A/N: Sorry for the wait. Here's chapter five. Special thanks to ChuChu0 and RegularSpartan for reviewing.
Total Tween Island
Chapter 5: Not quite famous
Last time on Total Tween Island: The Killer Bass manage to beat the Screaming Gophers once again in a game of Dodgeball. There were bruises, tears, risky moves and quite a lot of luck. But in the end it was Helga, who couldn't stop bossing everyone else around who got kicked off. This episode another challenge will send one more camper on a cruise to Loserville—population 4! Who will sink and who will stay afloat? Find out right now on Total Tween Island!
(Theme song plays)
It's been three days since the Dodgeball game. Pacifica was in the girls' bathroom trying to fix her hair. Kuki and Nazz were both there with her. As the blonde finished brushing her hair she searched through her purse. Pushing things out of her way she pulled out a small container only to find it was empty inside. "What the…?" She tossed it aside. "How can I be out already? This was halfway full just yesterday!"
"What's the matter Pacifica?" Nazz asked.
"I'm out of makeup!" The girl slammed her fist on the counter. "And I need some now. Hurry, give me yours!"
Nazz pulled her pants pockets inside out to show they were empty. "I don't have any makeup dude."
Pacifica turned to Kuki. "Don't look at me." The Asian girl shook her head. "I don't even have pockets"!
Pacifica growled in frustration. "Who took my makeup?" She looked upward and yelled.
Meanwhile outside Mabel was running around covered in way too much makeup. "Yay!" She suddenly tripped in the sand and landed on her face. Standing back up she starts spitting up sand and wiping it off her face. Noticing the makeup on her sleeve she realized she had wiped that off by mistake. "Oh well! Easy come, easy go!"
Just then the loud-speaker went off and Chris McLean's voice could be heard. "Alright campers, enough beauty sleep. Time to show us what you're made of!"
The remaining nineteen campers gathered together at the stage Chris had set up. Everyone took a seat on one of the two large seating areas. The Screaming Gophers on one side and the Killer Bass on the other.
"What are we doing here?" Baljeet asked Phineas.
The redhead thought for a second. "Hmm maybe we're here to see a play!"
"Or perform one," Cindy suggested.
Just then Chris walked onto the stage and addressed the tweens. "Welcome to our brand new state of the art outdoor amphitheater! Okay, this week's challenge is a summer camp favorite: a talent contest!"
"Awesome!" Sheen cheered.
"Each team has eight hours to pick their three most talented campers." The host explained. "The three will represent them in the show tonight. Sing, dance, juggle, anything goes! As long as it's legal." He said looking at Gaz and Mandy who both looked disappointed to hear that.
"You'll be judged by our resident talent scout. Former DJ, BJ, and rap legend grand master Chef! Who will show his approval via the chef-o-meter!" A meter appeared about Chris' head. "The team that loses will send one camper home tonight! Good luck."
Ten minutes later the Screaming Gopher's were sitting on the steps outside their cabin. Phineas was standing in front of them holding a clipboard. "Alright, a talent show. This should be fun. We'll need three people to show their talents. Do we have any volunteers?"
Sheen suddenly jumped to his feet and thrust his arm into the air. "Oh me! I have one! I can lick my elbow!" He then attempts to pull his elbow closer to his mouth to lick it. He keeps trying but it doesn't get any closer.
"I can play video games." Gaz said as she played her game slave 2.
Mandy glared at the others. "Can't any of you do anything useful?"
"What can you do?" Mabel asked.
"I can peer into your very soul and see your deepest darkest fear."
"I don't think Chef will like that." Phineas said unfazed.
"I've got something!" Cindy spoke up. A few minutes later she reappeared in a karate uniform. In front of her she laid out a piece of plywood. Politely she bowed before chopping the piece of wood in half with only her hand. The others politely clapped.
"Nice one Cindy," Phineas said writing her name down. "Anyone else?"
"I can solve any math problem." Baljeet said. "I don't need a piece of paper or anything. I can do it off the top of my head."
"What's three hundred and thirty two divided by eleven?" Timmy asked.
"Thirty point one eight repeating." Baljeet answered almost instantly.
Edd pulled out a calculator and checked it. "He's right." Everyone clapped.
"Anyone else?" No one spoke up. "Well since no one else has anything, I'll go."
"What can you do?" Cindy asked Phineas.
"I can build anything." He answered.
"Anything?" Sheen smiled. "Could you build me a rocket ship?"
"In an afternoon." The redhead smirked.
Meanwhile the Killer Bass were doing the same thing on the steps of their cabin. Pacifica stood in front of them and called attention to herself. "Since I'm group leader I'll be deciding who will go on stage."
