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The second part of the fifth episode is here. Who will win this Valentine's day episode? Well you will find right now, as always I hope you have as much fun reading it as I have writing it.
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Delicious Desserts – Delightness or Disgustness?
Chef, Sylvia, and Dawn are in the middle of the pink lighted studio. The harp's melody fills the room. In front of the judges, Duncan, Dakota, and Dave are waiting to start the second round of the show. The delinquent doesn't have his classic green mohawk. Instead, he is using the infamous Chef's chef hat on his head.
"Welcome to the second round of the show that we call Delightness or Disgustness? Don't worry about the last round because the three of you began this round from scratch. Remember, the winner of this challenge will go home with 10,000 dollars," said Sylvia smiling at the campers.
"We have prepared a special and lovely surprise for you to bake. Dawn, can you reveal the surprise?" adds Sylvia in her joyful tone.
"Of course, Sylvia, starting around 200 years ago, Saint Valentine's Day is considered the celebration of romantic love. We know love can take many forms and shapes, but in our culture exist some rites and traditions that couples use to express their love, and they also have a culinary equivalent. So, for this challenge, you had to bake this…
A drum roll began as the door number two opens. Then the sound is replaced by the 'Weeding March' composed by Mendelssohn, and on the door is a 4-layer (tall layers) cake. The cake is covered in fondant, with sugar roses, the first layer is blue and the rest white, but with an intricate silver pattern all over it. At the top of the cake, is a groom and a bride.
"The Total Drama Weeding cake!" said Dawn in a not so excited tone.
Dave cover his mouth, Duncan began to shake his head and chuckle, but Dakota seems excited.
"Seriously? I have to make, like, a real wedding cake? Oh my gosh, that sounds so fun," said Dakota with a big smile.
"Now, Chef, can you tell them the details of this wonderful cake?" said Sylvia to the main judge.
"Of course, listen up maggots, this is a four-layer cake, but as you can see, the layers are all of different sizes, so you have to be careful, or your cake will not be of the same height. The flavor of the cake is optional, but you have to use some kind of icing between the layers. The layers are covered in fondant and decorated with sugar flowers. Finally, you have to make the bride and the groom with fondant. Any question?" said Chef in a martial and loud tone.
"Yes, do we really have to make a Chris McLean Groom and a Chef Bride, because it makes me feel shivers and nausea," said Duncan showing his best smile.
"Why you-" said Chef aloud before being interrupted by Sylvia.
"You can make any groom and bride you wanted, this is only an example," said Sylvia, winking at Chef.
"But the baking and decoration is too much work for a few hours," said Dave looking at the impressive cake.
"It's true, but don't worry, we will help you on this round, in all of your tables is an Emergency button, press it, and for three minutes Chef will help you giving you advice on what you have to do," said Sylvia smiling.
"And you call that help? Is as useful as my parole officer," said Duncan, smirking.
"Ejem," Sylvia decides to ignore the delinquent, "and Dakota, as you had the most problems in the past round, we will give you an extra button, the brunch of disgustness button. Press it, and your two opponents will have to stop baking and take a little treat we have specially prepared for them for 3 minutes, or until they finish it," explain the host, making Dave fell a shiver down his spine.
"Well, I hope you are ready because if there are more answers, I don't have them, you have 120 minutes and time is already running out," said Sylvia in a loud voice.
Duncan, Dave, and Dakotas go into their tables, while Dawn, Chef, and Sylvia go to their table to watch the campers.
Dakota table
"This will be totally fun! I never try to make a cake before, and it's a wedding cake! Like, the more cake-like cake anyone can do," said Dakota posing for the camera and turning her PDA on.
"Mmm, I had to mix eggs, cake mix, and milk, and add any flavor I want," Dakota put a hand on her chin, "I don't think salad flavor is a good choice for a cake, right?"
The fame-monger went to the Storage room and began to take everything she needs to bake her cakes, 4 baking pans with the correct size, all the ingredients, and some vanilla and chocolate, everybody loves those 2 flavors. And also, a 2nd mixer will be totally nice. She went out of the storage room with so many things that the pile covered her face.
"The airhead is stronger than it seems," said Chef glaring at Dakota, "I can't believe she lifted all that, the stand mixer alone is pretty heavy."
