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(narrated by Chris Maclean)
Welcome to Total Drama Comeback...
Last time, we locked up our contestants and threw away the key! And not just Izzy, all nine of them! We told them they had to dig their way out of a jail cell and escape from the jail to win a trip to a grand medical & spa resort!
As the contest carried on, the campers were eliminated by being caught by Chef Hatchet, ever vigilant on his patrols. It came down to Noah and Beth, and both managed to escape! Noah used a handmade catapult, and Beth launched herself using the flag pole.
After the ropes were cut and the campers sent flying, Beth landed on the free side and Noah got electri-fried. With a painful recurring shock, the know-it-all was voted off by the other campers as an act of kindness.
Now we're down to eight campers, and the tension is up. Ezekiel has a photo of Heather from her days as a yucky tween, and it looks like he is anxious to seriously starting courting her. Are Bridgette and Gwen going to approve of Zeke going after Heather? Is he even going to? And has Izzy been on a wild goose chase with this jellybean smuggler (she was caught in my trailer, twice)?
Today is going to be a funny and fast for the first part, then you're due for some of the biggest drama and tension you've ever seen! Are you ready? You'd better be, because this... is Total... Drama... COMEBACK!!
(cue the theme song, and we're good to go!)
Chapter 41 (Day 15, Part 1) - The Least Dangerous Game of Them All
Ezekiel woke up, albeit very slowly and groggily. "Mmmmrgh..."
Harold was about as awake, cleaning his glasses with his shirt. "Hrrrmagh."
"Did Chris fly over us, or did we wake up on our own, eh?" the prairie boy muttered. "I'm so groggy, I cannot remember."
"I kind of woke up on my own," Harold said. "You might have woke up on your own too, or maybe it was," he yawned, "Chris's plane."
"If it was Chris's plane, wouldn't you have heard it?"
"I dunno."
The two boys were quiet for a while, then laughed. "Boy, we sure do sound stupid when we first wake up, eh."
"I'm a little thrown," Harold said. "I had this terrible dream that I was being chased by green creatures."
"I had a rather embarrassing dream too, eh," Ezekiel said, scratching the back of his head. "Um, actually, better not tell."
"Oh no, c'mon," Harold said. "Tell me."
"I dreamt that we were trapped in Total Dray'ma, Chris kept forcing us into season after season. And... I hooked up with Bridgette."
Harold blinked. "Was I still with Leshawna?"
"Yeah."
"Then it's all cool," Harold said, grinning. He put his glasses back on, and let out a long sigh. "Today's the day of a challenge, I can feel it in the back of my neck."
Ezekiel rubbed the back of his neck, then put his hands in his pockets. He felt the photo of tween Heather, and fell silent. He quickly stored the photo in his clothing drawers, then hurried after Harold, who had left for the cafeteria.
(Confession Cam - Yawning right now.)
Ezekiel - "I'm still thinking a'boot what to do with Heather. You knoo', I doo'nt need to court her, I doo'nt need a girlfriend now, eh. I think I'll just tolerate her, maybe even be nice to her... but I think that's it. She's just too mean; yesterday, she tried to direct the camera into the shower when Gwen was in there.
"As for the contest, I'm too close to the finish line to have major doubt, but it'll be difficult. I'd rather see someone else win... except Izzy, because she keeps hurting me, eh!"
Breakfast wasn't too bad, in the sense that no one was puking, gagging, or on the floor whimpering for a fast death from God.
Bridgette, Ezekiel, Izzy, and Harold were sitting at one table, chatting about stuff at home. The surfer girl wouldn't stop talking about how her mother was dating again, and luckily for her, her friends weren't sick of it yet.
Gwen, Cody, and Heather sat at the other table, not saying a word. Cody was trying to talk, but Gwen wasn't in the mood. Ever since the shower incident, she had been so bitter that she didn't want to talk to anyone.
Chris watched them, smiling as if there was a great achievement he had made. "You guys look a little down. Today's challenge should be a good pick-me-up."
"I think I'd rather comb my hair with a porcupine," Gwen grumbled.
"What is it?" Izzy asked, twiddling her fingers.
Before the host could reply, the door swung open and banged against the wall with such force that it made Chris, Chef, and several of the campers cry out in surprise.
"Guys," Beth shouted, her smile practically radiant, "I'm back!"
"Hi, Beth," Gwen grumbled.
"It was a sensational trip, but it's so nice to see you all again!"
The other campers waved and nodded at her, all of them still a little jealous she had won; however, Cody noticed something about Beth.
"Hey, Beth," Cody approached the farm girl, pointing at her mouth. "Did you... did..."
The short girl nodded a great deal, and opened her mouth. A gleam from her teeth caught all eyes.
"Your braces," Bridgette declared. "You got your braces out!"
"I did," Beth cheered. "I got them out at long, long last! I made it a point to say all the stupid words that made me lisp, LISP I say, and now... I don't!"
She was so excited, she glomp-hugged Cody and squealed in joy. The other campers, except Heather, let out loud cheers for her.
"That's nice, Beth," Chris said, clapping a little, "but I was making an announcement."
"Oh Chris," the farm girl said, "the spa said that you would pick up the bill for my orthodonist treatment, among other things."
She handed him a piece of paper. He studied it, his eyes widened, then he fainted.
Now all the campers were pleased with Beth. Bridgette and Gwen were hugging her, Izzy was performing a cheerleader routine, and Harold and Ezekiel were cheering loudly as Cody held Beth up on his shoulders.
