Total Drama Bonanza
A Total DramaFanfiction by StoryCrafter12
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fanfiction. Total Drama and all of its characters are property of Teletoon and Fresh TV. Please support the official release.
Warning: This story is rated T for teen. It contains mild danger, language, brief nudity, and some crude humor and sexual elements. To be fair, though, these are teenagers I'm writing about.
Author's Note: And here's chapter five! Sorry it took so long, but I'm trying to give you guys longer chapters, which unfortunately take me a while to write.
But it's here now! Be prepared for laser sharks (something the actual episode "Truth or Laser Shark" was severely lacking in), ship teases that are about as subtle as a power drill to the face, and a thorough discussion of that delicious hunk of man-meat known as Christian Bale!
Day Two, Part Two: You Can't Handle the Truth
"Welcome back to Total Drama Bonanza!" Chris proclaimed, standing at his podium between the Extreme Eagles and Wild Wolves. "The challenge today is a twisted display of Truth or Dare as only Total Drama can truly deliver. The score is tied one-to-one, and up next for the Eagles…"
He pressed the selection button, and the TV screen beside him cycled between contestants and the truth/dare symbols until it stopped.
"… is Cameron, telling a truth!"
Cameron, who had been rubbing Sky's back to alleviate her ailing stomach, perked up at the sound of his own name. "Me?"
"That's right." Chris nodded as a Truth Band rose up from the tabletop in front of Cameron, the metal ring split in half at the top. "Place your wrist into the Truth Band, if you would."
The bubble boy did so, flinching as the ring clamped around his wrist, the familiar thirty-second timer popping up on the TV.
Chris drew a card from the white deck. "Okay, to earn a point, truthfully answer the following question: where do you dream of losing your virginity, or, if you already have lost your virginity, where did it happen?"
Cameron's eyes widened, a heavy blush settling over his cheeks. "What?! What kind of question is that?"
"The kind designed to make you feel as awkward and uncomfortable as possible," Chris answered bluntly.
"Was the second part of that question really necessary?" Scott asked with a cruel smirk. "I mean, come on: it's Cameron."
Chris and Scott shared a laugh, and Cameron's blush deepened as the boy's shoulders hunched as high as they would go, like a turtle trying to pull into its shell.
"You've got thirty seconds to spill the beans, kid," Chris said as the countdown began. Cameron bit his bottom lip, sweat forming on his brow as everyone present stared at him.
"Um, well…" he said, fidgeting in his seat, "I wouldn't be too picky about where it happens, but… I guess I always imagined making love for the first time on a beach at sunset."
There was a brief moment of silence as the timer stopped, then was replaced by a green checkmark as a bell sounded.
"He speaks the truth!" Chris said, and Cameron sighed in relief as the Truth Band released his wrist. "Another point for the Eagles!"
"Aw, I didn't know you were such a romantic, Cam," Dakota gushed.
"Never knew you had it in you, short stuff," Anne Maria commented.
"Yeah, well… It's probably never gonna happen," Cameron admitted, still blushing furiously.
"On the extremely slim chance that it does, just remember to lay a big towel down," Chris said, looking uncharacteristically stern, "or you will get sand in some very uncomfortable places. Also make sure it's a private beach, because the police take public indecency laws pretty seriously."
"Speaking from experience, Chris?" Topher asked, looking interested. "Do tell!"
"Sorry, but what happens in Finland stays in Finland."
"Look, can we please just drop it?" Cameron said suddenly, throwing his arms up. "It's nothing but a stupid fantasy that will never happen in a million billion years."
"Well if it ever does, I'm sure it will be the best thirty seconds of your life," Jo said mockingly, earning a laugh from several of the more crass contestants.
Cameron groaned, planting his face on the counter in front of him as he covered his head with his arms. "I think I'm going to die of embarrassment."
He felt a hand fall in his shoulder, and looked up to see Sky giving him a weak smile.
"I think it's a nice dream," she said, and Cameron found himself smiling in spite of his indignity.
"Okay, as fun as it is to laugh at Cameron's humiliation, it's time to move on," Chris said, and pressed the button to choose the game's next victim. "Up to bat for the Wolves, we have Dawn performing a dare!"
Dawn made her way down from the bleachers to stand in front of Chris, who drew a black card from the deck.
"Dawn, your challenge is to balance an egg on the top of your head…"
Oh, that doesn't sound so bad, Dawn thought with a smile, thinking that she wouldn't be tempting fate as long as she didn't say the words out loud.
"While you yourself balance on a wooden post as Chef throws rotten produce at you!"
Dawn's smile dropped. Yeah, I shouldn't have even tried.
