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To Everybody - Sorry, all you Harold fans. Glad you rock fans liked the chapters! And it's cool there are some country fans! With this next chapter, Harold will be removed from the poll.
And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
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(narrated by Chris Maclean)
Welcome to Total Drama Comeback!
Last time, we had a rocking good time with our Guitar Savior and 'N Roll Band games! In front of a wild audience, our six campers performed parodies and rocked the house that night! In the end, it was Harold who had to walk the Dock of Shame. And after his sorrowful departure, it became apparent to me that I have to wear armor during this bonfire marshmallows!
But that's not needed tonight, because we're not staying here! We're going to leave our five remaining contestants here on the island for the time being where they can enjoy themselves!
(Cut to Bridgette running out of the water at the beach, screaming as a shark catches her surfboard and chomps it to pieces.)
(Cut to Ezekiel throwing up violently in the cafeteria. Chef, standing nearby and grinning at the prairie boy's misfortune, looks at a clipboard and scratches off one of the items on the list.)
(Cut to Cody, holding Groucho the Duck, running away from a furious moose. Groucho the Duck is shooting at the moose with a handgun, but the moose keeps deflecting the bullets with its antlers.)
It's time for us to visit our losers at Playa de Losers!
(Cut to Chris Maclean getting on a jet ski, leaving from the Dock of Shame. Izzy and Beth wave good-bye, then start making faces, and blowing raspberries; Izzy makes a few hand gestures that have to be censored out.)
While we only have five campers left, it's time for us to visit the losers, the defeated, those who really blew their chance, and those that were booted off by the others after schemes, back stabbings, and dirty deeds! What do they have to say about their loss? What do they have to say about the final five campers? And how will they determine who is next to join them at Playa de Losers? You'll find out by staying tuned in to Total... Drama... COMEBACK!
(cue the theme song, and we're good to go!)
Chapter 47 (Day 18, Part 1) - Laments of the Losers
Chris arrives at the dock at the losers' resort. DJ is sitting on a beach chair at the end of the port with Bunny on his lap.
"Yo Chris, nice of you to drop by," he said as he exchanged a high-five with the host.
"Thanks, DJ. Nice to be here instead of that crappy campsite! Why don't you come join me? It's time to interview the losers here at the resort, and see what they say about their being booted off."
The gentle giant shrugged, and said, "Oh, I'm not too let down. I mean, sure, we all wish we won, but I didn't do too bad."
Chris chuckled. "You mean you actually don't hold a grudge against those who voted off?"
"Nope."
"DJ buddy, you've got a lot to learn."
They walked into the pool area, where all the other losers were relaxing. Justin was sitting at the bar in the middle of the pool, chatting with Sadie, Eva, and Owen; the three were in a combination of listening and staring at his gorgeous features.
Katie was sitting on Noah's lap, both reading the same book. More than once, Noah tried to turn the page, but his girlfriend kept grabbing his hand and telling him that he wasn't ready yet.
Harold sat in Leshawna's lap, holding her drink for her. Every now and then, he'd offer it to her, and she'd take a swig from the straw. Gwen on Trent's lap, sitting next to the interracial couple, were relaxing, her curled up on him.
Geoff sat alone in the hot tub, looking relaxed. Duncan was sampling the buffet. Courtney and Heather were sitting in beach chairs, soaking up the sun. Tyler was showing off his yo-yo skills to Lindsay, constantly hurting his fingers and banging his forehead once.
"Welcome to Playa de Losers, folks," Chris shouted to the cameraman following him.
"Oh great," Duncan muttered, "the Host of the Black Lagoon has arrived."
"Leaves the stench of hair products wherever he goes," Leshawna added.
Chris's eye twitched. "Well um, we are here to interview the campers first off on how they feel about their termination from TDI! Let's get ready for some bellyaching!"
He headed over to Noah and Katie. The thinner BFFF waved happily at the camera, and the know-it-all rolled his eyes. "Spare us," he grumbled.
"Already with the bitterness," Chris cackled. "I love this show."
"Remind me why I signed up for it?" Noah said, refusing to look at the host.
"Now don't say that," Katie chastised him, wrapping her arms around him. "If you didn't join TDI, you wouldn't be back here on TDC! And if you weren't on TDC," she gasped, "ohmiGod, you wouldn't have me!"
Noah smiled. "Ah, touché, my ravenhaired beauty. Touché."
He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and she giggled. "Personally," she said, "I'm not that upset about being voted off. I mean, I, like, asked people to vote me off! Now I have Noah, and I have Sadie...
"Hi, Sadie," she called out to her BFFF, waving gingerly. Sadie waved back just as eagerly.
"Hi, Katie!"
"They do that every now and then," Noah explained to Chris. "Just to make sure the other knows that she is still there."
"Well, Noah, how do you feel about being voted off after your electric shock?" the host asked him.
"Thanks for reminding me. Whatever, Chris, I got my electric de-charging treatments, I'm good."
"No resentment that you missed out on ten thousand dollars?"
"Chris, do you want me to throw this book at you?"
"Ooo, you'll throw the book at me, how intimidating."
"It's a hardback."
