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After a short break, Chris McLean continued with the introduction of the special guest. "Now, without further ado, I present to you, our special guest..."

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"Harold!"

Chef popped the crate open, causing it to collapse around a tall, lanky teen in a ninja's outfit. Harold tapped his foot and began to bob his head to a rhythm. The teen spun around, removing his ninjas outfit and revealing a stylish camouflage jumpsuit.

Harold moonwalked out of the crate and began to beat-box to his beat. Then he began to rap. This automatically upset the host.

"From the H to the A to the R to the O to the-"

"Can it!" shouted an annoyed Chris. "What did I say about rapping?"

"You can't squander my mad skills, Chris. I'm unstoppable."

"Whatever. But I only brought you here to assist in setting up today's challenge, not to annoy the crap out of everyone."

The campers watched as the exchange between Chris and the nerd continued.

"Gosh, you're holding me back. How can I be famous again if I can't show off my talents."

"Look Harold, you got to be a ninja. I figured that you'd be happy with that."

"Yeah, off screen!"

"It's implied! Now, can we please get on with the challenge?"

"Fine, but this show will crash and burn without my mad skills."

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Noah: "I'm enjoying this more than I should."

Justin: "I hate to see a fellow Drama Brother fall from glory, but he is somewhat pestering at times."

Sammy: "Harold was the smart one, right?"

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"Mad skills or not, this show is destined for greatness. You on the other hand, need to make this cameo work. Don't you agree?"

"Fine," Harold admitted. "Idiot," coughed the nerd under his breath.

Chris snapped his fingers to direct all attention to his instructions. "Now, Harold is the reason that Staci and Ethan are tied to these posts. Harold, take it away."

The lanky geek flashed a grin and added depth to his voice. "Yes, it was I, the great Harold McGrady, who captured your allies. Now, you must get them back, using your battlefield wits."

Anne Maria stepped forward in rage. "So it was you who took my hair spray! I knew someone took it, and you fit the bill perfectly."

"Hey, I didnt take your can! I just used my ninja skills that I learned from Ninja Steve's Ninja Camp to break into your cabin and take the new guy."

"You broke into our cabin," said Sammy. "While I was sleeping!"

Harold retorted, "You should feel honored to deceived by me. I'm just that awesome."

"Back on track, Harold!" said Chris.

"As I was saying," said the dweeb as he glared at Samantha. "Using my lock-picking skills, ninja skills, and chloroform skills, I managed to kidnap both members of the teams, which leads to today's challenge...capture the flag!"

"Seriously, chloroform!" yelled Sammy. "What are you, a hit man?"

"You could say that."

Chris interrupted. "And I can say that it's time to move on!" The host turned Chef. "Chef, fetch the weapons, will you."

As Chef walked into the forest, Harold pumped his annoyance up to eleven. "Chris, how am I not an underdog. You brought in those newbs, but completely ignore the biggest underdog of them all."

"It was an executive decision. The team just thought that you would be too much of a fan favorite."

Chef walked out of the woods with a large crate on his shoulders. The faint sound of rattling could be heard coming from inside the wooden box.

B took out his blackboard and sketched a picture of a gun. Chris nodded towards the silent genius, causing Dawn to sniffle. B patted her on the shoulder with a smile.

Chef dropped the box of equipment and popped it open with a crowbar. Chris said, "Alright, Harold. It's your time to shine."

The dweeb reached into the crate and pulled out a three foot long, green rifle. "Can anyone tell me what this is?" He asked in an authoritative tone.

"A gun?" asked an unimpressed Noah.

"Correct my pupil, but what type of gun is it?" Harold replied.

Brick stepped up. "It's a rifle."

"True, but what does it shoot?"

Brick remained silently confused. "Bullets?" He asked nervously.

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Noah: "Why is he walking us through this? I know this is a half-hour show, but it isn't Reading Rainbow."

Brick: "As a military cadet, I have mastered every aspect of warfare, including aiming, loading, shooting, and best of all, leading."

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"And what's in the bullets?" pressured Harold.

"Paint!" shouted Jordan in excitement.

"Close," said Harold. "It's sleeping powder!"

Chef pulled out a smaller crate from the box as the campers nervously murmured among themselves. The brawny cook opened the lid of the crate and pulled out a handful of small, pink balls.

"Are those...tranq-balls?" asked Jordan. "From World Tour?"

"Yes, and they're very potent," hissed Harold. "Merely inhaling the dust of these balls is enough to paralyze a horse...no an elephant!"

