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Replies to Questions and Comments:
The Dude of Doom - Izzy being an intern? It all depends on how far she gets. We'll all have to see, now won't we? *wicked grin*
Sonowa - *even more wicked grin*
Volvochick - "How did Bridgette get Eva on the horse?" Hehe, sorry, we'll never know.
Imagi - The RCMP get me? Hehehe... they can try. And thanks for the big review!
Bad-to-the-Bone457 - Believe me, I heard. Hehehe...
Tall T - Yeah, the pacing is a lot more slow. Sorry about that.
Mappadouji - ... *nods*
TotalDramaLover - Eeeek! Hey, I didn't vote off Trent, they did! *points at the campers*
ReaperXIII - The prison break challenge will be much further on, when the show becomes a FFA (10 campers left).
Chupacabra Kid - Yes, kitty-kat Bridgette is a must to see, rawr.
hopeless-romatic121 - Thank you! About suggestions, I don't take direct suggestions, but the story does sway sometimes if the majority of reviews seem to request it. Also, when this story finally gets to the Final Five, the audience's opinion will help choose the winner moreso!
TDIfan1 - Oh dear, I cannot let you die! Here, here is the newest chapter!
To Everybody - It's nice to see you all show such sympathy for poor Cody. It's hard to hurt nice people in stories, but life is like that at times. Don't worry, your requests have been taken into consideration:
Ezekiel and Heather will be an official pairing in this fanfic. Scream in joy / horror / for the hell of it, whichever one you want to do.
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And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
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(narrated by Chris Maclean)
Last time on Total Drama Comeback... the campers had to walk their pets through the woods of Wawanakwa Island. And these pets weren't exactly cats and dogs: they were a playful goat, a nervous rat, a large pig, a stupid crocodile, a feisty zebra, and a really violent duck.
The trip was hard on some. Courtney and Gwen started a wild cat fight, Ezekiel was buried by a mudslide, and the goat team had to chase that rascal all over! In the end, Bridgette managed to pull off a wild win, the crocodile team came in a close second, and Heather won third though she left her possible squeeze under a lot of slushy mud!
Courtney, determined to get revenge on Gwen, had Trent voted off the island. Gwen was devastated, but was hurt moreso when she heard Cody had organized having her boyfriend voted off. Cody was probably hurt more when the girl he crushes on most struck him across the face; the most tragic part (even though it brings in ratings) was that Cody wasn't involved in voting off Trent, he didn't even vote for Trent.
The tension is building up in the campers, and it's time for someone's top to blow. Will it be Courtney at Harold, because she has had been at his throat, like, since the beginning of this season? Will it be Gwen at Cody, or will she learn the truth before she hurts him more? Or will it be anyone at Heather, because, well, we all know how much rage she generates in others.
These questions and more will be answer on the most dramatic, heart string tuggin' episode yet of Total... Drama ... COMEBACK!
(cue the theme song, and we're good to go!)
Chapter 27 (Day 09, Part 1) - The Eating at the Crime
(Day 09, late afternoon.)
Harold lay on the crude cot, taking deep breaths with an oxygen mask over his face. He was unconscious, and his body was pale, stiff, and slick with sweat. He looked near death.
Bridgette was seated next to him, her head and shoulders rested on his cot. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and strain. She was asleep, her breathing almost as heavy as Harold's.
Ezekiel was the only other one in the emergency room, looking ragged but pacing in frantic worry. He was stained with vomit, stinking terribly, breathing hard and with bloodshot eyes too.
Eventually, the prairie boy stopped long enough to grab a clean towel Chef had left there. He started to wipe himself off when the tent flap swung open, and he spun around. "Chef?" he asked, desperate for the answer to the question that had sent the cook out of the medical tent in the first place.
But it wasn't Chef. It was actually someone Ezekiel didn't believe at first: Leshawna. Looking frantic, she first saw puke-stained Ezekiel standing there, then her boyfriend lying near-motionless on the cot.
"Oh good gracious," she whimpered, her hands up at her mouth. "Harold?"
"He's resting right now, eh," Ezekiel whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him in desperation, then her face cringed involuntarily when the stench of vomit from him hit her nose. He removed his hand and stepped back.
"Is... is he okay?" Leshawna asked as she kneeled next to her unconscious boyfriend. "Is he going to be okay?"
"We doo'nt know yet," Ezekiel admitted, collapsing in a chair nearby. "We just knoo' he's lucky to be alive, eh."
"What happened? Was it is allergies?"
"Yes, but we doo'nt knoo' what it was exactly yet, eh," the prairie boy said, resting his forehead against his knee.
"But... but who did this?" she said, clenching her fists then covering her eyes as tears spilled.
"We doo'nt knoo' that either, soo'ry," Ezekiel managed to mumble, so tired he was ready to drift off into sleep. "The others are trying to figure this 'oot."