(Confession Cam - Lots of zeros, Chris?)
Beth - \She smiles at the camera, showing off her new pearly whites.\ "Isn't it great? The dental treatment they had there was supreme, and I couldn't turn it down! No more lousy lisping... it's like I'm a new person!
"But there still is a challenge to win, and I need to keep up the hard work in order to win! So long as Heather is here, I cannot allow myself to lose!"
After Chris recovered from his fainting spell (they held breakfast under his nose), the host took a deep breath and smoothed out his hair. Beth sat with Gwen and Cody, the three all smiles now.
"Okay, people," the handsome host said, managing to smile despite the bill. "It's time you all remembered that this contest is a free-for-all, that you all are in it for yourselves!
"Heather, I want to see you pulling Gwen's hair! Izzy, you should have Zeke in a headlock! Bridgette, Beth, cat fight! And Harold... um, go insult Chef."
Bridgette sighed and drummed her fingers on her arms. "You know, if people want to work together, you cannot dissuade them."
"This is true, Bridge; however, today, you are forbidden to help each other!"
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, namely me, are picky."
"So it's a scavenger hunt?" Harold asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Chris shook his finger. "Scavenger hunts are specific, but this one is different. This is Scavenger's Judgment, where you must try to appease to the judge on a vague basis!"
"You're the one being vague," Heather exclaimed, crossing his arms. "Can't you just tell us how this challenge works?"
"Glad to," Chris Maclean said, and he handed a sheet of paper to each camper. They looked at it, confused by what the list said. Harold read it out loud:
"Something dangerous...
"Something that you wouldn't want to find in your food...
"Something difficult to find...
"Something that represents Canada...
"Something that reminds us of one of the ex-campers...
"Something to be used as a weapon, but not meant to be...
"Something that represents you indirectly...
"And something that represents Total Drama Island."
Bridgette read the list several times, confused. "What the... these are all way too vague."
"And some look too easy," Gwen remarked. "I mean, the food thing... breakfast here is something you wouldn't find in food!"
"WHAT?!" Chef bellowed from the kitchen. Gwen hunched down in her seat, shivering.
"I found something dangerous," Izzy shouted, holding up Chef's arm. In his hand he was holding a giant cleaver.
"You mean the cleaver or Chef, Izzy?" Beth asked, then she giggled. "Izzy. Izzy Izzy Izzy Izzy."
"What what what what what?" the redhead asked.
"Sorry, I just love being able to say your name without a lisp," the farm girl said, giggling.
"It's like you evolved," Heather snottily commented.
Chris whistled sharply to get their attention. "To answer your questions: the breakfast doesn't make it, Chef doesn't count, and you cannot count the cleaver either.
"Now, you can use the same item for different categories of the list, but as I'm going to be extremely picky this time around, you'd be lucky to get even two on the list from me."
(Confession Cam - Worse than Simon, eh?)
Izzy - "I can do this, regardless of how picky Chris is! Izzy is daring herself to find one thing that fits every category on this list! I can do that, I'm an excellent gatherer!
"And about the contest overall, I'm pretty sure I can win this! Who does everyone call crazy on this show? Me! And only someone truly crazy can win a contest like this!"
Chris waved the paper up in the air. "Now people, I'll be waiting right outside the cafeteria all day. You can come get your items appraised by me at any time, as many times as you can provide, and for any of the eight categories!"
"And we're not allowed to help each other?" Cody asked, looking at Gwen and Beth.
"Yep! Remember that we have cameras all over this island," the handsome host said, happily grinning. "You are to do this challenge alone, and you might want to try to be as quick as you are precise!"
"What's that supposed to mean, eh?" Ezekiel asked. "Is there a time limit?"
"Yes, at about nine PM tonight, but that's not your biggest problem. The problem is that once a person gets all eight items of the list, they get immunity.
"And once seven people get immunity, the last person is immediately booted off the island, and out of the contest; no arguments!"
"Harshness," Bridgette said, borrowing a line from her boyfriend.
Heather, on the other side, shrugged. "This doesn't seem too hard. We find a few things, we give them to you, and no help from others."
"You are so screwed then," Gwen remarked. "No imagination, no help from others... yep, you're dead."
Heather glared at her, then turned up your nose. "You're the one with no imagination, weird goth girl. You'll be walking the Dock of Shame tonight."
"Ooo, cat fight?" Izzy suggested.
"Question," Beth declared, raising her hand. "If there's more than one person who hasn't got all eight at nine o'clock, do we vote?"
"No, the person who has the least amount of successful scavenger finds will be booted off the island."
"What if they have the same amount?"
Chris blinked, then shrugged. "Okay, then you can vote. Jeepers, Beth, you can have a darn cookie now."
He tossed her said cookie, and she gobbled it down. She looked very happy, and said to Cody, "No more having to pick crumbs out between my braces. I am so happy."
Chris couldn't help but smile at the radiant girl. "Okay, the Scavenger's Judgment will start in five minutes. Remember, this is island-wide, so search everywhere! I hope you are all ready!"
(Confession Cam - You can solve an easy sudoku in that time.)
Heather - "Scavenger hunts are so childish, but I shouldn't look this gift horse in the mouth. Chris has put us through much worse, and much more painful. And a challenge that is vague rather than purposefully agonizing is preferable.