Dakota leaves the items on her table and presses the Emergency button. Chef walks toward her while Sylvia acted worried about the emergency call, Dawn putting her hands on her own face trying (and failing) to look alarmed.
"That was quick, what do you want?" said Chef frowning.
"Yes, tell me how to bake a cake," said Dakota with a serious expression.
"Really?" asked Chef.
"Totally."
Chef shook his head and began to explain all to Dakota, at least he now knows who will NOT win this round.
Duncan table
"I won the first round, but this time I really have to bake," Duncan chuckled, "I should have learned how to bake the escape cake, not only eat it."
He goes to the storage room and begins to take the ingredients, then he sees something on the shelf.
"Hey, they have booze here," he takes the plastic container with the label 'whiskey' and takes a sip, "Yuk, what a cheap whiskey. I understand why they use it for baking and not for drinking."
He then takes another container and takes a sip, "Hmm, it said 'vodka,' not my favorite brand, but good enough," he takes the vodka along the rest of the ingredients with him, returning to his kitchen and starts to prepare his batter.
"One for you and one for me, babe," says the delinquent while putting a lot of vodka on his batter, and then taking some sips of it.
Dave table
"Dawn is right, I need to believe in myself again, even if I am mistaken, even if I don't know the first thing about baking, even if I hat- Ohh, who am I kidding? I'm really grateful for her kind words, but I can't win this."
Dave then look toward the judge's table and look at Dawn, she was arguing with Chef, but looking at her, he remembers her words.
"I have to make a list of things I need to change of myself, the first will be I give up too easily," the germaphobe then began to make the batter for his first cake, cleaning his table after putting the stand mixer to work, he will repeat the cleaning after each batter he prepares.
"I always believed that baking would be a lot more messy, especially when Shawn taught me how to decorate a birthday cake for my father, but if you are careful you can keep all clean and ordered without losing too much time, maybe I am getting the hang of it," said Dave, putting the batter in the pan, but his containers were not as big as the ones he needed.
Judges table
"And Dawn, tell me something, how many supernatural powers do you have?" asked Sylvia with her quizzical, Cheshire cat-like smile.
"Oh, come on, Sylvia, you don't believe in that bullshit," snarl Chef, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, I actually believe in her aura reading, and like a lot of our viewers would like to know more. So, if you don't believe that's all right, but please don't interrupt us," tell Sylvia to Chef, smiling, but her gaze was serious. Chef only huffs and folds his arms, saying in a low voice something about fairy magic crap.
"Hehe, no Sylvia, Chef is right, I don't have any supernatural power, don't be silly," answer Dawn, laughing.
"Oh, come on, Dawn, you know what I am talking about, you read minds, see the future and more," said Sylvia leaning toward the moonchild, "also, if you don't want to talk about it, it's ok."
"Sylvia, it's true, I only have a gift, that is reading people auras, but people misunderstand, the aura is the inner energy emanating from the living things, and shared with the things we interact, with enough training you can learn about the feelings, past experiences and beliefs of the people reading their auras.
"Also, it gives glimpses of the future experiences the aura could experience, so you can warn people about problems they will find in the near future, but cannot pinpoint exactly what these problems are," explains Dawn with a small smile.
"But, what about your powers? Like talking with animals?" asked Sylvia.
"I don't talk with them, they understand me, and I know what they want to tell me because we synchronize our auras, animals are intelligent and very perceptive, so if you try to communicate, they usually respond. And before you ask, I didn't teleport, a bird friend warned me when the boat will explode and, a shark friend helped me arrive at the beach without getting wet," Dawn said.
"But you read my mind just now, I was about to ask you about the teleportation during the beginning of season 4," said Sylvia flabbergasted.
"I don't, I only read your aura and knew you wanted to ask me that question. You wished to ask it so much that it showed on your aura," reply the moonchild.
"Wow, thanks Dawn, now I understand better all about you. Also, sorry Chefy, you were right, Dawn doesn't have supernatural powers," said Sylvia nodding.
"Sometimes, I think I am the only sane person around," said Chef shaking his head.
Duncan Table
"The four pans are ready, and in the oven, now the next step on the recipe is, 'prepare the buttercream,' Man, can this be more boring?" said the delinquent, taking out the bar of butter from the fridge to make the buttercream.
"Yes, I know it's for the money, but c'mon, a stupid wedding cake? Is there still someone out there that does that any more? Well, aside from uptight and traditional girls," he said while starting to mix the buttercream, and drinking more vodka.