"Oh yeah!" squealed Brick. "This is right up my alley."

"Mine too," added Sammy. "I go hunting all the time back home."

"So, we won't be killing anything?" sniffled Dawn in hope.

"Even better," Harold told the aura reader. "You'll be knocking each other out cold in the heat of battle!"

"So, how do we win the challenge, and exactly how do Ethan and Staci fit in?" asked Noah in confusion. "You spent so much time blabbering that we learned nothing other than what's in the balls."

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Jordan: *Snickers* "Balls."

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"Well my young padawan," answered Harold. "All you have to do is take back your hostage or defeat all your enemies."

"So," asked Noah. "It's just capture-the-flag, but more dangerous?"

"Precisely," responded the dweeb.

Chris entered the conversation. "Great job, Harold. But it looks like you're done for today."

"What, but I didn't even get go show off my mad skills."

"Yeah, life's hard," retorted the host. "Chef's going to escort you to the cliff side. That's where your ride is." The host laughed statistically.

Chef grabbed the nerd by the back of his camouflage jumpsuit and carried him off into the forest.

"For once," said Noah. "I'm glad you were here. He was really starting to get old."

"All in a day's work for yours truly," replied Chris with a grin. "Now that you all know the rules, it's time to get this game started. But first, a have a few last minute details to add. First of all, the winning team gets to choose from three prizes that will be available after the challenge. But the losing team will vote off a player. However, the loser with the most kills gets a special prize at elimination."

Confessional

Sammy: "It's obviously immunity at the vote, and I want it."

Eva: "Those deadbeats better stay out of my way during this challenge. I want that prize, and no one's gonna stop me from taking it!"

End Confessional

Chris continued. "I was going to ask for questions, but then I decided against it, so come up and get your hostages and weapons. It's war!"

"Hold it, host!" shouted Jordan. "They have seven players to our six. That's not fair."

"Well I'm not the one that lost last night, am I? No more interruptions."

Both teams ran up to their crates and picked out the boxes of ammo. However, it was rather difficult for the Llamas to work together, again.

"So," asked Sammy. "Who's gonna carry the hostage?"

"Not me," said Justin. "I don't want any strain on these perfect arms."

Sammy got assertive and said, "Did I ask you? I knew that your lazy was wouldn't be up to the task."

"Eva could do it," said the model. "Ask her."

"I don't think so. There is no way that I'm asking her to do something. And the same goes for Brick."

The Foxes were getting things done quickly. Jordan lifted Ethan and the pole he was tied to into the air. Tyler could barely hold on to the wide chest full of ammunition, so B helped him carry the load. Brick noticed this however, and decided to make some drastic changes to his team.

"Alright men...and ladies. We have to keep our team strong, so here's what we're doing. Eva, grab Staci. Samantha, take the bullets. Everyone else, get your weapons. This is war!"

The Llamas did as the cadet said, as anyone who disobeyed his wishes would most likely receive a lecture on teamwork.

Both teams entered the woods on different sides of the beach and set off to make a base camp.

The Foxes reached a small clearing and stopped to rest.

"We could set up here," said Jordan enthusiastically. "We could set a trap."

B nodded and pulled out his blackboard.

As B drew up a plan, Katie and Dawn grabbed their paintball guns. Dawn sighed. "Do I have to use this?"

"If you want to avoid elimination," stated Noah. "We can't afford to lose another player."

Jordan stuck the pole with the hostage on it into the ground and pounded it into the soft soil. "He's right. You can't slack off because of your principles."

"I can't just abandon my principles," pleaded Dawn.

"You don't have to," bragged Tyler. "I'll crush those Llamas in no time."

"Have you ever shot a gun before?" asked Katie in confusion.

"No, but I have awesome coordination."

"Wait, has anyone here ever shot a gun?" asked Noah.

"I've shot a bow before," bragged Jordan.

"Great, Cupid. That's exactly what we need," quipped the bookworm.

"Well, have you ever shot a gun?" Katie asked Noah.

"Once, but the scope hit me in the eye."

Jordan laughed, earning him an angry glare from the brainiac.

"Look," Dawn said with excitement. "B has a plan."

The team fathered around the genius and stared down at his blackboard. On the board was a map of the clearing and the surrounding woods. In the clearing was an X with a small dot located on the treeline. The silent genius pointed at the restrained hostage and then the X.

"So," concluded Jordan. "We put it in the center of the clearing and wait for the other team."