"And this contest is mine. I'd like to say to all those that were formally my allies: Lindsay, Courtney, and Duncan. You all should have stuck with me, because I am going to win. Beth, the last of my former allies, will be joining you shortly."
"Now go!"
Upon Chris's words, the eight campers left the cafeteria and began searching all over. Izzy ran into the woods, Bridgette went over to the beach, Cody went into his cabin, and the others were around the campsite.
Bridgette presented sand to Chris. "This is something you wouldn't want in your food," she said.
"No, that's something I wouldn't want in my shoe," the handsome host replied.
Cody presented a shoe. "It could be used as a weapon, like for kicking people."
"No, that'd be your foot, and I don't accept body parts."
Heather presented a rock. "That reminds me of Lindsay, because she's rock stupid."
"Ha ha ha... no."
Everything the campers tried to turn over to Chris was rejected in the first hour. It was getting rather frustrating, and all of them, even Heather, wanted some help from the others.
It was Harold who managed to get the first approval. He held up a beaver, feeding it in the meantime to appease the territorial beast. "Everyone always talks about beavers and Canada. Does this count?"
"It sure does," Chris said, slapping the nerd on the back. "Now please go return him to his home before his family comes here for revenge and eats our cabins."
Harold's victory inspired all of the others, yet Chris remained ever-picky. It was rather frustrating.
Bridgette and Ezekiel were on the beach, with the surfer girl on her hands and knees, trying to comb the sand for something interesting. The prairie boy looked down at her, and though he desperately tried not to think about it, the dream about him hooking up with her kept coming back to his mind.
"Hi, Bridge," he said as nonchalantly as possible.
She looked up and smiled. "Any luck?"
Before he could answer, she cried out in joy at a discovery. The surfer stood up, and bonked her head under his chin. He yelped in pain and clutched his sore jaw.
"Sorry, sorry," Bridgette declared. "I can be so clumsy, I'm really sorry."
"I'll be okay, eh."
As the prairie boy nursed his sore chin, Bridgette held up what she had been looking for. "It's a seashell! I think it represents me indirectly."
"You mean how it's beautiful, but the sharp points can accidentally hurt you?"
Bridgette flushed a little at the compliment, and shrugged. "It might work then?"
"Ayup yup," Ezekiel said, then started to walk off.
"Wait, Zeke!"
She hurried after him, looking earnest now. "Zeke, you're not... serious about Heather, are you?"
"No, not really, eh," he replied, sounding sincere. "She's far too mean."
"Oh good," Bridgette breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. That's nice to hear. I'm sorry for being so pushy about this-"
"Nah, it's cool, eh. It's nice to have friends that watch over you."
He waved at her as he walked away, saying, "I gotta go find something myself now, eh. Beach is yours, surfer girl!"
(Confession Cam - Fun in the sun!)
Bridgette - "I'm so glad that Ezekiel isn't courting Heather. I mean, if she truly wanted to be with him, she wouldn't hurt him every time she denied that she liked him.
"You know, about the contest overall, I don't think I can win, to be honest. But I'm ready to go all the way. And besides Heather, everyone here deserves to win! Still, I could get an awesome surfboard for ten thousand dollars, couldn't I?"
Chris accepted the seashell, who also pointed out the sharp points accidentally hurt people, just like Bridgette.
Gwen was on a roll, having two of the categories cleared. Cody managed to get one clear too. Bridgette managed to get another one when she had a very angry moose chase her past the cafeteria.
"Well done Bridge," Chris called out to her, "that truly represents Canada: a moose!"
"Great, now get it away from me!!"
Stuck up on the roof of the Killer Bass cabin, she watched as the other campers try their luck with Chris's finicky judgment.
To her great surprise, she watched as Beth came with an armful of goodies. The girl dropped them all in front of Chris, who had to leap away before his feet were crushed, pierced, and/or made unhandsome.
"Beth hon," he said, shaking his head, "you cannot just gather up a bunch of stuff and try them all at random."
"No no no," she protested, "I got them all specifically! It took me two hours to get them all, but I think they all fit!
"This is a poisonous mushroom, a sea green one," she said. "Really dangerous, and it's also something you'd not want to find in your food!
"But this is worse to find in your food," Beth held up a handful of worms. "Look at these little suckers!"
"Eeesh," Chris said, flinching at the sight of them. "How could you carry those slimy things around?"
"Oh, they're not slimy, they're just squirmy," she giggled. "Also, what's difficult to find? Candy, at least on this island!"
She blew a bubble from a wad of bubble gum she had been chewing, and laughed. "It's really great, I can chew gum now! Woohoo!"
Chris accepted these first three. He denied most of the others, except for the one that was to represent an ex-camper. "This flower is so pretty... like Justin!"
The handsome host took the flower, gave it a twirl, and shrugged. "Hmmm, I guess. I miss seeing that beautiful lug."
"Don't we all?" Beth remarked with a longing sigh.
Cody was nearby and heard this. He sighed, and tried to focus on the scavenger hunt, but he kept thinking back to Beth sighing longfully over Justin.
(Confession Cam - We miss Justin too.)
Cody - \He sighs.\ "Okay, I admit, I was really interested in Beth, and she looks so cute without her braces. But... it's just like Gwen with Trent, Justin has the looks and skills that I don't. Can't a girl appreciate a techno-wiz like me?
