Disclaimer - The rights of Total Drama Island and its characters belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and all those associated with the show. No profit is being made by this fanfiction. Any spelling or grammar errors in this story are not endorsed, encouraged, or enforced by this fanfiction.
To Everybody's Questions and Comments - Boy, a lot of you want to see kissing. Don't make me resent my own story (man, I hate being single).
Also, the two 'main' characters of this story has been removed. There won't be any 'mains' until the story is over, to avoid any possible hints in the following days and challenges.
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And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
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Chapter 36 (Day 12, Part 2) - Blood, Sweat, Toil, and Syrup
Ezekiel drummed his fingers on his arm. "This reminds me of a musical, really. One of those my mother always forced me to watch, eh. There's all this suffering and pain and warbling screams. Not like one of the fun musicals, where people run up the walls, eh."
"I don't dance," Eva remarked.
"I don't sing," Harold replied.
"I don't want to be known for a teenybopper princess," Courtney said, crossing her arms. "No one's going to remember me as the girl with the lowest neckline and a miniskirt."
"There's an image," Bridgette said, smiling at the CIT.
Chris Maclean cleared his throat and drummed his fingers against the console he stood in front of. His time in front of the camera had been reduced by seconds, seconds, so he needed to swing the screen time back to him.
"And we're back with The Screams of the Thirteen," Chris announced, "and the Scre-"
"Why do you keep saying, 'we're back'?" Noah asked, scowling at the host. "We didn't go anywhere. We've been sitting at the tables, waiting for you to announce the next challenge."
"Correction," Izzy chimed in, "you were screaming and running for your life from Eva. We were the ones sitting at the table the majority of the time."
"Details, detai-"
"You were also hiding from her," Gwen remarked, "under the table for a couple minutes."
"Whimpering and trying to give yoursthelf lastht rites," Beth said.
(Confession Cam - It was Eva, give him a break.)
Noah - \is sulking bitterly\ "Yeah, if we had been on commercial break then, that would have been a secret. Thank you, Gwen; thank you, Izzy; thank you, Beth. Thank you so bloody much!"
Eva - "Noah runs pretty fast for a bookworm."
"Now let's get back to the contest we were having so much fun with," Chris declared, and spun the arrow. "The next challenge is from... Justin!"
Courtney and Gwen took to center stage, and the glares they gave each other were nearly fatal. The other campers, even ones as tough as Eva, shivered at the intensity of their rivalry.
"You're going down, Gwen," Courtney snarled, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, I beg to differ," the goth girl countered.
"Your challenge, most hostile ladies," Chris cut in, popping up in-between the two, "is Overtoasted Marshmallows!"
Owen walked over to the two girls, holding a couple sticks. On the end of each was a charred marshmallow, one still burning slightly.
"Your goal is to eat this overly toasted marshmallow, every ashen bit," the host explained it to them.
Gwen licked her fingers and squeezed out the tiny flame on her marshmallow, then nibbled at it. Wincing horribly, she looked over at her opponent. "Think you can do it, Ms. Goody Two Shoes?"
Courtney snarled, then nibbled at the marshmallow herself. She gagged, but continued to nibble at it. She had three-quarters of it done before she had to stop because her gagging was getting too strong. The CIT looked over at Gwen, who hadn't touched her marshmallow again yet.
"What, too burnt for you?" Courtney taunted her, still spitting and hacking.
"No, just wanted you to gag as much as possible," the goth girl replied, grinning. Opening her mouth wide, she stuck the whole, charred marshmallow into her mouth. She pulled it off with her teeth, chewed a few times, then swallowed.
The CIT's jaw dropped as the goth girl struggled not to throw up, and succeeded. Gwen twirled the stick around and strutted back over to her team. Courtney, furious, threw the stick on the ground.
"Why are you friends with that freak?" she asked Bridgette as she sat down with her team. "She's such a...-"
"Courtney, please," Bridgette cut her off. "Let's just concentrate on the contest."
Chris watched Gwen as the goth high-fived her teammates. "Another point for the Screaming Gophers, making it eight-five their lead!
"The next challenge comes from... Tyler!"
Izzy and Ezekiel were chosen, though when the prairie boy saw the redhead grin and wave at him, he scurried back to his team. "No no no no no," he chanted as Eva and Courtney pushed him back. "Not her, anybody but her, eh!"
"Zeke, get your prairie butt out there and win this," Courtney shouted. "We're losing, and you cannot just back out like Noah does!"
As the egghead scowled at her, Ezekiel looked at Izzy worriedly. The redhead bobbed on her feet and said, "Awww, Zeke relax, these challenges aren't so dangerous. What could possibly be so bad?"
"Your next challenge is...," Chris announced, as he read off a card, "... Flaming Batons!"
Chef Hatchet was holding the two batons, lighting the ends on fire. He grinned sadistically and twirled them both in one hand.
"See, Zeke?" Izzy said to the prairie boy, who had frozen in terror ever since the name of the challenge had been announced. "It's not that dangerous!"
As if on cue for a cruel joke, Chef Hatchet dropped one of them and it lit his dress on fire. Screaming in terror, the large man ran around as his dress was consumed in fire.
"Stop, drop, and roll, Chef man," Chris shouted, "stop, drop and roll!!"
