"Last time on Total Drama: United States!" Chris' signature voice began the episode.
Shots of each contestant arriving filled the screen, followed by a narration by Chris. "24 teens arrived in Grand Central Terminal in New York City, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the hopes of winning $100,000 and Total Drama fame!"
The shot then changed to Chris in the middle of Times Square, police barricades keeping him separate from the fans behind him from invading his personal space. "I personally can't wait to see that sense of naïve hope fade from them one by one!" Chris admitted with a wicked chuckle.
"But anywho," he was quick to compose himself, straightening his posture and smoothing down his shirt. "What awaits our contestants this week? Who will go home first? Find out this week on," Chris raised his arms, which allowed the fans behind him to join in on welcoming the episode.
"Total! Drama! United States!"
(INSTRUMENTAL OF THEME SONG)
The instrumental began with a plane landing in the United States, and Chris emerging from the plane with a huge grin on his face and waving an American flag.
(DEAR MOM AND DAD I'M DOING FINE, YOU GUYS ARE ON MY MIND)
The camera followed Chris through John F. Kennedy International Airport at 2x speed, until he eventually ended up outside signing autographs to rabid fans, leaving Chef to carry their bags, all while holding pamphlets about what to do in New York City. As Chef put down one of the suitcases, one of the pamphlets flew away in the breeze.
(YOU ASK ME WHAT I WANTED TO BE, NOW I THINK THE ANSWER IS PLAIN TO SEE)
The pamphlet drifted into a body of water in Central Park, only to be caught on a hook and reeled it. The other side of the hook was revealed to be Cohen, who huffed at his catch. The camera panned over to Bubba, who reeled in a rather large fish with a beam on his face.
(I WANNA BE FAMOUS)
The camera moved across Central Park to Reggie and Mira, who were throwing a football back and forth to each other. Reggie signaled for Mira to go long, launching the ball from his grip. Mira jumped for it, ultimately missing and watching it hit a cop as he rode by on a bike, sending him to the ground. He got up, immediately heading toward the two, prompting them to run away in terror. They ran across the entrance of the Metropolitan Art Museum, and when they moved inside, the camera followed.
(I WANNA LIVE CLOSE TO THE SUN)
Meredith and Tonia pondered over a Van Gogh self-portrait, Meredith appearing to be rambling about the history of the piece to Tonia, who flipped out her camera to begin to vlog. When they saw Reggie and Mira move by, they paused in confusion, especially when the cop followed. However, the cop stopped when he saw Tonia, removing a notepad to get her autograph.
Meredith huffed, stepping outside of the Met, just for her Met brochure to fly away, which the camera followed.
(SO PACK YOUR BAGS BECAUSE I'VE ALREADY WON)
The Met brochure flew towards Chinatown, stopping when it hit a window to a tea shop. Mitch, Daryl, and Ash were inside, idly looking over tea leaves. When Daryl whipped out a bowl to try and pack the tea leaves in it like they were bud, Mitch face-palmed, Ash staring in awe as Mitch took the bowl and threw it in the trash, just as it was being taken out, and loaded into a garbage truck.
(EVERYTHING TO PROVE NOTHING IN MY WAY, I'LL GET THERE ONE DAY)
The garbage truck eventually passed through Times Square, with Pracilla and Maisie ambling from shop to shop with bags in her hand, the camera then moving to Brianna and Hayato as they got a picture together with someone pretending to be Spiderman. Once Pracilla, Brianna, Hayato, and Maisie all got back together, they gaped at Sophie trying to put the same Spiderman into a headlock, rushing over to her, hoping to pull her off. The camera then followed a taxi as it drove by.
('CAUSE I WANNA BE FAMOUS)
The camera followed the taxi to New York Public Library, where Tom and AJ got out, already whipping out their notebooks in excitement. As AJ opened her notebook to begin to speak to Tom, Kaisa appeared out of nowhere, removing something from AJ's pocket and getting into the taxi they had arrived in.
(NA NA NA...)