"You know, speaking of techno goodies, if I win this contest, I'm gonna build me the best, most advanced robot ever! I'll call it... the iCody! Anything in the name of SCIENCE!" \He chuckles, in a better mood now.\
The searches continued, and soon of them were getting frustrated. Gwen was furious, looking ready to kick Chris's butt if he turned down one more of her items; she nearly lost it altogether when she found Cody in the girl's side of the Screaming Gopher cabin.
"But I was looking for something hard to find," Cody protested as Gwen lifted the scrawny boy up by his collar.
"You weren't looking for my underwear, were you?" the goth snarled.
"No, Heather's."
"Oh! Well, okay then."
Gwen let go of Cody, and headed into the boy's side of the Killer Bass team. She started searching through Ezekiel's drawers. "C'mon, prairie boy, you've gotta have something Canadian," she grumbled as she rummaged through them. "You're the one with the thickest accent, 'eh'."
She looked over at Ezekiel's bow, and smiled. "That is dangerous. Better make sure he's got an arrow as well... aha!"
Finding a small photo in his drawer, she pulled it out and looked at it. "Whoa... that girl's rather... unsettling. Is this his sister?"
The puzzled goth girl left the Killer Bass cabin, holding the photo, Ezekiel's bow, and an arrow. She presented the bow and arrow to Chris.
"Whoa, that is dangerous," the host said. "I remember his audition tape." He then noticed what else Gwen was holding. "Who's that photo of?"
"I dunno, found it in Zeke's stuff," Gwen replied. "I think it's his sister or something." Gwen slipped the photo into her pocket and headed off to find more things.
(Confession Cam - That was a little naughty, Gwen.)
Gwen - "I never knew Zeke had a sibling. And she looks nothing like him. And... I expected her to wear a toque too. Meh, nothing special, I guess, my brother doesn't look anything like me.
"You know, I've probably said this before, but I do want to try to win this contest. At the least, beat Heather. That is everyone's goal, to beat Heather!"
Three hours later, the campers were still struggling. No one had seen Izzy and Ezekiel recently. While Bridgette was a little concerned about Ezekiel, most people were more concerned about what Izzy might do when left alone for hours on end.
Harold approached Chris with a confident smile on his face. The host cruelly grinned back at him. "Okay, Harold, you still only got one more to go: something dangerous."
The nerd nodded at this. So far, Chris had rejected his numchucks, poison ivy, a beehive, gummi slugs, and a very, very, very sharp blade of grass. But this time, Harold had him. He revealed what was behind his back: a chain saw.
"This has to be dangerous enough for you," Harold remarked.
"Oh I dunno, it's not too dangerous until it's on," the host replied with a sly grin.
"Gosh, you're hard to please," the lanky teenager said. He started yanking the cord on the chain saw, but Harold didn't have that kind of strength. Chris watched, very amused.
Also watching was Chef, who lost his patience fast. "For the love of spatulas, kid, let me!"
He grabbed the chain saw's handle, and lifted it up. He gave the cord one yank, and started it up.
"And that's," Chef said as the chain saw began to roar, "how you start up a... waagh!"
The chain saw was too powerful for even Chef to hold with one hand. As it roared at its most powerful, the large man let go, and it embedded itself part-way into the ground.
And, as chain saws are apt to do when halfway into the ground, it started racing around. Harold was in the pathway, and the lanky nerd screamed, turned, and ran like no other nerd had ran before.
Bridgette was in the pathway next, and she threw away the items she had in her hands (the metal soccer ball from the sports challenge, and her birdhouse from shop class). Running and screaming, the two terrified teens ran around the cabins with a roaring chain saw in the ground chasing them.
Soon, after some unfortunate luck, the chain saw had Harold, Bridgette, Cody, Gwen, and Beth running for their lives. They scurried up the side of the Killer Bass cabin, and hung out on the roof until the chain saw ran into a rock. It exploded, dying how it lived: violent.
Chris looked up at the five teenagers on the roof, clinging to each other in terror. "Harold dude, I think that seals the deal! I accept the chain saw as something dangerous, so you win immunity!"
Harold stood up on the roof and pumped his fists into the air. "Yes! Whoa... waaaah!"
He, as some might have guessed, tipped over, bounced a couple times on the roof, and crashed on the ground.
"Ouch...," he whimpered, then added, "That was fun!"
(Confession Cam - Like a Harold on the roof!)
Harold - "The first one to get immunity! Never underestimate my awesome skills!" \He takes a few ninja poses, and then settles down.\
"You know, I really think I have a shot at winning this whole contest. But the coolest thing is that I can win with one of my friends. That makes the effort overall completely and utterly awesome."
Inspired by Harold's victory, the other campers picked up their pace. It was difficult, because not was Chris being a picky judge, but the exploding chain saw was hard to top.
Cody managed to get one category, but only after thirteen attempts. He was covered in scratches, bruises, and sported a black eye.
"Never try to sneak into Chef's kitchen," he explained to Chris when asked about his injuries.
"He did that to you?!" the host asked, startled.
"No, he's booby-trapped his kitchen. But I found one more thing, something for the dangerous category."
"Oh yeah, what?"
Cody held up Groucho the Duck. Chris burst out laughing. "Oh, the duck? What's he going to do, waddle on my toes?"
Groucho the Duck pulled out a magnum revolver from under his wing and cocked it. He didn't point it at the host, but the threat was big enough.
"He doesn't like being taunted, Chris," Cody said.
"You pass, you pass, get him away from me!!"
Cody smiled, and let his feathered friend go free. With the firearm over his shoulder, the duck waddled off, proud of himself.