He then sat a moment on the table and began to carve something on it, it takes a moment for the judges to take notice, Chef almost running toward him.
"What the f*** are you doing? STOP RIGHT NOW," shout Chef, his eyes bulging.
"Come on, Chef, I was only carving a skull, is not so serious, it's only a table," said Duncan nonchalantly, with his devilish smirk on his face.
"You son of a beach, this is vandalism, I shou-" but before Chef could end his sentence, Duncan interrupts him, laughing.
"Sorry, it's only a joke. I was carving the fondant, not really the table," said Duncan, still laughing.
Chef was fuming, "Very funny clown, make another joke, and you are out of the competition, UNDERSTOOD?"
"Yep, clear as water," said Duncan, still smirking. Chef went back to his table, angrier than before. Duncan looks at him go away, still chuckling.
Dave Table
"The cakes are in the oven, check, the buttercream is mixing, check, and the table is clean check. This is going pretty well if I say so myself," said Dave smiling.
The germaphobe sigh, then put some corn starch over his pristine table, and over it some bars of fondant, he then pulls his rubber gloves to psych himself up.
"Why fondant must be so dirty? You knead it a little, and it creates a stain immediately, also you need to cover it on corn starch, or it becomes sticky, so you had to create a mess only to work with it, and the worst of that is that is pretty, humph! Hard to knead," said Dave while trying to soften the fondant.
Then a drop of sweat falls from his forehead across his face, feeling this Dave jumps back startled, cleaning his forehead with a handkerchief.
"Ugh, now I am sweating, great, forget about giving up easily, new point number one of my list is learning to endure my own sweat," he said, quickly going to the storage room and tying a cleaning cloth around his head, to absorb the sweat.
Dakota Table
"Kneading is easier than it looks, but why it must be so dirty? My poor hands are turning blue, and I hope it doesn't ruin my manicure," said Dakota while making the blue fondant for her cake.
"Chef said that the cake would, like, be ready when it's totally baked in the middle" Dakota opens the over, pierce the center of her cake with a knife, but it's still dirty with batter, "still not done."
"But look at the others, they also have like their cakes on the oven baking and all that, so maybe it's time to use this," said Dakota pressing the second button on her table.
The sound of the dinner bell sound signaling the use of the brunch of disgustness button.
"Come on, Barbie, like seriously?" said Duncan, mad and mocking how Dakota speaks.
"Rude," answer the fame-monger, glaring daggers at the delinquent.
Brunch of Disgustingness Button
"Listen up maggots, you are mine for the next 3 minutes, you have to eat this delicious dessert the staff had prepared for you, you must take a least one bite, and after 3 minutes you could go back to your kitchen, or you can finish it and go away after that, whichever is done first," Chef said glaring at them.
Two staff members put the covered plates in front of Dave and Duncan, the germaphobe looks at it nervously, while the delinquent look bored while hearing the instructions.
"At least the food was prepared under proper hygienic conditions?" asked Dave nervously.
"That should be the least of your worries, clean freak, but yes, it was under clean and hygienic conditions," Chef chuckled, but Dave smile nonetheless.
"If you feel like puking, use the cube that is next to your tables, and remember this is a baking show, so at least don't do anything too gross." Chef glare at them, but especially at Duncan.
"Today is a simple dessert, a heart-shaped cacao heart with bitter melon mousse, Bon appetite," said Chef kissing his fingers.
The staff retires the metal cloches from the plate, revealing a dark heart-shaped 'chocolate' with a green mousse at the side. It didn't look particularly nasty.
"This is all?" said Duncan grabbing the heart and giving it a big bite, it was at that moment that he knew that biting it like that was a terrible idea.
The heart was bitter, it was like chewing coffee bean, but worst, he felt his eyes shut and his throat close, he couldn't swallow that, spitting it on the cube.
"That is the most bitter piece of shit I ever taste. What the heck, man?" Said Duncan scowling at Chef.
"It's 135% cacao chocolate, I hope you like it as much as I like seeing you eating it," said Chef chuckling.
Dave took a little bit of the chocolate and almost throw out, he then makes small bites and is slowly eating it. Duncan instead tastes the mousse and almost spit it.