There was silence as Leshawna stared at Harold, taking his hand into her's. "Zeke man," she whispered, "can you tell me what happened?"
"Everything?" he asked, sounding zonked and struggling to stay awake.
"I want to know what happened. Please."
"Well... you should knoo' that he's only alive now because of Bridgette, eh," he said, looking up weakly. "She reacted first when he started to convulse from the allergic reaction, eh.
"The day started off pretty well, he was fine with us. In fact, the one who was off worse was Cody..."
(Day 09, early morning.)
Ezekiel let out a sharp cry as a heavy body slammed into him, knocking him to the ground and the wind out of him. The football was knocked from his hands.
"Woohoo," Duncan shouted, pumping his fists in the air. "That was an incredible tackle, Tyler!"
"Compression fracture," Ezekiel whimpered, managing to chuckle. Tyler, laughing in victory, helped lift the prairie boy back up on his feet. Ezekiel looked over at the goal line (marked with the remaining oatmeal breakfast, which acted as a white paste well enough), and he groaned as he saw he was only a few feet away.
"Way to go, Tyler," Eva congratulated her fellow athlete, and high-fived him. When she turned away, he gripped his hand in pain; Eva's high-fives were as harsh as her tackles.
The teenagers had started a game of tackle football, just to pass the time. The teams were Tyler, Eva, Duncan, Gwen, and Courtney verses Bridgette, Ezekiel, Katie, Harold, and Izzy. Beth, Cody, Owen, and Noah watched at the sidelines, cheering on the teams.
It was difficult to play when Courtney kept tackling Harold when he didn't have the ball (though Izzy was tackling anyone when mood struck her). Katie was also running in the wrong direction half the time.
"Woohoo, way to crush the opposition," Noah gave her halfhearted cheer, not even looking up from her book. "Go, home team, go."
"Noah, your girlfriend'sth team was the one who just got tackled," Beth told him.
The egghead blinked, then looked up. "Oh. Whoops."
Katie shook her head at him, grinning at her boyfriend. "You really should watch the game."
"Sportsth aren't histh thing," Beth pointed out.
"Yes, yes, about half the people here have quoted that back to me at one point during the first inning of this game," the egghead replied, rolling his eyes.
"Football doesn't have innings, dude," Tyler replied.
"Oh. Round?"
"That's boxing," Eva said, quirking an eyebrow.
"... Par?"
"Golf," pointed out Gwen.
Noah slapped his forehead, then looked over at his fellow brainiac. "Cody man," he said, "help me out here. What's football divided into?"
The tech-geek, who had been depressed ever since Gwen had slapped him from the last voting ceremony, only shrugged. He continued to stare at the ground. "Don't know either? Aw well."
Beth shot Noah a glare for his insensitivity. The farm girl cast Gwen a look, who had turned away from the "crowd" when Cody had been brought into the conversation.
"Why don't you go play, Cody?" she asked her friend. He shrugged, looking away from the others.
"I just don't want to do anything right now."
(Confession Cam - In pure druidic nature.)
Harold - \He is in a wheelchair, though he doesn't seem to be injured physically.\ "Looking back, this day could have been avoided if I had been a bit braver. It was a terrible day overall."
Beth - "Gwen's been giving Cody the cold shoulder ever sthince that Dock of Shame night. He'sth really hurting too. I feel tho sthorry for him..."
Gwen - \She looks upset, even sad.\ "Things have been really bad of late, even for this stinking place. I don't have Trent, I don't have Leshawna, so now only Bridgette is the only sane one left. And..." \she glares at the camera\ "I cannot believe what Cody did. It makes me so mad that he voted Trent off, and he actually thought it would work in me going to him?"
Ezekiel - \He is fervently picking his nose.\ "I cannot help it, eh! There's no moor' tissues on this island, and doo'nt want the girls to see me pickin' my nose!"
Heather was trying not to watch the football game from where she was, which was sitting on the patio of the Screaming Gopher cabin.
"Just how long can these losers delight in pounding each other into the ground?" she asked herself, rolling her eyes.
Courtney tackled Harold for the umpteenth time when he wasn't holding the ball. Ezekiel was tackled once again by Gwen, and Heather felt her face flush. Snarling, she looked away.
(Confession Cam - Where the hunter is hunted.)
Heather - "I wasn't blushing! No, I don't like him! I don't like him in any way! I'm not jealous! No no no no no no no no-"
Courtney - \She is sulking, crossing her arms.\ "Harold still being here is getting on my last nerve. A lot of this feels like his fault."
Heather - "... no no no no no no no no no-"
Duncan - "Courtney's been really uptight whenever Harold is brought up. Or... if he's in the same area. Or... if anyone wheezes like he does. Gosh." \He chuckles, then looks around nervously.\ "Whoa, don't let her see that."