The taxi moved to Broadway, and Kaisa got out, entering the Gershwin Theatre on Broadway as Alex was playing the piano, and Drew was singing lovingly to an adoring audience, to which Kaisa rolled her eyes.
(I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE FAMOUS!)
The camera moved down the block to the Neil Simon Theatre, where Bea and Miriam were on-stage, laughing as they did the macarena and turned themselves to the side.
(I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE FAMOUS!)
The camera moved Corsica exiting the stage door of the Neil Simon Theatre, appearing to have just gotten off stage prior to when Bea and Miriam started dancing. With a longing expression on his face, he peered upward to the top of the Empire State Building.
(WHISTLES)
The camera moved to the top of the Empire State Building, where Luciana and Kyle sat on lawn-chairs, clinking two bottles of Coke together. Suddenly, Luciana pointed to the sky, hitting Kyle on the arm to get his attention.
In the sky, a plane came by, a banner saying "Total Drama: United States" flying behind it.
(EPISODE START)
The episode started where the campers had been left last; broken up into their teams, the Yankees and the Yee-Haws, outside of Grand Central Terminal, with Chris in the middle of them. "Alrighty, everyone! You've had some time to mingle, ready for your challenge?"
Cohen cleared his throat, raising his hand. "You call 5 minutes enough time for us to mingle? Pracilla took every minute of that time telling us about her boob job."
Pracilla gasped, folding her arms over her chest. "It's a good story!"
Cohen dropped his gaze to the ground, kicking at a small pebble. "We just asked where you were from." He mumbled, which Ash overheard and nodded in agreement.
Chris snapped his fingers, drawing the attention back to him. "Teamwork is the name of the game today, as well as playing to your new team's strengths! Your team will be divided into three groups of four. One group will be going to the top of the Empire State Building by stairs to retrieve puzzle pieces at the top, while another group will have to steal puzzle pieces from an American Museum of Natural History exhibit. When you get your puzzle pieces, you will head to the Gershwin Theatre, where the third group will be there to assemble the puzzle pieces. Now, break up into groups!"
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
"I-Is Chris really expecting us to put ourselves at risk for a challenge?!" Brianna gasped, her eyes wide as she buried her fingers into her hair. "What did I get myself into?!"
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
"Is Chris really expecting us to put ourselves at risk for a challenge?" Kaisa sat on the toliet set, propping her feat against the counter. She pouted her lower lip, nodding in approval. "Dope."
(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAMS)
The team in focus was the Yee-Haws, as they discussed how they would break everyone up.
"So, Mira and I have experience running, I run because of baseball, she runs from her past, it all works out." Kyle rationalized, shooting an angry look from Mira.
"Alright, listen here! I'm tougher than all of y'all, don't get on my bad side or you'll regret it!" Mira threatened, much to the disapproval of everyone around her.
This earned a hum from Daryl, who rose from his meditation position. "My chakras have aligned in such a way that physical activity will be doable for me. I will carry this team via my aura energy, to victory."
"No one knows what you are talkin' about, you hippie-dippie-" Mira began to argue, only to be interrupted by Sophie, who clapped her hands.
Once the attention was on her, Sophie tucked her hands behind her back, glaring at everyone in front of her. "If you all would stop paying attention to yourselves, you would realize that the odds are against us this challenge. The most extreme of the brawns, the sly, and the brains are over on the Yankees, play to your strengths instead of your giant egos."
Alex nodded his head in agreement. "She's right. It's why I think Meredith, Brianna, Hayato, and I should be on assembling the puzzle. We may not be the smartest of the bunch, but we're good communicators. That's what everything will come down to."
Hayato then chimed in, pointing to the remainder of people left. "That leaves Tonia, Luciana, Mitch, and Bubba on stealing duty. Tonia would be a good diversion, given her Internet fame."
As the Yee-Haws continued to discuss their plan, Sophie smirked, folding her arms over her chest.
