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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... what should have been just another challenge turned into the biggest soap opera event we've seen on this island.
During an eating contest where the campers had to shove into their mouths whatever their opponents could find, someone slipped in Harold's food some gummi slugs. Being violently allergic, Harold almost croaked from the deadly candies. Turns out it was Courtney, who wanted revenge for how Harold cheating her off the first season led to her being shunned by her peers and classmates back home.
Despite being crippled, Harold's friends did not vote him off, and chose to vote off a willing Katie, who desperately wanted to see Sadie again. Tough luck, Noah.
With rage in her cage, Courtney admitted to poisoning Harold's food, though she didn't know how serious the allergic reaction was thanks to Chef's coded allergy lists. Admitting everything from her home troubles, the framing of Cody, and reasons for actions in the past season, Courtney and Harold have finally ended their (albeit one-sided) feud. The alliance between the CIT, criminal, and queen bee now over, the healing process can begin.
But how wise was it to leave Harold on this island when he's not able to walk? How is Heather going to survive without any allies? And why hasn't that bear appeared yet, we pay him good money to make this show more interesting?
These questions and more will be answer on the fasting, heart-pumping episode yet of Total... Drama ... COMEBACK!
(cue the theme song, and we're good to go!)
Chapter 30 (Day 10, Part 1) - Islanders, Start Your Engines
(Somewhere...)
Ezekiel knew he was dreaming. He had to be, because he wasn't on Wawanakwa Island. In fact, he wasn't anywhere anymore; his surroundings were nothing but a pure white with wisps of color-changing trails zipping around pleasantly.
Also there was the brown bear, dressed in a pink tutu, dancing Peanut Butter Jelly Time far in the back. That was a sure sign that this was a dream.
Most eye-catching was Heather, looking very sleek and permed, with a hungry gaze on Ezekiel. The prairie boy was rather unnerved about this, especially since it seemed so unnatural for Heather's smile to seem so... genuine.
"Hello, prairie boy," she purred, strutting over to him. Her eyes fixated on him, her sly smirk resembling something the home schooled boy saw in those underwear catalogues his mom sometime received.
"Uhmmm, hi?" he stammered, tapping his fingers together.
"Why so nervous?"
"You should knoo' why, eh. This is a dream, and you're not acting like Heather at all."
"No, I'm not Heather. But I could be."
"... Come again?"
The dream Heather leaned forward, putting her hands on his shoulders, staring fondly into his eyes. "Did you know that, in many relationships, someone has to change to fit the others' needs? Usually it's the guy... okay, mostly, it's the guy."
"Now that's unfair," Ezekiel protested. "Girls can need just as much changing as guys do; we're not all pigs and you're not all angels, eh."
"Aye, and this is the time where the girl is going to have to change."
She leaned in close, her breath on his face. It was very hard for Ezekiel to concentrate, and the fact that the bear in the back was now singing didn't help.
"Ignore him," Dream Heather whispered.
"He's not bad, eh. Good base."
"Listen to me, Ezekiel. You have to change me, otherwise, I'm going to be a spoiled rotten, crabby, back-stabbing girl for all my life.
"And that," she flicked his nose with her finger affectionately, "is something you'd hate to see happen."
"I cannot prevent it if it does, eh. Why blame me?"
"Because, you know more than anyone that people deserve a second chance. You got one, now you have friends and a social life. If you deserve this second chance, why don't I?"
Ezekiel didn't answer at first, he was forced to look away from her seductive smile. When he did reply, he could barely glance at her. "I remember reading that dreams are sometimes linked to our subconscious feelings, those things we aren't truly aware of unless we dig really deep, eh."
"Ayup. You, deep down, want to give me that second chance, because you feel it fair since you got one," she purred, pulling herself close to him. "And that, Ezekiel, is why you must try to change me."
The ravenhaired, dream-created Heather giggled, shrugging her shoulders as if to toss away an unspoken joke. "You also know subconsciously that even though you're still madly crushing on Bridgette, she cannot be yours because she's with Geoff.
"Don't make this a soap opera, Ezekiel-kun. Get the girl who's available."
Behind her, the bear was nodding at the prairie boy, giving him a claws-up. Ezekiel blinked at this, then at Heather.
"Dating a girl like Heather can mostly lead to pain, eh," he remarked.
"Yes. That is the risk you take if you try me, and I wouldn't blame you for not. But please, consider this... you and I could have a lot more in common than anyone, even I, think we have."
She leaned in to kiss him. The look on her face, the feeling of her against him, it was too much for Ezekiel to take (and this was a dream, no consequences).
A very loud aircraft roared over his head, startling the prairie boy. He leapt back, falling off a cliff that wasn't there a second ago, watching Heather look over the side in terror. The prairie boy fell and fell, then hit a wooden floor hard. A layer of soft velvet was tangled around him, encasing him like a boa constrictor ready to crush.
