A guttural HUAH uttered by a Amazonia aborigine is our singular transition from darkness to scene. The Amazon river…home to a once flourishing aquatic population shimmers in the waning light. 10 logs protrude from the surface. We turn and spot the ten remaining survivors heading toward the river bank. Chris McLean awaits. Daniel is carrying the immunity idol. He leads the way. Spencer is in the back…they are being kept separate. They stand on a GREEN colored tarp. Chris retrieves the immunity idol from Daniel's sticky fingers~

Chris McLean: Welcome everybody to the first Individual Immunity Challenge! Wooo!

~Chris's Woo is louder than everyone else's combined. They are all a little on edge and fatigued from living together for the past few days. Chris seems disappointed in their lack of enthusiasm…but, he pushes forward~

Chris McLean: So, did we come up with a new name? Something with a Brazilian flare? I'm sure you guys put a ton of…

Sam Manson: SAVADIGM

Chris McLean: Sava…digm?

Sam Manson: Yep.

Chris McLean: Wow, okay, glad you guys put a lot of thought into that one. But SAVADIGM IT IS!

~Another minimal reaction. Chris has that look on his face like "Wow, tough crowd." He'd pull at his collar if he were wearing one! Instead, the Daniel Coyote t-shirt will have to suffice. He places the immunity idol in front of him, on a sturdy, metal platform~

Chris McLean: The most coveted prize in the game. An idol you all have fought over for a month…the meaning of life in this game. The immunity idol.

~He grabs a sledgehammer and raises it high in the air. He starts to bring it down. The contestants look on with angst. The sledgehammer is about to bash Little Coyote in the head…but Chris, displaying TREMENDOUS strength in his forearms, pulls up just shy. He laughs…the contestants all sigh~

Chris McLean: Just kidding…crushing the head of Little Daniel Coyote would probably prevent me from hosting another season. But, despite the lack of a visual metaphor the point remains…this idol is no longer relevant. Instead, we will be competing for an individual immunity necklace!

~Chris unveils the necklace…it looks pretty cheap and shitty…like most immunity necklaces. We zoom in to glance at the 'jewelry' clattering around the neck tie. We see tiny images of a smiling, happy Daniel Coyote. They rotate with tiny images of an X'd out image of Ruff-Ruffman. The members of Savadigm clap when they see the necklace~

Chris McLean: This is what you're now competing for. Whoever has this around their neck at Tribal Council is immune from the vote. So, let's get this show on the road and find out who the inaugural winner of the Cartoon Crossover Survivor Immunity Necklace will be! As you can see, we've placed ten stumps in the river. The challenge is pretty simple…each of you will stand on a stump. The person who remains on their stump the longest, wins. Let's get started!

~The survivors swim out to their stumps. Spencer and Daniel try to get stumps next to each other…Chris yells out~

Chris McLean: No, no, no! Somebody get in between those two!

~Ali happily hops over, taking the stump next to Spencer. Daniel seems perfectly fine with swimming over to the stump Ali had been standing on. He climbs up and we're set~

Chris McLean: Alright…everybody is in position….let's get started! The challenge is underway!

~The challenge is barely five minutes deep. Tennyson stands around, confident. He's looking as intimidating as ever…the water around his stump begins to bubble~

Ben Tennyson: What the…

~Suddenly a fish LEAPS from the water…Tennyson dodges it. Another jumps out….Tennyson dodges this one as well…it doesn't stop…soon the air around Tennyson is consumed with flying fish! Tennyson is ducking and weaving, dipping and dodging…it finally causes him to lose balance and fall into the water! Everyone is shocked~

Chris McLean: Wow…Ben Tennyson has been eliminated!

~Tennyson's head pops from the water…fish are swarming him…he starts to swim toward shore. He finally reaches the beach and hurries out of the water, a bit stirred by the natural development. Dozens of fish follow him on shore, flipping and flopping around. Ben looks at Chris…Chris is stunned~

Ben Tennyson: It's a gift.

Chris McLean: Somebody get over here and collect these fish! Let's have a fish fry!

~We are down to nine. Chris as a fryer brought forth and a grill…he takes turns frying and grilling fish. The aroma fills the air. The contestants lick their lips with hunger. Samurai Jack doesn't seem impressed…he fucking hates fish. A rattling of glass catches his ear~

Samurai Jack: Is that…is that BEER?

~A giant chest is opened and a ton of LANDSHARK beer bottles reside within. Samurai Jack INSTANTLY leaps off the log and swims to shore. He swims faster than Michael Phelps. He grabs four beers and twists them all open with one swoop of his hand. Tennyson and Chris extend their hands, Samurai Jack looks at them angrily~

Samurai Jack: Hey! Get your own!

~There is a shit ton of beer so they do as told. We are now down to eight competitors. We fast forward a few hours…the sun is nearing the western horizon~

Chris McLean: Wow, this sure is taking longer than I expected. Okay, listen up! I've got a gift for anyone willing to leave their platform.