B shook his head and drew a large "one" in the soil by his feet.

"Okay...," replied a confused Jordan.

Confessional

Jordan: "B is smart and all, but it's hard to work with a guy who won't talk."

B: *Draws a question mark and shrugs*

End Confessional

Dawn spoke up. "Wait, only one of us stays behind?"

B smiled and nodded in confirmation.

"But who stays behind?" asked Katie.

"I'll do it!" gloated Jordan. "You should always keep your best player out of the main game."

"Why do you get to do it?" asked Noah. "What qualifies you as the strongest player?"

"Is it not obvious, Noah. I have the best coordination out of all of us. I play golf."

"Well," explained Noah. "That means that you should be in the heat of battle."

Jordan sneered. "Why don't we vote? All who think I should stay and guard the hostage, say so now."

Tyler, Katie, B, and Jordan himself raised their hands.

"Good, then it looks like I win," gloated the athlete. "Sorry buddy."

"Fine, but how will the other five work?"

"Easy," said Dawn. "We should split into two groups."

"I'll go with that," admitted the brainiac.

"Then it's decided," said Tyler. "I'll go with you and Dawn, while B goes with Katie."

"Me and...Dawn?" asked the bookworm. "We don't really see eye to eye."

"Don't worry," said Dawn calmly. "I won't pressure you."

"Good, now let's go kick some Llama tail!" shouted Jordan.

The Foxes' hands met in the center of their group. With a flash, they lifted them into the air. "Go Foxes!"

As the Llamas entered a small ravine, Brick stopped the group.

"Alright squad, this is the place!"

Sammy immediately argued against the cadet's reasoning.

"Dude, we're totally exposed from above. What if they shoot down on us?"

"Like the Foxes could find this place," snarled Brick. "It's perfect."

The cadet grabbed Staci away from Eva and let her fall to the ground. The liar groaned, but didn't speak. Brick pushed Staci into a cubby-hole on the side of the ravine and smiled in satisfaction.

"See, no one will find her if she stays quiet."

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Sammy: *Slaps forehead and groans in disappointment*

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"As if that'll work," complained Sammy. "Let me make the decisions around here today."

"What qualifies you?" asked the peeved cadet.

"Her looks, for one," answered Justin. "Leave this to the beautiful people."

Brick glared at Justin. "Sir, I don't suppose that you and your partner will participate in the challenge?"

"Don't worry," said Anne Maria. "Me and "hot stuff" will make sure that fatty over there stays put."

"See Brick," bragged Sammy. "You have no power."

"But...I'm team captain!" whined Brick.

"This is a team," sighed Sammy. "Having a captain destroys the purpose of a team."

"But without a team captain, the team has no one to follow."

Sammy paused with Brick giving her a glare. "I follow myself."

The cadet gasped and fell to the ground.

"Oh, get up you big baby," said Sammy. "We have a challenge to win."

Brick remained on the ground, silent.

"Fine, have it your way," she continued. "Alright everyone, grab your supplies and head out...wait!"

The team turned back and Sadie asked, "What's wrong?"

"Where's Eva?" rhetorically asked the gymnast. "Did she run off again?"

Dakota answered. "She said that she needed to take a leak."

"And how long ago was that?"

"Ten minutes...give or take."

"Great, just great," groaned Sammy. "Just when it couldn't get any worse."

Confessional

Sammy: "As much as I hate Eva, she was our only hope in a challenge like this."

Dakota: "I don't think that losing Eva is a big problem. She can take care of herself."

Eva: "If those dirtbags think that they can tell me what to do, then they have another thing coming!"

End Confessional

"Wait?" asked Sadie. "How should we do this?"

"What do you mean?" replied Sammy.

"Do we split up, or do we hunt in a group?"

"Split up, definitely," replied the athlete confidently.

Brick stood up and tried to take control, but was caught by Sammy's death stare. "Sure," said the cadet.

Confessional

Sadie: "Oh my God, Samantha is such a good leader. She doesn't even explain anything and waste time."

Brick: "This is all wrong. The code requires me to help my team, but how can I rightfully help a group of unruly savages."

End Confessional

"Alright everyone," chanted Sammy. "Lets go get our nerd back!"

As the teams split up to search for their missing teammates, the Foxes became more focused on conversations than the game at hand.

"Yeah," bragged Tyler to Dawn and Noah. "When we find those Llamas, they'll never know what hit them."

"Good," quipped Noah. "Now how about piping it down before they find us."