"Ged dem offva me," he shouted, kicking at the attacker. He, after a second seconds, realized that, "Oh, it's just my sheets, eh."
Duncan had also bolted upright, screaming in panic and hiding under a chair. Harold flinched, rolling out of his bed and hitting the floor shouting, "OW! IDIOTS!" Tyler grumbled and plugged his ears with his fingers, muttering, "Gamera, get back in your cage."
"I'm gonna kill him, eh," Ezekiel roared as he got up. "I'm gonna tear him a'peert, then I'm gonna stomp on the pieces, and then... then... then I'll think of woor'se things to do to the pieces, eh!"
Tyler yawned, then looked up. "Did I miss the alarm?"
"You're the lucky one," Duncan replied. "Chris is back to flying the airplane to wake us up."
"What stopped him from using it until now?"
"Well, a certain ex-convict managed to steal the keys," the punk replied, wiggling his unibrow. He and Ezekiel exchanged a high-five.
"Victory's over now, guess he found it," Tyler said with a sigh. "Might as well get out there and-"
"Um, guys?"
Harold was laying on the ground, looking over at his crutches; since the cabin had no ramp, he had to use them for getting in and out of the building. "Could one of you help me get them? I don't like the idea of crawling on this floor."
"Can't blame you there, dude," Duncan said, handing the nerd's crutches to him. As he did so, he glimpsed Tyler glaring at him from behind.
(Confession Cam - Still doesn't have a theme song.)
Duncan - "Okay, I know a lot of people are pissed off at me over the whole alliance with Heather thing, but c'mon, I wasn't responsible for feeding him gummi slugs. Sure I knew Courtney had done it after it happened, which I talked to her about, but you think I'd rat out my girlfriend?"
Tyler - \He looks furiously at the camera.\ "Duncan's been on my nerves ever since this season's started, and now that I know he and Courtney had a hand in voting off Lindsay, I have all the reason in the world to shun them."
Ezekiel - "I really am trying not to read into that dream. Heck, I had a dream where I went on a homicidal rampage and was killing the campers here for voting me off, eh. But no one can see me doing that, right? Maybe Eva would though..."
As the campers angrily poured out of the two cabins, they were shocked to see Chris Maclean standing there in the clearing with no plane in sight. Standing next to him was Beth, jumping up and down, cheering wildly.
"Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow," she was chanting. "That was one of the coolestht thingsth I've ever stheen in my life!"
"What was?" Gwen asked.
"It wasth-"
"You'll all find out later," Chris said, cutting off Beth. The host grinned at the cranky, tired campers, admiring how bummed they looked. His grin softened when he saw Harold in his wheelchair.
"Hey Harold man, we'd like to know if you want an electric wheelchair," he said to him, "one that can really ride."
"That sounds sweet, but I've never used one; I might crash it into a tree."
As Chris and Harold continued to talk, Beth walked over to a yawning Ezekiel. "What'sth up with you, sleepy head?" she asked, giggling. "You're usthusally up with me, bright and early."
"Couldn't sleep, eh," the prairie boy replied. "Just had a really... bizarre dream."
"That'sth cool." The two continued to make small talk until Ezekiel couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He glanced over at the Screaming Gophers, and saw that that person was Heather.
"Is is just me," he whispered to Beth, diverting his eyes, "or is Heather staring at me?"
Beth's smile was gone in an instant. "Be careful around her, Ethekiel," she whispered. "I heard her mutter your name thisth morning, and I think she may want revenge."
"Revenge? For what, eh?"
"Well, you were the one who convinced Courtney to come clean, and if there'sth anything Heather hatesth, it's when sthomeone does sthomething against her wishesth."
The farm girl crossed her arms, glancing at Heather with a serious scowl. The queen bee scowled back and looked away. "I wish she had been voted off the firstht day," she continued. "She'sth causthed a lot of people a lot of pain. Gwen, Harold... Cody."
She nervously poked her fingers together. "Ethekiel... do you believe in dreamsth?"
"Ummmm...," Ezekiel desperately tried not to think of the dream he just had, and the one where he was a bloodthirsty assassin out for revenge. "No, not at all. Have nothing to do with reality, no sir, eh!"
"Oh," Beth looked crestfallen. "Becausth it wasth about Cody, and I liked it...-"
"But if they're good, why not believe them, eh?" he added, nervously chuckling.
The farm girl chuckled with him, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment. Bridgette watched them and smiled to herself, hoping the two farm-raised teenagers would hit it off more.
"And a rocket launcher on the back, controlled by joysticks on the handlebars," Harold continued to list what his dream wheelchair would have. Chris, Tyler, and Eva were pitching in ideas of their own, and none of them were peaceful additions to a wheelchair.
"Chris," Heather finally stopped the debate by calling out to the host. "I assume there's a reason you woke us up early!"
"Oh yeah! Well, everyone head on in to the cafeteria! Chef's breakfast is going to surprise you today!"