Courtney - \She lets out a long sigh.\ "I just want this to be over. I don't want to be so... mad all the time. I want to be with my friends and enjoy this contest, not be sulky... all I want is Harold off, then I'll be happy."
Heather - "... no no no no no no no no no no... but you know, if he pumped up his abs a little and tanned his skin... NO! No no no no no no no no no no-"
Chris approached the fake football field, smirking as he watched Izzy ride on Eva's back, yelling war cries as she tried to pull the fitness buff down. "Almost got her, crazy girl," he called out to her.
The handsome host noticed the downtrodden Cody, and clapped a hand on the tech-geek's shoulder. "There there, Codemiester. Today's challenge might just be the thing to cheer you up."
"I really would like to know how a challenge could cure emotional heartbreak," Tyler remarked. "Hasn't worked for me yet."
"Nor me," Harold replied.
"None of them have worked for me, ya know," Owen said. "Mostly because I'm not allowed to participate since I'm an intern... and was the first one voted off!"
He burst into tears, falling on his knees and bawling. Ezekiel headed over to him and held his shoulder comfortingly. Chris looked between this, to Cody looking depressed, and to Izzy and Eva now wrestling on the ground threatening to tear each other apart.
"This show has all the drama, much more than last season. But the gross volume hasn't been met yet. Last year, we had puking by the fourth challenge!"
"Thank you so much for reminding me," Bridgette scoffed, crossing her arms.
"The fact is, this is the ninth challenge, and we still haven't met the grossness that TDI was known for! So we gotta amp it up with a challenge called...
" 'E' is for Eating!"
The fourteen campers (and Owen) stared at him. "Look, everyone, just get into the cafeteria!"
(Confession Cam - A real warrior for confessions.)
Harold - \in the wheelchair\ "Should've done it then... gosh. Should've done it then."
Cody - \staring down at the ground\ "I should have been more into that challenge. If I had given it my all... none of this would have happened."
Courtney - "I couldn't believe what had happened by the end of this challenge! It was the very definition of insanity!"
Tyler - "... I wonder what Chris meant when he said he'd show these confessions earlier in the show to bring up tension. That'd be mean to the poor viewers."
When the fourteen campers (and Owen) were in the cafeteria, Chris clapped his hands and grinned. "Well then, my fellow islanders, E is for Eating will be a wild challenge of chowing down on who knows what! Because you're going to be adding the toppings and making the food for your fellow contestants!
"Everyone will, for each challenge, be choosing something edible that starts with a certain letter of the alphabet. Now who you give it to will be decided at the beginning of each round: you may be giving it to a specific member, you may be giving it to a random member that might end up being your teammate, or... you won't know until the challenge begins!
"You see, every round starts with a letter of the alphabet. Depending on what I say, it could be the dressing on top of the food, the only thing they're fed, or an ingredient in the food! You are out if you cannot or will not eat the food, or if you throw up."
Noah cleared his throat, and raised his hand. "I'd really hate to give everyone a chance to use the only line people seem to remember me from season one for, but I do have a list of life-threatening allergies."
"Me too," Harold wheezed, shooting his hand up.
"I'm a vegetarian," Bridgette protested.
"I," Beth started, "would really like not to have to eat-"
"Now stop your yammering, you yams," Chris shouted, clapping his hands. "Chef is in the back, and he has a list of all the allergies and deadly products you all fear. If you are going to be given anything you're allergic to what you are served, you'll get a pass for that round.
"Oh, and Bridgette? I guess we can give you a break since the animal rights' activist will be all over us if we make you eat meat."
Fourteen confused campers exchanged looks. "So," Beth spoke up again, "what are the teams?"
"Oh, right," Chris exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "I forgot about that. Beth, you get a cookie!"
Beth caught the cookie and started to munch it down. She broke it in half and tried giving some to Cody, but he turned her down politely.
"The first team is the Mystery Meat team, consisting of Harold, Bridgette, Katie, and Cody!
"The second team is the Chopped Liver team, which is Ezekiel, Gwen, Izzy, and Beth!
"The third team is Chef's Surprise, which is Courtney, Duncan, and Noah. Since you have only three members, you get one freebie if a teammate fails.
"The fourth and final team is Catch of the Day, leaving Tyler, Heather, and Eva! You also get a pass if one teammate fails."
With four tables set up, the four teams sat with each other. Chris watched as they all exchanged glances. "Now, are you all ready?"
"Can one be?" Noah grumbled.
"Say good bye to all my stomach contents," Gwen muttered.
"This is gonna hurt," Tyler said, drumming his fingers on his leg.
"Let's just get it over with," Heather added.
"Oh," Chris declared, snapping his fingers. "When you pick your foods, here are the list of rules:
"1. We will not accept any of the three P's: poop, pee, or puke.