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
"My plan is to lead my team by revealing the weaknesses of its players. Mira's hot-head will eventually get her eliminated." Sophie divulged with a smile on her face. "I just don't need to really reveal myself as an enemy to everyone. Maybe I'll even have an alliance along the way. Who knows?"
(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAM)
The camera then moved to the Yankees as they planned out who would go where.
"So, clearly Brickhouse here is going to be on the Empire State Building, right?" Drew gestured over to Reggie, who frowned at the pigeon-holing of his personality into a singular word.
"Hey! He has a name..." AJ began to defend Reggie, until she paused, biting her lower lip as her voice trailed off and she went silent.
"Reggie." The athlete reminded her, to which she automatically perked up. "Yeah! Reggie." AJ turned to Reggie, her eyes wide. "I'm so sorry." She mouthed, to which Reggie smiled.
"So, I think Reggie, Miriam, Kaisa and I should take on the Empire State Building. We are all strong and fast, we can take down the other team without breaking a sweat." Maisie decreed, folding her arms over her chest and perking her brows confidently.
"I believe it would be beneficial for AJ, Bea, Cohen, and I to tasked with assembling the puzzle." Tom added, which was met with positivity on his part, until Pracilla scoffed.
"There is like, no way I'm going to work with Four Eyes," she gestured to Ash with her left hand. "Or someone who looks like they got dressed in the dark." She then gestured to Corsica.
Bea raised her hand, tipping her head to the side. "I'll switch, Pracilla. It's no problem. Let's all just stay positive, and hopefully we can win."
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
Corsica huffed, moving his hands along the fabric of his cowboy hat. "Nearly everyone in this competition is a one-toned cliché. It's exhausting to be one of the few people in this competition with nuance." He folded his arms over his chest, tapping his chin as he suddenly began to ponder something. "I usually work alone, but maybe I'll make an alliance. Conveniently, two of the people I want to work with are joining me at the history museum."
(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAM)
"Don't go away! When we come back, steps will be taken up the stairs of the Empire State Building. Will they puke? Probably! Find out when we come back!" Chris pointed upward toward the Empire State Building, prompting things to fade to black for a commercial.
(EMPIRE STATE BUILDING)
Inside of the Empire State Building were each team's respective groups, with Chris and Chef holding up a starting line.
"Alrighty! For the Yee-Haws, we have Mira, Kyle, Daryl, and Sophie. For the Yankees, we have Reggie, Miriam, Kaisa, and Maisie. Remember! All you must do is scale 80+ flights of stairs to the top of the Empire State Building, not bad at all, right?" Chris quipped, narrowing his eyes toward the groups that had been dealt with the grueling task.
Miriam huffed, biting the inside of her cheek. "God, I'm so tired of him and we just got here."
Kyle raised his hand, waving it over to Chris. "Yo, are we going to have water at the halfway point? Like a 5K?"
Chris stared incredulously at his contestants, shaking his head. "Will there provide water?" He looked to Chef, repeating his question as a whisper. "Will there be water?" He smirked, raising his brows in anticipation. "Only one way to find out. On your mark, get set, GO!"
Without so much as a warning, the campers took off, with Kyle and Kaisa leading the pack, and Daryl and Maisie trailing in the back.
(CONFESSIONAL CAM)
Maisie seethed in anger, drumming her nails against the sink's countertop. "Chris is lucky that I don't shave his head, ya dig?" She clenched her teeth together, emitting a forceful exhale that visibly released tension in her shoulders. "Every team member needs to be at the top for the win. I figured if I paced myself, I could get it for the Yankees."
(END OF CONFESSIONAL CAM)
Flight 10
"Come on, guys!" Reggie panted, wiping sweat from his brow as he moved in place, waiting on Miriam to catch up. "We only have...70 more flights to go! Think of it as seven flights of 10!" He tried to spread positivity, just as Kaisa passed, her facing having paled since everything had started.
"I beg of you... Please shut up." Kaisa begged, clapping Reggie on the shoulder as she passed him.