"Oh great," Eva snarled, "it'll probably be completely inedible."
"Yes, please, make me guess what I'm eating," Noah added, "I love not knowing what my last meal will be."
"If it's moving again, I swear to God," Gwen spat out, "I'll put it in Heather's bed."
"Yeah, Jell-O is supposed to be the only food that moves when you eat it," Cody chimed in. Gwen chuckled, smiling at him; he flushed, nervously wringing his hands.
Beth, seeing this, sighed. Ezekiel gave her a nudge and whispered, "Hey, he's still free. Go get him, tigress."
"Hehe, tigresth," she repeated, snorting in laughter. "I don't think that nickname will sthtick, but thanksth!"
She ran over to Cody and Gwen, joining in their conversation. As Ezekiel watched her go, someone placed their arm on his shoulder. He almost flinched when he noticed it was Heather.
"So, Zeke," she said, her voice almost a purr, "think we'll be partners this time around?"
"Ummmm...," was his most intelligent reply, "what?"
"For the challenge, you goof. I'd love to be on your team."
As Ezekiel stammered in response to Heather's forward attitude, there were several eyes glaring at the ravenhair.
(Confession Cam - We're being replaced by a dressing room?!)
Bridgette - "That skank better not be trying to charm Ezekiel. How low and scheming is that!"
Tyler - "If she pretends to be interested in him, only to leave him high and dry, I don't care if she's a girl, I'll..." \He gets really mad, and punches the side of the outhouse; then he cries out in pain and nurses his knuckles.\
Izzy - "Sometimes I wonder if she is the one smuggling jelly beans onto the island. But I doubt she has an interest in illegal candy."
Gwen - "Heather is like this noxious cloud that spreads discomfort when you see it. It's because of her I was so mad at Cody..."
\She looks ashamed and stares down at the floor.\ "I still cannot believe I hit him... mind you, I felt so betrayed, I thought he had been lying to me all this time, that he voted Trent off to get to me..." \She looks mad again.\ "And it's Heather's fault all that happened."
Heather was sitting next to Ezekiel when they sat down for breakfast. The prairie boy was still stammering like an idiot, while she was sweet talking him. Bridgette, Tyler, Beth, and Gwen kept glancing over at the two, their scowls getting more and more dark every time they saw Heather lean close to Ezekiel, stroke his arm, or give him one of those sensual smiles.
"She makesth me sthick," Beth spat out, grabbing her fork and hurriedly eating her breakfast; Cody didn't dare tell her she had accidentally took his fork.
"It's obvious what's she's up to," Gwen said in agreement, crossing her arms.
"Ummm... no, what?" Cody asked.
"Hello, Cody? She doesn't have any more allies left, and since she relies on her so-called friends and alliances to win this game, she has to have someone."
The goth girl narrowed her angry stare at Heather as she talked. "She disgusts me so much. It's bad enough that almost every couple has been separated because of her and Courtney, but she acts like it never happened; the girl was born without a conscious."
"Maybe we could get a sthurgeon," Beth remarked between mouthfuls. "Have her get a consthcious implant."
Gwen chuckled, then noticed Beth was eating quite a bit. "Um, Beth? Are you feeling all right?"
"Yeth, why?"
"Because you're eating that food... and a lot of it."
"I know... I'm sthurprised too, but it's actually good!"
Gwen tentatively took a mouthful, then her eyes bulged. "Oh sweet savior," she whimpered, "it is!" She began shoveling it into her mouth, much to Cody's surprise. Soon, all of the campers were eating as much as they could, calling out for seconds.
"This has gotta be some kind of trick or trap," Noah said to Eva, "but I don't care! Pass the ketchup!"
"Here, egghead," the fitness buff said as she thrust the bottle to him.
"Thanks, Gigantress."
"What did you call me?!" she snarled, glaring Eva-styled daggers at him.
After he flinched, he scowled back at her. "Oh sure, I don't get to call you names, but you can insult me all you want because of your big muscles. If my brain was a muscle and not a collection of nerves, I'd flatten you with my 'egghead'!"
Eva raised an eyebrow, then went back to eating her food, muttering, "Later, brainiac, later."
"You're awfully hostile this morning, Noah," Izzy remarked, balancing a spoon on her nose. "Miss Katie much?"
"You all should, because," he said, trying hard to concentrate as Izzy began to clean her ears with the handle of the spoon, "with her gone, I'm gonna be the same cynical Noah you all knew before."
"Bitter much?" Bridgette asked.
"Of course I am. She and I had only just started dating when she had to have herself voted off. And now-"
"You aren't going to reach second base for a while longer," Izzy said, grinning. "It's too bad, I would've put money down that you got to second base faster than any other couple here has."
Bridgette looked over at Izzy, trying to keep a straight face. "What makes you think all of the couples here have gone to second base?"