"2. Nothing toxic, poisonous, radioactive, pointy, sharp, explosive, inedible, burning, and/or acidic.
"3. Nothing that's dead or alive, except insects.
"4. Cannot be vaguely related to the letter, like 'purple-dyed hair' for P, 'smashed ice' for S, 'green soap' for G.
"5. There is never a fifth rule.
"6. The first two teams to lose all of their members will have to vote someone off!
"Now get to know your teammates before this all begins!"
(Mystery Meat)
Harold was staring at the floor, looking dejected. Cody was doing the same, but even more depressed than him. Katie was waving over at Noah, looking longfully already.
Bridgette almost felt sorrowful being around the three. "Okay, guys," she spoke up, clapping her hands, "I'm sure we can do this!"
Katie and Harold nodded, but Cody was still staring at the floor. Harold patted his back in comfort and said, "Look, Cody, we know you're feeling upset and all, but ya gotta pull yourself together and get into the challenge, dude."
"That's right," Katie chimed in. "Everyone knows it's better to eat when you're upset."
"Except what I'll be eating is made for the purpose of gagging me," Cody muttered with a sigh.
Bridgette drummed her fingers on the table. She had suspected that the tech-geek had been involved in voting off Gwen's boyfriend, but she didn't want to bring it up now. "Cody, I know you're upset and all, but... you will try, right?"
The tech-geek looked over at the blond surfer, then shrugged. "I suppose. I'd hate to look bad on TV, as a quitter."
"You've got major fans to remember, Cody," Katie said in agreement, patting his shoulder. "All those fangirls who admire ya."
"I don't really care about that anymore," he admitted, resting his head on the table in his arms.
"Oh man...," Katie gasped, her eyes going wide. "You are upset, aren't you, Cody?"
(Chef's Surprise)
"Sure you can do this, bookworm?" Duncan asked Noah, grinning wickedly at him and nudging with his elbow.
The egghead side-glared at the punk. "Can you?"
"Didn't you see me during Total Drama Island, dude? I got the stomach for anything!"
Courtney snorted at her boyfriend.
"That's right, Duncan, brag about your ability to eat revolting food like if it was a gift."
Duncan snorted right back. Noah watched this between the two, and snorted as well. "You two continue to flirt then."
"I'm not flirting with him," Courtney replied, snapping her fingers at Noah. "Now, seriously Noah, are you going to be able to choke food down?"
"So long as I'm not allergic, and if I am, I get a pass."
"Fine by me," Courtney replied. She shot a side glare at Harold before saying, "Just hope Four Eyes over there doesn't get something he's allergic to every time."
"Courtney hon, relax," Duncan said to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I'll make sure his team loses. I promise you, if you'll just calm down."
The CIT looked into the punk's eyes, and saw he spoke with sincerity. "Thank you, Duncan."
"Now before we begin the eating contest, can I have some tongue?"
"EEEEEEW, NO!"
Courtney glared at Noah, who was now fake gagging after his loud reaction. The CIT managed to ignore this as she gave Duncan a modest kiss.
(Catch of the Day)
Tyler, Heather, and Eva were all exchanging ugly looks. The queen bee finally broke the bad tension and said, "Okay, what's up with you two?"
"I despise you, and Tyler's my athlete rival," Eva said.
"I think you had something to do with Trent being voted off, Heather," Tyler admitted, "and I'm glaring at Eva because she's glaring at me."
"And I think you're a psychotic rage-aholic, Eva," Heather snapped, "and Tyler, you're a no-talent jock who's dating a girl who's super stupid, even for a cheerleader."
Eva and Tyler exchanged looks. They stuck their fingers in their mouths, then inserted their saliva-coated fingers into her ears. She squealed and swung her hands at their arms.
"You're so gross, you immature dweebs," she shrieked.
"Oh shut up, before Ezekiel changes his mind and doesn't date you anymore," Eva remarked, smirking wickedly.
"If you insinuate that one more time-"
"Naw, I think he's got better taste than that," Tyler remarked.
"Especially if she's puking her guts out," Eva commented.
Heather slammed her fists on the table, hissing in anger. "Look," she managed to strain out, "we're a team right now... so... let's... just get... ALONG!"
"Fine by me, Mrs. Zeke," Eva said. She and Tyler cackled, exchanging a high-five.
"I DON'T LIKE HIM!!"
(Chopped Liver)
"One day, I really hope she learns the fact that we knoo', eh," Ezekiel muttered, hiding his eyes with his toque.
Izzy giggled and clapped her hands. "You're so pimp, Zeke, you got the most popular girl wanting you."
"I doo'nt got pimples, do I?" he asked, inspecting his face.
"She means that you manage to get a bunch of girls to go after you at once," Gwen explained, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, please," Ezekiel said, struggling not to laugh as he spoke. "I am not a... what is it called again, a 'chick dragnet'?"