Chef approached, pushing a cart of moldy fruits and vegetables (from his own kitchen, or course) with a long two-by-four laid out on top. Ignoring Dave's cry of "Where are you keeping this stuff?" Chef hammered the post halfway into the sand and waited for Dawn to balance herself on one foot atop the board before he handed her an egg from his pocket.
"Just like the other dares, you must balance for thirty seconds," Chris said as Dawn gently rested the egg on her golden locks. Chuckling manically, Chef made his way back to the cart while the host pulled the timer up. "If you fall or drop the egg, you lose. Are you ready?"
Dawn wobbled on the board, arms waving as she struggled to stay balanced. "Well," she said, "if I could have just a minute to find my center-"
"Go!"
Chef cackled and plucked a rotten apple at Dawn. The moonchild cried out and twisted her body, the fruit whizzing past her as she flailed her arms, the egg rolling in her hair.
"You can do it, Dawn!" Shawn said.
Dawn rotated to the right, a mushy peach grazing her skirt.
"W-w-we believe in you," Brick managed to say through his chattering teeth.
Dawn ducked her head, a fuzzy carrot spearing the air where her face would have been a second later.
"Use your hippie magic!" Lightning shouted.
"Yah!" Dawn screamed, pivoting to the left to avoid a foul cantaloupe, arms pin-wheeling, the egg coming dangerously close to tumbling off the back of her head. The Wild Wolves gasped.
"Not when we're so close!" Amy cried, his eyes glued to the timer with only ten seconds to go.
Ella bit her lip, then gasped as an idea popped into her head.
"Dawn!" She shouted as Chef grinned and hurled a rotten watermelon. "Pretend there's a baby chick in that egg!"
Dawn's eye went wide, then narrowed as she went as still as a statue. She caught the melon a second before it would have smacked into her chest, twirling gracefully on the post and tossing the spoiled fruit back at Chef. The burly cook's smile fell in a heartbeat, his eyes widened, and he had just enough time to utter, "Oh, shi-"
Smack!
The melon shattered on his head, foul-smelling rind and fruit flying everywhere, rancid juice splattering Chef's face and neck. The force of the impact sent Chef tumbling back into the cart of rotting fruit, and the force of that impact sent the cart rolling down the sand and up to the lake where the wheels caught on a large rock, dumping the screaming Chef and its gross contents into the water.
A stunned silence settled over the assembled teens, broken only by the ding of the victory bell.
"Dawn earns the second point for the Wild Wolves!" Chris said, the team in question cheering at the announcement. "And in an awesome way, I might add! I am seriously tempted to give out bonus points for that display."
"Really?" Samey asked, hopeful.
"Of course not! It was still awesome though."
Confessional Cam: Chris being generous is like Max going five minutes without reminding us how EVIL he is – never gonna happen.
B: (stares into the camera, eyes wide with astonishment, and mouths the word, "Wow.")
Dawn: "As a pacifist, I feel a little bad about what happened to Chef. I really didn't mean for all of that to happen, but I guess the tai-chi I practice as a form of meditation has given me some unexpected skills."
Ella: "I had a feeling Dawn would react like that if she even suspected an animal was in danger. I sense a real kindred spirit with her."
Chef: (is glaring at the camera while soaking wet, with chunks of rotten fruits and vegetables clinging to his clothes and flies buzzing around him) "That hippie just made Chef's (bleep)-list."
Dawn hopped down from the board and returned the egg to Chris, who chose who would be next victim as Dawn went to sit with her team. "Up next is Rodney," he said, "doing a dare."
Rodney gulped and stepped down onto the sands while Chris drew a black card. "For his dare, Rodney must… eat this wasabi!"
Chef, who had made his way back up from the lake, shot a glare at Dawn as he held out a plate of green much, the small mound about the size of a ping-pong ball. Several of the teenagers gasped, but Rodney just smirked.
"Is that all?" he asked. He then plucked the green ball from the plate and popped it into his mouth before Chris could even pull the timer up. Everyone, including the host, gaped at Rodney as he chewed and swallowed.
"Well, it looks like Rodney earns a point for the Eagles," Chris said, chuckling as the country boy beamed at him. "Oh, this ought to be good."
"Sorry Chris, but you're losing your touch if you thought I'd be scared of a little 'wa-so-bee,' whatever that is," Rodney said, his smile drooping slightly as his cheeks turned rosy. "Is it getting warm out here, or is it just me?"
Mike spoke up as Rodney pulled his shirt collar out, fanning himself with the other hand. "Um, Chris? Maybe you should get him some water?"