Bridgette came a little later, and presented a blue-and-purple flower, which she tried to explain was rare. "There aren't many flowers like this," she pleaded to Chris. "It's quite rare!"
"Then why'd you pluck it?"
"I took a fair share of the earth under it!" Chris saw how Bridgette was holding a punch bowl-amount of dirt in her arms. It was rather impressive, though the host still wasn't too impressed with the flower's rarity.
Beth came running up, holding ice cubes. "Chris! I think these ice cubes can be used as a weapon," she called out. "I mean, if you trip on one-"
And she did that, accidentally dropping one and slipping on it. She stumbled, tripped, and ran into the mound of earth Bridgette was holding. Bursting into small pieces, the dirt went everywhere.
Bridgette cried out in horror. "The flower, where's the flower?" she exclaimed, searching the ground.
Beth sat up, rubbing her forehead. The blue-and-purple flower was perched on top of her head. "Oh ow," the farm girl whimpered. "What did I run into?"
Chris chuckled. "You know what? You two both convinced me that both of those items could be used as weapons! You pass!" Bridgette shrugged, then helped Beth get to her feet. The surfer planted the flower next to the Killer Bass's cabin.
"Good luck, Beth," she called to the farm girl as the shorter girl headed off to find new items.
Bridgette also went on the search again once she was done. She ran into Gwen, quite literally, when searching around the cabins.
"Have you ever considered hiring out as a wrecking ball?" the goth girl asked as she pulled herself up.
"Geoff said the same thing to me, once," Bridgette admitted. "I told him he was silly, then I accidentally smacked him in the face when I threw my hands up in indignation."
Gwen couldn't help but laugh, and then started to head off. Bridgette watched her for a second, then something caught her eye: a photo on the ground.
"Hey Gwen, you dropped something," she called out. She picked it up and took a glance, then she stared at the photo. "Whoa... Gwen, who is this?"
As the goth girl came back, Bridgette squinted at the photo. "Is this your sister? I thought you only had a little brother..."
"I do, that's Ezekiel's," Gwen admitted. Bridgette gave her an odd stare, and the goth girl continued. "I found it in his cabin when I was looking through his things."
"Jeepers. Have you no shame, Gwen?" the blond gal asked, though there was a tint of humor in her voice. Something clicked in her head, and she asked, "Wait, you got this from Zeke's drawers?"
"Yes. You think that is his sister?"
"Zeke's an only child, Gwen. So... hey!"
She had flipped the photo over and saw the message on the back.
- If anyone can change her, it's you. She didn't used to be so mean.
- Best of luck, I'm rooting for you big time!
- Damien
" 'Damien'?" Gwen repeated. "That's Heather's brother."
"What? How'd you know that?" "Heather said, after I slipped some salt into her drink the other day."
"Oh I remember that, she was spitting and hacking and...," Bridgette said, then snapped out of her shortly-lived joyous state. "Wait, Heather's little brother sent Zeke this photo? This... this is Heather!?"
"That's Heather?!" Gwen exclaimed. Her face lit up as if her birthday and Christmas had both come early. "Heather was a zit-covered, brace-faced, frizzy-haired girl during her tween years?"
"Apparently," Bridgette muttered. "But... Zeke told me he wasn't pursuing Heather anymore."
"Well, he hasn't," Gwen said. "Remember yesterday, when he sat at the same table she was at? She threw her breakfast at him, then mine, then Harold's, then-"
"I remember," Bridgette interrupted, sounding nervous. "But... I want to know the truth."
"The truth that I stole that from his things, which is how you found out?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow. "You turning me in?"
"Gwen please," Bridgette cried out, grabbing her friend's shoulders. "I really need to know. Aren't you concerned in the least? Heather will do anything to win this contest, you know that better than anyone!"
The goth girl opened her mouth, then snapped it shut when she remembered how she felt when she saw Heather kissing Trent. She frowned, then crossed her arms. "But shouldn't we try to finish this challenge first?"
"Alright, just talk to Zeke if you see him first."
"Do I have to fess up that I stole the photo, or will you take the fall?"
"Hey, you're the one who stole it," Bridgette remarked.
"So it's my ass then?"
"Yes, Gwen."
The goth girl shrugged. "Fine. At least I know he won't try to kill me. Or at least, he can't, I have his bow."
"Gwen! You stole that too?!"
"Um, yes."
"What are we going to do with you, you little klepto?"
(Confession Cam - Gwen's not a bad thief, minus she admits to her crimes.)
Bridgette - "Okay... this is a moral issue. I need to get to the bottom of this...
"Or do I?" \She sighs, and slumps in her seat.\ "I mean, is this any of my business? Should I try to interfere? I just... I cannot forgot that look on Bugsy's face when that girl hurt him so..."
Beth was sitting on the steps of the Screaming Gopher cabin, fanning herself with the paper the scavenger hunt was printed on.
"Whacha doing, Beth?" Cody asked her. "Shouldn't you be looking out there?"
"I'm done, I'm all done," Beth said, then cheered. "This is, like, one of the best days of my life! My braces off, I made Chris faint, I won the challenge, and I haven't seen Heather for hours!"
She squealed happily, then lunged at Cody and hugged him; this made his day much better.
Chris watched the two hug, then the tech-geek had to excuse himself to find the remaining items on his list. "Isn't young love cute?" he said to Chef, who was at the door.
"Makes me sick," Chef Hatchet snarled.