"Well, moving on," Chris said, walking forward. He stood in-between Gwen and Trent, Leshawna and Harold, and gestured to both couples. "It looks like we have some people who are happy to be reunited."
The four smiled as if to affirm this. "But tell me," the host continued, "how did it feel when you were voted off, dragged away from your loved ones?"
"Oh, you mean how Courtney and Heather conspired to hurt Harold by voting me off?" Leshawna asked, eerily calm.
"That's what I mean. You mad?"
"You damn right I am!"
She stood, bolt upright, sending Harold flying into the pool. "I would have aced this contest, or at least gone further, if I wasn't singled out by those two harpies!"
Courtney grabbed a magazine and hid her face behind it.
"You seem irked," Chris said, smirking evilly. "So tell me, how does being voted off fourth feel?"
Leshawna grabbed the host and tossed him (screaming and flailing) into the pool. After helping Harold out of the pool, she dusted off her hands, adjusted her bathing suit and sat back down.
"I wouldn't have minded that much," she said to Trent and Gwen, "if it had been because I was responsible for tripping or somethin' like that. But it was 'cause she was being spiteful, ya know?"
Courtney huddled up behind the magazine.
"I know how that is," Gwen replied, nodding. "Trent was voted off because of that same, petty revenge."
Trent shrugged. "You know, I don't mind getting voted off that much. I mean, I get to spend my time here," he put his hand on the goth girl's shoulder, "with you, Gwen."
She grinned at him. "Thank you, handsome."
"How do you feel about your voting off, Gwen?" Harold asked curiously, sitting next to Leshawna.
"Meh. I hated being there. And that was such a crazy day, with those pathetic tortures."
"Shame you didn't kick that killer's butt," Eva called out from the pool's bar. "Then you could make a profession out of it."
Harold nodded enthusiastically. "You'd be like a goth Punisher, Gwen. That'd be interesting."
Gwen quirked an eyebrow. "Um, okay."
"I actually don't mind being voted off," Harold admitted, drumming his fingers on Leshawna's glass. "I mean, after that wild rock concert, I am content."
Chris sputtered as he paddled to the pool bar. Pulling himself up on a seat, he grinned at the patrons there. "So, how do you guys feel about the conditions in which you got the boot to the Dock of Shame?"
Sadie shrugged. Justin waved his dismissively. Eva rolled her eyes.
Owen cheered. "I got to be an intern," he roared. "It was awesome! I got to help with the props, I got some of my ideas into the show, I got to hang out with my friends!"
"Maybe I should have been voted off first," Justin said, stroking his chin in thought. "Though I would have loved to win, it would have been better. Owen kept telling us about the great food he got to eat."
"They actually ordered out and everything," Owen gushed.
"I don't think that's the reason why you wanted to stay on the island longer," Sadie said, giggling.
Eva raised a curious eyebrow as Justin looked puzzled. "There's someone special Justin's taking a shine too," the larger BFFF chirped.
The male model waved his hands frantically to shush Sadie, while Eva looked confused. "What are you getting on about?" the fitness buff asked.
"Haven't you been listening to Justin?"
"... Listen?"
Sadie sighed, rolling his eyes. "Justin really likes Beth! He's been gushing about her for some time."
"Yeah, man," Owen said as Eva's eyes widened. "It's pretty cute, he's saying positive stuff about her, and calling her 'cute' and-"
"Hey hey hey, that's later," Chris interrupted. "Talk about yourselves, the losers! The failures, those voted off and up the creek without a pa-"
Eva shoved Chris, knocking him into the water again. "Personally," Eva said, growling, "I think this time sucked too. I had to wear a dress, I had to dance with an unconscious dork, and was voted off the moment the game a free-for-all!"
"Oh come on, you had a lot more fun than that," Owen said.
"What makes you say that, Mr. Butterball?"
"How about how you got to pummel people with snowballs?"
"Or that violent strikers game?" Sadie added.
"Or the sword fighting?" Harold added.
"Or the fact that you outlasted more of the Killer Bass this time around?" Geoff called out.
Eva drummed her fingers against the counter, then grinned. "That strikers game was pretty sweet, I gotta admit."
"Well of course you liked it," Noah remarked. "You got to seriously injure people without any repercussions."
"And you, Noah," Gwen said, "had to do some sports."
"Yes, I'll have to wear a paper bag over my face when I go back to school so they don't see the awful shame I carry upon me."
Justin chuckled. "Personally, I am okay with when and why I was voted off. I'm not the best katana blade fighter, and I was being too quiet. No one trusts a guy who never speaks."
Owen belched just then. Eva winced and added, "If only some people would learn the opposite, and keep their stupid mouths closed."
Sadie was rocking on her seat, looking fondly at the male model. "I'm glad Justin's talking now. This way, he can tell Beth how he feels when he sees her again-"
Justin, desperate to quiet Sadie, waved his hands at her and accidentally knocked her off her seat into the water. The larger BFFF surfaced, and giggled. "It's so cute how you're in denial, Justin."
The male model blushed, and everyone at the plaza (except Noah) cooed and swooned over it.
"Yes yes, he's so cute, he's got a crush," the bookworm angrily grumbled. "Move it on, will you Chris?"