Jasmine shook her head. "Water is just a temporary fix, unless you drink a lot of it. What the bloke really needs is milk."
"Milk?" Zoey asked, perplexed.
"Seriously, it's getting kind of hot out here," Rodney remarked as beads of sweat started to form on his brow.
"You always want to go for dairy when you've eaten something really spicy," Jasmine explained, "because the milk reacts with the chemicals in the spices to cancel out the burning sensation."
"Yeah, but does Chef even have any milk that didn't go bad when we were all in elementary school?" Sam asked with a chuckle as Rodney's entire face turned red.
"Whoa, whoa! Hot!" Rodney screamed, running in circles as the full effects the wasabi paste hit home. "Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot HOT!"
Still screaming his head off (with Chris literally rolling in the sand laughing uproariously in the background) Rodney made a beeline straight for the lake. He dropped to his knees and frantically scooped several handfuls of water into his mouth, before settling for just dunking his entire head in the lake. He held it there for a few seconds, taking a dozen giant gulps before emerging, relief in his features.
"Ah, much better," he said, walking back to the Extreme Eagle's bleachers. He noticed the stares of his fellow campers and frowned. "What? Is there something on my face?"
Shawn was the first to speak up. "Uh, yeah. You've got a little… something…"
He gestured vaguely around his mouth and nose. Rodney reached up and felt the twin leeches clinging to the space between his upper lip and nose, hanging down like a slimy handlebar mustache.
"Oh, would you look at that," he said mildly. "Hey Chris, would you mind if I go take care of this?"
"Sorry Rod, but we've gotta get a move on," Chris said, and pressed the button to choose the next contestant. "Looks like B is up next for the Wild Wolves, and he'll be revealing a truth."
B shrugged, looking unconcerned as he held out his hand and the Truth Band rose up to clamp around his wrist. Chris drew a white card, and his grin got wider.
"Oh, look at this!" He declared. "We've got our first wild card of the game!"
"A wild card?" Scarlett asked, blinking.
"I threw a few special cards like these into the decks to keep the game interesting," Chris explained. "Basically, a wild card lets the last person who went – Rodney in this case – make up the question or dare for the current contestant, after getting my approval of course."
"Wait," Rodney interjected, "does this mean I can ask B anything, and he has to tell the truth?"
"If he wants the point for his team, yes."
"Hmm…" Rodney pursed his lips, stroking one of the leeches thoughtfully as he stared at the silent boy. He grinned as the idea hit him. "Alright then, just what does the B stand for?"
Chris watched B's eyes go wide, and he grinned as well.
"That works," he said, pulling up the countdown timer. "Thirty seconds to tell us your real name, bro."
B flinched as everyone turned to stare at him. He shrank under their collective gazes, watching the seconds tick by on the screen, before giving a heavy sigh. He reached down to tap Sam's shoulder.
"What's that?" Sam asked. The larger boy held out his free hand as though he were holding a pen or pencil. "Something to write with? Uh, I've got my 3DS…"
B nodded, and Sam handed him the gaming device. He turned it on, opened the drawing application and wrote something down before passing it back to Sam. The gamer read the bottom screen, and had to choke back a laugh.
"His name's Beverly!" Sam announced, holding up the 3DS for all to see. There was a moment of silence, and the green checkmark popped onto screen with a 'ding!'
"Another point for the Wolves!" Chris announced, grinning at the embarrassed black teenager. "Way to bite the bullet, Beverly."
Just about everyone present had a good laugh at B's expense, who buried his face in his hands the second the Truth Band released his wrist.
"I think it's a lovely name," Dawn said, offering B a kind smile. He looked down at her for a moment before smiling back.
"And back over to the Eagles we go," Chris said as he selected the next contestant to go. "Still anyone's game at this point."
The TV selected Scott to perform a dare. The devious boy sighed and stepped onto the beach as Chris drew a back card.
"Scott," he said as he read, "for your dare, you must walk across a wooden beam over a tank of water!"
Scott arced an eyebrow as Chef walked off, returning a few minutes later driving a large flatbed truck with a massive rectangular pool resting in the bed, a steel rung ladder imbedded in the side and a board just a few inches wide stretched length-wise across the crystal clear water.
"That sounds… unusually tame," Scott said, narrowing his eyes at Chris. "What's the catch?"
"No catch!" Chris said with his trademarked wicked grin. "All you have to do is not fall into the pool…"
A triangular fin broke the surface of the water, and Scott jumped back with a scream of terror.
"… which happens to hold a giant shark, whom we call Fang," Chris finished with a cackle.