"Yuk, this is the worst thing I have tasted in a long time, I can't believe I miss the living insects you serve us on China," said Duncan cleaning his mouth with his apron.
Dave then tried the mousse and smile, "Hey, it's made of karela. My mother makes a great masala karela, only that you fail to prepare it correctly, so it's a little bitter."
"You can eat this shit?" said Duncan arching one eyebrow.
"It's an acquired taste, and also it cleans your body," said Dave shrugging and eating the cacao using the mousse to make it more bearable.
In two minutes, the germaphobe ends and goes back to his kitchen. Meanwhile, Duncan didn't try to eat more of his dessert.
"Come on, juvie, are you afraid of eating some chocolate," said Chef mockingly.
"First, I am now 19, so I'm not a juvie offender anymore, and second, I don't need to eat this, because in a minute I will go back, without choking myself in this bitter hell while you laugh," Duncan lean on his chair and look defiantly at Chef.
Chef looks at him as if it was the first time he meets the delinquent, "Come on, man, you can't give up right now, even the clean freak end his dessert. I'm sure if you try you can finish it. What do you say? Are you a quitter or a winner?"
"You know something? I will not fall in such an evident trick to make me try to eat this garbage again, so sorry, not sorry I will wait for the 3 minutes mark," said Duncan with a smirk on his face.
"You bastard, why do you have to be such a killjoy? That's the part of the show I enjoy the most," said Chef, glaring and dramatically throwing his arms int the air.
A buzz sound, signaling the end of the three minutes.
"Well, I can't say I enjoy this, see you later," tells Duncan, standing up and returning to his kitchen.
Chef clicks his tongue as he goes back to his seat, at least he could see Duncan suffer a little, but he wanted to make him pay a little more for all his insults, maybe next time.
Dave Table
"Yuk! How long I will have the taste of that chocolate on my mouth, at least I could come back soon enough to take my cakes out of the oven," said the germaphobe.
He then puts the cake out of the oven and stacks them.
"Oh no! the cakes are too short, and I don't have enough time to make new ones," said Dave, panicking, then he slaps himself.
"Keep it together Dave, remember you will not give up, so instead of panicking, think how you could make the cake bigger, maybe you can found something in the storage room," Dave recover the calm and run to the storage room, where he found his answer.
"Rice crispy treats, since the last round, I hate this thing, but I guess they can help me to make the cake look bigger," Dave sighs, "Let's give it a try."
Dakota Table
"Now my cakes are totally done, so let's take them out of the oven," said Dakota, after looking the knife she used to pierce the cake comes out clean.
Dakota takes the pans with her hand and put it on her table.
"This is totally like a test for my future wedding, of course in the real thing my cake will be pink, not white, and of course it will be a great reception, with hundreds of guests," Dakota blushes as she takes the third cake of the oven.
"Dakota," says Sylvia, "sorry to say this, but maybe your boyfriend had some ideas for your wedding."
"Oh, don't worry Sylvia, I have like talked this with Sam, and we agree I will make all the preparations for the wedding if I accept to make our honeymoon trip to Japan, and visit a gaming cafe, so I totally accept," said Dakota smiling, taking the last cake of the oven.
"Well, if he is ok with it, I suppose it's ok," said Sylvia, shrugging.
"Hey, does the airhead put on mittens to take out the cakes of the oven?" said Chef, scratching his head.
"Of course, Chefy, if not she would burn her hands," said Sylvia smiling.
"Yes, of course," said Chef absentmindedly, he could swear that she was not wearing mittens, but it should be his imagination.
Duncan Table.
As soon as the delinquent went back to his kitchen, he gave the plastic vodka container a big drink, trying to clean the bitter flavor from his tongue. He drank until the container was empty.
"Much better, now let's go back to baking," Duncan then put a mitten and take out of the oven his four cakes.
"Mmm, the fourth seems a little dry, bleh, Once I cover it in the buttercream, and all that, no one will care," said Duncan shrugging.
"But before starting piling and covering my cakes, I will go and look if there is more vodka in the storage room," said Duncan before running to the room, he also brings some more fondant to make the bride and the groom.
Judge Table
"Dawn, what can you tell us about the aura of the campers in today's show," said Sylvia looking at the moonchild, "Could you know who will win seeing their auras?"
"Again, the damn hocus-pocus of the aura," said Chef rolling his eyes.