The host, sputtering as he pulled himself out of the pool, smoothed out his hair. "Yes, I think I will."
He walked over by the hot tub where Geoff was. "So Geoff, how did it feel when you were voted off by a former teammate over something that wasn't even about you?"
Courtney swallowed from behind the magazine, which she was holding so close to her face that she couldn't possibly read it.
"No worries, dude," Geoff replied, a blissful smile on his face.
"Oh."
Chris tapped his chin in thought. "Even though you don't have any chance of winning ten thousand dollars now?"
"It's all cool, bra."
"What about leaving your girlfriend?"
Geoff looked like he had been struck across the face from that one. "Oh... Bridgette. I still remember how sad she looked when I had to leave..."
The party animal held his hands up, his eyes getting moist. "I had to leave... and leave her on that island alone!"
"Um, Geoff?" Chris interrupted. "We're not supposed to talk about the remaining campers yet-"
But the party animal began to howl, covering his face and crying miserably. Chris looked away, uncomfortable with the teen's weeping.
"He does this whenever we mention Bridgette," Gwen said. "It's getting kind of annoying too."
"All you have to do is say her name and he begins to wail," Tyler said. "It's like some kind of weird word-activation crying, bra."
Walking away slowly from the sobbing Geoff, Chris turned to the jock and Lindsay. "So Tyler, how do you feel about your being voted off?"
The jock sighed and hung his head. "Man, quit reminding me of that day. It was one of the worst days of my life! Losing the sport game and getting voted off on the same day, that was so damn brutal."
Lindsay, with finely-tuned girlfriend senses, gave her boyfriend a hug. "Awww, Taylor, err, I mean Tyler! You did your best, and the audience gave you one final cheer before you went."
"That's true," he said, managing a smile.
"Neither one of us really needs ten thousand dollars either," she continued. "I mean, sure, it'd be a nice amount for my next trip to the mall, but we don't need it."
"You would spend ten thousand dollars in one trip to the mall?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If there were enough sales, Tesh."
"It's Chris," the host said before continuing to the next two. "So, Heather, Courtney... how do you feel?"
They both ignored him. Heather seemed quite uninterested in talking, and Courtney was scrunched up behind her magazine.
"Don't talk to them about the show unless you plan on pulling teeth," Duncan said, crossing his arms and chuckling. "Neither one of those babes feels like spilling their guts."
"Do you feel like spilling guts, Duncan?"
"I'll spill all day," the punk said, cracking his knuckles. "I can see why the others voted me off, 'cause they were bitter about the whole conspiracy thing. I think it's rather stupid though, because it wasn't personal."
"Dude," Harold called out from the side of the pool, "when you cast your vote, it's personal."
"Hey shut up, man."
Leshawna's eye twitched. "I hate it when you tell my man what to do after all you did, you skinny, punk band reject white boy!"
She got up and ran after Duncan, who yelped and ran away. Some of the campers rolled their eyes, while others watched excitedly.
"Ooo, think she'll catch him again?" Katie asked her boyfriend.
"If he remembers how painful it was last time," the know-it-all remarked as the chase scene rushed by them, "I think the memory will keep him moving."
Chris laughed as he watched the chase, then turned around to the punk's girlfriend. "C'mon Courtney, open up."
The CIT shook her head, barely visible behind the magazine. Heather, seated next to her, let out an exasperated sigh.
"Will you leave her alone?" the queen bee snapped.
"Wow," the handsome host quipped, looking over at the ravenhaired teen. "You, defending someone? Are you the real Heather?"
"Yes, and I'm just saying that because I'm sick of your prying questions," Heather snapped, lowering her sunglasses. "You want my opinion?"
"Is it short and censored enough for our viewing audience?"
"Your stupid challenges were lame as ever, they were just about causing us pain, and I'm pretty sure I could sue you over that whole deal of falling in a hole."
"Nope, you can't," Chris said cheerfully. "Contracts, remember?"
Heather seethed, then leaned back. "I hated this show so much, I'm glad it's over. Now I can relax here."
"Least you left with a full head of hair this time," Gwen called out, earning a lot of laughs from the others. Heather turned red and shook with anger, then the goth girl added, "And a boyfriend!"
"Ezekiel is not my boyfriend," the queen bee retorted.
"Gosh," said Harold, "you're in more denial than Courtney was."
Heather rolled her eyes. "I'll be glad to get away from you dorks. Two seasons with you all is just too much."
Chris grinned, leaning forward. "But what about Ezekiel, miss Heather?"
"Oh Chip," Lindsay called out to him, "we're not talking about the final five yet."
"OOOOOOOO, BURN," came the rousing chorus of all the other teens.
"Burned by Lindsay," Heather said, grinning at Chris. "How does that feel?"
The host rubbed his temple in shame and sighed. "You kids today. All meanness."
He turned around to Courtney, and said, "C'mon Courtney, you're the last one. Let the rage out of your cage."
"Look, I'm not proud of myself over this season, okay?" the CIT shouted, throwing the magazine away (accidentally hitting Sadie in the pool with it). "I don't want to talk about it! I did some bad things, and after those things were resolved, they voted me off over what I did, and that was that!"
Gwen scoffed, and the CIT glared over at her. "What, Gwen? You have something to say?"
