A/N: Hey guys, here's chapter 2!
Total Tween Island
Chapter 2: Not so happy campers part 2
Gophers: Phineas, Gaz, Sheen, Mandy, Baljeet, Cindy, Timmy, Helga, Edd, Mabel, Billy
Bass: Isabella, Dib, Misery, Zim, Libby, Buford, Pacifica, Dipper, Kuki, Carl, Nazz
Both teams are right where we left them: on top of a very high cliff overlooking the lake below. Despite not having been told what the challenge actually is yet the campers already have a pretty good idea and are a bit worried. The fact that Chris made them put on their swimsuits first didn't discourage their fears one bit.
Chris himself seemed cool, calm and collected as he began explaining the challenge to them. "Okay, today's challenge is three-fold. Your first task is to jump off this one-thousand foot high cliff into the lake."
"No problem," Sheen said confidently. "I could do that in my sleep!"
"If you will look down you will see two target areas." Chris continued. "The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic, man eating sharks!" The host pauses to laugh. The campers look nervously down at the water. "Inside that area is a safe zone. That's your target area. Which we're pretty sure is shark-free."
"Did you say 'pretty sure'?" Dipper asked.
Baljeet looked green. "I am starting to feel a little woozy…"
Chris ignored them. "For each member of your team that jumps and actually…survives, there will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge: building a hot tub! The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight! But the losers will be sending someone home."
"Let's see…Killer Bass you're up first."
"So…who wants to go first?" Isabella asked. Nobody said a word.
"Maybe you should go first and show us how it's done." Pacifica smirked.
"O-Okay then," Isabella took a deep breath. "I can do this. I'm a fireside girl so this is no problem." After psyching herself up she jumped over the edge. The others watched as she landed safely in the safe zone. She came up for air and gave everyone a thumbs up as a boat showed up to take her back to land.
Buford suddenly stepped forward. "Alright, I'm not going to lose to a girl." He jumps off the ledge with no style or precision. Like a stone he falls into the lake making an impressive splash landing in the safe zone.
Dipper stepped up to the ledge nervously. "Alright Dipper," he gulped. "You got this. It's just an insane cliff dive." He closed his eyes and leapt off screaming the whole way down. After he made it in the safe zone he came back up and cheered.
Nazz went next and jumped successfully followed by Kuki and Libby. But Pacifica was hesitant to jump. "No way," she said. "I'm not jumping. I could die. Or mess up my hair."
"That's fine." Chris said. "You don't have to jump, but then you do have to wear this chicken hat." He said shoving a plastic hat shaped like a chicken over her head.
"Hey! Get this thing off!" Pacifica said tugging at the chicken on her head.
"Nope! You forfeit the challenge so you have to wear the chicken hat for the rest of the day." Chris then pointed back down the cliff. "The chicken exit is that way."
The rest of the team watched as Pacifica walked off. Next up was Dib and Zim. "Ready to jump Zim?" Dib noticed his worst enemy had a look of fear across his face as he scanned the water below. "Not afraid of a little water are you?" He couldn't help but taunt.
Suddenly Dib turned around and walked over to Chris. "Give me the hat for chickens so I need not do this ridiculous challenge!"
"You're quitting too?" Chris asked. "Are you sure?"
"Just give it to me foolish human!" The Irken demanded. Chris shrugged and gave him the hat. Zim immediately started walking back.
"I guess hoping he'd pull through on a water challenge was a dumb idea wasn't it?" Dib sighed. "Well I can at least show Zim up!" He said jumping off the ledge. As he fell his head hit the side of the cliff once sending him spinning but he still landed in the safe zone.
Then the only ones left were Misery and Carl. "Well it must be my turn…I guess." Misery sighed. She leapt off the cliff with her arms stretched out. Unfortunately she landed outside the safe zone. When she came up for air the rest of her team were frantically shouting at her to get into the safe zone.
But before she could make it there a shark came out of nowhere and ate her in one bite. Everyone looked horrified until a few seconds later the shark spit her out onto shore. "Oww…"
Now only Carl was left. "Nuh-uh! No way! I can't do it."
The rest of the team started yelling things up to him from down below. "Come on Carl! You have to jump!" Libby said.
"It's not hard! You can do it!" Isabella reassured him.
"So what's it gonna be?" Chris asked the portly tween.