"Oh, not all of them," the redhead said. "I mean, I still don't know if you and Geoff have-"
"And you never will."
"I could ask Geoff, he might tell me!"
"You know, Izzy," Noah cut it, "you're lucky there are now three people who everyone wants to vote off ASAP. You're really creeping people out with your desire to know the intimate details of everyone's relationships."
"I just ask what everyone's thinking," Izzy protested, waving her hands in the air. "Everyone here wants to know how the couples are doing!"
(Confession Cam - Maybe we'd be paired with the dressing room.)
Bridgette - "... ... ... Okay, she's right. At least about me."
"You're the one always so negative, Noah," Izzy replied, waving her spoon at him; he leaned away from the ear waxy instrument. "And by the way, who are the three you mention?"
"Are you kidding, you don't know?" the brainiac replied. "Heather, Courtney, and Duncan!"
Bridgette looked over at Courtney, who was sitting with Duncan. The two looked guilty still, though it was more of a sense of body language than facial expression. Courtney looked slumped over, her eyes heavy, just tired as if she had a lot of weight on her. Duncan acted the same, just less so.
"You never know," Izzy said, still beaming. "I mean, people didn't vote Heather off when I shot her in the ass."
"I'll never understand why they punished you for that, Izzy," Noah replied with a smirk.
"I know, right?" the redhead imitated Lindsay, actually sounding a lot like her. "Hey Bridgette, would you have voted me off for shooting Heather in the..."
She stopped when she realized Bridgette was gone, heading over to Courtney and Duncan. The CIT looked startled to see her friend there. "Oh hi Bridgette," she muttered, looking away.
"Hey Courtney," the surfer girl said pleasantly, then turned to the tan-skinned girl's boyfriend. "Duncan."
"Yo yo, surfer girl."
"How are you two?"
"Feeling rotten," Courtney admitted. "Duncan and I were just talking, and... it's pretty obvious we're both done for in this competition."
"I wouldn't say that," said Bridgette.
"You're being too generous, Bridge, but you cannot speak for everyone," the CIT replied, then sighed deeply. "Especially Harold."
"Courtney, it's not over yet," the surfer girl said. "You're still in this competition, until the end. Harold's forgiven you, and you're not the only one who's worked with Heather in the past."
The CIT shook her head. "I just don't know, Bridgette. I don't even have the spirit for competition, and I always do! Even when I'm losing!" Bridgette patted her hand. "You'll get that spirit back."
"How come you're so nice, Bridgette?" her friend asked. "I was... so sure you'd be furious at me for having voted Geoff off."
"I was hurt," Bridgette admitted, "still am, a little. But I will see Geoff again. He isn't gone for good."
Courtney nodded, managing to look up at her friend. "I really didn't know you two hadn't seen each other that much after TDI."
"Only a couple times, to be..."
Her attention was diverted when she saw Heather coming close to pawing Ezekiel. Her face twisted in anger. "I cannot believe she's trying to seduce him."
"It's really quite typical of her," Duncan replied with a nod. "She'll do anything to win-"
They were interrupted when there was loud crashing from the kitchen.
"You get your hands off of my lucky spatula, tool boy," Chef Hatchet was screaming.
"You keep it with all the others," cried out a voice that none of the campers knew, "how am I supposed to know that was Sherry?!"
"Don't call her by her name out loud, I don't want those idiots out there knowing!"
"Fine. What do you want me to call her?"
Chris had escorted the thirteen campers out of the cafeteria, but he was unable to get Owen out of there; the large teenager wouldn't stop eating the delicious breakfast, and was eating so loud that they couldn't hear part of what Chris was saying.
"Now campers, your new challenge is gonna be-"
"NOM NOM, DELICIOUS, NOM NOM NOM-"
"... you are more than likely going to have problems with-"
"OOO KETCHUP DON'T MIND IF I DO!"
"... and thus I have decided to be generous, but be cruel by-"
"THIS IS AWESOME, I COULD EAT THIS ALL DAY-"
"... thus it is time to introduce your next challenge!"
He walked over to a large object covered by a tarp, and yanked it off. It revealed a large kart with four seats, two in front and two in back.
"You all are going for the Wawa-Kart-Na Grand Prix," Chris declared, throwing his hands up in the air. "And there are four teams are going to be driving-"
"OH THE FLAVOR SCREAMS TO ME, I LOVE IT, YUM YUM YUM-"
Chris closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he retained his patience. "You all will be driving the Wawa-Kart-Na Pinto 5000!"
"No no no no no no, Chris-o."
A young man about the same age as the campers approached them. He was wearing a brown jumpsuit, filthy with oil and dirt stains. He looked at Chris and then the kart with lazy eyes, the same kind Bridgette had. Running a hand through his scruffy brown hair, he chuckled.
"Chris, there's no way you're having these nice people drive this piece of crap," the new teenager said, shaking his head.
The host looked startled. "Why not, Joel?"