"Just that you make it sound like all is well, but it's not," the goth girl replied. "This season would have been much more bearable if you had just talked to Harold at the beginning."
Courtney scoffed, crossing her arms and looking away. "Harold's over that whole ordeal, why aren't you?"
"Because I still don't think you fully got what you deserved over almost killing him."
Courtney and Gwen glared daggers at each other, each wishing the other to burst into flames. Trent patted his girlfriend's shoulder to comfort her, and she relaxed a tad. Duncan would have done the same, but Leshawna was still chasing him.
"You two need to chill," DJ said, holding Bunny close to him. "I mean, c'mon, if we're looking into who deserves what and who should get what, we'll be at each other's throats."
"Some already are," Eva said, pointing at Leshawna and Duncan. The plus-sized sister had caught up with the punk, and was shaking him by his shirt collar.
"But Lewanda isn't at Doug's throat," Lindsay said.
"Well she can't grab it, since he has that spiked collar," Tyler pointed out to her.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Chris chuckled as he watched this fight continue. Someone tapped his shoulder, and he turned to see Joel holding a tray of drinks.
"Orange soda, Chris?" the inventor asked.
"Thank you, Joel," the host said, taking a glass and sipping at it. "You know buddy, we're all excited to have you in the next season," he added as he ruffled Joel's hair. Chris winced when his hand came back sooty and dusty.
"Sorry about that, I was finishing the orange juice machine, and I haven't had time to shower off the explosions' results."
"I don't even want to know how an orange juice machine can explode," the host said. "But speaking of the next season, how do you all feel about that?"
"Kill me now," Noah requested.
"Kill me first," Gwen added.
"I could do without it," Courtney grumbled.
"It's gonna be awesome," Owen cheered.
"Perfect chance," Leshawna said, holding Duncan over her head, "for some pay back!" She threw the punk into the pool.
"I really don't recall that being in our contracts," DJ muttered.
"How is it you can hold minors to contracts anyway?" Heather snapped.
"I'm actually pretty excited," Tyler admitted.
"I'm gonna win the next one," Duncan said after resurfacing.
"Who else is going to be there besides the twenty-two of us and Jewel?" Lindsay asked.
"Well, we don't have many entries right now," Chris said, (" 'Jewel'?" Joel repeated, looking puzzled). "Seems most teens like to watch others suffer than suffer."
"How terribly selfish of them," Justin replied cynically.
Noah glared at him from afar. "I was gonna say that."
"But that's enough about the failures of this season and the emotions on next season," Chris said, facing the camera. "Coming up next after the commercial break, we'll have the losers' feelings on the final five!"
(Later...)
"And we're back! Let's check back with the losers!"
Said seventeen losers were staring at Chris.
"We... didn't go anywhere, dude," Tyler said.
"All that happened ever since you said we were leaving for commercial" Courtney declared, "was you waited a couple second, and then said you were back!"
"I am, like," Lindsay whined, "so confused."
"Me too," Owen said. "When's the commercial start?"
"Don't you people know anything about filming?" Chris said, quirking an eyebrow.
"I do," Harold declared. "I was in film club, and I-"
"Not important, Harold," the host interrupted. "Right now, we need to talk about the five remaining campers: Izzy, Cody, Ezekiel, Beth, and Bridgette!"
"Boohoohoohoooooo," Geoff wailed. "Oh Bridgette! Boo hoo hoo!"
The others rolled their eyes. "Might as well talk about her first, get it out of the way," Courtney remarked.
"Bridgette's an awesome gal," Gwen said, smiling as she recalled her surfer friend. "Even if a little accident prone."
"A little?" Duncan said as he pulled himself out of the pool. "The girl's a puke factory. She puked during the eating contest, the kart race, both contests involving dares, and after the torture contest! I wouldn't be surprised if she was bulimic."
"That's not nice, Duncan," Sadie called out, and she wasn't the only girl glaring at the punk.
"Yeah," Katie agreed. "Bridgette is one of the most laid-back girls I know. She's sweet and funny, and she's an awesome surfer."
"And she gives people concussions like random gifts and drives like a maniac," Duncan replied, smirking.
"She's tougher than I thought she was," Eva said. "She stood up to me; I have the utmost respect for that."
Heather scoffed angrily. Courtney glared at her, and the queen bee said, "What? You all can gush about how pretty and nice she is, but she's just... plain."
" 'Plain'?" Harold balked.
"Yeah, plain. There's like a million girls like Bridgette, she's nothing special," the queen bee explained herself. "Animal-loving, polite, nice, tree-hugger. What's so great about her?"
"You're just jealous," Lindsay said, leaning over Heather, "because Ezekiel likes her, and he hangs out with her all the time."
Heather flushed, and looked away from the blond beauty, crossing in arms in a huff. "That has nothing to do with it. I mean, what has Bridgette done to win this contest overall?"
"She won the second contest by messing up Ezekiel and insulting Cody," Harold said.
"She was in the winning ninja team, and was the first team in for the animal walk," Courtney said.
"She was also part of the winning strikers and kart teams," Trent said, "and she aced that torture challenge."
"But she ran off the stage during the rock concert," Heather snapped.