Carl paused for a moment before answering. "Just…give me the chicken hat." Everyone groaned in disappointment as Carl took the hat and walked back the cowardly way.
*Confessional*
Carl: I couldn't do it. That cliff was just so high! I wish Jimmy were here. He could've figured out a way to complete the challenge without having to kill yourself.
Zim: I hate water. Why must this planet be covered in it? This is only a minor setback. It will not stop me.
Pacifica: Jumping off a cliff into shark-infested water? This isn't what I signed up for. I can't believe those other two losers didn't jump though. Don't they want to win?
*End Confessional*
Back up on the cliff Chris was checking off names on a clipboard. "So let's tally up the results. Hold on, that's eight jumpers and three chickens. Screaming Gophers if you beat that you'll get a pull-cart to push your crates in."
"Awesome! So who's going first?" Phineas asked. Nobody said anything. "Anyone?"
"I'll go first!" Sheen volunteered. He sprinted toward the edge and leapt off. "This one's for your Carl!" He screamed as he fell down into the safe zone.
Helga stepped up to the edge. "You got this Helga old girl." She told herself. "Nothing to it." Holding her nose she jumped and landed in the safe zone.
Phineas was up next. He took a minute to draw a diagram in the dirt with his finger. "What are you doing?" Mabel asked him.
"Trying to find the exact right angle to jump from." Phineas answered. "Okay got it." He said before jumping off the cliff and landing safely.
Mabel blew a raspberry. "That's silly! He should've just done it like this." She went up to the ledge with her back turned. "Whee!" Mabel then jumped off the ledge backwards into the safe zone. "Safe!" She called out after coming up for air.
Mandy and Gaz were next. Going one after another they both leapt off quietly and landed safely like the rest. But after them it was Baljeet's turn. He still looked very green and woozy.
"I…I cannot do it!" He told Chris. "I'm sorry teammates but I must wear the chicken hat of shame!" After the host put the hat on his head he ran off in shame.
"My turn! My turn!" Billy said running toward the ledge. Without a second thought (or even a first) he jumped off. He didn't get a good jump though as he hit the side of the cliff several times going down and landed badly in the safe zone.
Cindy went next successfully. Edd walked up to the edge looking just as nervous as Baljeet. "It's s-so h-high up…" he suddenly saw three cliffs instead of one. Edd tried to put one foot forward but instead fell down onto his back. He didn't get back up.
Chris walked over and kneeled down beside him. "Umm dude? Double D?" He waved his hand in front of the tween's face. "Anyone home? No? He passed out."
"What does that mean?" Timmy asked.
"Sadly it means he forfeits." Chris explained. The host then snapped his fingers and Chef appeared. The large man picked up Edd and carried him off down the cliff. Then Chris turned back to Timmy. "So you're the last one."
Timmy gulped. I-I have to, don't it?"
"If you want your team to win you do."
"You can do it Timmy!" His teammates down below shouted up encouragement at him. "It's easy! Just jump!"
The pink hat wearing boy approached the edge. "If I don't make it, tell my goldfish I loved them!" He said before leaping off the edge. Screaming the whole way down he made a splash landing in the safe zone. The screaming Gophers cheered.
"The winners: the screaming Gophers!" Chris announced.
*Confessional*
Timmy: I did it! Take that Vicky! I am not just a shrimp!
*End Confessional*
They now had to start the next part of the challenge by getting the crates full of hot tub supplies back to the cabins. The Screaming Gophers were given pull carts to carry their crates in while the Killer Bass had to push them with their own hands.
The Gophers all seemed confident after winning the first part of the challenge along with the success of jumping off the cliff. Edd had woken back up and since their team won no one seemed particularly unhappy with him or Baljeet. "I know guys!" Mabel said. "Let's sing a song!" And so they started singing "99 bottles of soda on the wall" loudly. They weren't singing in key but no one really cared.
The Bass were less confident. They were having a much slower time trying to move their crates up the beach. Buford was moving his just fine and some of the others like Isabella and Libby were working together but others like Kuki were struggling to get it to move at all. Meanwhile Pacifica wasn't even trying and neither was Carl.
"Come on Carl," Dipper yelled back as he struggled to push his own crate. "We have to hurry or we'll lose for sure!"
"I'll get splinters!" The fat boy called up. He looked at the crates nervously.