"Are you out of your (bleep)ing mind?!" Scott screamed at the host. "Just go ahead and shock my team now, 'cause there's no way in hell I'm doing this!"
"Excuse me?!" Jo demanded, glaring at Scott. "We're not losing this challenge because you're scared of a little fish!"
"A little fish? Did you not hear him? That's a goddamned shark!"
Beardo grinned and began to perfectly mimic the (in)famous orchestral theme from Jaws.
"Shut up, Beardo!" Scott snapped, making the larger teenager flinch and shrink back in his seat. "I'm not gonna risk getting eaten for one lousy point!"
"Relax, Scotty-boy," Chris interrupted, earning a glare from Scott. "We just fed Fang a half hour ago, so he's not hungry enough to actually bite. Chef, if you would?"
The burly cook hopped out of the cab and climbed the ladder up to the lip of the pool, where he took a deep breath and stuck his arm in the water up to the elbow. The dorsal fin turned and moved towards him. Chef flinched as Fang brushed against his hand, but wasn't pulled screaming into the tank in a burst of red as Scott expected. The fin moved away, and Chef sighed in relief as he climbed back down.
"So, it's really safe?" Scott asked, still sounding skeptical.
"Yep!" Chris said, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "So even if you do fall in, you're in no danger of being eaten. Still wanna pass?"
Scott bit his lip and glanced back at his team. Anne Maria and Max were glaring, Jo was snarling and smacking her palm with a fist, and everyone else was giving him hopeful looks.
Confessional Cam: There is a creature alive today that has survived billions of years of evolution…
Scott: "Well, this is a bit of a problem. My whole strategy revolves around my team losing, but that's not gonna work if I'm responsible for our loss! There's gotta be a way to get someone else to drop the ball during this challenge… but until then, it looks like I don't have a choice. Besides, they did feed the shark, so it's safe… Right?"
Scott exhaled sharply. "Okay, guess I'm going for it."
"Good man," Chris said, returning to his podium and pulling up the timer. "Thirty seconds to cross the tank, timer starts when you step onto the board."
Scott approached the truck and climbed up the ladder. From the top he could see the entire shark, a massive light-grey beast at least ten feet long, shaped like a torpedo, gliding silently beneath the shimmering waves. Its solid black eyes seemed to stare into Scott's soul as he took a deep breath and hauled himself onto the board, resting on his knees with his feet dangling off.
"Ready?" Chris asked. Scott gave a curt nod and stood up on the bridge, and Chris started the countdown. "Go!"
Scott held out his arms for balance as he took his first tentative steps across the board, both teams watching him intently. The wood creaked and groaned beneath his feet, and Scott flinched each time Fang passed beneath him, but he was nonetheless able to keep walking.
"You've got this in the bag, Scott," Sky called, then hunched over as her still-upset stomach lurched. "Just try not to look down and you'll be fine."
"Right, don't look down," Scott repeated, his heart hammering in his chest as he stared straight ahead, focusing all of his attention on the end of the bridge, "Don't look down at the two-ton killing machine with hundreds of razor-sharp teeth that could rip my limbs off like they were made of paper…"
There was a splash from below, and Scott froze with a high-pitched squeak. He looked down to see Fang breach the water's surface just a few feet away, its angular head rising up from the waves, a mad gleam in its eyes. From this close, Scott could see the steel ring wrapped around the shark's head and the thin metal tube mounted on top, the end pointed at Scott glowing a bright red.
"What the-" was all Scott had time to say before a beam of red energy shot through the air, grazing his arm. The boy cried out in pain and stumbled backwards, eyes darting between the descending shark and the burning scorch mark on his left bicep. "What the hell was that?!"
Scott wasn't the only one that was surprised.
"Was that a laser beam?" An astonished Cameron asked.
"Indeed it was, Cam my man," Chris said, laughing as the shark surfaced and fired another blast at Scott, who screamed and fell backwards onto his ass, narrowly avoiding the shot.
"Chris, you asshole!" Scott screamed as he started crawling forward as fast as he could, eyes glued to the circling shark below. "I thought you said there was no danger?!"
"I said there was no danger of being eaten," Chris clarified. "I didn't say anything about you being safe from laser beam blasts."
"But… but that makes zero sense!" Dave interjected, making Chris jump. "This is just a reality TV show, how the heck did you get access to that sort of technology? And how did you teach a shark to fire a laser in the first place?!"
Chris scowled at him as Scott flattened himself against the board, a laser blast singeing his hair. "Okay, will you please stop pointing out the improbabilities of things that happen in this show? It's already getting old."
Scott screamed as Fang surfaced and fired again. This time, however, the beam missed Scott completely, instead hitting the board directly in front of him, burning the wood and causing it to crack.