"Belinda came back on before her team would be disqualified," Lindsay said.
"She also threatened me to stay away from Ezekiel."
"She did?" Leshawna said, wide-eyed. Then she grinned and added, "I like her so much more now."
"Oh Belinda," Geoff sobbed, covering his eyes. "I mean, Bridgette! She's so wonderful! She's responsible, a great friend, she helps people out... I miss her so much! Boo hoo hoo!!"
"I'm sure she misses you too, Geoff," Owen called out to him.
Eva rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you two exchange saliva so often, it's become your favorite drink.
Playa de Losers was full of loud cries of "Ewwww," "That's so gross, Eva," and "Haha, that's funny!"
Lindsay gagged over the bad joke, then smiled. "Well, Bridgette is really swell, but Beth is so much cooler. If she wins this, I'm taking her to see... I dunno, maybe France!"
"Wouldn't she take you since she won?" Courtney asked.
"Naw, I couldn't ask her to do that, spend her prize money. She's so sweet, she deserves to win," the blond gushed, popping one of her legs. "Beth is, like, the nicest, most generous person I know. She was so helpful during the handcuff contest, and she won the rock contest with that extra-long song!"
"I'll admit, she is doing a better job in this contest than I thought she would," Noah said. "Winning the jail break contest and leaving me a crispy critter against the fence."
"Good times," Eva said, chuckling. "She's too emotional for my taste, but she's a better competitor than I originally gave her credit for."
"She is something else," said Justin, smiling. "I've been watching her ever since I was voted off, and I find her more and more charming."
"Sure she's good-looking enough for someone like you?" Heather shot at the male model. He promptly glared at her.
"Looks have nothing to do with it," he retorted. "But if you're going to haughty about her physical appearance, I'll have you know I find her to be quite attractive."
Almost everyone let out coos of, "Awwwww," and he blushed again.
"Justin's in love," Owen chanted. "Justin's in love."
"Pretty boy's got a hankering for the farm girl," Trent added.
"Guys, come on," he replied, blushing slightly.
"But do you really know Beth?" Courtney asked, raising a dubious eyebrow. "Have you even talked to her?"
Justin looked crestfallen, drumming his fingers on his beautiful knees. "That is something I have to work on," he admitted, "because I haven't had much chance to talk to her."
"You'd better work on that soon," Leshawna said, "because Cody's got a hankering for Beth too."
"He does?" Katie asked, alarmed. "Dang, I wanted to pair him up with Sadie!"
Sadie giggled, waving her hand. "Aww, it's okay. We'll have to see! But I think Cody is really something."
Noah groaned, getting glares from both BFFFs. "Well, I would probably be okay with him," the know-it-all admitted, "if people didn't keep bothering me about that... one time I refuse to comment on."
"You mean when you gave him a smooching?" DJ said, grinning not-so-innocently.
"Quit bugging me about that," the bookworm declared. "I'm not that way! Look!" He took Katie in his arms and kissed her deeply. She was surprised at first, then she swooned and melted into the kiss.
"Now that Noah has confirmed his sexual orientation," Courtney said, rolling her eyes, "shall we talk about Cody again?"
"What, do you think he has a chance?" Heather sneered.
"Not as good as Bridgette, but yes, he does," the CIT replied. "You should like him, he found you when you and Ezekiel were stuck down that hole. And he's a better competitor than I thought, and he takes personal responsibility."
"He beat me in that trek through Boney Island," Eva said, smiling a little. "I hate him and respect him at the same time."
"He's been a good leader, a good teammate," Trent listed, "and he picked some great songs for the rock contest."
"Not to mention he's been through a lot," Gwen said, looking upset.
"Oh, you mean how you smacked him and yelled at him on TV over something he didn't do?" Heather asked, grinning not-so-nicely.
"Jerk," Gwen shot back, narrowing her eyes.
"He got over it."
"Well, it wouldn't have happened if you didn't tell Duncan to spread that lie," Courtney snapped at the queen bee.
"Shame about that," the punk remarked. "Cody's actually a really cool geek. He does well in challenges that I wouldn't think him to do well in. Never thought I'd respect a geek, but I do now."
"He's got skills as good as mine," Harold said, nodding. "I'd love for him to teach me some things about electronics next time we meet."
Chris raised an eyebrow. "That's a really nerdy thing to say, Harold."
"You know, speaking of skills," Owen said, "what about my girl?"
"You mean psycho hose-beast?" Heather said.
"The crazy redhead who howls at the moon?" Courtney remarked.
"Didn't Rizzo fail the ninja challenge, get drunk during the eating contest, and looked like a living wreck after the prom challenge?" Lindsay asked.
"And she beat the crap out of a serial killer, brought a bear to camp on a leash, and shot Ezekiel with an arrow," Tyler said.
"She also flashed her bra during the kart race, dressed like an amazon wearing fake skins of animals during the snowball fight, and attacked Harold during the jail challenge because she thought he was the jellybean smuggler?" Gwen pointed out.
"That's my girl!" Owen shouted, pumping his fists into the air. "She's the best!"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "She's insane, Owen. But I am impressed she managed to last this long."
"Yeah, she's always so close to being voted off, but she survives," Sadie said.