"Don't worry," assured Dawn. "The forest says that the distance between our enemies and ourselves in quite large."

"Great," retorted Noah. "Ask it where the restaurant is, because I'm starving. That gruel was totally unfilling."

"You're just hungry because you fell asleep and Jordan took your breakfast," said the fail-prone jock.

"Honestly, I'd rather starve than eat more of that gruel," the bookworm admitted.

"True," said Dawn. "It was pretty revolting."

Tyler sighed. "Yeah, you know what else is revolting?"

"The fact that your significant other intentionally voted herself off of the show on the first day?" Dawn said.

"How did you know?" Tyler gasped.

"Dude," said Noah sarcastically. "It's a reality show. I watched it online back in September."

"Oh yeah, right."

Confessional

Tyler: "Ever since season five started, Lindsay and I haven't been as close as we were in the first three seasons. I'm glad she survived the last finale, but she kind of got dum...uh, I mean less aware."

Noah: "I'm on a team of oddballs. Tyler's nice, but he's lacking in the mental department, Dawn and B are just plain impossible to work with, Staci never shuts up, and Jordan overreacts to everything. This is definitely an underdog team."

End Confessional

"Well," said Dawn. "As long as you value her for who she is, then you'll never go wrong with love."

"What do you know about love?" quipped Noah.

"More than you think," replied the moonchild. "I may have never found love, but my abilities can pick up on the smallest traces of it in others."

"Cool," said Noah sarcastically.

Brick was pacing back and forth on the edge of the ravine, confused about what his plan should be. "No," he muttered. "That won't work. I can't work alone."

"Hey," said Justin from below. "Keep it down. I'm kinda busy."

"Yeah, with your lips!" replied the angered cadet.

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Justin: "Brick is too serious. He needs to lighten up and find someone to love him. Of course, Anne Maria is my paw...uh, I mean girlfriend. Yeah, girlfriend."

Anne Maria: "Brick is a total sweetheart when he's not in da' pilots seat. Once he gets control, he ain't coming out."

End Confessional

"We don't care," snarled Anne Maria.

Brick became even more peeved. "Pick up your guns immediately. What if someone comes and finds you?"

"Then you'll take care of them," said Justin.

"I don't think so, I have to go show my team who's in control! Now get up and work."

Justin stood up. "I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice." The male model gripped his shirt and ripped it off, superman-style. "Bask in my glory."

Anne Maria began swooning and shaking. The Jersey girl fell to the ground with a thud. Brick looked on in confusion and disgust.

"What is that supposed do?" Brick asked uneasily. "I'm not into guys...in that way."

"Alright, if this won't work, then maybe..." Justin began to move his pectoral muscles and grin handsomely. Brick gagged and admitted defeat.

"Alright, I'll leave. Just...stop doing that!" The cadet grabbed his gun and a handful of ammo and dashed into the forest, leaving Justin and Anne Maria to do whatever they wanted without interference.

Sammy had decided to go alone, but soon rethought her plan.

"I need a plan, or an alliance," she thought to herself.

Confessional

Sammy: "I need an alliance. Being new means that I have a huge target on my back. But who should I trust."

End Confessional

Suddenly, the farm girl heard rapid footsteps coming towards her from the thick bushes. She propped up her gun on the trunk of a tree and waited. The footsteps grew closer and Sammy began to shake in anticipation.

When the shadow emerged from the woods, Sammy jumped out and screamed. "Freeze!"

"No wait, friendly fire!" said the camper.

"Dakota!" said a shocked Sammy. "Sorry, I thought you were a Fox."

"I didn't even see you. You hid yourself well."

"Thanks, but I think it would be better to work together from now on. I have something that I need to get off of my chest."

"Sure," agreed Dakota. "Let me rest first."

Sam and Dakota sat down in a thicket and whispered to each other.

"I have an idea," said the gymnast.

"What's in mind?" asked Dakota curiously.

"I need to know if you would join me in tonight's vote, if we lose of course."

Dakota smiled. "You bet it, but who should we vote for?"

Sammy smiled back. "Eva."

Dakota seemed cautious about voting off the female bully. "Are you sure? If she gets voted off, and finds out that we did it, she'll be fuming."

"She won't have anyone to pinpoint, you'll see."

B and Katie were walking in awkward silence.

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"So," said Katie.

B looked down towards the smaller BFFF.

"You don't talk...ever?"

B shook his head in agreement.

"That's so sad. You probably don't have any friends."

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"Sadie and I can be your friends."

The silent genius raised an eyebrow.