Flight 22
"Yeah, pass me, just use your signals." Kyle motioned for Sophie and Miriam to pass him, which they did unflinchingly as he sat on one of the stairs.
Mira jogged by, glaring down at the male. "What do ya think you're doin'?" She accused, pausing to address her teammate.
"Dude, it's 60 or something flights more. I've earned a break." Kyle justified his actions, only to have Mira grab the collar of his shirt, dragging him to his feet.
"No! You earn a break once we WIN! Now get ya butt into GEAR!" She demanded, slapping him upon the head as she continued to run, leaving a dumbfounded Kyle behind.
Flight 48
Miriam stood with Reggie, Kaisa, and Maisie, as they regrouped together before they began to amble up the next few flights.
"All we.." Miriam paused, coughing into her elbow. "All we have to do is stay consistent in pace and regroup so we all get there at the same time."
Kaisa nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Sophie is carrying the weight for her team, and she doesn't weigh that much, so she'll collapse soon."
Reggie put his hand in the middle. "Alright, Yankees. We've got this."
Each member put their hands in, breaking apart and heading up the flights once more.
Flight 67
Sophie tapped her foot impatiently, her arms folded over her chest as she waited on the members of her team.
Soon, Kyle and Mira joined her, to which Sophie groaned. "Where the hell is Daryl!?" She scowled, her voice cracking as she felt her vocal chords constrict. She needed water, quick.
"I haven't seen him at all." Mira patted her forehead with her shirt, eager for the shower she would take once this was over. "What floor are the Yankees on?"
Kyle pointed upward, seeing figures of the other team only a few flights away. "Not too far, I think Miriam is starting to feel sick."
"Then we have to catch up!" Sophie rasped, gesturing up the stairs. "Let's move it!"
Flight 75
Miriam leaned over a railing, the luke-warm sensation of the metal against her forehead providing her relief of the warmth spreading through her body.
"It's only five more flights, okay?" Reggie rubbed a hand on her back, having discarded his shirt around floor 70, and using it as a headband. "Then you can relax."
Miriam shook her head, her lips pursed shut as she closed her eyes. She swallowed something back, her body trembling. "Nah, I gotta do something now."
Maisie turned away, covering her ears. "Oh god, are you going to vomit? Do it quick."
Miriam didn't need much prompting, as it had been building in her stomach since around floor 50. With a cough, vomit poured from her lips, splashing at around floor 73.
The voices of the team below sounded below, mainly the string of expletives strung out by Sophie.
"I'm sorry, I have to do this, we are so close to winning." Reggie hoisted onto Miriam onto his back, starting toward the 80th floor, as the footsteps of the Yee-Haws grew closer behind him.
Top Of Empire State Building
Chris stood with Daryl, smoke drifting around them as the doors suddenly opened, members of the Yankees filing through, soon to be followed by the Yee-Haws.
Chris gasped, fanning the area around him desperately. "Well well well, you guys look terrible!"
Sophie collapsed to her knees, leering quixotically up at Daryl. "How...How did you get up here?"
Daryl gestured lazily to the elevator. "Chris didn't say anything against using the elevator." He pointed out, as if it were obvious.
Kyle fell to a heap on the ground, his chest rising and falling vociferously. "Damn it, dude."
"With that, the Yankees have won their advantage! They get to take the elevator down to meet their taxi, while the Yee-Haws have to take the stairs!" Chris produced two puzzle bags with the team names on them and tossed them to the competitors.
Miriam raised her hand to catch the puzzle pieces, smiling groggily at the bag. "You were worth it..." She trailed off, suddenly opening the bag to vomit inside of it.
Kaisa cringed, shaking her head. "Sorry to the people who have to put that together..."
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
Chef stood with the next group at the American Museum of Natural History, regarding the lackluster group with disgust. "Alright, maggots! The Yankees, your puzzle pieces are tied to the t-rex exhibit, Yee-Haws, your puzzle pieces are tied to the trunk of the elephant replicas, which means you have to get past security, tourists, and the velvet ropes!"