"Oh, I know, right?" Katie said, nodding many times. "She's a much nicer person than I thought she would be! She's sweet, she cares about other people though she doesn't like to show that she does; she helped me during a lot of challenges! We're great friends!"
"She scares me," DJ admitted.
"She's all right, I guess," Harold said, shrugging. "But I just wonder what she'd do with ten thousand dollars."
"Probably buy a missile or a machine gun," Tyler said, shrugging.
Geoff chuckled. "Izzy's a wild party girl. I think it's really cool she made it that far."
Owen nodded, grinning. "And I think she could win the whole thing! That's my Izzy! I miss her so much, I could... I could..."
He burst into tears. Grabbing handfuls of chocolate on the bar's counter, and started stuffing his face. "Oh, when I get upset, I eat! Boo hoo hoo!"
"Owen, knock it off," Trent said. "You're acting like Geoff when someone mentions Bridge..."
"Boo hoo hoo!" Geoff replied.
"... Ette," the musician finished, slapping his forehead.
Tyler shook his head, adjusting his headband. "I will admit that Izzy is pretty cool, but there's someone who's even cooler."
"Who's that?" Lindsay asked, then her face lit up. "Oh! Is it that guy with the funny hat who Heather likes?"
"Hey," Heather shouted, blushing. "I don't-"
"Oh, quit denying it," Courtney said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "None of us here are gullible enough to believe that."
"But I don't think Esteban likes her," Lindsay said. "I mean, hasn't he been kissing Bridgette and Izzy?"
"BOO HOO HOO," Geoff and Owen cried.
"Oh, now you get their names right," Gwen grumbled, glaring at the blond bombshell.
"He's such a player," Leshawna said, chuckling. "He's kissed Heather, Izzy, Bridgette, even Harold."
"Oh, Leshawna," her boyfriend whined. "I thought we agreed not to bring that up."
"I actually never agreed," the plus-sized sister said, grinning.
"I really want to know," Courtney mused, "how the sexist, nose-picking redneck turned into...," she threw her hands up, and gave Duncan an apologetic look as she concluded with, "exceptional young man."
"Now you like him?" Heather shouted.
"He did get me to confess what had been bothering me about Harold," the CIT said. "If he hadn't done that, well, I cannot imagine how bad things would be."
"Well, he still picks his nose in the confession cam because he doesn't think we'd notice," Trent said, smirking. "But I think he's forgetting that people watch what we say in there."
"Man, Zeke's the best," Tyler gushed, clapping his hands. "I mean, he reformed when his parents took a lot of flak for what he said first season, and now he's kicking so much butt that he's wearing his shoes out!"
"That's a weird analogy," Sadie mused, "but... I kind of like it!"
"I still don't get why he's dating Heather," Harold admitted, shrugging. "I mean, she always puts him down and she stole his Zed-necklace."
"And left him buried alive in a mudslide," DJ added, "and kicked him the groin a couple times."
"Maybe the twerp just has bad taste in women," Eva said, shrugging her shoulders.
Heather was red in the face. "You people are such lame-o's," she retorted. "You don't even know Ezekiel... I mean, me! You don't..."
She stopped when she noticed all eyes were on her. Pulling her shades back over her eyes, she sighed bitterly and remarked, "Look, okay, I admit I kind of like him, but I am not going to go in why. Like I trust you weirdoes over my feelings."
"You have feelings?" Noah asked dryly. Katie giggled and hugged him as if to thank him.
"Yeah yeah, whatever, Noah," she shot back. "I don't know if he can win this or not, but I hope he can, eh."
Snickers and giggles spread across the teens, and Heather bared her teeth. "What?!"
"You said 'eh'," Justin pointed out. "You're talking like him now!"
Heather slapped her hands over her mouth, turning a brighter red than anyone had ever seen her turn.
"Just so long as it's not you winning, Heather," Gwen said, leaning back against Trent. "I mean, we have five fine picks. Beth's a sweetheart, Bridgette's awesome, Cody's generous and earnest, Ezekiel's reformed, and Izzy is... not Heather."
"If I had a vote in this," Justin said, "I'd vote for Beth to win."
"Beth the Braceless, you mean?" Harold asked, grinning at the male model. "She does look a lot better with those braces off, and as someone who's had them once before, I can tell you she's a lot happier with them off."
"I think I'd vote for Cody," Duncan admitted. "He's a cool guy."
Chris cleared his throat. "Um, before you all start to talk about whom you want to win, I think you should all know you have a hand in who goes next, in more than one way."
The teens looked surprised, suspicious, even alarmed.
"Oh mah God," Lindsay squealed. "Do we get to vote off the next person like we did last time?"
"In a way, yes," the host replied.
"So do we say their name if we want to vote them off?" the blond asked, staring up in thought. "Like say, if I want to vote off Bridgette, do I say Bridgette's name-"
Geoff was out of the hot tub in a flash, his hand over Lindsay's mouth. "Stop saying her name," he shouted. "You'll get Bridgette kicked off!"
He slapped his other hand over his mouth, then looked horrified at Chris. The host raised an eyebrow.
"Hehe, priceless," Duncan chuckled. "Love to see you explain to Bridgette how you got her voted off because of your love for her."