The host raised an eyebrow as he frowned. "You were rejected when you were young, weren't you, Chef?"
"No," the large cook shouted, then stomped into the cafeteria. A few seconds after he was out of sight, Chris was startled when Chef let out a wail of, "POLLY, WHY?!"
Gwen approached Chris, raising an eyebrow at the wail of the cook. "Anything I should know about?"
"Not unless you want to be depressed," Chris replied. "Oh, but you're a goth, you probably like being depressed."
The goth girl snarled at him. "Oh, you're so funny, Mr. Handsome Hair!"
She ran her hands through his hair, and he sat there, not amused. "I'm no stereotype, I can endure my beautiful hair being messed up a little."
"I just ran butter through it."
Chris Maclean let out a bloodcurdling scream, and ran for the communal washrooms. Gwen grinned as he panicked.
"Oh, the butter was to represent an ex-camper! Owen, to be specific," the goth girl called to him. "Do I get that one?"
Bridgette was in the communal washrooms when Chris burst in, startling the surfer girl. She had been washing her hands, and when she jumped and turned around to face the host, she ran into him.
"Move, girl, I gotta wash my hair," Chris yelled. He dove into the showers and let the water run.
"Hey, Chris," Bridgette called out, "I was looking at the soap, and I was wondering if that counts as something you wouldn't want in your food-"
"Yeah yeah sure," Chris hastily shouted.
"And I was also wondering if the toilets that we cleaned a couple challenges ago counts as something difficult to find. After all, we all know how dirty public restrooms ar-"
"Yes yes, that passes too!"
Bridgette's eyes lit up, and bolted outside. "Hey guys," she called out, "Chris is distraught over his hair! Come get some freebies while you can!"
(Confession Cam - We represent Total Drama Island well, don't we?)
Bridgette - "Was that bad of me?"
\She ponders, then grins.\ "Nah! He's so mean to us, it's nice to take advantage of him a little! I may be a nice person, but after being on a reality show for so long, I've grown a darker side. I hope my mother recognizes me when I get home."
Gwen, Cody, and Bridgette were all over the opportunity. The surfer girl completed her list, Gwen completed all but one, and Cody had two left.
"I cannot believe that worked," Gwen declared, laughing hysterically. "I said one of the threads from my top was like the province border lines, and he accepted it!"
"I pointed out the Confession Cam represented Total Drama Island, and he took it," Cody said, laughing.
"I said toilet paper would be dangerous if it was wrapped around your neck, and he agreed," Bridgette said, grinning.
Cody clapped his arms around Bridgette and Gwen, his cute, boyish grin beaming. "You two are the most clever girls I know, ya know that? This is the best challenge yet!"
Gwen and Bridgette normally wouldn't approve of Cody doing this, but they were in such a good mood and he had that sly grin (or the grin he thought was sly but was just cute), that they laughed along with him.
"Still got a challenge to complete, though," Gwen pointed out.
"Yep," Cody said, nodding. He let go of both girls, and added. "I got two more to go, and I'm not going to lose!"
He slapped Bridgette on the back. "Way to inform us on the freebies, Bridgie!"
Gwen and Cody headed off, in search of items that would complete their lists. Bridgette sat in front of the Killer Bass cabin, where Beth and Harold were sitting. Both were sporting bumps on their head from their search efforts.
"Hey guys," she said to them. "How's it going?"
"Oh, he's telling me stories about his younger sister," Beth said. "She's really mean."
"Yeah, I tolerate her," Harold said with a shrug. "I just wish that she wouldn't intentionally date guys who hate me."
Bridgette shrugged. "I'm sure she doesn't do it intentionally, Harold."
"She dated the guy at my school who was responsible for pouring maple syrup in my locker every week."
The surfer girl's eyes widened. "She really does try to date guys who don't like you?"
Harold shrugged. "Yep. Don't want to complain about it, though, there's nothing I can do."
"Maybe you can have Leshawna come over," Beth suggested, "and have her slap her!"
Harold smiled. "That'd be rather interesting. And I know Leshawna can take her. What do you think, Bridgette? ... Bridge?"
The surfer girl was staring at the ground, looking very upset. She sighed bitterly and leaned against the handrail. "I just... no, nothing."
"Hey, Bridgette, lighten up," Harold said, patting her shoulder. "You should be happy. You passed the challenge, your mom's dating someone nice, what could be better?"
"I guess I cannot be happy," the surfer girl admitted, "until Heather is off the island."
"You speak for all of us," Beth said.
"And a good deal of the reviewers," Harold added.
Beth and Bridgette looked at him strangely. "The reviewers on the TDC website," he explained. "They have a poll on who they wanted voted off next. And Heather's always been on top."
"Goody," Beth said. "If only the viewers had the ability to vote."
"Well, they probably would have as much trouble getting rid of her as we do," Harold said, chuckling.
They were silent for a minute, then Beth spoke up. "Guys, I actually have a... a problem right now."
"What is it, Beth?" Bridgette asked.
"Well, I have... romantic problems," Beth admitted. "I really like Cody, and he's a great, supportive friend of mine... but I also have this crush on Justin. And I think he likes me too."
"Oh Beth," Bridgette said, tapping her fingers together, "I'm not sure about Justin. He's attractive and all, but do you really know much about him?"
"That's the problem," Beth said, looking glum. "I haven't had any chance to talk to him. He was voted off so soon, and I haven't really had a chance to talk to him during the times he's visited... but he did say I looked cute on the Final Ten's Ten Finals challenge."