"Don't worry. Even though we're on different teams, we can still chat at breakfast, and challenges, and eliminations, and whenever."

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"Why don't you talk. Are you one of those people without a voice box? Do you have a frog in your throat?"

Confessional

B: *Pulls out blackboard* "Seriously."

End Confessional

"Or is it because you don't like talking?"

B shook his head and continued listening to the forest.

"Do you just not have anything to say, because my mom always said that-"

B grabbed the BFFF in a panic and pulled her into a bush. The pair heard a faint conversation that was growing closer by the second. Katie held her breath while B raised his paintball gun and loaded a ball.

Suddenly, the noise stopped completely. B kept his rifle on his shoulder as he stood up and squinted his eyes to get a better look around.

Katie opened her mouth and asked, "What is-"

B put a finger to her lip and closed his eyes, taking in the sounds of the forest.

Out of the blue, the duo heard a large crack coming from the tree above them. B raised his gun, but was nailed in the cheek with a tranquilizer ball. The ball exploded, knocking the silent genius unconscious. Katie breathed in some of the dust and felt her eyes slam shut, but not before looking up to a green-clad figure perched high in the oak tree above them.

Chris came on the loudspeaker. "That's two down for the Foxes. The score is seven to four, Llamas!"

Jordan, who had decided to take a small nap, was shaken awake by Chris' announcement.

"Crap!" he thought to himself.

"As if we didn't have a disadvantage before!" said Noah under his breath.

"Don't worry," said Dawn. It's not that bad."

"Yeah," agreed Tyler. "There are still four of us to beat."

"And seven of them!" whispered Noah harshly. "If we lose, I'll-"

"Quiet!" whispered Dawn. "Someone's close."

The moonchild pointed to the west. Tyler and Noah gazed over in that direction with their guns ready. Surely enough, someone walked out of the brush.

Tyler jumped up with his rifle in hand. "Freeze, cadet!"

Brick dropped his gun and collapsed to the ground in fear. "Please, just leave me be."

Noah stood up. "Meh," he cloaked. With a single ball, Noah put Brick fast asleep on the ground with his face buried in the mud.

"That's a kill for the Foxes!" came Chris again. "The score is six to four, Llamas!"

As Chris updated the score, Sammy and Dakota had found Sadie, who was eagerly looking for her BFFF. When Sadie had told Sammy about her plan of attack, Sammy threatened to shoot her. Since that moment, the three girls had been conversing about the game.

"So, then it's decided," asked Sammy. "We all vote for Eva, correct."

"Oh, definitely," replied Sadie. "She's really scary."

"You don't have to tell me twice," added Dakota. The bald fame-monger flipped a branch out of her way. The limb flipped Sadie in the face, causing her to scream.

"Shut it," demanded the farm girl. "You'll let them know we're here."

"Did you guys hear that?" asked Noah.

"Clear as day," affirmed Dawn.

"Let's go," said Tyler. "That sounded close."

"But she hit me with that branch!" said angered Sadie.

"It was an accident, I swear," pleaded Dakota. "Now shut up, please."

"We are so done as BFFF's!" snarled Sadie.

"We were never BFFF's," argued Dakota.

Sadie gasped. "Take that back, you pig."

"I'm the pig!" said Dakota in defense. "Look in the mirror."

Confessional

Dakota: "I did not mean that, I swear!"

End Confessional

Sadie gasped again and lunged at Dakota. The former mutant fell backwards with the large BFFF on top of her. Sammy grabbed Sadie and tried to pull her off of Dakota.

"Cut it out!" She screamed. "Do you want to get shot!"

As if on cue, a sarcastic voice witfully spoke from the bushes. "Like this!"

Noah and Tyler opened fire on the trio of girls. Sammy reached for her gun and rolled out of the carnage. She whipped her rifle into the air and fired at Tyler, who was watching the action from in between the boys, pushed Tyler out of the ways of the pink ball, which exploded on a tree behind the group.

Noah used his legs to launch himself behind a bush to reload as Tyler reciprocated Sammy's attack. The jock launched another ball at the athlete, who deflected it with a swing from her gun.

The farm girl brought her shirt up to cover her mouth and nose. This gave Tyler a chance to leap out of the brush and tackle her. With both athletes on the ground, Noah was the only one with a gun in hand, as Dawn was too fearful of using hers.

Tyler got Samantha in a hold and held her down to the ground.

"No one escapes these fingers, lady. Now, shoot her."