"Observe," he said before giving it a light kick to the front bumper.
The front bumper clanked off. Then the engine ejected from the front hood with a fiery explosion, and the seats unraveled, falling apart. The wheels collapsed and popped, the steering wheel rolled away, and the ashtray dropped out.
Chris blinked, then shrugged. "Well sure, it wasn't really built for swift kicks to the bumper."
Joel sighed, then shoved the host to the side. "No no no, my good host. What we need is the..."
He walked over to another object covered with a tarp, then yanked the protective cover off. It was another kart, similar to the first one except more more shiny and peppered with decals; it was an impressive sight to behold.
"... the Wawanakwa Love Buggie," the new teen said. He gave it a kick to the front bumper, and nothing happened. "Far more safe."
Harold and Cody began clapping. Tyler and Duncan let out wild cheers and pumped their fists in the air. Gwen and Izzy smirked, rubbing their hands together. The other campers didn't look as interested, but much more at ease than when they saw the Wawa-Kart-Na Pinto 5000.
"This is gonna be great," Izzy cheered. "I've gotta license, you know."
"You are not driving," Noah snapped, crossing his arms.
"Am too! I'll run over the other teams!"
"You proved his point," Duncan chimed in, "you are not driving!"
"Au contrarie," Joel replied, shaking his head. His voice stayed calm, despite how Izzy was now yelling about injustice, discrimination, and jellybean sympathizers. "In this challenge-"
"Hey, you're doing my job," Chris declared, pushing Joel by the shoulder.
"Well gee, Chris, what'd you invite me here for then?"
The host cleared his throat, then gestured to the brunette man. "This, everybody, is Joel. He is going to be one of the new challengers for the next season of Total Drama! He's the first chosen, that is."
Joel waved. "I look forward to seeing you all moreso next season."
"That's pretty cool," Gwen started, then her eyes bulged. "Wait a minute! We're gonna be forced into the next season too!?"
The young inventor blinked. "Um, didn't you know that?"
Gwen grabbed her hair, then let out a furious howl. Cursing under her breath and mumbling, she turned away from the host.
"I hadn't told them yet," Chris said, grinning.
"Apparently," Joel remarked, resting his wrench on his shoulder. "By the way, why'd you say they get the winners of this in-between seasons season get their choice on how they want to be on season two of Total Drama if all twenty-two of them are gonna be on it?"
"We hadn't written that far ahead."
Leaving a very confused Joel behind him, Chris stepped forward towards the thunderstruck campers. "Yes, you're all gonna be on the next Total Drama! But don't forget how you are all here to win ten thousand dollars!
"And the drama that has been taking place is... AWESOME!"
Speaking of awesome, the entire island shook as Owen let out an appreciative burp. "Well," Duncan remarked, "better that way than the other."
The island shook again as Owen farted, and everyone clamped their noses shut.
"Well then," Chris strained to say as he used both hands to clamp his nose shut, "you are going to be divided up into four teams of three, though one will have a fourth member.
"In this challenge, you will be driving all over this island, trying to find Hot Stops! Hot Stops are marked by a large board on a flagpole, where one member of the team has to get out and perform the task written on the board.
"Once the task is done, you will take the flag off the pole and keep it with you. There are fourteen Hot Stops on the island in total, and you need to have three flags to win. Finish line is back her, at the starting line.
"Now you have to have every member perform a task at a Hot Stop, the team with four members not withstanding. The driver has to switch after every Hot Stop. Once you get three flags, head back here."
Chris crossed his arms, proud to announce all of the rules. "Oh," he continued, "and if you total your kart-"
"Please don't," Joel shouted.
"... then your team is disqualified. The first two teams to get to the finish line with three flags win, or the last two teams standing. Any questions? Beth?"
The farm girl nodded, pleased to be acknowledged. "Well, I wath justht wondering why Joel wath here."
"Good question, Beth, you get a cookie," the host said as he tossed a peanut butter cookie to the young girl. "To answer that, Joel here was needed for this challenge. He is the first and so far only pick of season two, because of his audition tape."
"That's it?" Cody asked. "That impressive of a tape?"
"Well, it wasn't the tape itself, just that he flew it over to our headquarters to hand-deliver it."
"He has his own plane?!" Harold asked, looking awed.
"He built the darn thing," Chris pointed out.
The others took this in awed consideration, until Eva snapped, "Hey wait a minute! So it was you who woke us up this morning!"
Joel blanched, though he continued to stare calmly. "Errm... yes. Chris's plane is in repairs, and he asked me to-"
He ducked as Eva hurled a rock at him.
(Confession Cam x Dressing Room)
Chris Maclean - "Ahhhh, that's how to sell your audience, folks. Show them a preview of what is in store next season, and they'll eat it up. Works well for Pokémon, I hear."
Izzy - "At first I thought Joel was the jelly bean smuggler, but he's clean. Well, as clean as a mechanic can be."