"Duncan, stop it," Courtney hollered.
"What, princess?"
"I want Bridgette to win, so stop-"
The CIT slapped both hands over her mouth, and Geoff almost knocked her over in his effort to stop her from talking.
"Figures the one time Lindsay gets someone's name right," Noah remarked, "is when it would be the wrong time to."
"Stop voting my girlfriend off," Geoff wailed as Courtney pushed him away.
"Say good-bye to surfer chick," Eva remarked, rolling her eyes. "Alas Bridgette, we hardly knew ye."
As Geoff blubbered in agony, Chris started to laugh. "You funny teenagers," he cackled. "You think that I'd try that again?"
"You mean, it's not going to go down like that this time?" Leshawna asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Tricks never work second time around."
"Oh I don't know, it was about to," Noah stated matter-of-factly.
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."
"What?" was the reply from most people.
Chris would have replied, but he was hugged by a very relieved Geoff. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," the party animal chanted. "You're a wonderful man! A wonderful, beautiful, kind man!"
"Yes yes, thank you, Geoff," the host said as he pried the teenager off him, though he was smiling in appreciation.
"Oh man," Gwen said, chuckling. "Geoff's going to look back at that and feel so embarrassed."
"So, what do you mean by what you said, Chris?" Duncan asked, raising his unibrow in interest.
"As we speak, and as the sky lowers to bless us with a chilling night sky," Chris said, raising his finger, "Chef Hatchet is preparing Izzy, Cody, Beth, Bridgette, and Ezekiel, and bringing them here on the Boat of Losers!"
Lindsay gasped. "You mean... they all just lost?"
"No, beautiful," Chris said, flicking her nose playfully. "It means that the five of them are coming over here for a competition...
"And you all are going to be helping them try to win immunity, so they will be safe from the wrath of your votes!"
The sound of a tug boat's horn blared from the ocean, and Chris snapped his fingers. "That should be them now. Chef will lead them up here."
"They don't need directions," Courtney said. "They all know the way from the dock to the pool."
"Not if Chef did as he was told."
The campers looked towards the entrance to the pool, and gasped when they saw the five winners being led in by Chef Hatchet. Beth, Izzy, Ezekiel, Bridgette, and Cody were all blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs.
And Izzy wasn't enjoying it one bit.
"You evil bastards," she was shrieking. "I refuse to be your toy! I've seen your handiwork on the internet, and I say, you won't bound me and gag me and turn me into a play thing! NEVER! YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!!"
"Izzy, please calm down," Beth whimpered, "you're making me nervous!"
"We should be! Bondage freaks have taken us, and plan sick, twisted things! But Izzy never knew a rope that could hold her! I'll swallow the ball gag! I've done it once; it was a dare at a party, and it was really cool, all on video you could see it go down my throat as this large bulge..."
In the middle of her story, Chef Hatchet was busy untying the other four campers and releasing their blindfolds. When they realized where they were, they looked around in awe, then waved at their former campers. Bridgette saw Geoff and raced towards him.
"Babe!"
"Sweetheart!"
They embraced, but Bridgette put too much force into her hug, knocking him over and sending them tumbling into the pool.
As Beth whimpered and held onto Cody, saying how scared she had been to be bound and blinded, Justin approached them and patted the farm girl on the back.
"You feeling better, Beth?" he asked, smiling handsomely at her.
"Y-yes," she stammered, smiling back.
Cody frowned at Justin. "It wasn't that pleasant, you know," he said. "Chef grabbed us and tied the blindfolds on, then he started to tie our wrists behind our back. We were certain he was going mad."
"Cody was such a hero," Beth said, smiling appreciatively at Cody. "He threw himself at Chef when he came at me."
Justin raised an eyebrow at Cody. "You did?"
"Y-Yes, although," the tech-geek scratched the back of his head, "I really... didn't stand up too long against him."
"Well, Chef's built like a tank, but that makes you all the more admirable," Justin said, smiling proudly at the smaller teenager. "You're a good man, Cody."
"Um, thanks," Cody said, smiling nervously. Justin seemed sincere enough, but Cody felt embarrassed nonetheless.
Meanwhile, Ezekiel was trying to talk to Izzy, but she couldn't hear him over her own yelling and Chef's demands for her to shut up.
"I'll kill every last one of you, you hear me?" Izzy roared. "I'll rip your heads off! No, better yet, I'll tie you up and I'll coat you in red ants! Or poison ivy! Or coat you with honey and drop a beehive on you! Or maybe I'll just do all three!"
"Just shut up, you psycho redhead," Chef said, untying the bonds on her hands.
This was a giant mistake on his part, as she still had her blindfold on. Whipping around, she decked the large man and knocked him to the ground. With an unbridled roar, she leapt on him and started to pummel the ever-loving crap out of him.
"Izzy, no, no!"
Ezekiel ran behind Izzy and tried to pull her off. She elbowed his ribs and continued to beat Chef. When the prairie boy recovered, he pulled the blindfold off of her, shouting, "It's Chef, it's Chef, it's CHEF!"
"Chef Hatchet?" Izzy said, blinking hard at the dazed and beaten man. She blinked a few times, as Chef moaned in pain.