"Magnet, Zeke," Gwen corrected him, rolling her eyes.
"You're kind of being harsth to him, Gwen," Beth pointed out, looking over at Ezekiel.
"Well, he is the sexist on a team full of girls," Izzy remarked, grinning happily and beaming at Ezekiel. "So we all gotta rely on him to win this match, as much as we hate it!"
The other three stared at her, as she continued to giggle and bob her head around. "You know, Izzy," Gwen remarked, "I hope your taste buds are as weird as you are, then we can win this easily."
"You're really mad, Gwen," Beth said, looking astonished, "are you still upsthet about Trent?"
"How could I not be, Beth?" the goth girl snapped at her.
"You know it wasthn't Cody's fault-"
"Look, I don't want to talk about it, with any of you," Gwen snarled, looking away from her new team. "I just want to carry on this contest with as little frustration and gagging as possible. Got it?"
"Can do," Ezekiel replied, a little nervous now.
"Right-o, Major Goth," Izzy shouted with a snap salute.
"Okay, okay," Beth muttered, sad about this turn of emotional events.
"Okay, Chef is now handing out little papers saying who your first food order will be given to," Chris Maclean explained to the campers. The large cook was, indeed, handing out slips of paper, and was also putting a small bowl of salad in front of every camper.
As everyone read the names on their paper, the host continued. "Now, you will be putting this topping a small bowl of salad. Everyone will have to eat the salad to pass on to the next round!
"And your first letter for your food choice is... M!"
The campers all nodded, and then headed out. In a few minutes, most of them came back with a handful of brown glop.
"Mud? Is that the best you all could come up with?" Chris taunted them. "How unoriginal!"
"Hey, Maclean," Eva snarled at him as she slopped her handful of mud on Duncan's salad, "you want to eat some to see how easy it is?"
"Um, no thanks," Chris said apologetically, worried because he felt that Eva might just do that.
Some campers managed to think of something else besides mud. Harold blew mucus from his nose onto Heather's salad; Gwen sprinkled mold on Duncan's salad; Courtney poured mouthwash on Ezekiel's salad; and Izzy dropped a handful of maggots on Cody's salad (and she didn't explain where she got them from).
Noah had the most interesting idea: Beth was staring at her salad, which had a five dollar bill and a couple ones. "Ith thith a joke?" she asked.
"Nope, it's a moral dilemma," Noah said, a very sly smile on his face. "Do you eat the money, or do you get seven dollars, the easiest you ever made?"
Beth looked at him, then at her salad, then chowed down. The know-it-all groaned in displeasure, and muttered, "It was worth a shot," as he started to force down muddy salad.
Everyone managed to eat the salad they were given, although Cody had the hardest time. The tech-geek was a little green as he lay slumped on the table, moaning in pain. The host clapped, giggling as the campers tried to wipe mud mustaches off.
"Your next challenge will be given to another camper, preselected," Chris explained to them. "This won't be on something though, you'll have to eat it straight up!
"The letter this time will be... B!"
Now the campers would a little confused. They scurried around the kitchen, their cabins, and outside.
Eva came back first, holding a bra on her hands. She dropped it on Ezekiel's plate, chuckling evilly.
"Eva... dudette," Chris started saying, eyeing the undergarment, "are you sure about this?"
"Hey, it's not mine," she replied, still grinning, "it's one of Heather's."
Bridgette dropped some bark on Noah's plate; Duncan, grinning like a maniac, poured beer on Izzy's plate; Tyler slapped some butter on Harold's plate; Beth dropped a banana peel on Eva's plate.
Cody looked at his plate, which had a few dead bees on it. "Um, is this safe?" he asked, looking quite disgusted.
"I removed the stingers," Izzy told him, "so it's all cool. I'm so lucky, I keep getting you as my victim! But you may be better at eating bugs than I thought!"
She started to lap up the beer that Duncan had spilled on her plate, giggling more and more. Gwen looked at the barbecue sauce on her plate, and groaned as she licked it off her plate. Katie was quite pleased by getting bacon, while Courtney's eyes watered as she licked up black pepper.
Once again, everyone passed the round. Cody looked even more sick, while Ezekiel tried to slurp up one of the straps of the bra he had been finishing up.
"That's so gross," Chris cackled, slapping Ezekiel on the back; Heather was shaking in fury. She was trying to convince the others she didn't like the prairie boy, and now he was eating her underwear.
"I'm more than certain that's not conshidered second bashe, Eshekiel," Izzy said, cackling as she slurred her words.
"How much beer did you give her?" Courtney asked Duncan.
"It wasn't even half a bottle, calm down."
"I hash got red hair coming from my head," Izzy squealed, still cackling, "doesh that mean I'm Irisssssh?"