Noah lifted his gun. "Dude, get out of there. You go down as well!"

Sammy got control of her left leg and kneed Tyler in the crotch, causing the jock to roll over. The farm girl reached for her gun, but Noah was faster with his trigger.

The ball exploded on Samantha's chest. The pink dust flew into her face, instantly knocking her out. Tyler managed to escape the dust and barely stand.

Chris' voice rang again. "After a mighty battle, the score is now four to three, Foxes!"

Noah and Dawn cheered. "Yes!"

Tyler waddled up the duo and raised his fist. "Yeah, Foxes!" The jock groaned and collapsed out of pain.

"Make that three to three! Heh he!" Chris snorted.

"Poor Tyler," cooed Dawn. "He was so brave."

"We can mourn him later, but first let's see who's left," said Noah.

"You took out Brick."

"And Sam. Then there's Sadie and the monster chick..."

Dawn gasped. "Eva!"

"And anti-me and his little girlfriend too!"

"But," asked Dawn. "Where is their camp? This forest is too thick to see through from any angle."

"They might be on their way to get Ethan back, but I doubt Justin and the can of paint would be willing to try. The biggest problem is Eva."

Confessional

Noah: "I respect Eva, and she respects me. But that doesn't mean that she's willing to throw up the white flag if we meet in the field of battle."

End Confessional

"Well," said Dawn. "We need to get moving. We need to take the lead."

"Exactly," replied Noah.

Back at the Foxes' base camp, Ethan was still knocked out on his pole. Jordan was alert as possible.

Confessional

Jordan: "With an even score, I need to be on my guard. It's only a matter of time before someone finds their little hostage. And when they do, I'll be ready to take them down."

End Confessional

The sun was hot, and Jordan's camo jacket was burning him to a crisp. The golf fanatic peered above the thicket he was hiding behind and looked around the edge of the clearing.

"I must be hearing things."

Jordan unzipped his jacket and slowly took it off. He set it on the ground next to the team's crate of tranquilizer balls. When he sat up and propped his gun up on a forked branch, he heard a small rustle in the trees above him.

The jock casually gazed up to see a large shape in the branch above him. In shock, Jordan grabbed his jacket and blocked the oncoming ball. He grabbed his gun and shot at the shadow in the tree.

With a large leap, the shadow fell to the ground in the clearing. Jordan raised his gun, but the mysterious hunter grabbed the muzzle and yanked Jordan out of his hiding spot. He looked up to see a mud coated face.

"Hey, mouthbreather!" taunted Eva. "Looks like we meet again.

Jordan let out a feminine scream and kicked Eva in the shin. The golfer pulled his gun away from Eva, now reeling in discomfort instead of pain.

"Surprise, ya' bit-"

Jordan pulled the trigger and his heart stopped. Nothing fired out of his rifle.

Confessional

Jordan: "Okay, so maybe I forgot to load my gun."

Eva: "What an amateur."

End Confessional

Eva smiled and raised her gun to Jordan's head. In response, Jordan thought fast and turned his back to the shot. The powder spread through the air when the ball made contact, but Jordan had his nose and mouth closed tight.

Jordan turned back and brought his gun down on Eva's thick skull. But Eva, being Eva, managed to grab the gun at the last minute.

With her own gun in her free hand, Eva raised it up to Jordan's chest. The jock saw Eva's plan and kicked the rifle away.

Eva growled and pushed Jordan into the bushes where he had left his jacket and his crate of ammo.

The female bully picked up her gun and checked the chamber for balls. With two balls left to shoot, Eva stormed over to the bushes and smashed them aside.

Eva gasped. Instead of cowering in fear or running into the woods, Jordan had done the unexpected. The athlete had lifted his crate of tranquilizer balls above his head. Eva tried bum rushing the golfer, but Jordan flung the box at close range.

The crate smashed into Eva, crushing a large number of balls and releasing a cloud of pink dust. Jordan smiled and fell to the ground as the dust surrounded him. When the dust cleared, both titans were asleep on the ground.

"The score is tighter than ever with two on two!" boomed Chris. "This is the big moment people."

"What?" asked Justin in shock. "We're the last two on our team!"

"Don't worry baby, they'll never find our hiding spot," assured Anne Maria.

"We'll never find them at this rate," said Noah. "We don't even know if that was Eva who got taken out."

"It was," assured Dawn. "Justin and Anne Maria would never split up. Well, not Anne Maria anyways."

"What do you mean by that?" asked a puzzled Noah.