"Why are these accursed human boxes so heavy?" Zim asked as he and Dib struggled to push one of the crates. Zim was pushing with his arms but Dib pushed with his back.
"They're filled with hot tub parts." His nemesis answered. "Duh."
"A tub filled with boiling hot water?" Zim shuddered. "You humans have some truly EVIL torture devices."
Dib paused. "Uhh…yeah."
The Gophers' made it back to camp in good time with all their teammates and boxes. "Alright!" Phineas high-fived Mabel. "We made it."
"Now what?" Billy asked.
"Now we must construct a working hot tub." Double D answered him. Just then Chris came over to them.
"Remember you guys can only use your teeth to open the crates." Chris reminded the Screaming Gophers. "I came up with that one."
"Well that's just ridiculous!" Cindy complained. But most of the others were already getting started. Sheen and Helga both managed to open their crates with only their teeth to pull the rope. Billy pulled his so hard he got rope burn on his tongue. Gaz didn't even bother. Instead she gave her box a particularly angry stare and it opened by itself.
A few minutes later the Bass showed up; late and exhausted. "Oh no," Nazz was breathing heavily. "They're already so far ahead of us!"
"Guys we can't give up now!" Dipper said. "We have to at least try."
"I'll give it a try." Buford stepped forward. "But only so you'll stop talking."
"I'm in," Libby said.
"Well I'm out." Pacifica walked away from her group and over toward Chris. "Chris I've decided I want to switch teams. My team is full of losers."
The host shook his head. "No can do Pacifica. You're on your team for life!"
"WHAT?" She quickly kicked him in the shins before walking off.
"Oww!" Chris grabbed his hurt knee and jumped up and down on one leg. "That hurt!"
Without Pacifica's help the Bass started to make their hot tub. It didn't go quite so well as their leadership was divided, they started late and they didn't really know what they were doing. But soon they were out of time.
"Alright guys, that's it!" Chris declared as the sun began to set. "Time is up. I will now inspect both hot tubs."
The twenty-two contestants all moved out of the way of the host and away from the hot tubs. Chris decided to inspect the Screaming Gopher's hot tub first. It seemed well put together and stable. It was filled with water and there weren't any leaks. He touched the outside and shook it a little. It stayed together just fine. "Not too bad Gophers." He gave them a thumbs up. The Gopher's looked excited hearing this. Timmy and Sheen high-fived while Mabel cheered. Phineas just nodded; not surprised at all.
"Now for the Bass." The host walked over to the Bass' hot tub. It was obvious just from looking at it that it wasn't put together right. Pieces of wood were sticking out at different angles (some dangerously) and water was leaking from the bottom of it. When Chris leaned down on it the whole thing collapsed and covered his pants in water. He grimaced and took a few steps back. The Bass all looked worried.
"Well I think we have a winner here." Chris said to both teams. "The Screaming Gophers!" The tweens on the Gopher team all cheered while the Bass groaned in disappointment. "Gophers, you're safe from elimination and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer! Bonus!"
"Yeah! We rock!" Cindy cheered. "Take that Killer Bass!"
Helga laughed. "We kicked your butts!"
While the Gophers cheered Chris turned to the losing team. "Killer Bass, what can I say? Stinks to be you right about now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight."
*Confessional*
Isabella: Well that could've gone better…
Libby: Well that was a lot of hard work for nothing!
*End Confessional*
Half an hour later both teams were back in the mess hall for dinner. The food was still bad, but the Gopher's were doing their best to eat it at their table anyway. The Bass had for the most part discarded their food while they had a discussion.
"So what do we do now?" Kuki asked with a lot less enthusiasm than usual.
"Now we have to decide who we're going to vote off." Dipper explained.
Suddenly Zim stood up on top of the bench and pointed one of his fingers at Dib. "I think it should be DIB! He is the weakest among us and should go home first!"
"What?" Dib exclaimed. "I shouldn't go first! I at least did the challenge! Chicken!"
Zim looked offended. "Zim is not a chicken, he is an Irken—I mean human. Human is what I am."
Just then Buford slammed both his fists down on the table causing it to shake. "Will ya both shut up already?"
"The guy with the weird hair had a point though." Libby said referring to Dib. "Maybe we should be considering the three people who didn't jump off the cliff." Everybody turned to look at Zim, Carl and Pacifica.
