Over the course of the next three days, Wally explored Camp Wawanakwa thoroughly, keeping his eyes open and noting the positions of any and all surveillance cameras (his years of dodging Bat Cameras serving him nicely in that regard), finding that everywhere he went was under constant view of at least two cameras, much to his everlasting annoyance. He wouldn't be running out for take-out any time soon.

It truly amazed him that a show with such a terrible budget for accommodations could afford such extensive camera coverage. Though, now that he thought about it, that may have been where the funding had come from.

In that time, he managed to really bond with Geoff and DJ, the former being a renowned party animal and the latter simply being too nice not to befriend. In much the same way, Wally found that Bridgette, when she and Geoff weren't dancing around each other, was also difficult to dislike.

He stayed away from Ezekiel though. The kid was poison in its purist form. The girls all hated him for what he'd said after the first challenge, which meant that the guys could hardly be seen with him for fear of being considered Zeke sympathizers and joining him in his exile. Or, worse, if Artemis or, heaven forbid, Aunt Iris, were to believe that he sympathized with the misogynistic worldview that the kid spouted obliviously? Wally shuddered to even think about it.

It was on the third morning after winning themselves a hot tub that Chris told them of their second challenge, waking them all at the crack of dawn especially for the momentous occasion.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, hearing that he and the others had ten minutes to be ready, Wally purposefully rolled over the edge of his bed, falling down to the floor where he landed in a crouch. Dropping down to the ground, Wally reached underneath DJ's bunk in order to reach his duffle bag, pulling it out into the open so that he could get to his stuff.

Sleepily, Wally reached in, honestly not caring what he pulled out. It wouldn't make a difference, after all. It was all the same.

That had actually been a part of the contract. Once they had boarded their individual yachts, each of the contestants had found their luggage tampered with. Any personal artifacts, swimsuits, pajamas and undergarments had been left alone, but all of their other clothing had been replaced by five identical outfits that were unique to each individual.

Wally didn't really understand the reasoning behind it, but he was left with five sets of white sneakers, five pairs of identical jeans, five long sleeved pale yellow shirts and five short sleeved button up red shirts. He supposed that he should be grateful that it wasn't his Kid Flash uniform.

He and the other males yawned sleepily as they pulled their clothes on, all of them finding it easier to just shower in the evening rather than risk going over the time limit, then grabbing their toothbrushes and, in a few cases, their shaving kits before making their ways to the communal bathroom to complete their daily rituals, hurrying to finish before the challenge began.

Wally was ready to laugh.

The challenge was to run 20km around the lake. He could literally do that in seconds.

However, in order to preserve his identity, Wally elected to keep pace with Tyler and Eva, the designated 'athletes' of the group, forcing himself to lag behind a bit when they reached the 5km mark purely because they were boring the hell out of him.

He wound up running- well, jogging in his case- next to Bridgette and Justin for the rest of the challenge and, though the model may not have been overly talkative, Bridgette was good for a chat that managed to distract him enough to keep him from tearing his hair out at the painfully slow pace they were setting.

When they did eventually return to the main lodge, they got to settle in for the boring part. Waiting. For hours. For the walkers to finally catch up.

They had started running at 7:30AM. Wally had reached the lodge by around ten. The walkers didn't even start showing up until twelve. And in all that time, none of the competitors were allowed to leave the main lodge and nobody was given food.

By that point, Wally would have been running up the walls out of sheer boredom if he hadn't been so hungry.

He was really starting to hate Chris Mclean.

The door slammed open as Owen rushed in, holding an unconscious Noah in his arms as he screamed for help.

"Clear a table!" He yelled urgently, not even waiting before dumping his teammate down and attempting CPR.

"Great," Wally called out from the corner, where he had been trying to deal with the gaping black hole in his stomach, "Everyone's here now, Chris. Killer Bass win the second challenge. Now feed me!"

"Oh, you haven't won the challenge yet," Chris informed the teens smugly, turning to the curtained off area and signaling for Chef to unveil what lay beyond it, "But for now, you're right Wally, we should feed you."