"Hihi, no Sylvia, I'm sorry," answer the moonchild, "I can predict an important event that will change the destiny of a person because that event impregnates their aura. But not something as who will win this show."
"So, our humble show is not important," said Sylvia pouting.
"No, no, no, Sylvia, it's not important in the grand scheme of this people's future, but of course is important," said Dawn, panicking.
"Sorry Dawn, I didn't mean it, I was only joking. I know money was not so important," said Sylvia, winking.
"Hey! how could you fool the creepy shorty if she could read your aura?" ask Chef, pointing his wide finger at Dawn.
"Chef, you don't understand, I cannot know if you lie only looking at your aura, except if the lie it's too important in your personal development. This is not magic, it's aura reading," explain Dawn while looking at Chef.
"Same thing to me," said Chef folding his arms.
"Chef, looking at your red and dark blue aura, I know you are not as mean as you want everyone to think, also-" Dawn keep silent a moment while Chef glare at her with bulging eyes, "also I can see on your aura that is for the best that I stop reading your aura," said Dawn nodding, with a drop of sweat falling from her forehead.
"Chef, I hope you didn't threaten Dawn with your Aura," said Sylvia while glaring at the big man.
"What? I don't believe in auras, don't say anything about using it to threat shorty," said Chef.
"I hope so, anyway campers, there are only 10 minutes left, please began to make your final touches," shouted the host.
Dakota Table – 10 minutes
"Seriously, why is my cake, like, leaning to the side, maybe I need to do something, but there is no time," Dakota try to move the cakes, but she felt she will crush them, so instead she let them lean.
"Well, instead, I will, like, try to make the groom and bride, I don't have time to make the flowers anyway," she said, beginning to roll black fondant to make the groom tuxedo.
"They said I could make any groom and bride I wanted, so let's make something totally cute," Dakota looks the fondant with sparkling eyes and start to roll it.
Duncan Table – 10 minutes
"Ten minutes, I have to make the flowers and the groom and bride, I have made already a pair of flowers, so I may at least try to make some more, and leave out the groom and bride, it's stupid after all," said the delinquent, passing his hand over his mohawk.
He then looks again at the horrible Chris and Chef couple at the top of the cake and sighs, he remembers other times, before jail, better times, a lot simpler, he made his trademark smirk and began to roll the white fondant.
"It's not me, it's the vodka who wants to make the stupid groom and bride, so let's go for it," said Duncan, shrugging.
Dave Table – 10 minutes
"I already finished all the details except for the flowers, but before starting, I need to clean the table," said Dave smiling, adjusting the improvised headband on his head.
The germaphobe takes a cloth and a bucket, and for the Nth time, clean the table, this time from the rests of fondant that leave the groom, he lost 3 precious minutes cleaning the table, but for him, it was worth it.
"Now it's time to start folding flowers, the original cake had 10, I will make as much as I can in these last minutes," said Dave as he put the corn starch.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1. You're done." Sylvia said in a loud voice, standing in the middle of the room with Dawn and Chef. The three campers put their screens up. Dakota smiles and sends a kiss to the camera, Dave walks toward the sink and wash his rubber gloves, and Duncan smirks and drinks from the vodka container.
Delightness or Disgustness first camper: Dakota Total Drama wedding cake.
Sylvia, Dawn, Chef walk to the front of Dakota's screen. The fame-monger was texting in her 2nd backup phone but put it inside her apron as soon as the judges stopped.
"Dakota, you had to make this beautiful wedding cake, let's see what you made," said Sylvia in her melodic voice.
"Delight your eyes on THIS," said Dakota raising her intonation at the end of the sentence.
As the screen goes down, revealing the cake. Sylvia smiles, Chef frowns and Dawn crooked her head, as the three see it.
The wedding cake is well done, it had the four layers, and is of the expected height, the first cake is blue and the rest white, the patrons in the cake were all right, but the cake was leaning toward the left, looking awkward. Lastly, the bride and groom were very minimalist, they don't have arms, and the legs were fused, the groom had the smoking well done, and had the hair of auburn tone. The bride was in a pretty pink dress, her featureless face showing a long blond hair.
"Wow, Dakota, you went all out on this cake," said Sylvia smiling.
"Thanks, I, like, always want to make a wedding cake, so it was like this challenge was made for me," said Dakota smiling.