The giant man did as told, and he lay there in charred tatters of his dress, revealing his heart polka-dotted boxers, garter belt, and stockings.
"I think he's done, stick a fork in him," Noah remarked.
Ezekiel, who's eyes were bugging out, turned to Bridgette. "My father gets all my archery stuff, tell my mother I loved her cooking moo'r than anything, make sure Tyler gets his iPod back, and you can have my-"
"Zeke man," Chris shouted, tossing him one of the batons, "your task here is to perform some great tricks with the flaming batons! I'll be the judge, now go!"
The prairie boy nervously took one of the flaming batons, and started to twirl it in one hand. Years of twirling a pencil in thought at home paid off, and he soon was spinning it wildly.
Before he could give it a toss, Izzy was bouncing around him, doing cartwheels and spilts-kicks. He swore he could smell something burning, and looked down at the stage floor.
"Izzy, did you light the stage on fire?" he asked.
With his back to his teammates, the Killer Bass gasped in horror as they saw Ezekiel's jacket had caught on fire. Bridgette and Harold started screaming at him to stop, drop, and roll.
(Confession Cam - Ohhhh, that's our Izzy!)
Ezekiel - \scowling angrily\ "Have I mentioned how much I don't like being around that girl, eh?"
The prairie boy lay on the ground, panting. Smoke rose from the back of his jacket, which Izzy waved it away.
"I think you're still smoldering right there, Zeke," she said as she licked her fingers and attempted to squeeze it out.
"Please," he groaned, "do not... get... near me."
Chris Maclean, laughing at others' pain as usual, clapped. "Well, another point for the Screaming Gophers! It's 5-9 them, and our next challenge comes from-"
"Hey, wait a minute," Courtney shouted. "How come Izzy won? She merely set Zeke on fire! How's that a trick?"
"Well, it made me laugh, and I'm the judge," Chris replied, grinning at her scowling face.
"I hate how he's host," she grumbled, sinking back in her seat. Bridgette nodded in agreement.
"I heard that! Now, the next challenge comes from... Sadie!"
Harold and Cody took to center stage, giving each other the steeliest, nerd glares they could. One thing all non-nerds should know, there's nothing more determined than a nerd on a mission.
"Your challenge from the BFFF is... Feather to Feet!"
Cody and Harold were shoved into chairs by Chef, and their shoes and socks were yanked off. Owen handed Chef a very long, fluffy feather, then pulled one out of his pocket; his was a little crumpled, and had some food crumbs stuck in it.
"First one to laugh loses," Chris told them. "And go!"
Chef began tickling Harold, and Owen ticked Cody, rubbing the feathers on the soles of their feet. Cody bit his lower lip, he began to twitch, and his face turned bright red.
Harold looked bored. "Yeah, that's, like, not going to work there, Chef," he informed the cook. "My feet are pure callous, from all the hiking I do in Possum Scouts."
"Shut up, lanky boy."
"And there's the extensive ninja training. I could kick a hole through the cabin wall, really!"
Cody was scrunched up, shaking violently; Izzy was sure he was going blow up. Finally, the tech-geek burst out laughing, almost falling out of the chair.
"Stop stop, I beg you," he managed to choke out as he kicked his feet, accidentally catching Owen in the face with a kick. The tech-geek choked, hiccuped, and finally fell out of the chair.
"That's 6-9, thanks to Harold," Chris pointed out. "Next challenge comes from... Geoff!"
The campers all blanched, and in the end, Eva was the only one willing to go on the Killer Bass. The Screaming Gophers shoved Heather out there, and the queen bee was than thrilled by this.
"Your challenge is Whip Cream Sculptures," the host explained to them. "Make the best sculpture you can out of whip cream, and I'm going to judge!"
While Heather let out a sigh of relief, Eva began to panic inside. As she began to spray some of the cream on a plate, she realized how difficult modeling with whip cream could be. Her fingers and face soon had a great deal of whip cream on them.
Heather created a model of the totem pole at the Wawanakwa campground, grinning proudly. Eva had something that look like the dog had chewed beyond recognition.
Chris looked at Eva's first. "Um, what is that, Eva?" The fitness buff fervently tried to think of a viable object that could justify this creamy mess.
"The Thing?"
The host stared at it for a moment, then shrugged and smiled. "Meh, that's cool. It actually does look a lot like it."
He headed over to Heather's, and looked at the tall totem pole of whip cream. "Now this," he started to say, "is not bad, Hea-"
Eva reacted fast. After a quick study of the planks on the stage floor, she stomped one that was connected to the table Heather's sculpture was upon. With a violent wobble, the white, creamy totem pole toppled and fell on Heather with a delicious sounding splat.
Chris burst out laughing at her shocked expression (as did Gwen, Beth, Courtney, and Harold). "Well, sorry, Heather, but I guess that means Eva wins."
"What are you saying?" the ravenhair shouted, wiping the whip cream from her eyes. "She knocked it over-"
"Didn't see her do that. Anyway, it's 7-9 now, Screaming Gophers. Next is..."
(Confession Cam - Whipped, creamed, and owned!)
Heather - \still coated with whip cream\ "I... hate... that man!"
Eva - \licking whip cream from her fingers\ "Well hey, she would have done the same to me if I had a better project. C'mon people, you gotta fight fire with fire."