"Now this'll be good TV," Chris said, watching as Izzy tried to frisk Ezekiel for charms.
(Confession Cam - Just like at church, only it's venting.)
Katie - "Izzy drunk? I cannot imagine how much chaos will ensue."
Cody - \rubbing his stomach\ "Ohhhh... what could I have done to deserve all this? Please God, if this is karma, I'm sorry for stealing those batteries in the third grade!"
Tyler - "Eva's way too good at this; I foresee a great rivalry! If not, we can just best Heather."
"Okay campers, for this next challenge, you will pick your food item first, and then you'll be given the name of your camper," Chris explained to them, his wicked grin getting more wicked and more grinning by the second. "And you might, you just might, be giving the food item to your teammate!"
"Might want to be cautious then," Katie said to her teammates. "Don't want to be the one disqualifying your teammate!"
"The letter for the food item is P," Chris added. "And remember! No poop, pee, or puke!"
The campers, all relieved that they wouldn't have to gather or eat those three body outputs, went out to find edible items that started with P. During the search, Ezekiel and Bridgette were outdoors at one point, looking around for natural items.
"I'm surprised to see you out here," Bridgette remarked with a smirk. "You hate the outdoors?"
"Well, so long as I doo'nt have to venture into the woods, eh," he replied, rustling through some bushes. "You're the environmentalist, is there any word for leaves that starts with P?"
"Chris said nothing vague, I don't know, and you're not on my team."
"Oh, right."
They continued to look around for a couple minutes, while Bridgette thought about something that had been bothering her for some time. Unable to find anything, and getting frustrated over it, she finally allowed her inner feelings to come out.
"Zeke," she said, "you're not... serious about Heather, are you?"
"What?" the prairie boy said, looking around at her.
"I mean, she's a horrible person," Bridgette explained herself. "She's meaner and more cruel than anyone I know. She's so hateful towards Gwen, she always insulting people..."
She let out a long sigh. "I'm not a vengeful person by any stretch, and I do believe in people getting second chances... but I really don't like her."
"I doo'nt either, so long as she's continuing to be mean."
"I am actually concerned about you, Zeke. My friend Bugsy, he was really interested in this girl who wasn't that nice. And in the end, she hurt him... really hurt him.
"I don't want that to happen to you. Heather could seriously hurt you too."
Ezekiel took a deep breath, staring down at the ground. "Well, I dunno, eh. You think I should avoid her completely?"
Before Bridgette could answer, he cried out in pain. Sucking his finger, he held a pine needle in his hand. "Fou' somffing we cou' usf, eh."
"You'll share?"
"What arf frienfs fur if not to helf them when they're on fe oppoosi' team, eh?"
She smiled, then accepted a handful of pine needles. Her smile disappeared as she remembered the topic beforehand. "Just, Zeke hon, don't go after her unless she changes. There are so many better girls in Canada, like some of my friends."
"I understand, eh," the prairie boy said. He almost froze when he thought over what she said. "Wait, are you offering to introduce me to your friends?"
"Mmmmmmaybe," she played out the word, her sly smirk back. "Have I told you that my friend Sabrina has a bit of a crush on you?" The blush that spread across his face made her giggle a whole lot.
Tyler looked at the peanut shells in his hand, at Heather's pepper, then at Eva's pumpkin pulp. "Where'd you find the pumpkin, Eva?" he asked.
"Found it in Chef's fridge."
"And let you take it?" Heather declared.
"You think he'd dare start something with me?" Eva replied, flexing her arm. Tyler grinned, and he exchanged a high-five; the red-clothed athlete winced and shook off the pain.
After all the campers had gathered back to their tables, Chef handed out the names to the campers. Eva and Tyler looked at their names, then each other, then gave their food items to each other.
With confident stares at each other, the two athletes stuffed the food into their mouths. Eva crunched on the peanut shells and Tyler slurped up the pumpkin pulp.
"You two are revolting," Heather grumbled as she ate some paper. She received some pumpkin pulp and peanut shells to the forehead, and the athletes exchanged another high five.
Courtney watched as Harold explained to Chef that he was very allergic to pears, which he had been served. After looking through a few papers in his hands, Chef grunted and threw the pear away.
"Oooooo," she strained, almost crushing the pepperoni she had in her hand, "it's really ticking me off, how he gets a pass so easily!"
"Yeah, and meanwhile, I got to eat pine needles," Duncan complained, also glaring at Harold. Noah looked up from his pie, shrugged, and continued to wolf it down.
"Hehehe, sucks to be you two," he thought, not daring to say it out loud.
Katie was also eating up pine needles, looking over at Bridgette with concern. The surfer girl was looking the prunes she had been served, looking as if she could see a very embarrassing event in the future.
"The things I do for this show," Bridgette grumbled. She slowly forced them into her mouth, one by one. Her attention was diverted when she saw Ezekiel panting and gasping for air.
