The camera opens up on Beth, sitting on the porch steps to the girls cabin. She sighs heavily, tracing the woodwork on the step she is sitting on with her free hand.
(Beth): Now, with Sadie gone, I have no real friends left on this crummy island. Worse than that, I'm the only girl left, besides Courtney. But I don't see me and her becoming friends any time soon.
Beth looked up momentarily and saw Noah, Harold, and Tyler walking nearby. Beth brightened up, and yelled out, "Hey, you guys; want to hang out?"
"Funny you should say that, Beth.", said Noah, motioning her to follow. "I've called an alliance meeting."
"Oh, OK.", said Beth, getting up to follow the three boys.
Soon, the four campers were assembled behind the girls' cabin. "So, what's next, Noah?", said Tyler, eagerly. "How are we going to eliminate Courtney next?"
"Actually, the truth of the matter is: we're not.", said Noah.
"Like, what do you mean?", said Harold.
"I think it would be best if we dissolve the alliance permanently.", continued Noah, causing the other three campers to gasp.
"What? Why should we?", said Beth.
"It's getting too close to the end of the show.", explained Noah, shrugging his shoulders. "I think it's best if we just decide to be every man for himself at this point."
After a long, awkward silence, Tyler said, "Well, you are the smartest out of all of us; I guess this is goodbye."
"Oh, well, since we're ending the alliance now, I have something to give you guys.", said Beth, leaving the group. Eventually, she came back with a box full of colored bracelets. "These are friendship bracelets. I made them for each of us when we eventually ended the alliance. Wearing these, we'll always know we'll be friends, no matter what."
Tyler and Harold both took their bracelets gratefully. "Wow, thanks, Beth.", said Harold, putting his bracelet on along with Tyler. "This must have taken you a long time to make all these."
Noah, however, looked thoughtful as he grabbed his bracelet and examined it. "What's wrong, Noah?", said Beth.
Noah shook himself. "Oh, nothing, just thinking about the future."
The intercom buzzed into life. "Campers, would you all assemble in the main grounds, pronto!", came Chris' voice.
"We'd better go.", said Tyler, and the foursome began to walk to the main grounds. Noah, however, looked deep in thought as he watched Beth's back.
The four former alliance mates soon came to the point of the main grounds where Chris was standing and waiting, along with Geoff and Courtney. Courtney looked at the approaching four with suspicion in her eyes.
"Where were you guys, and why were you all together?", she questioned.
"Uh, um, n-no where in particular, heh, heh...", said Tyler, nervously, causing Noah to slap his hand onto his face.
Courtney still looked unconvinced, but Chris interrupted the conversation. "Today's challenge will be what I like to call the 'Tri-Armed Triathlon'!"
"The Tri-Armed what?", said Geoff, scratching his head under his cowboy hat.
"Triathlon, Geoff. You will each be handcuffed to another camper, most likely the camper who is your polar opposite. Then, the two of you will compete in three challenges, with the winning pair gaining immunity from tonight's vote."
Chef soon walked up, carrying three separate handcuffs. He then proceeds to latch Courtney's arm to Harold's, Noah to Tyler, and Beth to Geoff. The campers took a moment to examine their new wrist accessories, as well as their temporary partners.
(Courtney): Great, of all the campers I could've been paired with, I get Harold, the mouth-breathing wonder.
(Noah): Look, I've made my peace with Tyler following the whole chainsaw incident, but that doesn't mean I want to be handcuffed to him. The dude would trip over on his feet on a smoothly polished floor.
(Tyler): I mean, c'mon, Noah is the least athletic camper on the whole island. Why did I have to be paired with him?
The campers were soon moved to inside the mess hall, where they were seated in a row at one of the tables. Chef appeared again, this time putting trays of his signature, virtually inedible food in front of the three pairs.
"The first challenge is to feed your partner as fast as possible from the trays of food before each of you.", explained Chris. "First pair to finish their tray of food wins a point." Chris pulled out a large, skeleton key from his pocket. "Oh, and whoever wants to free themselves of the handcuffs and their partners, just come to me and I'll give you the wimp key. Be warned, because if you ask for the key, you are out of today's further challenges."
Courtney and Harold both looked at their food in disgust, though with some amount of determination. "I'll eat the food.", they both said at the same time.
"What? Why should you be the one to eat it?", said Courtney.
"Uh, duh, because I've followed competitive eating since I was nine. Gosh!", retorted Harold.
"Well, I happen to have an iron stomach; I can eat virtually anything.", said Courtney, before grabbing Harold's throat and pulling him into her face. "You know what else I have that's totally iron?" She raised her clenched fist.
Harold glared at her, but managed to choke out a, "Fine."
Meanwhile, Noah and Tyler's food was obviously the grossest of them all. "Uh, jocks, first.", said Noah.
"Oh, no way, I'm not eating any of that stuff.", retorted Tyler.
"I thought you liked sports.", said Noah, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't competitive eating a sport?"
"Oh, please.", said Tyler, suddenly indignant. "Competitive eating is hardly a sport at all..."