Bea and Ash exchanged nervous glances, while Luciana stood cockily, almost tempted to even yawn.
"Move it!" Chef yelled, dispersing the two groups.
Once everyone was gone, Chef removed a brochure. "Now that butterfly room..."
Yankees
Drew gawked at the dangling puzzle pieces, which were tied to a rib of the t-rex fossil exhibit, which was guarded by two guards, in the middle of the entire museum, surrounded by tourists.
Ash gulped, turning to face his teammates. "Well, I think we need to first handle the tourists."
Corsica raised his brows, jerking his chin to Drew "That should be your job. Whip out the vocals, make it happen."
Drew huffed, moving a hand through his hair. "It is truly so hard to be blessed with such a beautiful voice. You know, I didn't ask to be so prof-"
Bea cut him off, gingerly beginning to push the much taller male toward the crowd. "I would love to hear your backstory another time! Just please, not now!"
Drew took this as his signal, confidently striding toward the group of tourists, his gaze sliding from right to left as he took he took note of the phone speaker resting behind pole. Clearing his throat, he unhooked the phone from the latch, beginning to sing into it.
"And now, the end is near. And so I face, the final curtain." Drew began to sing, the song being "My Way" by Frank Sinatra. The way his tenor sounded over the speaker was nothing short of beautiful, his vibrato making the tourists turn to him.
"Okay, funny boy, this is your time. Go distract a security guard." Corsica pointed to Ash, gesturing to the female security guard behind him.
Ash pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a shaky wrist, approaching the female guard, who was fully distracted by Drew's singing to pay the smaller male much attention.
"Hey, ma'am-" Ash began, blinking in surprise as the female security guard turned to him, narrowing her eyes.
"You're supposed to be in the East Side Middle School field trip group!" She accused, gripping Ash's arm.
Ash shook his head profusely. "No! Ma'am! I'm a teenager! I may not have grown much, but I can assure you that I am a teen!"
The female security guard shook her head, starting to drag Ash away. "You aren't fooling me!"
Corsica smiled in satisfaction, turning to Bea. "Now, you, we have business to attend to."
Bea tipped her head, scrunching up her nose as the music built to the climax to the song.
"Business? What do you mean?" Bea inquired, folding her arms over her chest.
Corsica gestured over to Drew, who was having a ball performing VIA intercom for New York City tourists. "I want an alliance with you and Drew."
Bea gaped in awe, quite unsure of how to respond. "Why...?"
Corsica dusted some dirt off his shoulder, removing his hat to place onto Bea's head. "Because, you are so idealistic and cute, and Drew is Drew. He's great the way he is. We have everything we need to be a good alliance." Corsica closed his eyes, starting to even his breathing.
"Oh, well, I would love an alliance! I'm not really in this game to win, I would love to make friends, and winning would be great, but I'm really here to expand my bubble. I think an alliance would be a great way to do that!" Bea began to adorably babble, completely unaware of Corsica sliding into character.
Once Corsica's eyes opened, his demeanor shifted; his shoulders were straightened, his eyes narrowed with placid determination as his entire posture gave way to regality and structure, like that of a ninja.
Suddenly, Corsica charged forward, hopping the velvet rope to grab the puzzle pieces swiftly, returning to Bea's side just as the other security guard began to turn his head.
Corsica held the puzzle pieces out to Bea, who was frozen in surprise over the display behind her, only to be brought back by people clapping at the end of Drew's song.
"Woah! That was awesome!" Bea complimented, suddenly trailing off. "But, what was the point of me being here then? I feel pretty useless."
Corsica chortled, trading the puzzle pieces for his hat. "Sweetheart, you weren't all that useless." He placed his hat back on his hat, tracing the rim with his fingers. "You held my hat, didn't you?"
Yee-Haws
Luciana leaned against a water fountain, watching her team as they strategized with a bored look on her face.