"... Katie! It's time for Noah's girl to have you all humiliate yourselves in some way!"
Bridgette and Izzy took to center stage. Noah refused to do this one, and when asked why, he refused to say.
"Your challenge is... Monkey Imitations," Chris announced. "Do your best imitation of a monkey, and you win! Chef judges this time around."
"Well, we win," Heather said as she wiped the rest of the whip cream from her face. "There is no way Izzy can lose this one."
On the stage, Izzy was jumping around like a monkey already, and Bridgette was close to follow. Both making accurate monkey grunts, they began to pick at each other's hair for pests.
"How about we photograph this and blackmail 'em for years?" Eva asked, grinning wickedly.
" 'Blackmail' Izzy with embarrassing photos?" Courtney repeated.
"Yeah... I realized how stupid that sounded right after I said it."
Bridgette stood on her hands, still chirping and grunting like a monkey. At this, Chef clapped and grinned. "Aww, I love it when monkeys do that," he shouted, grinning like an idiot. "Blond girl wins, blond girl wins!"
The Screaming Gophers immediately began protesting. As Heather shouted about how unfair and biased the judging was, Izzy, who hadn't dropped the act yet, began to pick at the queen bee's hair.
"No jellybeans in her hair," she said to Cody, confusing the tech-geek.
"It's 8-9, and the Killer Bass have almost tied this up," Chris announced. "The next challenge comes from... Joel! Our special guest star is going to show his cruel roots!"
Ezekiel and Noah took the challenge, the two giving each other sly grins.
"Your challenge is Kart Air Time!" A ramp rose up on the right end of the stage, and the two karts, driven by Chef and Owen, were driven onto the left side.
"See who can get the most amount of air time with the two remaining karts that Joel made for us a couple competitions ago," Chris declared.
Ezekiel and Noah sat into a kart each, exchanged glances, then revved up their karts.
"Get ready...," Chris said, holding up a checkered flag, "get set... and GO!"
He waved the flag, and the two boys raced forward. When they shot up the ramp, both karts soared through the air.
One went riderless, though, as Ezekiel's kart bounced at the tip of the ramp, knocking the prairie boy's seat out of the kart. He was sent cart wheeling back through the air, screaming and holding the now-detached wheel of his kart, and crash-landed back on the stage.
Noah, whooping and pumping his fists in the air as he soared, was luckier, as his kart gained serious air time and landed safely. Ezekiel's kart landed on its bumper, bounced, then exploded on its second landing.
"And Noah wins," Chris shouted through his bullhorn.
(Confession Cam - Exploding karts are cool!)
Joel - "Oh my, oh my word. Another one destroyed, I should never have let Chef near them."
\He looks around, then blinks.\ "Oh wait, I'm not supposed to be seen here, am I?" \He pulls out a smoke pellet, and drops it; the confession cam is filled with smoke.\
"Okay, as Chef cleans up the mess," Chris said, noting the flaming wreck that Chef was desperately trying to put out with a fire extinguisher (he also noticed smoke coming from the Confession Cam, but he didn't know how that was possible), "we go on to the next challenge!"
Ezekiel, rubbing his head where he had landed on it after being through from his kart, groaned. "Why is it every time he says we're catching up, we lose again?"
"Yeah, that jerk, jinxing us like that," Harold agreed.
"Our next challenge," the hexing host said as he spun the arrow, "is... from Owen!"
Once again, Heather was shoved onto the stage by her teammates. Harold volunteered for his team, looking determined.
"Your challenge is the Toilet Paper Munch," Chris declared, grinning wickedly. "Our lovable intern decided whoever can finish eating a roll of toilet paper."
Harold and Heather looked more revolted and terrified than they ever had in their entire life.
"It's not used toilet paper, guys," Owen assured them.
Both looked intensely relieved.
When they were handed a roll, Heather looked disgusted at the idea of eating toilet paper. "People wipe their butts with this," she shouted, jabbing it with a finger.
"But it's double-quilted for comfort's sake," Cody called out.
"Please don't eat the Charmin," Gwen remarked.
"Dork faces," Heather yelled at them.
Harold was taking bites out of the roll. When he had managed to reduce a large amount of the toilet paper, he began to unroll it and gobble it down.
"Oh go ahead," Heather replied, tossing her roll over her shoulder. "Watching you gorge down on toilet paper is more satisfying than winning, because I know Leshawna's watching you do this."
Harold froze, going wide-eyed. He looked at the camera, then at Chris; the nerd looked a mite ridiculous, because a piece of toilet paper was still sticking out of his mouth.
"It's okay, Harold," Chris said, patting his shoulder. "She quits, so you win." Fervently spitting out the toilet paper, Harold stumbled back to his team's table and hid his face.
"That makes it 9-10, Screaming Gophers! Our next challenge comes from...," Chris said, as he gave the arrow a spun.
(Confession Cam - Always contains some TP.)
Harold - "Um, Leshawna babe? I hope this doesn't discourage you from kissing me! It was clean toilet paper, after all!"
Owen - "Those two can be such wimps, hehe! I can easily eat toilet paper! ... But I don't normally! Really, honest!"
"... DJ! What's our football star got this time around?"
Courtney took to the stage, her arms crossed in determination. When she saw Beth was chosen for the other team, she grinned.
"This should be easy enough," she said to herself.