"But you forget to skewer the cake, so it leans a little to the side, but besides that is a good job," said Sylvia.
"The dumb blond forgot to skewer the cake and also the flowers, but the details on the cake show you are not a complete idiot," said Chef frowning and rubbing his chin.
"Rude," the fame-monger reply, glaring at him.
"This cake aura shows a lot of hard work was put in it, also with a lot of enthusiasm, even if it is leaning, good job, congratulations," said Dawn smiling.
"Well Dakota, we need to visit another 2 beautiful wedding cakes, Bye," said Sylvia.
The host took Chef by the hand and began to dance waltz with him, dancing to the next kitchen, Chef looks surprised and frown all the way, Dawn walk behind them chuckling. Dakota made a big smile and take out her phone again.
Delightness or Disgustness second camper: Dave Total Drama wedding cake.
"We are here, so stop dancing," said Chef blushing, as the three judges stand in front of Dave's screen. The germaphobe had finished cleaning his kitchen and run to stand next to his screen.
"Dave, you had to reproduce this Wedding cake, show us what you got," said Sylvia in her trademark voice.
"Delight your eyes on this," said Dave trying to sound more confident.
Dave's screen goes down showing his cake, Sylvia laugh, Dawn smiles, and Chef huffs while seeing the cake.
The cake was shorter than the original, but it had 4 layers, the blue one on the base, and the pattern was clean, and there were also 4 flowers, well-made but only 4. The groom and bride were curious, they have the body well done, the groom had brown hair and a green torque, the bride was made with a simple white dress and black skin, but was way taller than the groom.
"Hahaha, Dave, I love the Bride. It's so much taller than the groom. I just love it," said Sylvia laughing.
"Hehe, yes, I base them in some friends. I hope if they see the show, they like it," said Dave blushing.
"But the cake seems shorter, and you put only a few flowers, I don't understand how you make that shape, we don't have that kind of pans. What pan did you use?" asked Chef.
"I, I use a smaller pan, so I tried to make it taller using crispy treats," said Dave, looking at the ground.
"Mmm, not bad clean freak, at least it seems you use your head for something aside of cleaning," said Chef frowning as usual.
"This cake had a better aura than your crispy treat, I can see your first baby step in trying to change yourself in a better you. Congratulations! But beware this moment is a forked path in your future, one path needs hard work and endure the adversities, the other is the easy path of resentment and self-deprecation," said Dawn looking at the cake.
"Thanks, Dawn, I will try to try my best," said Dave with an insecure smile.
"Hey, shorty, remember this is a damn Baking show, right? A damn BAKING show," said Chef glaring at the moonchild.
"Oh? Yes, of course, and the cake looks yummy," said Dawn quickly, ignoring why Chef was so angry.
"Well, Dave, we have one last wedding cake to visit, Bye!" said Sylvia, excited.
This time the host took Dawn by her hand and began to dance with her toward the last kitchen, the moonchild smiles and try to keep the rhythm laughing all the way. Chef is walking behind them, narrowing his eyes at the dancing couple.
Delightness or Disgustness third camper: Duncan Total Drama Wedding cake
"Thanks for the dance," tells Sylvia to Dawn, smiling and doing a curtsy.
"You are welcome," replies the moonchild, also doing a curtsy.
Chef stands near Dawn and Sylvia in front of the last screen. Duncan is standing next to it, smirking and looking at them with a bored expression.
"Duncan, we already view 2 awesome wedding cakes, so it's your turn, show us what you got," said Sylvia in her melodic voice.
"Delight your eyes on this," Duncan smirk and press the button with the butt of his knife, Chef glaring at him.
The screen goes down and showing the cake, Sylvia smile, Chef keeps glaring at Duncan instead of the cake, and Dawn covers her mouth, looking at it with wide eyes.
The cake looked good, it was straight, it has the correct colors and height, the patrons were there, only a lot cruder in the details than the other two, it had a lot of flowers, only that the flowers were not as detailed as the original. The groom and the bride where pretty simple, featureless, but with arms and legs, the groom's face was white-colored, and the bride was tan-skinned.
"Duncan, I thought you weren't a baker, but look at this. It's not perfect, but it is a good job," said Sylvia smiling.
"Bleh, the details are rushed, the flowers were made from cutting fondant, not folding it, like the patrons on the surface. It only seems nice on the surface, just as him," said Chef, glaring at Duncan.
