," Heather chimed in. "You can just give them to the laundry tomorrow."

Courtney took a deep breath, "Okay, just don't let it happen again."

"Yes Courtney," Lindsay sighed, screwing the bottle cap back on.

Katie, 14, and Sadie, 14, Newfoundland:

Katie: Oh my gosh, like, have a cow

Sadie: Yeah, it was just some nail polish. All you need is a bit of soap and water to get it out.

Katie: Remember that time I got mascara all over my dress for the school dance?

Sadie: Oh yeah, that was like so tragic

Katie: I had to wear that ugly blue dress instead. Ew.

Heather, 15, Ontario: [laughs] I put that nail polish there. Messing with these girls is way too easy.

It was night-time in the red cabin. While Owen and Quiet Kid had already settled down, Cameron and Noah were in the middle of a chess battle.

"Check," Noah said as he put a queen in front of Cameron's king.

"Hm," Cameron said. "Aha!"

He used his knight to kill Noah's queen.

"Woah," Noah said in surprise. "For someone who's only ever played with his mom, you sure know the game."

"Can you guys keep it down? Trying to sleep," Owen complained.

"Silence, Owen, we're at a critical stage," Noah hissed at him. "But yeah, we'll try to be quiet."

"Thanks guys," Owen smiled, then he lay back down.

Just then, the four of them jumped as they heard a faint scream.

Cody walked into the cabin with his underwear pulled over his head.

"Dude," Noah chuckled as the older boy plodded his way in.

"I tried to wish Gwen good night," Cody sighed.

"How?" Noah asked dryly.

"…with a surprise hug," Cody added.

Quiet Kid clenched his eyes at this, but he got out of bed and used a pocketknife to slice the underwear apart.

"Thank you?" Cody said in confusion as he tried to look at his behind.

Owen, 13, Prince Edward Island: Touching girls without asking never ends well. Wish I'd known that before I went after Tara Mac Neill.

Noah, 12, Town Council: Cody might have influenced me to put Gwen in the district, and honestly, I'm starting to regret it.

The four council members approached the chapel once again.

"Hi, Sky," Courtney said as she caught up with her. "How are you getting on?"

"Better," Sky replied as Harold pushed open the door. "You know, sometimes these things just happen, and you have to carry on."

"That's the spirit," Courtney smiled as she sat down and Noah opened the journal.

"If you're reading this, you've settled into Gemini," Noah read. "And you've been feasting on nothing but tinned tomatoes and baked beans."

"We never got baked beans," Harold stated. "Though I would like some."

"You would if you didn't have Owen in your cabin," Noah said dryly.

"But maybe you'd like something besides dried and canned food," Courtney continued to read. "You brought chickens with you, right? Truth is, they're good for more than eggs. So it's up to you. Do you want to find serve up some nice tender fillets tonight?"

"What!?" Courtney screamed. "They expect us to slaughter chickens? We're just kids."

"I don't know. Some proper protein would be great," Harold said. "We are growing children and we don't want to hinder our development."

"Uh…what Harold said?" Noah added.

"What do you think, Sky?" Courtney asked.

"I don't know. This is a very big decision," Sky replied hesitantly.

"This might be really unorthodox," Courtney said. "But Harold is right. The food here isn't great. If we can find some kids willing to do the job, it's worth trying."

"Maybe if your district did a better job at cooking," Noah remarked.

"Shut it!" Courtney snapped at him, holding up her index finger.

"Announcing this won't be fun," Sky sighed.


Geoff sighed as he poked at the egg and biscuit he was served for breakfast.

"This is so gross," he said. "It barely even has a taste."

"Yeah, Lightning didn't come on this show to eat sawdust."

"I wish you could be in the kitchen all the time," Geoff said to DJ. "You're like a five star chef."

"I'm really not," DJ insisted. "The yellow district just doesn't know a pot from a pan."

This conversation was interrupted when the four council members entered the dining hall, and Sky whistled to get everyone's attention.