"Look, Ethekiel, I'm sthorry," Beth shouted at her teammate, "but I didn't know a teammate would get my sthelection of pepper."
"Did... huhhhh... you... get... huhhhh!... the spiciest kind, eh?" Ezekiel panted, eyes watering and sweat running down his forehead.
"Pothibly. Sthorry!"
Once again, all the campers endured the round. Cody had it worst, since he had to swallow a large amount of peas, and he hated peas.
"Cody, buddy," Chris said, patting the young brunette on the shoulder, "what'd you do to deserve torture, huh?"
Gwen made a loud scoffing noise, though she didn't look over. Cody sank in his seat more, muttering something about 'batteries.'
"Your next challenge, if you are all up for it," Chris announced, "will be completely random as well, even to your teammates. You will be serving them something... in a sandwich!"
"Spare me," Cody whimpered.
"C'mon, Cody buddy," Katie said, shaking his shoulder. "You gotta have faith you can do this."
Izzy stared at Katie comforting Cody, though her drunkenness was making the room behave rather silly.
(Confession Cam - A rogue element.)
Izzy - "Cody's been really nice to me throughout TDC, encouraging me when I was not anxious to do a challenge. And that says something for me, Izzy, the redhead of this show! I really wish he wasn't hurting so, he doesn't deserve it."
Gwen - \She looks quite mad.\ "Look, Cody may be feeling bad, but I'm not sympathizing for him. But I'm not going to heap on him; that's something Heather would do. He cannot possibly feel that bad, anyway."
Cody - \sobbing\ "I wish I were dead, I wish I were dead... waaaaaaaaaaaah!"
"The letter is C, now get to it," Chris instructed the campers.
C was actually far easier than most of the campers thought it would be, though Izzy tried to fit Cody into a sandwich, then Courtney.
"Stop it! Stop it, you crazy psycho," Courtney shouted, smacking Izzy with the cabbage she was holding.
After everyone had picked their C food item, they were given the name of their opponent. Beth winced as she gave Izzy a sandwich of cat food.
"Where'd you get the cat food?" Gwen asked as she watched Izzy start to nibble at the sandwich.
"Chef keepsth a lot of sthtuff in histh kitchen," Beth said, leaving it at that.
The redhead started to chow down, still giggling like a happy drunk. Disgust started to spread across her face, and her stomach grumbled unfriendly.
Ezekiel was quite enjoying his chocolate sauce sandwich when he saw Izzy's face contorted. "You doing okay, Izzy?"
And then she threw up. All over him. Ezekiel was lucky to get his sandwich out of the splash, but he himself was coated all down his front.
"Wow," Chris said, "Izzy's the first one out-"
Katie gagged hard, spitting out some of her sandwich. "I'm sorry," she whimpered to her teammates, "but I cannot eat cauliflower... sorry!"
"And Katie's out too!"
Tyler and Eva stared each other down as they gobbled down their sandwiches of chicken nuggets and crushed ice. Harold received another pass when he found cocoanut in his sandwich. Beth felt especially guilty as she ate her chocolate chip sandwich.
"Playing cards?" Duncan asked aloud, looking at his sandwich. "Interesting choice, but no more strip poker."
"Thank goodness," Courtney muttered as she ate her cottage cheese sandwich.
In the end, only Izzy and Katie were disqualified, though Ezekiel came close to gagging. His teammates had to back away from him, and Izzy lolled in her chair, babbling incoherently.
"Now, this next one will be the letter S," Chris announced. "Just pick something out, and it will be given to a random opponent! Oh, and Izzy and Katie? You two still have to pick one out.
"Heather and Noah, you two will sit out on the gathering section. Now you campers, two people have puked and heaved, who's next?"
The campers headed out again, leaving the queen bee and the know-it-all alone. Noah pulled out his book and started reading, and Heather pulled out her nail file.
"Stupid contest," Heather muttered to herself. "Our opponents could poison us with all kinds of filth."
"You complain too much, you know that?" Noah remarked, not looking up from his book. "Why'd you join Total Drama Island if you hate the concept so much?"
"I came to win, that's why," she snarled at him. "The whole point of shows like this are for becoming celebrities, no other reason."
"Meh," Noah replied. "Never thought I'd be saying this, but there have been greater things to happen on this show for others besides winning."
"Oh, like getting a girlfriend, maybe?" Heather said, quirking an eyebrow. "How long will your little relationship with Katie last when she's back with her squealing, plus-sized friend?"
That was a barbed remark that dug deeper into Noah than he thought it would. He took a deep breath, then decided to throw one back. "And how long do you think you can deny you like Ezekiel?"
Heather bristled. "That is getting so trite, you know that? I don't like him, pure and simple. You all only say that to get my goat, but it won't work anymore."