"Okay, we have to get the puzzle pieces. They're tied to the elephant's trunk, so we need someone to just get in and out." Bubba theorized, gesturing from the elephant replica to the spot at which they were standing.
Tonia contemplated the large structure in intimidation, shaking her head. "Sorry, boys. I don't think that's going to be me. My reputation can't have me touching precious replicas."
Mitch huffed, rolling his eyes. "Why would you come on this show if you don't want to tarnish your reputation at least a little bit?"
Tonia was about to protest when she heard her name called from someone outside of her own team.
Suddenly, a crowd of middle schoolers approached Tonia, waving their phones to her. "We love you!" They called, drawing the attention of other people, and ultimately the security guards.
"Well, that does that." Mitch folded his arms over his chest, pointing to Bubba. "Now go get the puzzle pieces."
Bubba did a double-take, shaking his head. "No way! You do it!"
Mitch narrowed his eyes, barring his teeth together. "You're doing it, or else I'll get you voted off!"
Bubba laughed at the threat, clenching his fists together. "Bring it on!"
Luciana cleared her throat, drawing the attention of her two male teammates. Without saying a word, Luciana produced the bag of puzzle pieces, dangling it in their faces. "While the guards went off to help Tonia, and you two were too busy arguing to notice, I went ahead and nabbed them. Can we please scoop the Youtube Princess and win this?"
The Lobby
Chef smiled in content, knowing his knowledge in Monarch Butterflies had expanded since the start of his day. Sometimes, this show had weird ways at rewarding his good deeds.
Footsteps sounded his return to "Chef" mode, his face becoming stern as he stood rigidly, waiting to see what team approached first.
The Yee-Haws came first, followed by the Yankees, who both had their puzzle pieces.
"Okay, you undisciplined rats, the Yee-Haws arrived first, which means they get a 5 minute head start in their taxis!"
Luciana high-fived Mitch, the Yee-Haws darting out of the door to get ready for the final leg of the challenge.
This left Chef with the Yankees, Ash beginning to awkwardly whistle. "Sorry I got lost in the middle school tour group."
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
The show came back to Gershwin Theatre, and on the stage were the two groups, the board to assemble the puzzle placed in front of them. The curtain was closed, shielding the contestants to whatever was going on in the house.
"So, how long do you suppose it will be for our teammates return?" Tom vocalized, looking to AJ, Cohen, and Pracilla.
"Hopefully not long, I gotta pee." Cohen mumbled, glancing over to the other team. "Do you think we got a chance of winning?"
"Absolutely! We have some strong people and some smart people, and here we are! We're good at assembling puzzles!" AJ surmised; a large grin plastered on her soft features.
On the Yee-Haw side, Brianna and Hayato were busy playing rock-paper-scissors, giggling childishly as one of them one or the other lost.
"You really haven't changed all that much." Hayato informed Brianna, peering at her while they played.
Brianna shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a blush rising to her face. "Y-You haven't either...I'm really happy this game brought us back together."
Meredith turned from Brianna and Hayato to Alex, smiling welcomingly to him. "So, tell me about you! What do you like to do?" She asked curiously.
"Well, I love playing the piano. It's my life." Alex began to explain, a dreamy look on his face as he discussed the piano. "I also really like basketball and math."
Meredith nodded her head along with what Alex was saying, turning her attention away when Chris approached from stage right, wearing a suit and tux.
"What's with the get-up?" Alex asked, noticing the vast different between his own hoodie and the tuxedo.
"Well, Alex, I always look good for an audience!" Chris clapped his hands, the curtains drawing to reveal a huge crowd in the house, who erupted in cheers the moment the spotlights landed on the contestants.
Chris grabbed a microphone from stage right, speaking into it. "Hello, Total Drama fans! Our two groups from the Empire State Building and the American Museum of Natural History are starting to arrive, but who will get here first?"
The doors to the stage left house entrance burst open, light pouring down the aisles in the orchestra seating as Luciana, Tonia, Bubba, and Mitch charged inside, with Bubba swinging the puzzle piece bag like it was a lasso.