Then she snarled. "I always knew you were a sick freak! Die, bondage fan, DIE!!"
She resumed her violent punching, and Ezekiel had to wrap his arms around her waist and yank her off. Kicking and screaming and squirming, the redhead was quiet a handful and Ezekiel was barely able to contain her.
"Izzy, stop it! He's not a bondage freak, he's Chef," Ezekiel yelled, "He's Chef, our lousy cook but not a freak, eh! Chef, Izzy, Chef! CHEF!"
Izzy stopped struggling very suddenly, and Ezekiel thought this meant that she understood. The redhead looked around at him with a very sly smile on her face and whispered, "Zeke, I'm really flattered you like them, but we're both seeing other people."
At first Ezekiel was confused, then he realized where his hands were: Izzy's fervent struggling and wiggling led her down in his grasp, her breasts now being cupped by the prairie boy.
Becoming extremely red in the face, Ezekiel leapt away, letting go too fast for Izzy to react; the redhead fell down on her bottom, a silly grin on her face.
Leshawna burst out laughing and thumped Ezekiel's back. "You are one helluva player, white boy," she declared, patting him.
"Oh, is he?"
Heather approached, snarling at Ezekiel. "You like Izzy's boobs then, Ezekiel?"
"Th-th-that was an accident, eh," he shouted, waving his hands in desperation.
"Was it?" the queen bee said, getting right up in his face. "Was it also an accident when you kissed her a couple challenges back?!"
Ezekiel swallowed and was about to reply when Leshawna cut in. "Listen up Heather, you don't have any right to tell him off when you keep insisting you aren't interested in him!"
"What say have you in this, you big-butted sister of the ghetto?"
"Oh no no no! You did not just offend my booty! I outta-"
"Girls, girls," Ezekiel shouted, putting his hands between the two. "Stop this, you two can't fight."
"And why not?" they both growled.
"Because Heather's mad at me, and I owe her an explanation."
"You don't owe this skinny white girl nothin', kid," Leshawna hollered.
Meanwhile, Izzy was getting a bear hug from Owen. "Owen missed Izzy," he shouted, kissing her cheek. "Izzy miss Owen?"
"Izzy miss Owen," she confirmed, nodding and grinning as Owen continued to smooch her cheek. "Izzy miss Owen very much! But you know what Izzy miss too?"
"What's that?"
"Real food!" Izzy wriggled out of Owen's grasp, and dove towards the buffet and began gorging herself. The large teen watched in shock for a few seconds, then bolted over too and started stuffing his face alongside her.
"Aww, young love," Chris said, clapping. He looked down at Chef, and winced. "Ooo, she did a number on you, dude. You gonna be all right?"
"Mommy," was the pathetic, whimpering reply.
"Hmmm. Joel, can you drag Mr. Hatchet into the medical section of the hotel?" the host asked.
"Sure thing, Mr. Maclean," the young inventor said as he grabbed the collar of Chef's shirt, and began to drag him away. The large cook bawled in pain, sucking his thumb and whimpering muffled words like "Mommy," "oh da pain," and "I never got my pony."
"Well then, boys and girls," Chris Maclean shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, "it's time for the next challenge of Total Drama Comeback! And all of you are going to be involved!"
The announcement was heard by a handful of the ex-campers, and none of the remaining five campers. Bridgette was in a heavy make-out session with Geoff in the pool; Ezekiel was in an argument with Leshawna and Heather (though he was not spitting mad like them); Cody, Beth and Justin were engaged in a conversation in which the two guys were desperately trying to get Beth's attention; and Izzy was gorging herself at the buffet with Owen.
Chris sighed, slumping his shoulders. "Guys? Campers? C'mon!"
Courtney patted the host's shoulder. "Welcome to the world of teenage drama, Chris."
DJ covered Bunny's eyes, and Tyler shook his head. "Dude," the jock said to the host, "you might want to cut to commercial."
"Yeah, but we'll have to leave our viewers with some dramatic, suspenseful questions," the host said. He opened his mouth, but he became engrossed in the argument between Leshawna and Heather, and walked over to get a closer stance.
Tyler blinked, then looked over at the cameraman. "Um, dude? Should we?"
"You'd better, Tyler man, I'm running low on film," the cameraman said.
"Oh okay. Um... what is Chris Maclean's challenge that involves the ex-campers?"
"And," Eva cut in, "is there going to be an twist to the voting after this challenge?"
"And," Harold declared, jumping in front of them, "who will be the next camper to join us here at Playa de Losers: Cody, Bridgette, Ezekiel, Beth, or Izzy?"
"You know what I'm more interested in?" Katie said, Noah by her side. "Who is going to win Beth's heart: Cody or Justin?"
"I bet on Anti-Me," Noah said, then slapped his forehead. "God, I cannot believe I am."
"Naw, it'll be Cody," Trent cut in.
"This is great, guys," the cameraman cheered. "I just hope we don't run out of film soo-"
Part 2 approaching, with all 22 campers' involvement!
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I hope you all enjoyed this large dose of all the campers!
And... \shameless self promotion here\... I've written another one-shot, an Ezzy pairing! Read it if that's your kind of thing!