"It's time," Chris cheered, "for the Marshmallow Stuff! Stuff as many marshmallows as you can! Let's see who can shove the most in your big, fat pie holes!"
A large tray of marshmallow was raised from under the stage. Beth whistled, and commented, "That could sthave a lot of campers, huh?"
Courtney didn't bother to answer, she began stuffing them into her mouth. With a shrug, the farm girl began to shove them into her mouth.
The stuffing continued, and both looked like they had shoved tennis balls into their cheeks. Courtney was beginning to strain, while Beth looked fine.
"What the hell?" the CIT thought to herself as she desperately tried to catch up. "Is she part squirrel?"
After a couple more marshmallows, Courtney began to choke on the fluffy, sugary goodness. Harold immediately ran over and karate-chopped her in the back, causing her to spit them all out.
"The winner is Beth," Chris announced.
Beth herself looked very strange, as Courtney's drool-covered marshmallows had hit her in the mouth. It was even more embarrassing when she had remove her own marshmallows when they fell out of her mouth, plop plop plop.
"Yuck," she said, walking away.
"Now it's 9-11, Screaming Gophers still," Chris said. "This contest is getting really good, isn't it folks? Okay then, our next challenge will be from..."
As the arrow spun, Noah looked over at Beth. "Um, Beth? You got marshmallow stuck in your teeth."
"And your metal," Heather remarked, grinning.
The farm girl tried to ignore them as the arrow finally landed on one of the eliminated campers. "It's time for one of Duncan's dangerous dares, folks! Send out your bravest!"
According to their teams, Eva and Gwen were the bravest. The two girls exchanged determined glares, and then glanced over at Chris.
"Duncan's second challenge is the Chainsaw Catch!"
Chef Hatchet dragged a couple chainsaws onto the stage. He started them up, handing one to Gwen and one to Eva. Eva looked like she was asked to perform a chore, and Gwen was staring at the loud chainsaw as if... well, you cannot get more terrified than she was at this moment.
"You are going to toss your chainsaw into the air, and catch it," Chris informed them. "Hopefully, not by the blade. Now... toss!"
The two girls threw their roaring chainsaws into the air. Eva waited patiently as her chainsaw spun in the air, and she managed to catch it by the handle. Gwen, on the other hand, ran away screaming the moment she tossed hers up.
The goth girl's chainsaw chewed into the floor, then raced forward like a toy car. The Killer Bass team screamed and bolted as it headed towards them, and sliced through their table. The four campers ran around, yelling and panicking as the chainsaw continued to tear through the floor.
"Stop it, someone," Chris shouted, standing on his podium and waving his arms. "Stop it before it kills us all!"
A beam that had been severed by both chainsaws thrown into the air finally broke away and fell on his head, K.O.'ing the host.
(Confession Cam - Eeek, don't let it get us!)
Courtney - "Thank you so much for that challenge, Duncan! Playing with chainsaws, have you lost every sense of judgment? Oh wait, did you have any to begin with?"
Izzy - "Well, that livened things up!"
Eva - \laughing\ "Score one for me! I won that challenge AND I managed to hurt Chris in the process! Woohoo!"
"Well," Chris started, looking at the smoldering mess that was once an out-of-control chainsaw; Chef Hatchet had used a flame-thrower on it, scorching most of the set too. "That was fun!"
He rubbed the second bandage that had been applied to his head, this one placed where the beam had hit him. "Now it's 10-11 Screaming Gophers! We're getting close to the end of this challenge, so bring your A-game!
"The next challenge comes from... Trent! Our music man dares you all again!"
Cody and Courtney were on the stage, though the CIT looked very unnerved. "I cannot do this," she whimpered, shaking, "I'm... I'm still recovering from that chainsaw coming at us!"
"Aw c'mon, Courtney," Bridgette shouted to her friend. "It's dead, it's not coming back! You can do this!"
"Show us what you got, Ms. CIT," Eva declared.
"Courtney! Courtney! Courtney," Ezekiel began to cheer, and soon his team joined him for a short chant of their teammate's name.
The CIT took a deep breath, then turned to the host of the show. "So then, what's the challenge?"
"Live Shrimp," Chris exclaimed. "You both will have a live shrimp in your mouth, complete with water so he can swim around in there!"
Courtney shivered, and Cody didn't look so happy about this either. A couple of fishbowls raised up from beneath the stage, filled with water and a live shrimp inside. Chef picked up both bowls and faced the challengers.
"This won't work for Courtney," Gwen shouted. "She's never good at keeping her mouth shut."
The brunette girl hissed at the goth, then snatched the bowl from Chef. She poured the shrimp into her mouth herself. The cook blinked, then poured the other bowl into Cody's mouth.
The tech-geek and the CIT whimpered and clutched their mouths, as the shrimp swam inside their mouths. Courtney strained, shaking her head.
Cody gave in first, as the shrimp started to crawl to the back of his mouth. The tech-geek spat the shrimp back into the bowl, gagging. "Sorry, guys," he apologized to his team.
"And Courtney wins! The score is tied up," Chris cheered as Courtney spat out her shrimp too. "Now this will be getting more intense than ever before! The next challenge will be... from Lindsay!"
Despite her worry over it being Lindsay's challenge, Heather volunteered to do it. Ezekiel took it up for the Killer Bass.