"We have an important announcement to make," Courtney told them. "So here's the deal, there has been a severe lack of protein in this town."

"And for this reason, we're considering killing the chickens," Harold added.

There were many gasps at this.

Zoey, 10, Manitoba: Now they're making children kill chickens? Do the producers not have a heart?

Sugar, 10, Ontario: Mmm, I could use a bucket of fried chicken about now.

"We can't do this!" Amy protested with her hand raised. "The chickens are our friends!"

"Yeah," Sammy agreed.

"No one asked you," Amy hissed at her.

"Guys, we need protein!" Leshawna exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"No! I'm a vegetarian!" Bridgette protested.

"So am I. Killing animals is cruel," Dawn added.

"This is so f***ed up," Gwen remarked, crossing her arms.

"Can everyone shut up!?" Eva roared, standing up. "The council has made the decision, and what they say is final. Get over it!"

There was silence for a couple of seconds, then Beth spoke up, "What are they, dictators?"

More protesting ensued, then Sky let out another whistle.

"Can you guys be quiet for just a minute?" Courtney asked. "Now, does anyone have experience slaughtering animals?"

Everyone looked around. Scott and Ezekiel raised their hands.

"I've helped my pop slaughter cows and chickens," Ezekiel said.

"Same. I do it all the time with my pappy," Scott added. "I've killed chickens, cows, sheep and pigs."

Beth gasped at the mention of the last animal.

"I've made roadkill before. Does that count?" Izzy asked, waving her arm.

"I guess," Courtney said in disgust. "Anyone else willing to help out?"

"I'm in on the action," Duncan said, raising his hand. He turned to his buddy, "You in, Trent?"

"Dude, you are weird," Trent smirked.

Heather, 15, Ontario: Let me get this straight, Scott is 11 and he's slaughtered cows and pigs. Is that even legal?

Beth, 12, Alberta: No! We are not killing the chickens. I'm putting a stop to this.

Beth, Zoey, Dawn and Bridgette all ran to the chicken coop.

"This is our only hope!" Zoey exclaimed, armed with a few metres of rope.

"We don't have much time," Dawn said as she opened the gate. "They'll catch onto us in a matter of minutes."

"I can't believe Leshawna supports this," Bridgette pouted.

Beth clapped her hands, "Come on, girls. Let's do this!"

Zoey held onto the end of the rope while Bridgette and Dawn got to wrapping it around the gate.

"Here, get it on this side!" Beth shouted.

Meanwhile, a crowd of pioneers walked over to see what was going on. They included the four council members and the four volunteers.

"What are you doing!?" Harold exclaimed as he ran to the barbed fence.

"You're not killing the chickens!" Bridgette yelled at him. "It's cruel and wrong!"

"I know this is hard for you to understand…"

"Great phrasing," Noah remarked, crossing his arms. "Look, you guys are overreacting. We're not gonna kill the entire brood. One chicken will be enough to feed everyone."

"Um, no, that's not right," Ezekiel piped up from behind him.

"What do you expect from me? I live in the suburbs," Noah said dryly.

"You're not killing any of them!" Beth screamed.

"Well, you guys are going to have to come out eventually. And we'll be waiting for you," Courtney stated, hands behind her back.

"We'll starve if we have to!" Bridgette yelled. Beth and Zoey looked at each other, uncertain if they would follow that statement.

As the girls continued to argue with the council members, Sky turned to Eva, "Hey, can you give me a leg up?"

Eva nodded and lifted Sky high enough to grab the top of fence. The council member swung over and landed on the other side, but Dawn was ready for her.

"You stay away from them," Dawn hissed at her. "They are my brethren!"

The two girls began to engage in a shoving match.

"How did she get in there?" Bridgette asked, and she ran over to Dawn to help her fend off Sky.

"Should we implement some sort of penal law?" Noah suggested. "I don't think attacking a council member is okay."

"It's definitely something to discuss," Harold agreed as he fixed his glasses.

"What do we do now?" Zoey asked Beth.