Meredith and Alex high-fived, the group coming onto the stage and moving to their team on stage left, throwing the puzzle pieces on the board. "We just have to wait for the Empire State Building group!" Tonia spoke excitedly.
Light poured down the orchestra aisles from the stage right house door, not only the Empire State group entering, but the Museum group also following them.
"Well, how about that? I have to look behind my shoulder to see how far behind you guys are!" Pracilla mocked, watching Bea put the puzzle pieces down on their board, followed by Miriam, who looked oddly ashamed by the process.
"Alright, Yankees! You may begin your puzzle!" Chris prompted, smiling sinisterly as Pracilla reached her hand inside of Miriam's bag, only to be met with a semi-solid sensation.
"Yuck, what's in here?" Pracilla exclaimed, producing her hand out of the bag, only to see it covered in vomit. She screamed, just as the Empire State Building group for the Yee-Haws came in.
"Sorry for being late! Daryl took a little bit longer!" Mira growled, practically dragging the male in by the man-bun.
Sophie put the puzzle bag on their table, and Meredith emptied the puzzle pieces, flipping them right-side up to examine the outlines that it was creating. "Look for edges first, like any jigsaw." She told her group, who began to assemble the outside of the puzzle.
"I am NOT touching that puzzle! Someone threw up inside of it!" Pracilla stomped her heel on the ground, moving her vomit-covered hand away from her body.
Cohen rolled his eyes, dumping out the puzzle pieces, beginning to wipe off the ones stained with vomit on his shirt. "Jesus, it's fine. Don't have such a cow. You've thrown up. We all have."
Pracilla groaned, immediately exiting stage right. "I'm going to wash my hands!" This left Cohen, Tom, and AJ to begin cleaning the puzzle.
"With that, Pracilla has abandoned her team! Will this stop the Yankees from winning?" Chris spoke into the microphone, making the crowd cheer even louder.
"Okay, it's a facial structure." AJ theorized, noting the eyes among some of the pieces.
"Look at the eyes, they are familiar in the way our hosts' are. This is a portrait of Chris." Tom confirmed as he began to put pieces together. "Use him as a live model, we've got this."
As the Yankees moved from the inside out, the Yee-Haws were moving from the outside-in, the entire outside structure of their puzzle done, leaving them to fill in the details.
"I-It's Chris!" Brianna conveyed as she put the left side of his face together. "We are making Chris!"
With the knowledge of what they were putting together being known, the teams got to work, the Yankees working in silence, while the Yee-Haws avidly whispered to each other, soon getting to the last two pieces, which Brianna and Hayato slammed down and raised their hands.
"With that, the Yee-Haws win the first challenge and are safe from elimination!" Chris yelled, red confetti falling from the cat-walk above them. The Yee-Haws cheered, pouring from the stage left wings, embracing each other and congratulating each other.
"Yankees, go to your RV, you have to figure out who you are voting off!" Chris demanded, smiling as the Yankees slunk off.
(YANKEES RV)
"It has to be either Miriam or Pracilla. Pracilla abandoned the team, and Miriam was the reason behind that." Tom informed AJ, Bea, Drew, and Corsica as they sat in the living room area.
"I think it should be Pracilla. Number one, I don't trust the way she spells her name. Number two, Miriam won't create as many problems for us in the future." Drew added, igniting Bea to nod in reaction.
"I think if we had her extra, well, hand, then we could have caught up a ton." AJ pouted, resting her chin in her hand.
Meanwhile, in the bunk area, Miriam sat with Maisie, Reggie, and Kaisa. "You guys don't think it'll be me, do you?" Miriam mumbled, her gaze casted downward as she pondered the idea of her being the first eliminated.
"No way, Pracilla is a priss. She's pissed me off since we've gotten here." Kaisa reassured the female, patting her arm. "You'll be safe."
Cohen and Ash ambled by, both looking equally as angry.
"Yo fellas, what's going on?" Reggie asked.