"Awww, the lovebirds are going to be competing in Pasta Slurp," Chris announced.
Chef pulled up two chairs, a small table, and set a bowl of pasta covered with sauce on the table. He pulled out a violin and began to play, rather badly; Courtney took about ten seconds of it before she yanked it away from him and began to play. She was much better.
"As you can see, there is an end of a pasta noodle on both sides. Your assignment, should you choose to slurp it, is to finish your strand before the other.
"Oh, and I'm not going to tell you how old that pasta sauce is!" Ezekiel and Heather grimaced, then sat down at their chairs.
(Confession Cam - Thi-iiiiiiiiiis... is the ni-iiiiiiight...)
Chef Hatchet - "Hehehe, oh, Chris, that kidder. That pasta's only a day old, but I guess it's like a negative placebo that way."
Chris - "We've secretly switched their pasta noodles from two strands to one really long one. Let's watch and see if they notice!"
Heather and Ezekiel began slurping at their end of the pasta noodles. The queen bee winced as she continued, but the prairie boy seemed more okay with it.
"I doo'nt thish ish old," he mumbled out of the side of his mouth. "Quite good, actually-"
"Less talking, more slurping," Courtney ordered him, still playing the violin.
Ezekiel nodded, and began to slurp harder. He and Heather were so determined, they didn't even notice the plate of pasta was diminishing completely. The queen bee and prairie boy leaned over the table in their rush, and when they reached the 'end' of the pasta...
"Ewwww," Courtney shouted, leaping back.
Heather's eyes bulged as she realized she was kissing Ezekiel's lips. She threw herself back in her chair, knocking it back and throwing her in a tumble to the floor.
Most of the campers began cracking up, the exceptions being Courtney and Bridgette, who looked horrified. Ezekiel sat there, wide-eyed, until he licked his lips and looked at his cackling host. "So, who won, eh?"
"Well," Chris mused, looking at a TV screen that was rewinding the events that had just took place, "Heather was leaning closer to you, lover boy, so she got more of the pasta. Guess that means she wants you... I mean, she won."
He pressed the rewind button, and replayed the kiss again. "You two are so cute, you know that?"
"Stop playing that," Heather, red-faced, shouted before heading back to her team. She hollered at her teammates to stop laughing, but it was just too funny to them.
Bridgette tapped her fingers together as she watched Ezekiel sit down with them. "Um, Zeke? You okay?"
"Yeah, Bridge, that sauce wasn't old like Chris said it w-"
"You know what I mean," she interrupted him.
He blinked, then shrugged. "There have been worse things that have happened."
Bridgette opened her mouth, then remembered being stuck in the outhouse Owen had used. "Never mind," she said, sighing.
"Screaming Gophers are leading, and are one point from winning," Chris announced. "Our possible final challenge will be from... Grand Master Chef!"
Harold and Izzy were the only ones who were willing (in the least possible aspect of the word 'willing') to take up the big man's challenge. The chef cracked his knuckles and said, "So which one of my challenges are these wimps taking?"
"It's the Eat Your Hair contest," Chris said.
Chef grinned, then pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket. He cut at the ends of Harold's and Izzy's hair, startling both of them. Then he placed the hair on two plates on the previously used table, and sprinkled a bit of salt on both.
"It's time for you to eat your hair, and your opponent's hair," Chris informed them. "The first to complete his or her plate, or if your foe spits out hair at any time, you will be the winner! Now eat!"
Harold picked at the combination of red and brown hair. "This," he muttered, "is not sanitary, I know it."
Izzy was gobbling her plate down, with her team cheering her on loudly. The Killer Bass cringed, seeing defeat in the very near future.
"Harold, eat the damn hair, you cretin," Eva yelled. "I don't care if you have a dandruff problem, you're eating your hair!"
Izzy immediately stopped eating; even the crazy girl had limitations. "Dandruff?" she repeated, mouth full of hair.
"Y-yeah," Courtney shouted, "and head lice! Your head lice problem is of no concern now!"
"Or your split ends," Eva added.
"SPLIT ENDS?!" Izzy shouted, and spat out the hair in her mouth as fast as she could.
"The Killer Bass win," Chris declared. The Screaming Gophers groaned in defeat.
"Well done, Harold, now we're tied for victory," Courtney cheered, clapping her hands.
Harold was not happy about this, in fact he was snarling furious. "I don't have dandruff," he spat out as he sat down with his team, "or head lice, or split ends! Idiots!!"
(Confession Cam - Oh, the 'hairror'!)
Harold - "Leshawna babe, I swear I don't have any of that stuff! Look!" \He parts his hair and shows it up-close at the camera.\
"And now the final challenge of the night," Chris shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. "We've had fun, barfing, crashes, spills, chills, and even kissing! Now it's time to wrap it all up! And the last challenge will be from...
"Leshawna!"
Bridgette, being the last one in the competing order the contest was set up for, was up for the Killer Bass. Cody was up for the Screaming Gophers.
"Your challenge is, well first, stand on the left end of the stage."
Bridgette and Cody did so, exchanging nervous glances. Chris pushed a button on the console, and a very thick, sticky liquid poured on the two campers.
"Gah," Bridgette choked out, spitting some from her mouth. "Oh no... it's..."