Noah - "Interesting future competition."
Joel - "Whoa, that Eva is mean. I hope I don't get paired up with her next season." \He looks around, then at the camera.\ "Wait, am I allowed to use this? ... Hehe, booyah."
Joel held up his hands in defense. "Hey, I did make you breakfast this morning!"
"Ooo, you made that?" Beth exclaimed, jumping into the air with joy. "It was deliciousth!"
"Thank you!"
Chris clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Now let me announce the teams so you all can get into those beautiful karts that Joel made for you!
"The first team will be the Sunday Drivers! On this team will be Tyler, Duncan, and Beth!"
The three exchanged glances. The jock and the punk exchanged grim looks, while Beth looked nervously at the tension between the two men.
"The second team will be the Tire Squealers! On this team will be Izzy, Bridgette, and Noah!"
Izzy clapped and leapt from foot to foot, giggling like the mad, crazy girl we all know and love. Bridgette and Noah both looked like they were requesting to "Dodge the Firing Squad."
"The third team will be the Vroom Vroomers! Woohoo! They will be Gwen, Cody, and Eva; hope you all have made up for the past struggles.
Cody smiled and looked over at Gwen, who smiled back. They looked over at Eva, who snarled in a non-smiling way.
"And the last team will be the Red Light Runners," Chris couldn't help but cackle as he looked at the remaining campers. "You all should have seen it coming: Ezekiel and Heather, Courtney and Harold!"
Courtney flinched, looking horrified. Harold's comforting smile to her didn't help much, since she stared at his wheelchair, guilt-ridden. Ezekiel was almost knocked over from surprise as Heather tackle-hugged him, wrapping her arms around him.
"You should all know that the winners of this team get a delicious dinner for tonight," Chris informed them, "while the two losing teams... get Chef's meatloaf, fresh off of Sherry!"
The campers gasped, gulped, and whimpered in horror. Chef's eyebrows and hands twitched, and he seriously came close to running over to the host and throttling him.
"Well then," Chris continued, "you all get a little time to get to know your teammates a little better, if you don't already! You have thirty minutes-"
He was interrupted as Ezekiel let out a sudden cry, leaping into the air. The campers whirled around to him as he pointed accusingly at Heather and cried out, "She pinched my butt, eh! What's that all a'boot?"
(Confession Cam - Now that's Fresh TV!)
Owen - "Hehe, what a lucky guy, pretty girl pinching his toosh."
Beth - "Heather being fresh makesth me sthick to my sthtomach."
Bridgette - \She snarls and clenches her fists.\
Joel - "Personally, I'm an E x H fan; she just really needs to change her attitude. I mean really, really, really..."
(Sunday Drivers - Tyler, Duncan, Beth.)
Tyler and Duncan continued to stare at each other, most unfriendly. Beth looked between the two, nervously tapping her fingers together.
"Tho...," she started.
"Look, jock boy," Duncan interrupted, "I know you and I have never really got along, but it's time for us to."
"Oh really, dude?" Tyler asked, crossing his arms so tight that it looked ridiculous. "Because I want to know one good reason why I should smash this car into a tree and vote you off!"
"You can't do that," Beth protested, waving her arms in the air. "I wanna drive that thing, it looksth tho cool!"
Duncan and Tyler looked at her, then at each other. "I...," Tyler started to say, scratching the back of his head, "actually really want to drive it too."
"Yeah, me too," Duncan admitted. "You know, us three, we're gonna be true Sunday Drivers out there, I can feel it! We're gonna shred those other teams!"
Tyler and Beth let out loud cheers. "To one helluva wild ride," Duncan continued his morale speech, "and to getting another delicious meal!"
"Yeth," Beth cheered.
"I'm gonna drag race this place to outer space," Tyler cheered.
(Tire Squealers - Izzy, Bridgette, Noah.)
Izzy was now struggling to get to the kart, squirming and squealing in joy. Noah's arms were the only thing holding her back, keeping her from hijacking the kart and spinning donuts in front of the cafeteria.
"And then I'm gonna rev up the engine outside my neighbor's house, because he always does that to me," Izzy ranted, cackling, "and then, I'm gonna hang more airtime than Chris gets with his airplane-"
"Can we get a leash or something?" Noah shouted to Bridgette.
"Don't be ridiculous," the surfer replied. "She'd chew through it." The environmentalist was too busy watching Courtney and Harold, and Ezekiel and Heather. She couldn't help but let her attention wander, as what her friends were going through was more troublesome than a hyper Izzy.
"Bridgette," Noah called to her, "will you get a tranquilizer? A sedative?"
"Noah, please, can't you handle the redhead?" Bridgette snapped back. Her mood was going sour, as Heather was behind Ezekiel, wrapping her arms around him and pressing up close.
"Look, you can watch Heather spoon Zeke later! Get me a glass of warm milk or something!"