"Justin's just using her to get further in the game. It's all in his aura."

"That's Justin for you. Always trying to woo women with his otherworldly powers."

The pair reached a small ravine. It went down about seven feet and was ten feet wide. Noah 's sharp eye caught an irregularity in the mud.

"Hold on, isn't that a footprint down there." The bookworm pointed down towards the indentation.

"It is," replied Dawn with enthusiasm. "And there's more over there."

Noah followed the aura reader's hand and confirmed her sighting.

"Alright, anti-me, here we come," grinned Noah. "Lets get down there."

Dawn sighed in agreement. "This aura is strong with this place."

As Dawn and Noah climbed down into the ravine, Justin and Anne Maria were preparing for battle.

"Oh baby, that gun looks so great with your eyes," squealed the Jersey girl in delight.

Justin chuckled. "Yeah, it does, doesn't it."

"I wonder what else it goes good with?" purred Anne Maria.

Justin gulped. "A lot of stuff," he said nervously.

"Like maybe ya' shirt, huh?"

"Again? I already go through those things like toilet paper. I only have a few left."

"Well, with the money, ya' can buy a million shirts."

"And let me guess..."

"Take it off!"

Justin mustered up his courage. "Look Annie, I know we are a perfect pair, but maybe we should focus on-"

Suddenly, a massive cloud of pink smoke surrounded Anne Maria, forcing Justin to back into a small crack in the wall of the ravine with his gun in hand.

Anne Maria fell to the ground, and Justin heard the unmistakable sound of sarcasm. "Bullseye, now let's get the one I was aiming for."

Justin rolled out of his hiding place and pulled up his hostage pole. Noah turned and shot in that direction, but his shot was blocked by Staci's flailing body.

"Dawn, grab your gun!" commanded Noah.

Dawn looked down at her feet and saw her rifle laying in the mud.

Justin leaned away from the pole and whipped out his gun. "Sorry egghead. The sarcasm stops here," he snorted.

Noah dove into the ground and dodged Justin's shot. Dawn ducked behind a curve in the wall and left her gun in the mud. Justin dropped Staci and grabbed Noah by the arm, effectively turning him into a human shield.

"Dawn," said Noah in panic. "Shoot him...Dawn?" The moonchild was nowhere to be found.

"Looks like she bailed," taunted the model. "Too bad that you'll be going home tonight. Elimination by injury." Justin began to twist Noah's arm until he let out a feminine scream.

Justin let Noah's arm relax and then twisted it again. "Just one little sprain, and then-"

Suddenly, a ball came out of nowhere and exploded on Noah 's chest. Soon, the bookworm was asleep. Justin let the dust clear and saw Dawn nervously holding her rifle in the air.

"I know what you plan on doing," she cloaked. "I don't like it."

"Well, then what can you do?"

"This!" Dawn pulled her trigger again, launching a ball into Justin's eye. The ball didn't explode, but Justin's panic did.

"My good eye, I'm ruined!" The eye candy screamed covered his eyes and fell into the muddy wall of the ravine.

Dawn shot another shot and Justin was relieved of his misery.

Chris came back on the loudspeaker and said in shock, "I can't believe it... Dawn and the Foxes of Failure have won!"

Both hostages had been returned to their respective teams unharmed, albeit a little groggy.

Staci immediately began talking about how her uncle had invented chloroform while her team tried to ignore her by giving praise to Dawn.

The Llamas were a little more heated.

"What a pathetic performance," complained Eva. "Seriously, you got taken out by Noah and Dawn!"

"Well, I didn't go AWOL," said Justin.

"Yeah, Eva," said Sammy. "You have no room to talk."

Brick entered the group as they sat under the large tree where the Foxes had slept the night before. "Team, I think it's time for a meeting," said the cadet officiously.

Justin and Anne Maria glared at the cadet in disdain, as did the rest of the team.

"No, Brick," said Sammy. "We don't need a meeting. I just want to get this elimination over with and win tomorrows challenge."

"But the team is out-"

"I don't give a crap about whether or not you think the team needs help. You're not helping us at all. You just sit back and boss us around."

The rest of the team watched on as Sam and Brick went off on each other.

The loudspeakers boomed again. "All campers to the bonfire in ten minutes, it's voting time."

Sam gave up her attempt to stand up to Brick's authority and said, "We'll just see how this vote goes."