"That's right, it's our nation's pride and joy," Chris cheered, "maple syrup! It's the Maple Syrup Run!"
Chef was pouring a pathway of maple syrup in front of the two competitors, from one of the stage to the other.
"Do you know how difficult this is going to be to get out of hair!?" Cody wailed, gripping his hair.
"What if it hardens?" Bridgette asked, looking just as horrified.
"You'd better hit the showers afterwards then, because the first one to the other side wins," the handsome host replied. "Now...-"
He was cut off when maple syrup was suddenly poured on him. "GAAAH! Who set it up so that maple syrup would pour on me?!"
Owen whistled innocently.
"Okay you two maggots," Chef Hatchet barked, "GO!"
Bridgette took a step, slipped and fell face-first in the syrup. Crying out as she pulled herself up, she wiped as much as she could from her eyes.
"This is going to get stuck in my ears," she grumbled, "and my eyebrows... oh God, it'll rip the skin off me if it hardens!"
"Bridgette, c'mon," Courtney shouted to her. "You can do this, we know you can!"
"Go Bridgette, you're the best, eh," Ezekiel cried out.
"Bridgette, Bridgette, woooo," Harold chanted.
The surfer nodded, wiping more maple syrup from her face. She trudged through the maple syrup, loaded down with the weight of the gooey goodness. Cody, nearby her, was taking one step at a time, his shoes making loud, slurping sounds every time he lifted his feet.
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," their teams cheered for them.
Cody pushed forward while Bridgette fell down again. The surfer spat out more syrup from her mouth, and strained to get up. "No," she cried out, "I'm... I'm stuck! Gah!"
Hearing this, the tech-geek picked up the pace and managed to make it to the other side. Pumping his fists into the air, his team let out loud cheers.
"The Screaming Gophers have won it all," Chef Hatchet declared. "They win, Killer Bass lose!"
Izzy danced on the Screaming Gophers table, Cody and Gwen hugged in celebration, Beth clapped and cheered, and Heather leaned back in her chair and smiled in triumph.
The losing team sunk in their chairs, though none of them looked as upset as Bridgette. The surfer girl, still stuck in the maple syrup, let out a loud sigh.
"Never... gonna... get this out of my hair," she whimpered.
Courtney was there for her friend. She grabbed onto the surfer's jacket from behind, and pulled hard. Eva came to help when the CIT wasn't able to pull her friend free, and even the fitness buff had to struggle to pull Bridgette from the gooey mess.
"So what's that twist about who gets voted off the losing team?" Harold asked.
They all looked around for Chris, who had disappeared ever since the Maple Syrup Run had started. "He hurried to the communal restrooms to wash himself," Owen pointed out.
"And I'm back!" The campers looked over at Chris, who was standing on the stage naked except for a towel around his waist and one around his hair. Some of the campers screamed in horror, some burst out laughing.
"Yeah yeah, enjoy looking at my handsome body while you can," Chris said, managing a grin. "But the twist is actually... a little tricky now. You see, the plan was that whoever managed to complete the least amount of challenges on the losing team would be eliminated. However..."
He pressed a button on his console, and a TV screen lowered down. On the screen were the head shots of the five Killer Bass, each with a number next to them. Eva and Harold had four, Bridgette had two, and Ezekiel and Courtney had one.
"You see here, both Courtney and Ezekiel have the same amount of the lowest score," Chris explained. "Now I cannot have both of them eliminated, so it leaves me to wonder what we do next."
"Why don't you justht let their team vote, and justht for thosth two?" Beth asked.
Chris blinked, then grinned. "Beth, you're a little genius! Chef, give her a cookie!" The cook did so, and Beth happily gobbled it down. "Campers, meet at the bonfire tonight! Courtney, Ezekiel, your fate hangs on the wire, let's hope your friends don't shake you off!"
Bridgette wrung some maple syrup from her hair. "I'm not doing anything until I wash myself! I can feel this hardening as we speak!"
Courtney moved to help her, but Gwen elbowed the CIT out of the way. "Here, I'll help her," the goth girl said, glaring at the brunette. "Wouldn't want you influencing her vote."
Cody was walking alongside Bridgette and Gwen. The goth girl was about to protest, but she realized the tech-geek was also coated in maple syrup. "Cody, you peek, you die, got it?" she instructed him.
"Sounds reasonable," he replied, giving her a smile. "But then you'd have to wash away the blood and the syrup, and that'd get really messy."
(Confession Cam - Blood and Syrup would be a great name for a Canadian rock band.)
Cody - \clean now, clad only by a towel around his waist\ "What I really wanted to say was, 'I'd die the happiest man on Earth', but I know better than that with Gwen."
Bridgette - \clean now, wearing a robe and a towel around her hair\ "I'm really, really torn over this one! Courtney's been my friend, but she's done some bad things. Ezekiel's my friend too, but I'm so worried that the longer he stays with Heather, something bad may happen to him! What do I do?! What do I do..."
Eva - "My vote's obvious."
Harold - "I've made my choice too, and it's not easy, but I feel it has to be done."
Courtney - "This is going to be really close, I can feel that. I hate to lose more than anything, and I prefer not to win with such cruel suspense. It cannot be helped this time, and I have to have faith that the three voting prefer me over Zeke."