"Just stay by the gate," Beth whispered back.

"You girls better stop this right now!" Courtney yelled at Dawn and Bridgette who were still beating up Sky. "Or there will be harsh consequences."

Scott shoved his way to the front of the pack with Rodney right behind him.

"Psst, Rod. I think Sky had the right idea," Scott whispered to him.

"Sky is right all the time," Rodney said dreamily.

"Snap out of it you doofus," Scott hissed at him. "Now give me a leg up."

"Sure thing, cuz," Rodney replied, grabbing him by the hips.

Scott grabbed onto the roof of the coop, climbed down, grabbed the first chicken he saw, and climbed back up and out.

"Jackpot!" he cheered, holding the chicken up in the air.

This caught the attention of the four blue girls, who all started yelling in protest.

"No!" Amy screamed from the back of the crowd.

"Not Holly!" Samey added.

"Oh, she's your one," Amy said. "Off with its head!"

While the four girls were distracted, Sky got back to her feet, grabbed another chicken, and got to untying the rope around the gate.

"Not another one!" Beth cried as the gate swung open.

"It's all we need for now," Ezekiel assured them.

"You'd listen to us if we were men!" Bridgette shouted.

Ezekiel, 13, Manitoba: The girls are all mad at me because I said guys are stronger than them. Well, I've studied university-level biology textbooks, so I should know.

Eva, 13, British Columbia: The blue girls were all acting really immature. I get that they like the animals, but meat is my fuel

Izzy, 12, Nova Scotia: [laughs maniacally] This is gonna be fun.

Most of the town crowded around as Duncan held one of the squirming chickens against a tree-stump.

"Hold it still. Hold it still," Scott said to him as he held up an axe.

"Oh my God. I can't believe this is happening," Katie squeaked as Sadie covered her eyes.

"Poor Mr Chicken," Ella whispered as her eyes started to water.

Scott brought the axe down. Many of the pioneers gasped. Sammy burst into tears and ran away.

Samey, 9, New Brunswick: [sobs] Holly. I can't believe they killed Holly!

Duncan looked freaked out as he held the headless chicken, which was still squirming around.

"Dude, what's going on?" he asked Scott.

"Relax. It will only last a few seconds," Scott assured him.

"Ooh, ooh! I get to do the next one!" Izzy exclaimed as she snatched the other chicken out of Ezekiel's hands.

"Sure, eh. If you know what you're doing," Ezekiel shrugged.

"Here," Scott said, handing her the axe, but Izzy ignored him.

"Time to go freestyle," she giggled. She grabbed onto the breast of the chicken.

"What are you…" Scott said in confusion, only to be interrupted when his face was splattered with blood.

Scott, 11, British Columbia: [narrows his eyes] Izzy has…issues.

Izzy, 12, Nova Scotia: Just making sure it was kosher. I'm not Jewish, but always important to be one step ahead.

Duncan looked traumatised as he sat at the bar with a pint glass of cola.

"You okay there, man? You still need to pay for your drink," Geoff said in concern as he manned the bar with DJ and Eva.

"Hm?" Duncan said, looking up. "Oh yeah, sorry."

He handed Geoff a nickel, and Geoff put them in the old style cash register.

"Dude was gutting the chicken," Trent explained.

"Oh man. I couldn't even watch the slaughter," DJ shuddered.

"It was so gross," Duncan groaned. "I had to take all the little bits and pieces. And Izzy kept wearing the intestines like a moustache."

"She's that crazy ginger, right?" Eva asked. "I saw her on the roof of one of the outhouses yelling about starting a revolution."

"The upper class has way too much time on their hands," DJ sighed.

"DJ, you've got to cook tonight," Trent told him. "Our district sucks."

"I hear that," Geoff chuckled.

"I dunno," DJ said. "It's not my job, remember."

"There's nothing stopping you," Duncan pointed out. "If the upper class can work where they want..."

"Well…I'll see," DJ shrugged.