Noah, however, noticed something troubling further down the table. Beth was spoon feeding Geoff his food, and was almost halfway down with the whole platter.
"We don't have time for this!", said Noah, interrupting Tyler's monologue on competitive eating. He grabbed a spoon, shoveled up some of the slop, and jammed it into Tyler's mouth.
Harold, who was also almost halfway done with his and Courtney's platter, saw Geoff and Beth's progress as well. "We need to hurry.", said Harold, beginning to shovel more food on the spoon.
"Wait.", said Courtney through her mouthful of crud. "I need... a b-break."
Either Harold didn't understand her or he didn't care, as he shoved larger and larger portions into her mouth.
A montage soon played of the three teams trying to win. Tyler was doing the worst out of all the eaters, as he needed moments to gag in between spoonful's.
Finally, a winner was announced! "Done!", said Harold, showing off his empty platter. The other two teams had no time to be disappointed, as a large burp echoed throughout the mess hall. Courtney moaned to herself, massaging her stomach after swallowing all that slop.
Chris momentarily turned up his nose at the burp, before putting on his winning smile. "Congratulations! Harold and Courtney get one point. Now, on to challenge number two!"
The camera cut to the small beach of the island. Just like before the canoeing trip to Boney Island all those episodes ago, there are three canoes set up on the beach. The campers are all assembled there, still with their handcuffs attaching them to one another. Most of them have recovered from eating Chef's disgusting slop, with the sole exception being Courtney. She is very pale, with bags under her eyes and holding a bucket for vomiting into.
Chris walks up, pulling out three bandannas: one red, one yellow, and one green. "For the next challenge, you will all canoe back to Boney Island, where you will find a tiki idol located on the highest point of the island. You must tie this bandana around said tiki idol. For the first team to do this, you will receive one point."
Courtney, meanwhile, looked about to vomit again, before she swallowed it down.
"Uh, Courtney?", said Chris, looking for once sympathetic. "We could take a break in between challenges."
"No, no, I'm good.", said Courtney, unconvincingly.
Chris shrugged. "Suit yourself."
"No, no, no!", said Noah, testily. "That's not how you do it!"
Noah and Tyler were now out on the lake, trying to canoe their boat through the water. "And how do you know how to row a boat?", retorted Tyler. "I happened to be on my school's rowing team."
"Yeah, considering your track record with sports, I'm sure you were just as good as with any other sport."
"Thanks.", said Tyler, before glaring at Noah. "Hey!"
"Secondly, I was in the scouts when I was younger, so I know what I'm talking about. So, row like I showed you!", said Noah, causing Tyler to roll his eyes.
Behind their canoe, Geoff and Beth were slowly rowing along. "So...", began Geoff. "What kind of sports do you like?"
"I don't really follow any... uh, sports.", said Beth.
"Oh, yeah?", said Geoff, before sighing. "Look I know we don't really talk much, but..."
"Hey, it's OK. I think you'd make a good friend, Geoff.", said Beth, causing Geoff to smile.
Meanwhile, bringing up the rear of the canoe race, Harold was struggling to row the canoe forward by himself. Courtney was leaning against the back end of the canoe, still carrying her bucket. "Can you at least try to help?", said Harold. "I thought you had, like, an 'iron stomach'?"
"I do!", said Courtney, before her stomach growled again. "It's just Chef must have prepared it extra disgusting today." She tried to lift herself up and grab an oar, but she quickly doubled over in pain. "Nope, can't do it."
A quick cut later, and Harold rowed up to the Boney Island beach. Exhausted, he flopped against the side of the boat, sweating and panting.
"Look!", said Courtney, barely managing to point up towards the skull shaped cliff face. "There's the tiki idol." Indeed, the thin, but tall, idol was planted right on top of the cliff.
Harold cupped his hand over his eye, making a rudimentary telescope. He saw Beth and Geoff, as well as Noah and Tyler, making their way up a pathway to the top of the cliff.
"Courtney...", panted Harold. "We... we're really behind. We have to... go now..." The sounds of Courtney upchucking filtered into Harold's ears. "Or we could rest a minute.", said Harold, flopping down.
The camera cut to Noah and Tyler climbing the pathway. "Can we please... slow down a bit?", said Noah, breathlessly, sweating profusely from the exertion of the climb.
"No way.", said Tyler. "Geoff and Beth are already way ahead of us, and Courtney and Harold are no doubt right behind us."
Jump cut to Courtney vomiting into a bush on even ground, while Harold waits impatiently beside her.
Cut to the top of the mountain, where Geoff and Beth are high-fiving after tying their bandanna to the tiki pole. They soon begin the long trek back down the mountain.
Tyler and Noah are taking a rest almost at the top, Noah wheezing, while Tyler looks anxious to start again. Soon, Beth and Geoff pass the two on their way down. "Don't give up, guys.", called Geoff. "You're almost there."
"There has got to be a better way of doing this...", said Tyler, before his face brightened from an idea. "Hey, jump on my back."