Ezekiel - \with a shrug of his shoulders\ "Hey you knoo', if get booted off, I'm actually okay with that. I've had moo'r fun here than anywhere else I've been, eh. So if this is the end of my joor'ney on Total Drama Comeback, then so be it. I have no regrets, eh."
The bonfire ceremony looked strange, considering Ezekiel and Courtney were the only ones sitting on the stumps. The nine other campers watched, some anxious and some passive.
"Okay, campers," Chris said, standing behind the oil drum as per usual. "It's time for out who will be leaving Total Drama Comeback, walk the Dock of Shame, and board the Boat of Losers... with Owen!"
The large teen waved at the others. "Wait, with Owen?" Ezekiel asked. "Why, eh?"
"Well, the contract we had him on lasted only until we got to the Final Ten. So he'll be leaving with whoever loses."
"I really had a lot of fun helping out and getting the contests organized," the large teen said to the contestants. "But it's back to the Plaza des Losers and party hard!"
Owen then let out a very loud fart. Ezekiel and Courtney blanched, and both had a very strong desire to stay. The prairie boy managed to smile at her.
"Well, here we are a'geen, eh."
"Um, I beg your pardon?"
"Remember? It was exactly like this the very first day on Total Drama Island, you and me. You look better this time, though."
Courtney remembered that day, with her swollen eye and wearing a chicken hat. "This looks to be just as close."
"Good luck, eh."
"You... you too."
Chris tapped on the metal tray, where a single marshmallow lay. "Okay, you two, it's time for me to announce who goes and who stays!"
Courtney grabbed the collar of her shirt with both hands and squeezed in tension. Ezekiel, who was content with losing before, was now shaking in anticipation, holding onto his toque nervously.
Bridgette was wide-eyed and biting her lower lip. Harold drummed his left fingers on his right knuckles. Eva tapped her foot impatiently. Heather looked indifferent, but her hands, behind her back, were clenched so hard it hurt her.
"Courtney or Ezekiel, who does it go to?" Chris asked in a singsong voice.
"Stop panning it out and hand it to one of them," Heather shouted.
"Jeez, you people get so impatient when you're not the ones in the hot seat," Chris said. "But anyway...
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"Ezekiel."
The prairie boy blinked, then caught the marshmallow that was flung at him. "Really, eh?" he sputtered.
"What, you'd think I'd lie?" Chris asked.
Courtney slumped in her seat, letting out a sorrowful sigh. "Guess that's it then," she managed to mutter. "That's all for me. So close too..."
Chef Hatchet handed her her suitcase, and the CIT started towards the Dock of Shame. Bridgette hugged her, and Harold patted her shoulder before she boarded the Boat of Losers alongside Owen.
"Okay, Killer Bass," she called out. "This time, our team will go farther! I'm counting on you to do this!" Ezekiel, Eva, Harold, and Bridgette let out cheers and waved at her as she left.
After the island was out of sight, Courtney collapsed in a seat and choked back a sob. Owen looked at her and patted her shoulder. "We all lose some time."
"I just hate losing," she admitted. "It feels like part of my soul is being ripped away."
"That sounds painful," Owen commented, then he flinched. "Um, Courtney?"
"What, Owen?"
"... You'd better get upwind from me."
Courtney's eyes bulged, and she fled to the front of the boat. But when Owen began farting, it didn't do her any good. She could even taste it in her mouth.
"Gah! Owen! What the hell did you eat for dinner?!"
"Mexican."
"That's what you had for breakfast!"
"It was really good Mexican."
The boat ride continued with no more words after that, just Owen farting and Courtney hacking.
"And so, you ten are going on to the Final Ten," Chris told the remaining campers. "No one else is being brought back into the contest! It's just you and nine other people getting in the way for you to win ten thousand dollars!"
"Two of uth win, right?" Beth asked.
"Oh yes, that's true. But I didn't know how to work that into the speech," Chris admitted. "Anyway, it's time for you all to get some sleep and such. Please sleep with one eye open, because now, your friends are your enemies!"
The campers exchanged glances, crossing their arms or scowling. Beth, however, didn't join in this as she had another question. "Are the cabins boys and girls again?"
"No, actually, we are going to keep it Screaming Gophers and Killer Bass," the host informed them. "Now please, get some sleep, we beg of you."
The ten campers walked back to their respective cabins, all wondering what the future may hold.
(Confession Cam - Also going to the Final Ten!)
Ezekiel - "Looks like I'm staying! I cannot deny that I am so TOTALLY happy over this, woohoo! Watch 'oot, 'cause here I come, eh!"
Eva - "It's now a simple method of crushing their heads and spines one by one, until I am the only one left alive! ... I mean, participating, sorry. Maybe I'll let Beth win as well, she's nice."
Noah - \reading a book, then looks up at the camera with a smug smile\ "You expected anything less of me?"
Izzy - "Time for me to kick it into high gear! I gotta find that jellybean smuggler, and I gotta win this! Queen Izzy is gonna make herself ten thousand smackeroos!"
Cody - "If I had known being in the Final Ten would mean being with six gorgeous girls, I would have been stoked enough to win every challenge! Woohoo! I love this show so much right now!"
Beth - \performing a little dance, singing off-key\ "I'm in the Final Ten, I'm in the Final Ten, I'm gonna win it all and we'll shave off Heather'sth hair again!"