"Excuse me, miss," Scott said from the other side of the bar. "You forgot my change."

"Change? They're all the same coin!" Eva yelled at him.

"Eva," DJ hissed at her, going over to Scott. "How much did you give her?"

"25 cents," Scott said innocently, batting his eyes.

"Okay, sorry about that. Here you go," DJ replied, handing him 20 cents from the register.

"Thank you," Scott smiled.

Scott, 11, British Columbia: [cackles] That was too easy. Of course I only gave her 5 cents

Shawn sighed to himself as he sat on the grass and dangled a piece of rope on a stick into the lake.

"Hi there. Whatcha doin'?" Owen greeted him.

"Ah!" Shawn shouted in shock.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you, buddy," Owen apologised. Cody was standing beside him.

"It's okay," Shawn assured him. "I'm just trying to catch a fish. Since we're having chicken, I figured we could give people a choice."

"Good idea," Owen grinned. "But…what are you using?"

Shawn held up his makeshift rod, and Owen shook his head, "No. We need to get you a real rod."

"Don't they sell them at the dry goods store?" Cody asked.

"Yeah, but they cost 25 cents, and I only have 10," Shawn sighed.

"No problem. We'll pitch in. Right, Cody?" Owen asked, nudging his friend.

"Oh yeah. Sure thing, Shawn," Cody nodded.

Shawn, 9, Alberta: [holds up a proper rod] Look at this baby! This is why I want to be in the red district.

Me and Gwen are gonna have to bring it up again at the next meeting. They can't ignore us forever.

"Ouch!" Tyler exclaimed. He had just cut his finger trying to chop canned carrots.

"Ooh, that's not good," DJ said, clenching his eyes. "There's some water in that bucket. Go give it a wash."

"Yes," Tyler nodded, before running off.

"Hey, man, thanks for helping us out," Trent said on his left.

"It's no trouble. I love cooking," DJ replied as he went over to Tyler's station and fixed the carrot slices so they were more even.

Just then, Courtney entered the kitchen, "Hey guys. I'm just here to check on…"

She paused and pointed at DJ. "What is he doing here?"

"He's helping us out," Trent said, turning his head.

"Um, no he isn't," Courtney replied sternly. "The kitchen is for the yellow district only."

The other six yellows started shouting in protest.

"Aw come on, Courtney," Katie moaned. "His cooking is amazing."

"Yeah. Let's face it – the rest of us suck at this," Sadie added.

"We do not! And we won't get any better if this is our mentality!" Courtney shouted, stomping her foot. "DJ, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

DJ sighed, "Sorry, guys. Her orders."

He took off his apron, placed it on a hook and left the kitchen.

"I miss JD already," Lindsay sighed.

Courtney, 14, Town Council: Was that a little harsh? Maybe. But we are a team and we need to act like it.

Heather, 15, Ontario: [laughs] Courtney is doing a great job at making everyone hate her. I didn't even have to interfere that time.

Cody gagged as he, Owen and Shawn gutted fish behind the red cabin.

"Shawn, you are an amazing angler," Owen complimented as he made his way through the pile.

"You're awesome too," Shawn replied.

"Yeah, but you're unbelievable. You caught the majority of them," Owen said. "Where did you learn to fish like that?"

"I don't know. Just practise," Shawn shrugged. "You have to know how to survive in the wilderness if you're gonna make it through the zombie apocalypse."

Owen laughed at this. Cody said, "I know some stuff about that. I've been in the possum scouts for years."

Shawn snorted, "Scouts."

"What's wrong with that?" Cody frowned.

"They teach you nothing," Shawn said. "There's always scouts camping in the forest near my house. I see them when I'm climbing through the trees. They can't start a fire to save their life, and I've seen a few of them try eating ivy berries."

"Oh no," Cody groaned, bringing his hand to his face.

"Seriously? Even I know you're not meant to eat them," Owen chuckled.

Owen, 13, Prince Edward Island: Shawn's a weird kid. But he's really funny, and he's like Jesus when it comes to fishing

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!" Tyler called as he and Lindsay ran through the town, both armed with bells.