"Pracilla is hogging the entire bathroom! She insists on taking a full shower, plus a deep condition," Ash imitated Pracilla's signature soprano when he said 'deep condition', "just because her hand got covered in vomit doesn't mean she can dictate the bathroom schedule."
Cohen soon chimed in, hopping back and forth. "Yeah, I still have to pee. I'm really considering just letting the stream loose in her bed."
"Then it's settled," Maisie clapped her hands together. "We're all voting for Pracilla. Good riddance."
(ELIMINATION)
All of the Yankees sat on the roof portion of the RV, a small, controlled fire-pit lit in front of them. Chris stood on the other side of where they were seating, holding a plate of marshmallows. "To keep with tradition, whoever does not receive a marshmallow will be kicked to the curb, and can never come back," he narrowed his eyes to them. "Ever."
After a few moments of silence, he began to speak again. "If I call your name, please come forward. Bea, Corsica, and Reggie." The three rose to their feet, jogging to Chris and grabbing their marshmallows.
"Tom, Kaisa, Cohen, and Drew." Drew and Kaisa fist-pumped, heading to Chris and grabbing their marshmallows. Drew began to use Bea as an armrest, resting his forearm on the top of her head.
"Ash, Maisie, and AJ!" The three came forward, snatching their marshmallows, leaving Miriam and Pracilla. "Ladies, there is one marshmallow left. Miriam, your upchuck inconvenienced your team, and Pracilla, your attitude inconvenienced your team, which is why you are safe Miriam!"
Miriam sighed in relief, approaching her team. Pracilla screamed, rising to her feet and stomping her heel. "You guys are like, useless without me!"
"Tell me, what do you do successfully? Answer quickly." Drew prompted, and when Pracilla fell silent in unfoundedness, Drew nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "There we go."
Pracilla opened and closed her mouth to speak, only to scream yet again, stomping off.
"Like I said, good riddance." Maisie grumbled, waving lazily to Pracilla.
(HOURS LATER, YANKEES RV)
After the elimination, the contestants were instructed to head back to the main level, and soon the three RVs began to move toward the location of their next challenge, belonging to the Yankees, the Yee-Haws, and Chris and Chef's respectfully, a venture that would take around a day to complete.
At around 2 AM, Corsica emerged from his bunk, rubbing the back of his head as he ambled into the conjoined kitchen and living room area, surprised to see Tom's figure hunched over his notebook, writing something.
"Getting a snack?" Tom made casual conversation with the male opposite of him, just as Corsica grabbed an apple.
"Yeah, you heading to bed soon?" Corsica followed, not really caring for the answer, but knowing he should at least try to keep up the conversation.
Tom nodded his head. "I should be, I'm just completing some notes." Tom looked up from his notebook to peer at Corsica, regarding him indifferently. "Bea told me about the way you were able to obtain the puzzle pieces, I must say I'm rather impressed. It's good to have such abilities on our team for us to use. They give you strength and make you a figurehead for ability."
Corsica narrowed his eyes, leaning against the doorway that separated the bunk area from the living room. "You don't fool me, you know."
Tom blinked in surprise, tipping his head. "I beg your pardon?"
Corsica tossed his apple in the air, catching it. "I live by theatre and the intricacies of characters. So many people on this team, and in this show, are currently write-off clichés. We expect them to be villains because that's what their personality automatically conveys." He shook his head, hardening his gaze to Tom. "You don't fool me, Tom. The moment you see worthy, you're going to strike. You play a long game, and I respect you for it. Don't make me lose that respect." With that, Corsica took a bite of his apple, slinking back toward his bed and closing the door behind him.
Tom waited a few moments just after Corsica left, a smile blooming onto his features; one of malice, and of venom. The camera focused in on Tom's notebook, where he had begun to flawlessly imitate Corsica's penmanship. "I won't." Tom then ripped out the page, tossing it into the recycling.
"Yet."
That's the first episode! I'm SO sorry it's so long. I got sort of carried away, and I hope you read and enjoy it.
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