"Honestly, Noah," Bridgette shouted, clenching her fists, "quit being so lazy and calm her down. It shouldn't be that hard!"
"A church choir doing slumber music couldn't relax her at this point!"
The surfer girl rubbed her temple, staring at the four in concern. Ezekiel was looking more nervous with every move Heather made, every step she took, Bridgette was watching them.
Noah finally let go of Izzy, and the redhead bolted for the kart. The brainiac started licking the steering wheel, and Noah realized she couldn't do more than that, mostly because he still had the keys.
"Look, Bridgette," Noah said, letting Izzy do whatever she wanted to do with the kart, "you've got a big circle of friends and you're close to them, right?"
"Yes...," she said, hesitantly, "how'd you know? You and I are hardly together during these challenges."
"You remind me of one of my sisters," Noah remarked, "attitude, concern, and even the ponytail."
Bridgette shrugged. She glanced over at Heather again and sighed. "Have you ever had really bad feelings about someone a friend or sibling of yours was into?"
"Except Zeke isn't into her."
"But she keeps coming on to him, and he's... he's not experienced with girls being treacherous."
"You worry too much. How could Ezekiel forget that Heather was the one who stole his Zed? ... Errr, Z medallion?"
"I don't know," Bridgette admitted as she narrowed her eyes at Heather, "but I'll be damned if I let her continue to hurt and manipulate people."
(Vroom Vroomers - Gwen, Cody, Eva.)
"And I'll be damned if I let Heather continue to survive Total Drama Comeback," Gwen declared. She was gripping Cody by the shoulders, almost shaking him. "You got that?"
"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"
"I can't hear you, lady britches," Eva yelled at him, punching his palm.
"MA'AM, YES MA'AM!"
"Good," Gwen shouted in complete drill sergeant / Chef form. She let go of Cody, then smiled at him. "Cody, I know you can do this. You've done pretty well this season, you did well last season-"
"Minus the bear," Eva quipped.
Gwen glared at her for a brief second, then turned back to Cody. "And I know you can do this well too! You want to drive first?"
"You just gimme the keys, Gwen," he said, beaming at her, "and I'll crash this challenge!"
"Hey wait wait wait," the fitness buff shouted, throwing her fists into the air. "I want to drive!"
"We all get to drive, Eva," the goth girl replied, rolling her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, I'm not being bossed around by you!"
Gwen and Eva glared at each other, Gwen erect and arms crossed, Eva hunched over and glaring up at her. Cody was half-excited to see a cat fight between the two ravenhaired girls, and half-terrified too; last thing he wanted to see was Gwen hurt.
"Um, girls?" he spoke up, trying to be referee. "Why not let Gwen drive first off?"
Eva and Gwen blinked. They loosened up, then looked at each other again. "Actually, I'm okay with that," Eva said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I just didn't want the skinny boy try to control the kart first off."
"Gee, thanks," Cody replied, nervously chuckling.
(Red Light Runners - Ezekiel, Heather, Courtney, Harold.)
"So... how are we going to go about this?" Courtney asked Harold, her arms crossed behind her back. She couldn't help but continuously glance at his wheelchair.
"Well, I'm not exactly going to be able to drive the kart," the nerd replied, shrugging nonchalantly, "but if we could bring my crutches so I could do a challenge-"
"What?" Courtney cried out. "You, do a challenge? But these are Chris's challenges, you could get killed!"
"No different than any other challenge."
"But we have three other members, Harold, you don't need to do one."
"Except we all know Heather is not the biggest team player."
Courtney looked over at the queen bee, who was snuggling Ezekiel from behind; the prairie boy looked like a cobra or some other snake was slithering around him.
"Well, that is true," the CIT said, "but who is going to drive it?"
"How about you?"
"I'm not a good driver... because I've never driven before," she admitted, wringing her hands. "My dad owns a mini-van, and I was always worried I'd run over a convertible and not notice, so I stalled my driving lessons until... well, still haven't had them."
"Sorry to say this, but you're going to have to at first, Courtney," Harold said, pointing at Heather and Ezekiel. "If we let Heather drive, she'll try to get Ezekiel's attention and crash it. If we let Zeke drive, she'll try to seduce him as he drives, and he'll crash it."
Courtney chuckled nervously. "Probably true. You think Zeke likes her?"
"Dunno, but he shouldn't," he said, and the CIT nodded, glancing over at him again.
Chris looked over the four karts, with the thirteen campers inside. Joel stood nearby him, holding a checkered flag and looking anxious. "Campers, racers," the host shouted out to them, "are you ready to rev it up?"
Duncan was at the wheel for the Sunday Drivers, grinning like a wild maniac. Izzy was gripping the steering wheel of the Tire Squealers, grinning wilder than a wild maniac. Gwen was looking at those two, wondering for their sanity. Courtney gripped the steering wheel in a death grip, worrying and almost shaking.