When both teams arrived at the bonfire, the sun was setting and the bugs were coming out. Justin was nervously looking at his swollen eye in his mirror and pouting. Sam and Eva were avoiding each other like the plague. The rest were just walking, ready to get the night over with, even the Foxes. They wanted to try out their new accommodations.

Chris emerged from the forest with Chef at his side. Next to Chef were three crates, each of a different size.

"Campers, these crates contain the prizes I promised before the challenge. As I said, the winning team will choose first, which I why the Foxes are here. So, pick a box...any box."

The Foxes looked at Dawn in suspense, knowing that her skills would allow her to pick out the best prize.

The moonchild stood up and walked over to the crates.

"Just a heads up," Chris cautioned. "One crate contains nothing, so choose wisely."

Dawn picked up the smallest crate in the stack, measuring about three feet long and six inches tall. She pulled it away from the other crates and carried it back to her team.

"Alright, Foxes," said Chris. "You're all done here. You may leave."

The team left silently, just as Chris had instructed.

When the Foxes had left entirely, Chris started the ceremony.

"Way to lose guys. With players like this, you should have won that one. Heh, he."

"What can I say," said Samantha with a calm and relaxed voice. "We tried. Some of us just weren't team players." The gymnast glanced at Eva.

"Yeah, yeah," retorted Chris. "Excuses. But before we get on with the votes, I have a special reward to give to your M.V.P."

Confessional

Sammy: "Crap! How could I just forget about that!"

End Confessional

Chris continued. "The player with the most kills will receive a special prize, and that player is..."

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The rest of the team, excluding Brick, gasped as Eva grinned in delight.

"Eva, as your reward...all votes against you will be nullified."

Confessional

Sammy: *Slams her head into her hands and sighs* "All that work...for nothing!"

Eva: *Laughs* "Take that, team!"

End Confessional

"I've counted up the votes, and its close," said Chris with a grin. "Only three votes count tonight. Let's hand out some wienies, shall we."

"Eva and Anne Maria, you two are safe." The bully and Jersey girl stood up and walked over to the host to claim their prize.

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"Dakota and Sadie, wienies for you as well." Sadie clapped her hands and claimed her hotdog, as did Dakota.

"Ethan, one for you." The groggy nerd tried getting up, but fell to the ground. "He can have it later," taunted the host.

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"Samantha, you're safe." Sam caught her hotdog as she stood up and walked over to the others.

"Brick, Justin, one of you has spent your last night on this island."

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"Brick..."

Justin jumped for joy. "In your face, brickhead!"

"And by that," finished Chris. "I mean that Brick is safe." Chris chunked the last hotdog at the shocked cadet, accidentally hitting Justin in his other good eye.

"Owww! What? What do you mean he's safe!"

Anne Maria jumped in protest. "I want to know how voted for my baby!"

"I could sit here and argue, but it would be more fun to introduce you to our new elimination device," laughed Chris.

Justin gulped. "New elimination device?"

"Trust me," said Chris. "You'll love it."

The Llamas stood on the cliffside, watching Justin blindly walk up to the Swift-kick-to-the-butt of Shame.

"I can't see it. Where is it? It's it ugly?" panicked Justin.

"Just a little to more to the left..." chuckled Chris. "There!"

The host pushed button on his remote, sending the model flying off into the open lake.

As the rest of the team watched Justin fly, Chris signed off the episode.

"That's two down, and fourteen to go. Without Justin, how will this team stay together? Will they be able to redeem themselves, or will they fail yet again? Find out the answers to these questions and more on the next episode of Total... Drama... Return of the Underdogs!"

The Votes

Eva: "If those cretins think that I'm going home, they have something coming. I vote for Justin."

Sammy: "Eva is outta here!"

Sadie: "Sammy told me to vote for Eva, so that's that."

Ethan: "I don't know...Eva, I guess?"

Dakota: "Definitely Eva."

Justin: "Sam may want me to vote with her, but Brick has been a thorn in my side for too long."

Brick: "Justin, you're too far gone for this team."

Anne Maria: "Eva is such a pain in my side. I vote for her."

End Voting Confessional

The Results

Justin: 2 votes

Brick: 1 vote

Eva: 5 votes (nullified)

Eliminated: Debbie, Justin

Foxes of Failure: B, Dawn, Tyler, Staci, Noah, Katie, Jordan

Llamas of Loserdom: Sadie, Dakota, Samantha, Ethan, Brick, Anne Maria, Eva

~A/N~ Sorry if the if end felt rushed. It was a long write.

Thanks to all of my reviewers. And...Don't forget to review.

Next time...boats!