~None of them budge. Chris whistles…in the background Samurai Jack is pounding back beer while Tennyson dives into a freshly fried piece of fish. A smoking hot Brazilian woman in a bikini is brought forth. This catches everyone's attention~

Chris McLean: Whoever jumps off gets a night alone with this woman. So…

~Suddenly, Daniel RIPS his shirt off and LEAPS into the river. We can see DeFranco, Spencer and Ali all attempting to do the same…but they are beat to the punch. Daniel reaches shore and grabs a couple of beers. He extends his arm~

Daniel Keem: Shall we?

~The Brazilian woman locks arms with Killer Keemstar and they exit. Chris smiles~

Chris McLean: Well isn't that lovely…a truly romantic encounter! It looks as though we are down to seven!

~Another hour or so passes…it's nearly dark. Something GROWLS in the burgeoning night. It draws the attention of all the competitors and Chris~

Chris McLean: What the hell was that?

Frieza: An Amazonian beast?!

Richard Spencer: It must be HUGE!

Katz: It sounded close.

~It GROWLS again. Sam's face reddens. They all turn and stare at her. It's her stomach~

Phillip DeFranco: Wow.

Prince Ali: Damn!

Richard Spencer: Sounds like you're fucking hungry.

Sam Manson: Fuck all of you!

~Sam dives into the river and heads to shore. She snatches a piece of grilled fish and looks to quiet the hunger that is raging within. We are down to six~

Chris McLean: Eat as much fish as you like.

Sam Manson: Suck it, Chris!

~Another hour passes, it's full on nighttime at this point. The six Survivors begin to get stiff and sore. They've been up there awhile~

Chris McLean: We're creeping up on four hours now…quite a long time to be up there. Those legs have to be…

Richard Spencer: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Chris McLean: Okay.

~Abu wobbles toward some fish. Chris hands him a piece of fried fish. Abu looks at it and SCREAMS~

Prince Ali: What's that, Abu?

~Abu SCREAMS again~

Prince Ali: Oh, alright.

~Ali jumps off his stump and swims to shore. He grabs a knife and fork…he cuts the fish up into tiny pieces~

Prince Ali: I always cut his food up. His hands are too tiny.

Chris McLean: Wow, okay…we are down to five…halfway there!

~The water under Frieza's stump moves in a very ominous way. A giant ANACONDA begins to slither up his stump. Spencer is the first to notice~

Richard Spencer: Uhh, Frieza, buddy…you might wanna…ya know.

~Frieza looks down and jumps! He nearly falls off his stump. The giant reptilian beast continues to slither up. Chris is throwing some game at Sam when she spots the snake and points. Chris grabs a gun~

Chris McLean: Relax, Frieza…I've got this!

Frieza: Not that I'm questioning your decision making but…are you any good with a gun?

Chris McLean: Of course, I watched a Youtube video!

Frieza: I'd prefer if Tennyson used the gun, thanks.

~Trumpets sound as Ben Tennyson stands up. He snatches the gun~

Ben Tennyson: I've got the eye of an eagle. Relax, masked friend…that snake will be dinner in no time!

~Tennyson fires off a shot…it nearly takes Frieza's head off! Frieza LEAPS off the stump and into the water…he swims as fast as he can to shore. He storms past Tennyson, angry. Tennyson looks at the gun~

Ben Tennyson: Must be defective.

~The anaconda has reached the top of the stump and coiled, deciding this is a great place to rest for the evening. We are now down to four~

Chris McLean: Frieza, would you like some…

~Chris offers a freshly grilled piece of fish. Frieza, however, having just seen his life flash before his eyes marches into the jungle for some self-reflection~

Chris McLean: Don't wander off too far, Frieza. The fish will be here when you return! Alright, we're down to the final four!

~Katz, Spencer, DeFranco and Whis remain. A few more hours pass by. Samurai Jack continues to guzzle beer…he should be wasted by now, but seems fine. Tennyson has been banned from stepping near the water. Chris has no clue what to do with all the fish and doesn't want any additions. Ali is cutting up more fish for Abu and his voracious appetite. Frieza has returned, enjoying a quiet meal. Daniel is still with his lady. Sam's stomach has silenced, she's enjoying a beer, staring into the sky while seated against a log~

Chris McLean: Okay so since we've been here awhile and the ecosystem can't possibly afford to lose many more fish…I'm going to make a concession. Whoever is willing to jump off…right now will receive whatever they want.

Katz: Really?

Chris McLean: Yes, really.

~Katz taps the side of his nose, looking at Chris~

Chris McLean: Oh, that? That's what you want?

Katz: Fuck yes.

Chris McLean: Well, no problem then…I've got plenty of that!

~Excitedly, Katz jumps five feet in the air and performs a somersault dive into the river…Spencer, DeFranco, and Whis hold up ten fingers. Everybody on the beach applauds his graceful exit from the challenge. Katz emerges and approaches Chris~

Chris McLean: We are down to three…the final three!

Katz: Ahem.