A tug on a single rope and Chef unveiled the most beautiful buffet ever constructed by man. Or at least, that's what it appeared to be to the starving teens who had been eating nothing but slop for the past three days.

Wally was on his feet in an instant, running towards the buffet and only barely remembering to keep his speed at human levels as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "DIBS ON THE TURKEY!"

One somewhat rabid feasting later and everyone present was summarily stuffed and bloated with food, the sole exception being Wally who, due to his metabolism, could probably have gone for another turkey or two.

"So," queried Gwen lazily, her eyelids heavy and her stomach full, "Who won the challenge?"

"We haven't had it yet," Chris cheekily informed her.

"What?" Heather blurted angrily, "Haven't we been through enough?"

"Um, let me think," Chris muttered sarcastically, "No! It's time for... the Awake-A-Thon!"

"Awake-A-Thon?" Wally queried cautiously.

"I'm glad you asked," Chris grinned, "The Awake-A-Thon is probably the easiest challenge in the game. All you've gotta do is stay awake for as long as you can. Last man standing wins for their team."

"So the 20k run and the turkey feasting frenzy was all just a part of your evil scheme to make it harder for us to stay awake?" Gwen asked, outraged.

"Yup."

"Damn he's good."

As Chef slowly directed the 21 teens to the site of the campfire, where the competition would be officially taking place, not a single person could disagree with Gwen's assessment.

Awake-A-Thon: 3 Hours in

"Bored," Wally moaned softly as he lay against one of the stumps that served as a seat for the campfire site, "So bored."

So far everyone was still awake, though they largely wished that they weren't. Staying awake was difficult, but doable for the time being, particularly for Wally, who's best friend was perhaps the epitome of night owls, and Duncan, who did most of his best work after hours. Dealing with the boredom as well, though? It was driving them nuts.

"So let's talk," Bridgette yawned, turning over to the boredom struck red head, drawing in Geoff and DJ.

"Sure," Geoff agreed amiably, if tiredly, to the surfer's suggestion, "About what?"

"I don't know," she groaned, already exhausted by just offering the 'talk' suggestion, "What made everyone sign up for TDI?"

"Looked like it'd be a rad party," Geoff told her, suffering through several irony laced snorts of derision.

"Same here," DJ admitted, "I saw the brochure and thought that it'd be fun."

"Mm," Bridgette agreed, "I saw the pictures of the five-star resort, complete with a totally awesome beach."

"You were robbed," Wally said supportingly, proving that, despite his closed eyes, he was still awake.

"What about you, dude?" Geoff asked, "Didn't Chris mention something about a court forcing you to compete? Were you in juvie like Duncan?"

"Nah," Wally's head shook in his denial, "A 'friend' forged my signature on the application forms and sent in this audition video that he edited together. Next thing I know I'm being shanghaied to Canada for a TV show I'd never even heard of."

"Wait," Bridgette stopped him, "I thought that only Canadian citizens were eligible?"

"They are," Wally admitted, "My lawyers thought of that too, but I've got dual citizenship. Same as Justin."

That had actually been something of a shock to Wally, but it turned out that, when Batman and Superman had initially brokered the Justice League's alliance with the United Nations, Bruce Wayne had subtly ensured that all Justice League members and associates had the legal equivalency of citizenship in all UN recognized nations, just in case. In case of what, Wally wasn't quite sure, nor did he know exactly how the billionaire had managed to keep all of the League members' identities a secret in doing so, but that didn't change the fact that he had managed it.

"My 'friend' 'supposedly' didn't know that little nugget of information when he came up with his 'prank'."

"And you couldn't just say that it was a mistake?" DJ queried.

"I couldn't get him to 'fess up what he did," he told them, remembering how Robin's secret identity had, once again, caused a hell of a lot of trouble to keep, "So the show's lawyers decided I just had a case of cold feet and the courts forced me to honor my contracts."

There was a short pause as Geoff, DJ and Bridgette shared a questioning glance, before the surfer girl finally spoke up.

"No offense," she said gingerly, "But it sounds like your friend is a bit of a dick."

"..."