Dipper raised his hand. "Uhh I don't remember electing you leader Pacifica."
"Shut up Dipper." She glared at him. "Now who has a talent?"
"I can break stuff." Buford stood up and punched a hole in their cabin.
"Ha!" Zim laughed. "You call that destruction? Let Zim show you how it's done puny human!" The green alien then pulled out a large sci-fi looking gun and aimed it at the forest. A green energy beam shot out of it and destroyed a row of trees leaving only destruction in its wake.
"Yay do it again!" Kuki clapped.
"See?" Dib pointed at the destruction. "Zim is an alien! That's where that gun came from! Outer space!"
"Lies!" Zim put the gun away. "I uhh…made it! In shop class!"
"Eh I'd believe it." Buford shrugged. "My friends make weirder stuff than that."
"You've gotta be kidding me!"
Pacifica rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'll consider it if we don't have anything else. Who's next?"
"My turn!" Isabella stood up.
"What's your talent?"
"Being cute," the young girl answered. "See for yourself." Isabella then turned her cute powers on. She batted her eyelashes and smiled as she said her catchphrase. "What'cha doin?"
"Too…cute…" Dipper fainted. He was the only one but the others looked fairly impressed.
"…fine." Pacifica huffed. She didn't like the idea of anyone being cuter than her.
*Confessional*
Pacifica: That Isabella girl is a real contender. If I don't get rid of her soon she'll pose a dangerous threat.
*End Confessional*
"We still need one more." Nazz reminded them.
"I can sing." Misery spoke up.
"Really?" Dib asked.
She nodded. "But only when I'm asleep."
"That's ridiculous!" Pacifica told her.
"It's true though. My singing is terrible when I'm awake but it's great after I fall asleep."
"Well prove it girl!" Libby said.
"I'm not tired." She shrugged.
"I bet I can get some sleeping pills from Chef." Dib suggested.
Pacifica sighed. "Okay fine. But only because we have nothing else!"
While the other members of the Screaming Gophers were preparing for the talent contest Mandy had other ideas. She approached Gaz while the purple haired girl was once again playing video games. "We need to talk." She whispered in the other girl's ear.
Gaz nodded and stood up. She followed Mandy out away from the others and onto the dock. They both sat down on the edge. "What is it?" She asked.
"We've already lost twice in a row." Mandy stated. "We cannot lose again."
"So what? You don't think we can win this dumb challenge?"
"I'm sure we can, but I'd like a little assurance."
Gaz looked up. "Meaning what?"
"I think some sabotage is in order."
Gaz smirked. "I like how you think." Just then both girls heard a sudden thump. "What was that?" They both stood up and looked around. After a minute they couldn't find anything.
"Probably just a dumb bird." Mandy shrugged. "But just to be safe let's continue this elsewhere." Both girls stood up and walked off the dock.
Neither of them realized that right under the dock Edd had heard their entire conversation. Both of his hands were covering his mouth so they wouldn't hear him breathe. Once they were definitely gone he let go and breathed. "Oh dear…"
*Confessional*
Mandy: I wonder what that sound was?
Edd: Oh dear, I heard the whole thing! What should I do? Should I tell the rest of my team? But what if they find out? This is not good…
*End Confessional*
Later that evening both teams were back in the stands at the stage. It was lit up by stage lights and in the middle Chris was standing. "It's the Total Drama challenge extravaganza!"
"Welcome to the very first camp Wawanakwa talent contest. Where six campers will showcase their mad skills and desperately try not to humiliate themselves. First up for the screaming Gophers is Cindy!"
The blonde girl walked out on stage as her teammates cheered her on. She was dressed in her karate uniform again and looked determined. There was a piece of wood to her right, left and one in front of her. First she bowed. Then everyone watched as she broke the board in front of her with her hand. It was a clean cut and her team cheered.
Then she went to the board to her left. After taking a deep breath she slammed her head into it with enough force to break it clean in half. This got her more cheers. Then she went to the last board on her right. This time everyone watched as she broke the board with only her index finger. Now everyone was clapping and cheering.
Chris came back out on stage clapping politely. "Dang I don't know how you did that, but you got some moves!" He patted the blonde on the back. The chef-o-meter showed up giving her a six out of ten. Cindy bowed again before walking off stage.
"First up for the Killer Bass; make some noise for the little guy Zim!"
The little green alien walked out onto the stage and pulled out the ray gun. "Prepare to be amazed you pathetic worm-babies!" He then points the gun toward the mess hall and pulls the trigger. The green energy blast shoots out and in a few seconds the mess hall is reduced to nothing more than dust.