"They look anxious, one way or another," Joel remarked. "In fact, if you don't shout 'go' soon, they might burst in anticipation."
"Okay then-"
They were cut off by a roar of an airplane engine. A helicopter, one that looked handmade, flew over the campers; Chef was in the pilot's seat, holding a megaphone.
"Alright you driving piles of puke," Chef roared, somehow louder than the small helicopter, "get your engines ready!"
"Get out of my helicopter, you big lug," Joel shouted, leaping up and down.
"You shouldn't have left the keys in it, mecha-boy," Chef shot back, grinning.
"Really? Then I'm gonna go introduce Sherry to the septic tank," the new boy retorted, stomping over to the cafeteria.
Chef cringed, then shouted into the megaphone, "Alright, all right, I'll get down! But campers, are you ready?"
"Yes," Duncan and his teammates shouted.
"Yes," Gwen and her teammates shouted.
"I'm gonna burn all the wheels of this kart off," Izzy roared.
"Please save us," her teammates shouted.
"Then ready...," Chef roared, "steady... get set... rev up... start up... prepare... and GO!!"
Two karts shot forth like bullets from gun barrels, Duncan's and Izzy's. Gwen's followed after, teammates rooting loudly for her. Courtney's kart putt-putt-putted after them, the kart looking as scared as the driver.
"Go faster, eh," Ezekiel shouted, waving his fists in the air. "C'mon, Courtney, we wanna go faster!"
"I don't dare go faster," the CIT whimpered, "I don't even know to drive!"
"I'll trust ya to go faster," the prairie boy shouted. "Now raise your hand if you wanna go faster-AWK!!"
Heather grabbed Ezekiel and pulled him close. "C'mon, you big boy, we have the back seat to ourselves!"
"What's that supposed to mean-AWK!"
The queen bee pulled him down in the back seat, and she began kissing his face and neck. Ezekiel was struggling, but also trying not to fall out of the kart in the process. Harold looked back at this, then over at Courtney.
"I think we should have had one of them up here," Harold remarked. "Gosh. They're going at it like you and Duncan, except he's resisting."
"Harold," the CIT chided him, her face flushing. She couldn't help but giggle as she continued to drive the kart.
(Confession Cam - Not quite the back seat...)
Izzy - "Zoom zoom, little Izzy buggy, she's real fine my kart of mine, and I'll have fun fun fun..." \She begins humming a lot of songs mixed into one, miming a steering wheel in front of her.\
Tyler - "Okay, I may be mad at Duncan, but he's one helluva driver! Cowabunga, baby!"
Gwen - "It's really fun to drive one of these things! That Joel guy's pretty good at making these things. Better than those Wawa-Kart-Na Pinto 5000s, they were probably Chris's idea."
Heather - \She smacks her lips then looks up at the ceiling in thought.\ "Zeke's actually, when not fighting like a wussy, a lot of fun to try and kiss... don't think I'll tell him that, but I can sure admire it. Would be more fun if he didn't struggle..."
\Her eyes go wide.\ "Wait a minute, what the hell am I saying?! No, it's part of the stradegy! I don't like him! No no no no no..."
Chris watched the karts race across the island, chuckling mostly at how Izzy's driving was making Bridgette cling to her seat for dear life, and Noah puking over the side.
"Hit a squirrel there," the host remarked.
"Sad sobbing saints, the poor thing," Owen shouted, bursting into tears.
"No no no, Owen, I meant Noah's puke hit the squirrel."
"Oh... well, I still feel bad for him."
Chris nodded, then sighed as one of the television screens started to blur. "Oh hell. Joel, can you fix that?"
"I'm on it," the young inventor said, fiddling with the wires behind the screen. Soon the blur disappeared. "There you go, Chris, and none too soon. After all, we need to know...
"Which two teams are going to win this racing contests? And what are the challenges that await them at the Hot Stops?
Do Courtney and Duncan have any chance to survive should they lose? Does Heather? Is she trying to give Ezekiel the tongue?
"Is Izzy completely psychotic? Is Duncan? Is this relationship between Heather and Ezekiel going to work if she keeps going 'no no no no no'?
"Tune in for the exciting part of Day 10 on Total... Drama... COMEBACK!"
Chris watched as Joel shouted at the camera, then he nearly blew up. "You stole all my lines," he yelled, waving his hands in the air. Chef and Owen began laughing at the host, pointing at him and jeering.
Part 2, shift to Gear 2.
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Yes, yes, yes! I am planning to write out season two, with my own twenty-two original campers joining up with our beloved twenty-two originals. Joel is the Inventor, and I hope you like him. He is like Owen and Harold, based off a certain popular character. Hehe!
Sunday Drivers - Tyler, Duncan, Beth.
Tire Squealers - Izzy, Bridgette, Noah.
Vroom Vroomers - Gwen, Cody, Eva.
Red Light Runners - Ezekiel, Heather, Courtney, Harold.