Wally was silent for a full five seconds, staring in wide-eyed awe at Bridgette before he started to giggle softly. Wally giggled like a tittering schoolgirl for a full minute, slowly growing in both power and volume until the giggling transformed into full blown, gut wrenching, Joker worthy maniacal laughter that drew in the attention (and concern) of the entire cast.

"...Wally?" Bridgette said cautiously, as the boy started to slam his fist into the ground and tears of mirth filled his eyes.

"He's a dick," he sputtered, in between peals of laughter as he struggled to regain his breath, "He's totally a dick!"

"Wally..." Chris interjected a few moments later, as the laughter started to recede back into giggling, "You about done with your psychotic break yet?"

"I'm good," he announced, holding his hands up placatingly as he pulled himself into a seated position, still breaking into fits of giggling every few seconds, "I'm good!"

"Wow," Izzy appeared from behind the stump Wally had been leaning on, completely energized to the point where some of the contestants suspected she had managed to smuggle caffeine onto the island. "That sounded funny! What was the joke?"

"Long story," Wally chuckled, wiping the tears of mirth from his eyes as the cast still eyed him warily.

"No dice," the girl denied, shaking her head vigorously, "Izzy wants to know the joke."

Wally grinned up at her, "My friend's a dick."

"Ha!" Izzy laughed merrily, before sobering instantaneously and turning bluntly confused, "I don't get it."

"Are you sure that you're alright?" Bridgette offered, Geoff and DJ sharing in her concern as various others watched on with interest.

"I'm fine," he assured the crowd cheerfully, "But you're right, Bridge. My friend is such a dick. The biggest dick in the history the world. In fact, until I get back home and kill him, I'm going to call him Dick."

"Oooo-kay?" Bridgette said carefully, still unable to find the hilarity of the situation.

Confessional Can

"You hear that, Artemis?" Wally cheered into the camera, shaking with barely repressed laughter, "From now on, Rob's name is Dick. Remember that!"

"Hmm," Chris mused, "The censors are not going to be happy about that..."

Pondering silently on the quandary, Chris soon shrugged. "Oh well, not my job to deal with them."

Awake-A-Thon: 7 Hours in

It had taken a while, but people eventually stopped looking at Wally like he was completely insane. Mostly because he had sobered up right around the time Ezekiel had casually commented that he had expected one of the girls to crack first.

"Dude," Wally winced, watching powerlessly as Bridgette, Eva, Izzy, Gwen, and now even Courtney cornered the homeschooled kid.

"Been nice knowing him," Geoff commented absently.

"He will be missed," DJ agreed halfheartedly.

"Homeschool, we hardly knew ye," Tyler saluted.

"This'll be good," Duncan grinned.

Awake-A-Thon: 7 Hours, 2 Minutes in

Ezekiel was now knocked solidly unconscious, technically disqualifying him from the competition, the girls now focussing their collective gaze on the remaining boys.

"We're going to sleep," Bridgette informed them coldly, "Now."

"But, Bridge," Geoff reminded her, "We'll totally lose the challenge."

"We know," Eva hissed.

"And we'll have to vote someone off," DJ said confusedly.

"Exactly," Gwen stated harshly.

Duncan looked as though he might want to argue, as did Wally, but both were savvy enough not to try and argue against the ladies. Ezekiel was leaving the island and nothing that they did was going to change that fact. They simply lay themselves down and closed their eyes, allowing sleep to claim them as quickly as possible.

Awake-A-Thon: 7 Hours, 41 Minutes In

Chris watched patiently as the final Killer Bass, Tyler, finally succumbed to both the ladies' orders and his own desire to sleep, loudly proclaiming to the remaining team, who had yet to lose even a single member.

"Screaming Gophers are the winners!" He cheered, "Killer Bass..."

The host paused for a moment, noticing a small flaw in his plan before he simply shrugged and turned away, "Someone come and get me when they start to wake up and we'll do the Campfire Ceremony."

The Bass snored on peacefully.

Six hours later and the Killer Bass were finally starting to stir. Eva, the first to awaken, was informed of the team's loss, accepting it with a vicious grin as she went around kicking her various teammates awake, dragging them along with her to the campfire site for the elimination.