Instead of clapping everyone gasped. Chris walked back out on stage. "Ouch! You blew up Chef's kitchen dude. Not sure he's going to like that."
"Kitchen?" Zim asked. "Zim does not care for kitchens!"
Just then the chef-o-meter appeared. Zim was given a four out of ten.
*Confessional*
Zim: What's wrong with these humans? Don't they appreciate a good show of force?
Dib: Idiot
Pacifica: That moron! He doesn't even know where to aim his stupid gun!
*End Confessional*
Zim gets off the stage so only Chris is left. "So with two down and four acts to go it's the Screaming Gophers screaming ahead. Next on deck…Baljeet! Take it away my bro."
The little Indian boy got on stage and sat down on a stool. "H-Hello," he waved nervously. "For my talent I will answer any math problem off the top of my head. Does anyone have any suggestions?" he looked over at the Killer Bass.
Dib stands up. "One million divided by five hundred and forty three!"
Baljeet thinks for a moment. "One thousand, eight hundred and forty one point six two zero six."
Chris checked it on a calculator. "He's right." The Gophers cheered.
"I've got one," Pacifica stood up. "What is eight thousand nine hundred and fifty two times seventeen thousand four hundred and eighty eight?"
"One hundred fifty six million five hundred and two thousand five hundred seventy six." Baljeet had to catch his breath after saying all those numbers. His team clapped impressed with his skill. Chris then confirmed it was correct. "Anyone else?"
"What's five times five?" Buford asked.
Baljeet frowned. "Twenty five."
"Well you're still a nerd!"
"Okay I think that's enough." Chris walked back on stage. "Wicked math skills dude. Let's see what grand master chef thinks." The chef-o-meter reappeared giving Baljeet a five out of ten. "Not too much I guess." Baljeet walked off stage.
"Three down and three to go," Chris said, "And it's still anybody's game! So let's hear it for Isabella!"
The Bass clapped as the cute girl in pink walked on stage. "Hello everyone!" She struck a pose. "What'cha doin?"
The power of her cuteness suddenly radiated off her body and crashed into the crowd. The overwhelming force brought many to their knees in awe and wonder. Some bowed down before her while others openly wept. It was quite disturbing to behold.
After a few minutes it was almost worn off so Chris walked on stage and wiped a tear from his eye. "That was righteous Isabella. Not even the cold black heart of grand master chef could withstand such a force!" The chef-o-meter appeared showing Isabella had a score of nine out of ten. "Wow! That's our highest score yet." The Killer bass cheered loudly.
"Confessional*
Phineas: Isabella's cuteness sure is formidable. I only wish she was on my team!
Timmy: So…cute…
Isabella: Yay! That went great!
*End Confessional*
"Welcome back to the Total Drama talent extravaganza!" Chris announced. "So in a strange turn of events Isabella's amazing cuteness put the Bass in the lead with a high score of nine out of ten. Can the Gopher's get their lead back? They've only got one more chance. So give it up for Phineas!"
The redhead walked on stage as his teammates clapped. "Hey everybody! Today I'm going to build something. I didn't have anything specific planned; I was just going to go with whatever inspired me. As it turns out I have a great idea!"
He walks off the stage. "Chef, I know what I'm going to do today! I'm going to build you a new mess hall; only this one will be even better!" Everyone watched as the child genius took out his tools and supplies and started to build.
That is, everyone except for Mandy and Gaz. "Listen," Mandy said. "Whatever Phineas builds we can't take the chance that the other team won't do something better for their third talent. It's time to sabotage."
Gaz nodded. "Who's their third person?"
"That Misery girl." Mandy answered.
"I think I know just what to do…"
Meanwhile Phineas had finished building Chef a new Mess Hall. "And…it's complete!" He wiped the sweat off his forehead. "A completely rebuilt mess hall—only better than before! It comes with a state of the art kitchen and all the equipment a cook could ever need along with a well furbished dining area."
Chris led Phineas back on stage. "Nice one dude. I'm sure Chef appreciates it." Just then the chef-o-meter lit up all the way with a score of ten out of ten. "Wow! Ten out of ten! Give him a hand!" The Gophers went wild cheering as Phineas took a seat. "Well then it's down to the final act of the night. Can Misery turn this thing around? I seriously doubt it. Let's find out!"
Behind the stage Dib and Misery were preparing. Misery was lying on a rollout bed. "Misery? Are you still awake?" The paranormal investigator asked.
"Yeah…"
"What?" Dib grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills and looked over the information on it again. "I don't get it. You should be asleep by now." He turned back to find Misery had started snoring. "Oh…never mind." Then he heard Chris announce it was Misery's turn so he wheeled her out onto the stage.