Noah balked in confusion for a moment, before he realized what Tyler was driving at. "Fine, I've already been humiliated on this show multiple times. Why not one more?" He jumped on Tyler's back, grasping his arms across the latter's chest. Tyler then carried Noah the remainder of the way up the cliff face.
Meanwhile, at the base of the cliff, Courtney and Harold have finally arrived at the beginning of the pathway up the mountain. "Finally!", said Harold. "Let's go!"
Courtney moaned in reply. The duo were about to head up, when a voice called out, "Hey!"
Beth and Geoff appeared from the pathway, Beth carrying some blades of grass. The duo stopped before Harold and Courtney. "Hey, I thought you might still be a little sick to your stomach, so I brought you these.", said Beth, holding out the grass.
Courtney took it, as Harold asked, "What are they?"
"Just a type of grass that's good at calming tummies.", said Beth. "Anyway, see you guys."
The duo of Geoff and Beth runs off, as Harold watches Beth's retreating back with a curious look on his face.
A helicopter suddenly appears over Boney Island. Chris opens the door, and leans out, seeing Noah and Tyler tying their bandanna to the totem pole, then leaving.
The helicopter lands, and Chris walks out to address the camera. "Beth and Geoff seem to have gotten here first, earning them one point, while Noah and Tyler got here second. Courtney and Harold are nowhere to be seen, so I guess it's time for challenge number three!"
The camera cuts back to Camp Wawanawkwa. At the main campgrounds, three tables are set up, each covered by a blue sheet. The three teams of campers are standing at each of their respective tables, watching Chris.
"For your final challenge, you will be constructing a totem pole of your very own.", said Chris, as Chef walked up to each table to yank off the blue sheets. Underneath were wooden, bodiless replicas of the heads of each of the eliminated contestants.
"You will assemble these wooden heads in the order they were eliminated, from top to bottom. You have ten minutes. Go!", said Chris, starting a stopwatch.
"OK.", said Courtney, who, while still pale, looked much better than this afternoon. "We're going to need to decide who was eliminated in what order fir.."
"Owen, Izzy, Tyler, Bridgette, Justin...", interrupted Harold. "Leshawna, Courtney, Katie, Eva, Lindsay, Heather, Trent, Duncan, Ezekiel, Gwen, Cody, DJ, Eva again, and Sadie."
Courtney stared bug eyed at him. "What?", said Harold.
Courtney looked to the other teams.
"So, I think... Izzy was eliminated first?", said Beth.
"M-maybe?", said Geoff, equally unsure.
Meanwhile, Tyler and Noah were arguing about whether or not Leshawna or Justin was eliminated first.
Courtney turned back to Harold. "OK, you hand me heads, I'll stack them."
Soon, Courtney and Harold's totem pole was finished. As the duo looked in pride at their accomplishment, Chris stopped his stopwatch. "Time!"
He walked over to Courtney and Harold's pole, and said, "I think we have a clear winner here. And with two points in between them, I'd say that they are our winner for the whole day!"
In a rare show of comradery, Courtney and Harold high-fived, as the other teams either sighed or groaned in disappointment.
It was near the end of the day. As the sun was about to set, Courtney walked out of the communal bathrooms after a relaxing shower, which she always took before an elimination ceremony.
She was surprised to see Beth walking up to her. "Hey, Courtney, I know we haven't talked to each other much since the show began, but I just wanted to say that, no matter who gets eliminated beyond this point, it was great to know you.", said Beth, smiling brightly.
"Um, thanks?", said Courtney, uncertainly.
"Well, see you at the elimination ceremony.", said Beth, walking away. As soon as Beth's back was turned, a look of deep suspicion formed on Courtney's face.
The elimination ceremony was nearing its completion. Chris only had one marshmallow on his plate, and Beth and Noah were the only ones left. Beth was looking surprised, while Noah was looking uncharacteristically nervous.
"And the final marshmallow goes to... Noah!", said Chris, tossing the treat to the brainiac.
"What? But... why me?", said Beth, looking with a shocked expression at her former camp mates.
"It was a calculated risk, Beth.", explained Courtney. "You were too much of a threat."
"A threat? I don't understand."
Noah, who had the decency to look ashamed, said, "You're just too... nice, Beth."
"And being nice rather than awkward can get you a long way in this game.", said Harold.
"Do you think Courtney could beat you in a popularity contest?", said Tyler, as Courtney said, "Hey!"
Beth looked like she was about to cry, before she sighed. "Well, it was nice to meet you all, I guess.", said Beth, morosely, before walking to the Dock of Shame.
"All right, sleep tight, final five!", said Chris, walking away as well, leaving the final five contestants to look at each other uncertainly.
Campers: Geoff, Tyler, Harold, Noah, and Courtney
Eliminated: Owen, Izzy, Bridgette, Justin, Leshawna, Katie, Lindsay, Heather, Trent, Duncan, Ezekiel, Gwen, Cody, DJ, Eva, Sadie, and Beth
Votes
Beth (4)
Noah (2)