Wally, still half asleep, stumbled along gracelessly, he and Geoff leaning against each other in order to support their sleep deprived bodies, DJ carefully walking behind them, ready to catch either of them should they fall.

"Okay," Chris greeted them with none of his usual aplomb, "You guys weren't the only one to lose out on sleep, so let's get this over with."

Pointing to the Confessional Can, their host quickly explained the process of announcing their votes to the audience as they placed them into the ballot box, before grumpily walking off to get himself some coffee and a bag of marshmallows.

When they regrouped a few minutes later, Chris was once again wide awake for the cameras, knowing with certainty that the Campfire Ceremony would be aired and not content to look anything less than his best.

"Okay," he said, clapping his hands together with renewed vigor, "Here's how it works. Before us, I have just 10 marshmallows. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. Whoever does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and leave Camp Wawanakwa forever!"

The Killer Bass, as one, shared a single glance, knowing with certainty who would be leaving. After all, though the girls didn't quite hold the majority, the guys weren't unified, and most of them had voted for Ezekiel out of a simple desire for group cohesiveness anyway.

"Sorry Zeke," Chris grinned with false sympathy when he handed off the final marshmallow to Izzy, "But it's Loserville for you, eh."

"Bummer..." Ezekiel sighed in resignation, "Eh."

A few hours after the Killer Bass's first elimination, DJ finally caught up to Wally on his way to the main lodge for a meal.

"Hey, man," the larger boy greeted, "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure," Wally agreed reluctantly, giving a quick glance to the lodge where he knew food was waiting for him, "What's up?"

"I just wanted to ask if you were all right," DJ told him, "I mean, you were kinda nutty in that last challenge. Nuttier than Izzy even."

"Oh, that," Wally grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, I get kinda whacked out when I haven't had any sleep and my blood sugar gets a little low. Plus, the whole 'Dick' thing's part of this running joke I've got going on with my buddy back home. Hearing Bridgette call him that... I went a little crazy, y'know?"

"Yeah," DJ seemed not entirely convinced, "So, are you sure you're gonna be okay? A few of us were pretty worried, man."

"So long as I get enough sleep and a decent meal, I should be fine," Wally smiled genially.

"Well, if you're sure," DJ took that as his cue to leave, heading back up to the Killer Bass cabin rather than suffer through more of Chef's cooking, "I'll see you later then."

"See ya," Wally waved, turning back to his pursuit of food before he was stopped again, this time by Izzy appearing from the shadows of twilight.

"Izzy doesn't buy it," she said, standing her ground staunchly between Wally and the main lodge. "'Fess up."

"Hmm?" Wally played dumb.

"Tell Izzy why you were laughing," she ordered, "Or Izzy will tell the team that you're still acting crazy."

"Crazier than you?" He raised an eyebrow disbelievingly.

"If Izzy didn't act crazy, that would be crazy," Izzy justified, "Wally acting crazy is something to be wary of."

"Alright," Wally shrugged, before eyeing their surroundings carefully for cameras, "You really wanna know the joke? Lean in close 'cause I don't want the whole world to hear this."

Izzy smirked manically, turning her head and bringing her ear as close to Wally's lips as she could manage.

"My friend's real name is Richard," he whispered quietly, "So he's actually called..."

"Dick!" Izzy finished, laughing loudly as she turned back to face Wally, making no move to step away from him, "That is pretty funny. Izzy excuses you, but is disappointed that your insanity was not genuine."

"Good," Wally grinned, as he carefully maneuvered the crazy girl so that she was now facing the main lodge and started walking the two of them in that direction, "Now, I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

In a studio not far from the red heads' position, Chris Mclean turned away from the screen which had just displayed their discussion, though Wally's whispering had not been caught (though not through lack of trying) by the microphone, facing the camera as he began to speak.

"Well now, what was that all about?" He queried to the audience, "Is Izzy making her move on Wally? Will Wally remain faithful to his girlfriend back home? And what is the story behind his mysterious friend, known only as 'Dick'? Find out next time (maybe) here on Total! Drama! Island!"