"Whoa... he speaks?" Harold asked.
"He said that?" Bridgette asked, then smiled. "That was nice of him. Maybe you should chat with him after the show is over."
"After it's over?" Beth repeated. "Why that long? You think I can win this?"
"Sure, the audience has never had you high up on their 'vote off' poll, you stand a high chance," Harold said.
Beth giggled, then looked over at Bridgette. "Do you think Cody's okay, though? He is a bit of a techno-buff, but he's so friendly and supportive!"
Bridgette thought about it, but before she could answer, Cody approached the three of them. "Hey ladies and Harold," he said, "whacha talking about, huh?"
"N-Nothing," Beth stammered. "Not much!"
"Hey Cody," Harold said, waving. "How goes the search?"
"I'm done," said the tech-geek flexing his muscles. "I managed to complete them all!"
"Good work," Bridgette said, smiling at him. "Oh, and have you seen Ezekiel or Izzy?"
Cody lost his smile and shook his head. "No, sorry. I haven't seen them anywhere, nor Heather."
"Oh, we don't care that much about Heather," Beth said bluntly. Cody scratched the back of his head.
"Well, I don't care too much for her either, but I don't like to think something bad might have happened to her and no one was around to help."
Bridgette thought this was just Cody being his usual lady-loving attitude, but then she remembered something about him that wasn't hormone-driven. "Oh, you mean like your bear attack?" the surfer asked.
"Yeah," the tech-geek said, sitting down next to them. "I wouldn't want anything like that to happen to anyone here."
"Oh I dunno, I'd love to see Heather shipped out of here in a full-body cast."
Gwen approached Cody from behind, Chris right next to her. The goth girl smirked at the tech-geek and said, "You do remember what she did to make me think you voted Trent off?"
"That was some of the best drama we've ever had," Chris said, chuckling.
"You're a deep man, Chris Maclean," Gwen said, rolling her eyes. "Deep as a puddle."
"Deep as a soda can," Harold added.
"Deep as a soap dish," Beth added.
"Okay okay, I get it," the host exclaimed, holding up his hands. "Yeeeesh, you teenagers are so touchy."
"Whatever," Gwen said. "Look guys, I completed my list of scavenger hunt items. Guess it's down to three others now."
"Izzy, Zeke, and Heather," Chris listed off. "And none of them have turned in anything that's been accepted. Remember, the last person to turn in stuff will be kicked off Wawanakwa Island for good!"
"Let's all pray it's Heather," Beth said.
"Can we literally kick her?" Gwen asked, grinning slyly.
"I wonder where those three are," Cody said, looking around. "Maybe Izzy's dressed up as a bear again?"
"Did somebody say my name?"
Izzy peaked around the corner of the Killer Bass cabin, grinning like she normally grins: gonzo, psycho, wild 'n crazy girl. "Ooo, are you all waiting for me? That's so nice of you, like how the mailman always asks if I'm home whenever he gives a package to my parents. He looks so scared when they say yes-"
"Izzy," Chris cut her off, knowing it would be a long story otherwise. "Do you have something for the scavenger hunt?"
"This," the redhead said, holding up a rope that led to behind the Killer Bass cabin.
"A rope?" Gwen asked. "That's all?"
"No, I mean him!"
Izzy pulled hard on the rope, revealing her entry: a bear. More specifically, the brown bear that inhabited Wawanakwa Island, with the rope around its neck. The campers, Chris, and Chef Hatchet all let out loud screams.
(Confession Cam - How grizzly!)
Izzy - "Oh, they so overreacted. It was only a bear. A four-hundred pound bear with claws and razor teeth, but just a bear nevertheless!"
"Oh come down from there," Izzy called out to her fellow campers, the cook, and the host, who were all on top of the Killer Bass roof. Beth and Cody were clinging to each other in fright, Bridgette was peaking out from behind Gwen's shoulder, and Chef Hatchet was hiding behind Harold (who was in bear-style kung fu pose).
"He's harmless," Izzy insisted. She was holding a bag full of marshmallows, and tossed one to the bear, who snapped it up happily. "Feed this bear a marshmallow, and he's tame as a duck!"
"The last duck I saw," Chris whimpered, "had a loaded gun ready for me."
"Well, I managed to do it, Chris Maclean," the crazy girl continued. "I managed to find something that fit all eight categories!"
"How do you figure that?"
"My bear here is dangerous, no one will argue that; you wouldn't want to find him in your food or his fur, he's got really thick fur; he was really difficult to find, he wasn't even in his cave...
"He represents Canada, we're proud of our bears; he's a lot like Owen, big and lovable and huggable...
"He could be used as a weapon, but bears aren't exactly used by heroes and such; he represents me, as I am one of the most dangerous, fierce creatures there is; and finally, he represents Total Drama Island, because he's been around as long as we have! He's practically family!"
Cody swallowed hard. "He's the family member who hates me." Chris wasn't entirely sure he wanted to give Izzy all of the categories with one item, but he was worried she might become vicious like she had just claimed, and leave the bear there under them.
"Alright," he said, sighing in defeat, "alright, you win, Izzy the Bear Tamer. You get all of them in one go! Now get that bear outta here!"
Izzy started dancing in victory, and took the collar off the bear. "You're free, Fuzzy Wuzzums. Go home now."
She, tearing up, held the bag of marshmallows up to the bear. "Here you go, you big lug. Keep in touch."