"Yeah, right, you deny it like a guilty defendant who has a mountain of evidence against her," the egghead retorted, a sly smirk spreading across his face. "It just wouldn't fit your sly, conniving, rich girl image if you admitted you are infatuated with the simple, honest, poor boy from the prairies."
He let out a long, fake swoon. "Oh, the classic love story! It makes me want to squeal in joy, that love can overcome any boundaries!"
Heather snapped her nail file in half as she clenched it in her hand. Her face was red and hot, and she threw the halves of her nail file at him. "You are almost as annoying as Gwen, you know that?" she shot at him. "I preferred you when you were a lazy, do-nothing creep! And you know what..."
Bridgette walked into the room holding a soda in her hand. Before she could sit down, Heather yelled at Noah, "I hope Ezekiel falls off a cliff, that stinking, puny, tacky, redn-"
The surfer girl opened up her soda can, and poured half of it on Heather. "Cool off," she remarked before heading back to her table. Heather, wet and sticky now, seethed in fury.
(Confession Cam - It's like death at night! We're not sure how, though.)
Heather - "I'll get that blond bimbo if it's the last thing I'll do! Her team is going to lose, and I'll make personal sure of that!"
Beth - \looking ashamed\ "I managed to kick off one of our teammates! I'd better make we win, or I'm gonna be voted off!"
Courtney - "Do you know how difficult it is to find something that Harold might not be allergic to? This is getting so frustrating!"
Duncan - "Courtney may be uptight, but that's merely because Harold's still here. Harold buddy, nothing personal, it's just that I gotta get you voted off so Courtney will lighten up."
Izzy wandered on the beach, wobbling like a sapling in a windstorm. She jumped into the ocean, washing off the vomit. She cheered wildly, praising Neptune and Poseidon and a few other ocean gods that didn't exist because she made them up right then.
After washing back on the shore, she tripped over something hard and smooth. The redhead picked herself up, then noticed what it was: a glass bottle.
"Ooo, I love thish drink," she said with a cheer. Opening it up, she tried to slam it, but what came out was a piece of paper. "Meh? What's thish, a treashure map?" She read it out loud, including the last part:
"To Bridgette, Harold, Katie, and Tyler,
We mish you at the Playa desh Losersh. Though we shend these... hic!... meshages to tell you about the conshpiracy going on, we just wanted to remind you we shtill love you and think about you every day.
Go and win the whole thing!
From,
Geoff, Leshawna, Shadie, and Lindshay."
Izzy stared at the letter, reading it again silently. Then it all clicked.
"Oh, Heather, Duncan, and Courtney are allied to eliminate Harold and all hish friendsh," she declared. "I knew that."
She stuff the note in her pocket, grabbed a handful of sand for the contest, and walked back to the cafeteria.
Ezekiel was done explaining how the competition worked. "Tensions started rising after Katie and Izzy were eliminated, eh. It was after the S round that things really got ugly."
Leshawna nodded, glancing at him as she watched Harold. Tyler then came into the medical tent, looking exhausted.
"Hey... Leshawna?" he asked, looking startled. "What are you doing here?"
"I hijacked the Boat of Losers, Tyler man."
"Any idea yet on who did it, with what maybe?"
"I think I know what exactly."
He held a little bag in his hand. "Someone put this in every bowl of soup, I think they were aiming to make sure Harold got it."
"Harold told me he was terribly allergic to these. Worse than terrible, even," Leshawna said as she took the small bag in her hands.
Ezekiel took all this in, still trying desperately to keep awake. "Any idea who did it, then?" he asked his friend.
"I actually have an idea," Tyler said, looking proud of himself. "I actually noticed what everyone had in their hands, since I was watching the line to make sure I didn't get what they all did."
He showed them a little list he made. "From memory, I know what each camper gave what. But there were four people whom I couldn't see their food item; they were hiding it from me, I think."
"Who were they?" Leshawna asked, looking desperate. The lanky athlete looked over his list one more time.
"Duncan, Heather, Courtney, or Beth."
(Earlier that day, in the Confession Cam...)
Duncan - "Harold has got to go."
Heather - "Bridgette's team is going down, no matter what."
Courtney - "I'm so sick of being so frustrated, I want Harold to go."
Beth - "I have to win thisth! I couldn't forgive mythelf if my team lost because of me!"
What was it that Harold is so dangerously allergic to? And who did it: the criminal, the queen bee, the CIT, or the wannabe? You might find out in PART 2!
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If you're concerned this may get too serious and dramatic, don't worry. I like my comedy and happy endings. Teehee, teehee.
Mystery Meat - Harold, Bridgette, Katie, Cody
Chopped Liver - Ezekiel, Gwen, Izzy, Beth
Chef's Surprise - Courtney, Duncan, Noah
Catch of the Day - Tyler, Heather, Eva