"Dinner! Dinner! Come get your dinner!" Lindsay exclaimed.


Gwen looked down on disgust as she was served soup with slightly burned chicken and half peeled potatoes and carrots.

"Enjoy," Katie grinned at her.

Gwen, 14, British Columbia: I wanted to punch that girl in the face.

Geoff gagged as he downed a spoonful.

"The meat is too crispy," DJ said as the two of them sat opposite Duncan and Trent.

"This is so gross," Geoff groaned. "It's not even soup. It's just chicken and vegetables in water. No offence."

"None taken," Duncan grinned.

"That's easy for you to say. You're not in the kitchen. You collect the milk and eggs," Trent scowled.

"Actually, that's mostly Scott and Rodney. My main job is to tackle Izzy whenever she's…well…Izzy."

"Oh yeah, you said she tried juggling chickens," Trent chuckled.

"And badly. She'd throw three of them in the air and drop them all. After a while I got sick of it and locked her in one of the coops."

"Oh man," Geoff laughed. "How long did you leave her in there?"

"Well, I locked her up sometime in the late afternoon and…she's still in there now."

"Duncan!" Trent exclaimed.

"Relax, I left her water and grain," Duncan said in defense. "She's probably having a better dinner than the rest of us."

"You can say that again," Geoff groaned. "I can't believe Courtney kicked DJ out of the kitchen."

"I know. It's like she wants us to starve," Trent agreed. "We better not get cooks twice in a row."

Zoey, 10, Manitoba: How would I describe dinner in Gemini?

Lightning, 11, Manitoba: Gross

Amy, 9, New Brunswick: Disgusting

Heather, 15, Ontario: Revolting

Harold, 13, Town Council: Vomit inducing

Cameron, 11, Manitoba: Repugnant

Noah, 12, Alberta: Gruesome, loathsome, nauseating, ghastly, noisome…

Zoey, 10, Manitoba: …let's just say it could be improved

Owen, Cody and Shawn all sighed in delight as they lounged by a small fire, feasting on trout and sturgeon.

"Mmm, this is amazing!" Cody exclaimed.

"Thanks. It's a Hofler family recipe," Owen grinned. "But we would have gone nowhere without you to start the fire."

"True, true," Cody nodded.

"Fires should only be used for essential tasks such as cooking," Shawn stated. "Zombies are attracted to a flame like moths."

Owen laughed, "You really are serious about this zombie stuff."

"Of course," Shawn replied matter-of-factly.

"You know, we've got a lot of fish left over, and it's going to go off soon," Cody pointed out. "Maybe we should share it around."

"Great idea!" Owen exclaimed. "To the mess hall!"

The three boys set off, when they walked past the blue cabin.

"Guys, stop," Cody said. "I can hear voices."

They stood in silence as they heard girlish whining.

"They don't sound very happy," Owen stated.

"It's coming from the blue cabin," Shawn pointed out. "What's going on?"

Owen pushed open the door, just as Bridgette groaned, "I feel so empty."

"Oh my," Shawn said in concern.

The blue district girls besides Leshawna were flopped on their mattresses, all letting out moans and groans.

"Are you girls alright?" Cody asked.

"We're on hunger strike," Beth informed him.

"What's that?" Shawn asked, scratching his head.

"It means," Bridgette said, sitting up. "We refuse to eat until the town stops killing chickens."

"It's only…" Dawn took a deep breath as she got to her feet. "A matter of time before they give in."

"Aw come on, girls. Don't starve yourselves over this," Owen said. "You need food to survive."

"Chickens need their heads to survive," Zoey countered.

Zoey, 10, Manitoba: I really wanted to give in and have dinner. But these girls are my friends and I didn't want to let them down.

"It's a shame you guys aren't eating. We were going to offer you some of our delicious fish," Owen said, hands behind his back.

"Did you say fish?" Bridgette gasped.