Chris McLean: Oh, yea…let me get it…I've always got some on me.

Katz: Damn, Chris, we need to get to know each other better.

Chris McLean: I'd love that!

~Chris pulls out a bottle of Flonase Nasal Spray and slaps it in Katz's eager palm~

Chris McLean: There ya go, brother! I know how hard it can be when those allergies flare up/

~Katz's eyes fire with rage. He crushes the bottle~

Chris McLean: HEY…that's now how it's used!

~Katz lunges for Chris's throat. Samurai Jack, Tennyson, and Ali rush forward and pry him away. Chris rubs his irritated neckline~

Chris McLean: Wow, you've got some rage issues, buddy…and now I need a new bottle of Flonase. Oh well, we're down to three. Somebody give that man a fish…he's no doubt irritable from hunger!

Ben Tennyson: You've got it!

~Tennyson confidently struts toward the river~

Chris McLean: NO…not a new…ugh…

~Fifteen fish leap forth from the water, into Tennyson's arms. Chris shakes his head and points toward the already massive pile~

Chris McLean: Just…just put them over there.

~A few more hours pass…DeFranco, Spencer and Whis are really set in. They want this terribly. Spencer looks at Phillip~

Richard Spencer: Hey bud, I need this.

Phillip DeFranco: We all need this, Richard.

Richard Spencer: You know what I mean…those fuckers are gunning for me. It's personal, they hate me.

Phillip DeFranco: Just beat me and Whis…that's all you have to do.

Richard Spencer: Just hear me out…

~Whis resides a few stumps away, listening in. Nobody on shore can hear what's being said. Chris stands, finally doing his job as host~

Chris McLean: Hey! What's going on over there!

~Phillip's legs are shaking. He's getting tired…his muscle mass is failing him due to a lack of protein. The sweat is causing the more muscular portions of his body to cramp up. He's dehydrated. Spencer continues to push him~

Phillip DeFranco: Chris! Does your offer still stand?

Chris McLean: What…giving you whatever you want to jump down?

Phillip DeFranco: Yes.

Chris McLean: Uhh, sure…what would you like?

Phillip DeFranco: A tag team championship shot?

~Phillip laughs, knowing Chris won't grant him that request. Whis nods at his partner~

Chris McLean: You've got it!

Phillip DeFranco: Uhh, really against Chowder and Gorgonzola?

Chris McLean: Yep!

~Phillip looks down at his weakening legs. His back aches…the fish smells so good. He sighs~

Phillip DeFranco: Ah, screw it.

~He dives into the river and swims ashore. He grabs a handful of fried fish and a couple of ice cold beers. As he heads to the log and sits next to Samurai Jack he yells out~

Phillip DeFranco: Both of you owe me!

~Spencer nods. Whis remains focused with laser like intensity. We fast forward. Everyone on the beach is now asleep. Chris is barely keeping awake. Spencer is bent over at the knees, wincing in pain. Whis has a yoga pose going on, eyes closed~

Chris McLean: Alright guys, it's been almost ten hours! The damn sun is going to come up if we're out here any longer. We're already set back a day due to the length of this challenge…I'd hate to petition a re-do! How much longer do you guys have, honestly?

Richard Spencer: All FUCKING night.

Whis responds in his usual high-pitched voice.

Whis: I'm just getting started.

~Chris groans and grabs a beer. The snake slithers off the stump and hisses his version of "fuck this". He's done watching. A few more hours pass…the sun is indeed about to rise. Birds begin to chirp…a new day approaches. Chris finishes off another beer~

Chris McLean: Seriously? C'mon you guys…

~Chris is getting kind of drunk by this point. The rest of the competitors are sleeping as sound as ever. Spencer lets out a snore…it wakes him up, momentarily. Whis, in another yoga pose, opens his eye just enough to glance at Spencer. He sees Spencer falling asleep on his feet. Spencer' eyes shut…he lets out another snore…they fly open again but slower and not quite as open as before. He teeters, he wobbles…his eyes shut and this time he falls in! There is a huge splash. This grabs Chris's attention~

Chris McLean: Huh? What happened…oh my…Spencer is in! Whis WINS immunity!

~Whis abandons the yoga pose and stretches out with methodical precision. He then dives into the water and retrieves a drowning Spencer. Spencer breaches the surface and wakes up…he thanks Whis for the help and they swim back to shore together. We fast forward…it's dawn. Everyone is yawning, aside from Whis, they are all standing on their merged tribe colored mat. Chris is holding the necklace~

Chris McLean: Whis…why don't you come on over here and take this.

~The competitors give him a strong ovation. Spencer looks at the ground, disappointed. Several people pat him on the back for the tremendous effort he gave~

Chris McLean: Hell of an effort, Richard. HELL of an effort. Great challenge all around…now, head back to camp and get some sleep. We've got Tribal Council later this evening…everyone BUT Whis is vulnerable to being voted out. I'll see you later this evening.

~Triumphant music plays as the necklace clad Whis leads his tribe back to camp. We fade out~