The Screaming Gopher's didn't really know what was going on until Dib turned on some music from a boom box. Then sleeping Misery began to sing. Both teams were amazed at what a great singer she was. They listened intently as she sung out a beautiful rock ballad.
"I've got to do it now!" Mandy said. She was standing on the other side of the stage with Gaz where no one would see them. Gaz passed her a rock the size of her fist. The blonde girl quickly threw it. Hurling through the air the rock hit Misery on the back of the head.
The force of the blow woke her up. Suddenly her beautiful voice disappeared and was replaced by very bad singing. Luckily Misery realized she was awake and stopped after a few seconds. Chris walked onto the stage.
"What was that?" He asked her.
"I don't know what happened!" She told him. "I just woke up!"
Then the chef-o-meter appeared. Misery got a five out of ten causing her to frown in disappointment. "Well that's it!" Chris announced. "It looks like the Killer Bass weren't able to pull out something amazing so the Screaming Gopher's win!"
The cheers from the Gopher's side were the loudest yet as they had finally won another challenge. The Bass meanwhile looked unhappy and one girl was receiving a few glares.
Before the campfire ceremony began Dib went looking for Misery. He found her in the mess hall at the Bass table. "Hey Misery," he took a seat next to her. "What happened?"
"I don't know." She shook her head. "One minute I was asleep and singing and the next I was awake. I have this bump on my head." She ran her hand over her head. "I found a rock on stage and I think someone hit me with it."
"To wake you up!" Dib said. "It all makes sense! But who would do that?"
"I don't know." Misery shrugged. "The Screaming Gopher's?"
"Those cheaters!" Dib cried out. "They must've really wanted to win."
Meanwhile Pacifica was meeting with Nazz and Kuki. "Okay we have to vote someone out." Pacifica was telling her alliance members. "So it should be Misery. She lost us the challenge."
"What? Are you sure?" Kuki sounded surprised.
"Maybe someone else would be better," Nazz suggested.
"No! It has to be Misery." Pacifica yelled at them. "She lost us the challenge so she'll be the easiest to eliminate." The blonde turned to Kuki. "Otherwise you might get eliminated instead Kuki."
"M-Me?" The Asian girl pointed toward herself.
"It's true," Pacifica nodded. "I've heard the others whisper about how useless you are. If we don't convince them to vote for someone else they'll get rid of you instead."
"Oh…okay." Kuki gulped.
"I guess we have no choice." Nazz sighed. "We'll go talk to the others."
"Excellent."
*Confessional*
Pacifica: No I haven't heard anyone talk about Kuki. That was a lie! She's so gullible it's too easy. But at least this way I get those two to listen to me.
Kuki: I don't want to get eliminated! I thought people liked me more than that.
*End Confessional*
It was time for another elimination ceremony. Night had fallen and the Killer Bass had gathered around the campfire for the second time. But most of the ceremony was already over as Chris had already given out all but one of the marshmallows. Isabella, Dib, Zim, Dipper, Kuki, Nazz, Buford and Libby were all safe. They were standing next to Chris holding their marshmallow.
The only two to not yet receive a marshmallow were Pacifica and Misery. "Kudos to you all for an incredible night of entertainment!" Chris said. "Destruction, cuteness, singing! There's only one marshmallow left on this plate. Pacifica, Misery, one of you is going home tonight."
Misery looked nervous at Chris' words but Pacifica just calmly crossed her arms and smirked. Chris pulled the final marshmallow off the plate and turned to the girls. "And the final marshmallow goes to…
...
...
...Pacifica." The blonde caught the marshmallow as Chris tossed it to her and popped it into her mouth.
"…Oh." Misery hung her head. "Well I guess I had to go sometime and I did screw up."
"What?" Dib looked shocked. "What did you guys vote for Misery for? It wasn't her fault she woke up!"
"Pacifica told us she did it on purpose." Libby spoke up.
Everyone turned to look at the blonde. "What? She lost us the challenge. She should be eliminated!"
Dib looked like he wanted to punch her in the face but Misery stopped him. "It's okay Dib. I'm just glad I lasted as long as I did. I thought I'd get eliminated first. I'll see you around."
"Bye Misery." Dib waved as the dark girl walked down the dock of shame. Suddenly the wood planks underneath her feet collapsed and she fell into the water. The remaining Bass gasped.
A few seconds later Misery pulled herself back onto the dock. "I'm okay!"
Votes:
Pacifica: Misery
Dib: Zim
Dipper: Pacifica
Kuki: Misery
Nazz: Misery
Libby: Misery
Misery: Pacifica
Buford: Misery
Isabella: Misery
Zim: Misery
Tally: Misery-7
A/N: Reviews are appreciated.