"Oh my gosh, what is with this aura, you didn't care about the cake, or about the competition, it's not like you give up. Instead, you stop doing your best. Why? You did a great job, but if you tried your best, you would make it perfect," said Dawn with a sad expression.
"Are you crazy, babe? I made my best effort, only look at this," he said pointing at the cake, "maybe you should stop smoking your hippie weed,"
he adds Duncan, smirking.
"So sad, you mock me to try to hide your true intentions, but Duncan, if you don't confront your real feelings, you will never find true happiness," replied the moonchild.
"Well, let's stop the discussion here, thank you, Duncan, it looks great," interrupted Sylvia, ending their discussion.
"Now that we have watched the three cakes, please each of you cut the perfect slice of your wedding cake, and bring it to the table, so we can taste it. Now I will go and waiting for it in my seat, all these receptions had tired me," said Sylvia as she Dawn and Chef went to the judge's table.
Dakota, Dave, and Duncan cut a slice of their cakes, and carry them to the table, the last part of the challenge had started.
Delightness or Disgustness first tasting: Dakota Total Drama wedding Cake.
"First, let's taste Dakota's leaning cake," said Sylvia taking the slice.
She, Dawn, and Chef have a taste of the slice, Sylvia and Dawn smiling and Chef frowning.
"Dakota, this cake is pretty good, is moist, it had a lot of buttercreams and mixing vanilla and chocolate was a nice surprise," said Sylvia smiling.
"Airhead, you are not as klutz as you look, the cake is not bad, but the buttercream is tasteless, but at least is edible," said Chef.
"Seriously, I totally like the taste of my buttercream," said Dakota, shrugging.
"I disagree with Chef, I think the cake is pretty good, and the vanilla strengthens the sweetness, while the chocolate help to make it not so sweet, it was a great mix," said Dawn looking at Chef.
"Ok, ok, I already said it, is not bad, it's a good cake, are you happy?" said Chef glaring at Dawn.
Dawn smile, "Yes, being honest is the best policy."
Delightness or Disgustness second tasting: Dave Total Drama wedding Cake.
"Well, Dave, your cake looks good, only that the crispy treat doesn't look as good, and I would like to have more cake in my cake. But the cake looks pristine and tasty, but let me take a bit," said Sylvia.
The three judges have a taste of the cake, Dawn smile tenderly, Sylvia opens her eyes wide and Chef frown, as usual.
"The cake is moist, only not as moist as the last one, but there is a refreshing flavor, what is it?" asks Sylvia.
"It is lemon," answered Dave nervously.
"Mmm, nice touch, it makes the cake refreshing," said Sylvia taking another bite.
"Clean freak, the buttercream, you must put a lot more of it, don't be shy, it helps to keep the damn cake moist, I don't know why all of you amateurs are afraid of the buttercream," said Chef shaking his head.
"I love the flavor of the cake, is pretty well baked and the proportions are correct, the lemon goes pretty well with your personality," said Dawn, making the germaphobe smile.
"Because he is sour and bitter with jealous," said Chef, chuckling, making Dave lose his smile and look to the floor.
"You don't need to be mean with everyone to hide your true lifetime wish, if you want to work in a child's daycare, you should go for it instead of keep being miserable and make everyone you meet miserable as well," said Dawn, looking angered.
"Chef, your lifetime wish is working in a daycare?" said Sylvia, chuckling but looking intensely at Chef.
"Of course not, is only one of shorty weird predictions about auras and hocus pocus," said Chef frowning angrily, but blushing a little, "Let's forget this nonsense and taste the damn delinquent cake."
Delightness or Disgustness third tasting: Duncan Total Drama wedding Cake.
"Well, we have only one more cake to taste, Duncan, let's see what the bad boy made for us," said Sylvia rubbing her hands.
The three judges taste the cake, soon after Sylvia began to laugh, Dawn covers her mouth with her eyes wide and Chef chuckle.
"Oh my gosh Duncan, what did you put in your cake," said Sylvia laughing.
"Oh? Did I put something on the cake? I don't remember," said the delinquent smirking.
"Hahaha, you are too much," said Sylvia.
"You put Vodka in the cake, you, you," Chef keep silent for a moment, "actually this could be my favorite cake, only that you put too much liquor in the batter, so it has a soggy texture, but what the hell," said Chef having another taste.