"It's not my fault!" Zim tried to defend himself. "I'm allergic to your earth water!"
"Allergic to water?" Nazz looked suspicious. "Is that even possible?"
"Not for a human." Isabella said.
"Exactly!" Dib exclaimed. "That's because he's an alien!"
"Not this again…" Buford rolled his eyes.
"Let's move on." Isabella suggested. "There's also Carl or Pacifica."
"You can't eliminate me." The popular girl glared at the fireside girl. "You like, need me. I'm important."
"What do we need you for?" Misery asked.
"Not for her loyalty," Libby grit her teeth. "That girl tried to switch teams earlier."
"Trust me," Pacifica assured them. "You need me. This team will fail without me as leader. That's why we failed today. Anyway there's no way you'd eliminate me before that guy." She pointed to Carl who was currently rubbing his arms.
"Does anyone have any ointment?" He wheezed. "I think I have a rash…" Looking closer everyone could see his arms did indeed have a nasty growing rash on them.
"Ewww!" The girls all said at the same time. The whole table backed away from Carl. The boy in question just continued to scratch.
Two hours later the sun had set and it was now dark. The eleven members of the Killer Bass team had gathered at the campfire pit for the bonfire ceremony. There were two rows of stumps used as seats which everyone sat on. Buford, Nazz, Zim, Misery, and Carl all sat in the back rows while Isabella, Dib, Libby, Dipper, Pacifica and Kuki all sat in the front. A fire burned in the campfire pit while they waited.
At the appointed time Chris Mclean arrived and stood in front of the campfire before addressing them. "Killer Bass, at camp marshmallows represent a tasty treat you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp, marshmallows represent life. You've all cast your vote and made your decision."
He held up a plate with marshmallows on top. "There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers. That means you're out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ever. The first marshmallow goes to…Isabella."
The fireside girl smiled at hearing her name called. She stood up and went over to Chris. The host stuck a marshmallow on the girl's stick. She then went back to her seat.
"Nazz." The blonde stood up and did the same as Isabella.
"Dipper."
"Kuki." The Asian girl let out a very small cheer.
"Dib."
"Zim." The alien looked relieved as he went up to get his marshmallow.
"Buford."
"Misery."
Libby." After the black girl's name was called only two people were left. Suddenly Carl and Pacifica realized they were those two people. They both became very nervous. Carl started to hyperventilate while Pacifica started to sweat.
"Campers," Chris said sounding very dramatic." This is the final marshmallow of the evening. Both Carl and Pacifica stared at the plate with only one marshmallow left. "And it goes to…
...
...
...Pacifica."
The popular girl breathed a sigh of relief before going up to claim the marshmallow. Carl on the other hand sighed and looked dejected. Chris walked over to him. "Can't say I'm too surprised dude. The dock of shame is that way bro."
Carl stood up. "Fine! I was allergic to everything on this island anyway." He slowly walked away from the campfire pit and onto the dock of shame. At the end of the dock a boat pulled up to take him off the island.
Chris turned to the safe members of the Killer Bass. "As for the rest of you: enjoy your marshmallows. You're all safe…for tonight."
*Confessional*
Gaz: This camp sucks even worse than I thought it would. But since I can't get off anytime soon, I may as well win that million dollars.
*End Confessional*
Meanwhile over in front of the two cabins the Screaming Gophers were partying in their new hot tub. Phineas, Mabel, Sheen, Timmy and Cindy were all in their swimsuits in the hot tub relaxing. Timmy holds up his drink and makes a toast. "To the Screaming Gophers!"
The other four in the hot tub all said the same thing and cheered. Outside the hot tub Baljeet, Billy and Edd all started to cheer. "Go Gophers! Go Gophers! Go Gophers!"
The returning Killer Bass all had to walk past them as they celebrated. Pacifica however stopped and turned to the camera. "Are you watching me? Good. Because what just happened will never happen again! I will never be up for elimination again because I am going to win this thing!"
Votes:
Isabella- Pacifica
Dib- Zim
Misery- Carl
Zim- Dib
Libby- Pacifica
Buford- Dipper
Pacifica- Carl
Dipper- Pacifica
Kuki- Carl
Carl- Buford
Nazz- Carl
Tally: Pacifica-3 votes, Carl-4 votes
A/N: Reviews are appreciated. I'm interested to see who viewers are rooting for.