The bear, also tearing up, took it, gave her a bear hug, and then started to walk away. He stopped, then plopped down against the Screaming Gopher cabin and popped the marshmallows into his mouth, one by one, slowly.
"I don't think he's going to leave until he's done eating them," Izzy called up to them.
"Well, we'll wait up here then," Chris said.
"Aw c'mon, he's friendly!"
(Confession Cam - Can you bear Izzy's insanity?)
Gwen - "Just how does she do that?!"
Cody - \smiling\ "Izzy is something else, isn't she?"
Bridgette - "It's impressive and frightening at the same time."
Chris Maclean - "Note to self: do NOT allow any more psycho girls in the next season."
With the bear leaning against the Screaming Gopher cabin, the campers, host, and cook were still nervous, but brave enough to come down from the roof.
"So now it's just going to be between Ezekiel and Heather?" Chris asked, making a quick head count. "And neither of them have turned in anything acceptable yet!"
"Maybe they're trying to find Fuzzy Wuzzums too," Izzy suggested. "But I thought of it first, I got the original idea! Woohoo!"
"Have you all seen either of them?" Cody asked. "Izzy, did you see them?"
"Nope. Izzy the Bear Tamer worked alone this time."
"I'm a little worried now," Bridgette admitted. "I mean, they should have come back at least once."
"Aww, maybe they're coming back with armfuls of stuff," Gwen said. She patted the surfer girl's shoulder. "Zeke's fine, even if he does hate the outdoors."
"I'd be more worried about Heather," Chris said. "She's the indoor type."
"We don't really care about Heather," Beth said, crossing her arms. "She wouldn't care about us."
"Look, they got two and a half hours until nine PM," Chef Hatchet pointed out. "No need to get picky. I'm gonna go make dinner."
"That'll make us really picky," Harold whispered to his friends. They all giggled under their breath.
Dinner came and went, as did their appetites. The six campers talked among themselves in the cafeteria, about school, friends, family, and other things.
At nine, Chris entered the cafeteria and said, "Well, it's nine PM, and neither of them are here."
"So we get to vote?" Beth asked, looking excited. "Oh, it's so easy then! We vote for Heather! No one here would vote for Ezekiel over her!"
Cody, Izzy, and Harold cheered. Gwen nodded and said, "It's time to finally do what we should have done on the third challenge during Total Drama Island."
Bridgette still looked worried. "But they should be back by now!"
Chris tut-tutted, shaking his finger. "I'm gonna give both of them a chance, since this would be too easy for you two."
"Oh, come on," Beth shouted, looking indignant. "Why are you giving Heather a chance? Are you trying to keep her on this show or something?"
"She does provide good conflict," Chef Hatchet said from the kitchen. "If it wasn't for her, your main source of strife would just be the challenges, and then you'd all be holding hands and singing Kumbiya!"
"I hate that song," Harold muttered. "They made us sing that all the time in Possum Scouts!"
"If I may continue," Chris snapped, "I will appraise what Heather and Ezekiel bring back, and whoever wins gets to stay."
"Whatever," Gwen said, shrugging. "I'd put money on prairie boy over that rich witch any day."
So they sat in front of the cafeteria, the campers, the host, and the cook. After about fifteen minutes, Chef Hatchet got tired of waiting and went to bed.
After about an hour, Bridgette was in full-worry mode. Cody was wringing his hands, and Beth was biting her nails.
"Don't do that, hon," Izzy said, patting her shoulder. "It becomes a nasty habit."
"I'm so worried," the farm girl admitted. "Aren't you worried, Izzy?"
"Izzy's very worried. Heather isn't too nice, but Izzy doesn't like bad things to happen to people she knows. And Zeke is dear to Izzy, even if Zeke is terrified whenever Izzy is in the same room as her."
Another hour past, it was a little after eleven. Fuzzy Wuzzums had finally finished the marshmallows, and headed back into the forest. Gwen, who hated staying up ever since the Awake-athon last season, had to go to sleep; it was mostly because she now felt safe without a four-hundred pound bear with claws and razor teeth right outside the window.
The goth girl hugged Bridgette in comfort before going to bed. "Don't stay up too late, I'm sure Zeke will be alright."
Beth was also too tired to stay up late, and had to go to sleep. "Sorry," she said as she followed Gwen back to the cabins.
After midnight, even Chris seemed to be a bit concerned. "This wasn't supposed to be that deep of a challenge," he said, shaking his head. "Where could they have gone off to?"
Harold tapped his lips in thought. "Maybe they just got a little lost in the woods or something. I sure neither of them went in deep, they both hate the outdoors."
Cody took a deep breath, close to nodding off. "I gotta go to bed too, Bridge. I'm sorry, I'm way too tired, and it's past one AM now."
"It's alright, Cody, no one's asking you to stay awake."
"Maybe they're making out somewhere," Izzy suggested, grinning.
"Izzy, don't make feel sick as well as scared as hell," Bridgette said, shaking her head.
"Do not be nervous," Izzy said, dangling her arms around the surfer's shoulders. "They cannot possibly be gone much longer. I am sure they will be back any minute now."
But they didn't come back. Well into the next day, neither Heather nor Ezekiel had come back to the camp.
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Part 2 approaching soon! Dun-dun-DUUUUUUN!
So what's happened to Heather and Ezekiel? You'll all find out soon. Coming up will be something you've all been dreading and/or anticipating.