"I can't, hic, believe you do something as vile, hic, as put liquor on a cake, hic, you, you, mean spirited person," said Dawn, her face red as a tomato, bubbles coming out of her mouth with each word.
"Dawn, are you ok?" said Sylvia, concerned by the behavior of the moonchild.
"Off courshe I'm fine, hic, I am an aura sheer, we are alwaysh, hic, fine," said Dawn, who obviously wasn't right.
Sylvia glare daggers at Duncan.
"What? There was no way I could know she will get drunk with a bite of my cake," said Duncan, trying to not laugh.
Delightness or Disgustness: Winner award.
"Lovely campers with names which began with D, it's a shame, but only one of you can win today's challenge, the 10,000 dollars prize money, and our lovely Delightness Trophy, which as usual is not in my table, so I need to ask for staff to bring it here," said Sylvia looking around.
"Blaineley, Oh Blaineley, dear, can you bring us the Trophy?" Sylvia shouts, in a melodic voice.
The harp's music changes for a more cheerful melody as Blaineley comes from the storage room wearing a short roman tunic, with little white wings on her back, heeled sandals, a short bow with a heart arrow in one hand, and the Delightness/Chris-award-with-a-hat trophy in the other.
"Here it is," said Blaineley coldly, hitting the table with the award.
"Oh, my goodnesh, hic, I have never sheen an aura sho dark and full of liesh, your poor aura is shcreaming for help, hic, you have to shtop lying or dishaster will fall upon you," said Dawn, with a worrisome expression.
"Believe me, kid, it can't get worst," said Blaineley, ignoring Dawn warning and walking to the exit of the set, where she slips and fall out of the set, followed with the noise of many objects falling.
Sylvia looks at the side with a shocked expression "Let's hope Blaineley is ok. And meanwhile, we will continue with the show. Dawn, have the money bazooka ready," said Sylvia.
"I have thish, hic, on my shoulder, but I will not ushe it, hic" said Dawn taking the money bazooka, which was as large as her.
"I can live with that, then let's announce the winner, Chef?" said Sylvia looking at the main judge.
"This damn time there was a lot of discussion between us to whom should win the freaking round, each of us had a different favorite, so it took time to decide who was the best, and even now I am not sure of the damn choice. But whatever, the decision is made, so if you don't like it, suck it up, the winner of today's episode is…
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"Dakota."
"Ohmygosh, I can't believe it," shouts the blond girl, and then cover her mouth laughing, Dave claps, and Duncan rolls his eyes before clapping as well.
"You know something, I, like, don't really need the money, can you give me my trophy and divide the price between this two," said Dakota smiling happily.
"Of course, we can, but are you sure?" said Sylvia impressed.
"Totally, happy Valentine's day," said Dakota raising her hands.
"Wow, thank you, really," said Dave with wide eyes.
"Babe, you rock, if you leave your nerd boyfriend, call me," said Duncan making a hand pistol to her.
"Hehehe, that's, like, totally will not ha-" but before Dakota could end her sentence, she was hit in the chest with a big pile of money.
"hic, sorry, the bazooka jusht went off, hic," said Dawn with a scared expression, dropping the money bazooka in the ground.
"I don't know why the heck we let a drunk person with the bazooka," said Chef shaking his head
"Are you ok Dakota?" said Sylvia.
"Yeah, I am fine, but that was totally rude," said a disheveled Dakota, but who was otherwise unscathed.
"Then let's remember this Valentine's Day, taking this episode selfie, come on guy gather together," said Sylvia, as campers and judges come together to take the photo.
In the selfie appear Chef on the left side, covering part of the lens with his finger, on the right side is Dave smiling and waving at the camera, under him in the photo is Sylvia smiling. Behind them is Dawn with a pink color on her skin pinching Duncan cheek, forcing the delinquent to lean toward her. With Dakota next to them posing and winking at the camera.
"Happy Valentine's Day, and thanks for watching Brunch of Delightness, we have more lovely episodes, so stay tuned and see you again."
Congratulations to Dakota for winning the fifth episode.
This chapter was pretty fun to write, I try to make the characters different from the last chapter but still on character, I enjoy very much writing them, but if you think something is too OOC, please tell me.
As always, thanks for reading and I hope you like it.