Harold - "Alright, I made it to the Final Ten this time around! The victory shall go to me! And to someone else too, but me mostly! YES!"
Bridgette - "I actually think I have a good shot at winning it this time around. All I have to do is not be as clumsy, and I can do this! Wooh-" \She kicks her feet up, banging the camera and causing it to lose the picture.\
Heather - \snarling, with her arms crossed\ "This isn't going to be as easy as I want it to be. Especially with Ezekiel being here, I really wish Courtney stayed; she could still be helpful. And Ezekiel will probably try to kiss me again..." \She starts to drift off, looking wistful; she suddenly realizes she's still on camera, and turns her nose up at it.\
Gwen - "And the suck-itude continues." \She sighs, then flips one of her dyed strands of hair.\ "But I keep telling myself, that if not for the sake of the money and victory, but I have to beat Heather." \She grins at the camera.\ "And I beat you, Courtney, because payback's a bi-"
(Plaza des Losers)
Courtney was lying on the dock at the Plaza des Losers, Geoff waving his hat over her face. Owen had had to carry the CIT off the boat after she fainted from the smell of the big guy's flatulence.
"What on earth did you eat?" Justin asked Owen.
"Mexican."
Lindsay shook her head. "Same thing happened to Paula once. She never did get a call back from that guy."
"Stand aside, everyone," Duncan ordered, shoving people away from Courtney. "The only way to revive the sleeping princess... will be a kiss from her prince!"
"You? A prince?" Tyler scoffed as the punk smooched the unconscious CIT. She hacked and coughed, then looked up at Duncan.
"Oh great," she moaned, "out of the bad smell and in with the bad taste."
"That's no way to treat your Prince Charming," he said, helping her to her feet. "I woke you up, now you must reward me."
"Woohoo," Owen cheered loudly, "Duncan's getting to second base tonight!"
Everyone looked at him awkwardly, and the large teen tapped his fingers together. "Errr, sorry, thought it would fit the mood."
Duncan wiggled his unibrow at Courtney, who scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right Duncan. I want to relax now that I'm here."
"You won't be doin' any of that, girlfriend."
Leshawna was standing a short distance from the crowd, and was rolling up her sleeves. "I seem to remember a certain someone conspiring to get me voted off the island, and the same someone almost crippled my man!!"
"Um, Duncan?" Courtney whimpered as Leshawna stomped towards her. "What do I do?"
"Quit talking, princess, and RUN!!"
Courtney bolted, Leshawna chasing after her yelling, "Get back here, you tramp! I'm gonna wring your CIT neck, do you hear me?!"
The CIT heard her clearly, which caused her to pick up the pace. She was surprised to see Duncan running alongside her. "What are you doing here, Duncan?"
"Oh, force of habit, she's usually chasing me. Plus," he grinned at her, "you'll need someone to pry her away if she does get hold of you."
"How comforting! Now shut up and run faster!
And with Leshawna chasing Courtney and Duncan, the other nine campers laughed and watched, taking bets on if the plus-sized loudmouth would catch the two conspirators or not.
Ezekiel - Courtney.
Courtney - Ezekiel.
Harold - Courtney.
Eva - Ezekiel.
Bridgette - Courtney.
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Courtney - 3.
Ezekiel - 2.
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Voted off List - Owen, Sadie, Geoff, Leshawna, Justin, Lindsay, DJ, Trent, Katie, Duncan, Tyler, Courtney.
Remaining Campers - Ezekiel, Eva, Noah, Izzy, Cody, Beth, Harold, Bridgette, Heather, Gwen.
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Ayup yup, it was time to let Courtney go. Now she's with Duncan, and you can be assured that whenever we pan back to Plaza des Losers, they will be there with their unique brand of flirting.
We're down to the Final Ten now, so it's time to start cheering for whom you want most to win! The challenges have all been set, and I am so stoked, I think I'll give you all a preview of what's in store for the future:
Final Ten - "Are you saying we're repeating the same challenge that we just did?!" Gwen shouted at Chris, furious at the host's audacity. "Don't you have ANY originality?!"
Final Nine - "Your prison bars cannot hold me for long, foolish pigs," Izzy screamed as she shook the bars of her cell. "I'll have my revenge once I bust out of here!"
Final Eight - Chris held up a piece of paper to the campers in front of him. "You all are going on a little hunt, though it's vague, it's island-wide, and the judges, meaning just me, are picky."
Final Seven - "Hello, camper," said the mysterious voice from the unseen speaker, "I want to play a game..."
Final Six - Chef Hatchet strummed on the fake guitar, then he lifted it up over his head and smashed it to pieces on the stage. "Sorry," he apologized, "I always wanted to do that."
Final Five - Chris Maclean, smug as ever, smiled at the campers who had been voted off. "Don't think I'm so tricky like last time. This time you have a say in it more consciously... but you're going to have to put up with a little abuse this time around before you vote."
Final Four - Joel scratched his head, looking worried. "You know, I really don't think Chris Maclean should use machines that can influence nature. With great power comes great responsibility, and that doesn't involve ratings."
The Finals - With this day comes the two winners of Total Drama Comeback! You'll be able to cheer for your favorite among the three, so long as the writer hasn't died, been hospitalized, or gets bored with this and never comes back... just kidding! See you then!