"Like the kind that swims in the ocean?" Beth added.

"Owen, you're a lifesaver!" Zoey squealed.

"Help yourselves. We've got a sack full of them!" Shawn announced as he dropped it on the ground. "They're seasoned and de-boned and everything."

Bridgette, Beth and Zoey immediately rushed up to the sack and feasted like a band of raccoons.

"Want some, Dawn?" Owen asked

"Oh, no thank you," the moonchild smiled, holding out her palms.

Dawn, 11, Newfoundland: I'm not fully content with the slaughter of my fishy friends, but I am unable to sense any further compromise. We blue district girls did our part.

There was a chorus of moans and groans as pioneers left the mess hall.

"I want to throw up," Jo groaned as she walked with Brick and Jo. "But I'm not going to. You know, 'cus I'm strong like that."

"That soup ain't good for Lightning's football," Lightning gagged, clutching his stomach.

"Is it bad that I want to get third place next time?" Brick asked.

Jo and Lightning stopped in their tracks and gasped.

"What? I mean, because then we'd have DJ in the kitchen. And he's an amazing chef," Brick pointed out.

Jo turned to face Brick, "Listen here, Brick-face. We are winning the next challenge!"

"Jo, you've got me all wrong…"

"And you better not throw the challenge just because you want DJ to cook. We actually have a chance now that Dave's gone."

Brick gasped, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The kid cost us the showdown. Took way too long on the zip-line!" Lightning exclaimed.

"So…you two are happy that he left?" Brick frowned.

"No need to thank Lightning. It was all Joe's idea," Lightning grinned, giving Jo a light punch. She gave him a hard punch back.

"Excuse me!?" Brick shouted.

"What? He said he was scared of all the germs, so I told him if he wanted to leave, he could," Jo shrugged.

"You…you…I can't believe this!" Brick exclaimed. "You just let a soldier fall?"

"Relax, Brick, it's not like he's dead," Jo said, rolling her eyes.

"I have zero tolerance but this kind of behaviour. Wait til Sky hears about it!"

"Well, you're not going to tell her," Jo said sharply.

"Why not?"

"Because then you'll have to answer to my fist," Jo hissed at him, holding up her right hand.

Brick quivered for a couple of seconds, then he returned to his frown, "You heard me. Zero tolerance."

Brick, 12, Nova Scotia: What those two did was unbelievable. No soldier gets left behind!

Leshawna looked up as the other four blue girls ran over to her.

"Hey," she sighed.

"Hey," Bridgette replied. "How was dinner?"

"To tell the truth, it was awful," Leshawna replied. "The yellow district can't cook for ****. I would have rather starved with you guys."

"Oh, we didn't starve," Beth grinned.

"What do you mean?" Leshawna asked.


The entire town stood in a clump around Cody, Owen and Shawn.

"One at a time! One at a time! There's plenty for everyone!" Owen exclaimed as the three of them handed everyone a fillet of fish.

"Here you go," Shawn said as he used a pair of wooden tongs to pass a fillet to Harold.

"Mmm," Harold said as he took a bite. "I've always been partial to sea bass, but this is excellent."

"Thanks," Shawn grinned.

Harold, 13, Town Council: Shawn might be dishevelled and disobedient, but he's a pretty good fisherman. I imagine the bigger kids did most of it, though.

Shawn, 9, Alberta: Harold being nice to me? Has the world gone crazy?

Courtney stood outside the crowd, crossing her arms and sulking.

"I don't get it," she whined as Heather came up to her. "They all just had dinner. There was so much left over."

"Some people just don't appreciate good cooking," Heather sighed.

"Well, I'm glad someone liked it," Courtney smiled.

"This is so yummy," Katie said as she and Sadie walked by.

"Yeah, like, so yummy," Sadie agreed as they walked off.

"Some team," Heather said, rolling her eyes.

Heather, 15, Ontario: My district couldn't cook if their life depended on it. If it wasn't for the fishing dorks, I'd be throwing up right now.


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