"Seriously?!" Scott screeched as the board splintered and snapped, dropping dangerously close to the water line. He looked back to see the shark circling back around, its head rising from water once more, the laser charging for another blast, its mouth open in that crazed grin unique to sharks. Scott grimaced and turned back around, the end of the bridge just a few feet away.
Scott quickly climbed to his feet, the damaged board sagging further down. With a cry of desperate determination, Scott leapt for the edge of the pool as the wood snapped and fell into the water with a splash. The boy flew through the air...
Clang!
And smacked against the edge of the pool, his upper body dangling in the air as his legs dipped into the water. Scott groaned as a searing pain shot through his midsection, then yelped as a laser beam scored a direct hit on his rear end, causing him to flail and fall forwards, landing in a tangled heap in the sand below.
"Well, looks like Scott gives the Eagles their first loss," Chris remarked as the boy picked himself up, clutching his stomach.
"Excuse me?!" Scott demanded, throwing a hand up at the pool. "I crossed the bridge just like I was supposed to!"
"Yes, but you'll recall that the conditions of the challenge were to cross the pool without falling into water." He pointed to Scott's shoes and the bottom of his jeans, both of which were soaked. "And you're looking a little wet over there."
"You mean I was just risked my life and got shot at by a shark for nothing?!"
Chris shrugged, grinning at the boy's fury. "Pretty much. Oh, and since you failed the dare…"
His fist slammed down on a yellow button that had, until now, remained untouched. There was a snap of power as a circuit connected, and the eleven Extreme Eagles still sitting on the bleachers cried out as jolts of electricity coursed through them through the metal seats. Chris cackled at the sounds of their screams, shutting the electricity off after a few seconds.
Sky groaned as she clutched her stomach, the edges of her clothing singed slightly. "Okay," she said, "that really didn't help my stomach…"
"Oh, I'm starting to wish I had worn my rubber underwear today," Cameron moaned.
"Wait, what would you need rubber underwear for?" Mike asked, confused.
Cameron's eyes widened. "Uh, no reason!" He said quickly, glancing around nervously. "No reason at all, ehehehe…"
"Nice going, Scott," Dakota said, glaring at the boy as he sat back down.
"Hey, at least I actually tried!" Scott said defensively, glaring at Chris. "Not my fault Mr. Douchebag over there gave me an unwinnable dare."
Chris frowned. "First of all, the dare wasn't unwinnable, just extremely difficult and loaded with an unexpected twist. Second, it's Dr. Douchebag to you! I didn't go to eight years of Asshole College to be called 'mister.'"
He cleared his throat and pressed the button to choose the next contestant. "Okay, the Wild Wolves have a chance to pull ahead. Let's see if…" The TV stopped cycling through campers. "Jasmine can pull off a dare to bring her team into the lead."
The Aussie girl cracked her knuckles as she made her way down onto the beach, her face set in a look of grim determination as she did so. Chef went back towards the truck, but a sharp whistle from Chris stopped the cook in his tracks.
"Hold on, Chef, we're still gonna need that shark," Chris said, looking at the black card he had drawn, "because Jasmine's dare is to swim to the bottom of Fang's pool and retrieve this colored weight."
Chris held up a thick, bright green plastic ring, letting Jasmine get a good look at it before chucking it towards the tank, where it hit the water with a splash and sank quickly to the bottom.
"Thirty seconds to retrieve the ring, starting when you enter the pool," Chris said as he brought the timer up. "If you'll just wait for Chef to fish out those busted boards-"
"Banzai!" Jasmine shouted, sprinting over to the pool. She grabbed the edge (which was at eye-level to the Outback Amazon) and hurled herself up and over, into the water. Several people cried out in shock while the host, caught off guard by Jasmine's boldness, frantically pulled up the underwater tank camera, the thirty-second timer counting down in the corner.
Beneath the water, Jasmine held her breath as she took in her new surroundings. Broken chunks of wood drifted above, casting irregularly-shaped shadows on the smooth floor of the tank. The green weight rested in the dead center of the pool, and Fang was silently hovering over it, its mouth hanging open to reveal rows of triangular teeth, silently daring Jasmine to come closer.
Narrowing her eyes, Jasmine swam up to grab a broken piece of wood, a few feet in length with a jagged end. She pointed a finger at the shark and curled it towards herself, the universal gesture for "bring it!"
Fang growled and shot forward like a bullet, his mouth opening wider and wider and wider-
Thunk!
Fang froze in place, finding itself unable to close its mouth. The beast thrashed about, struggling to snap the wooden board that had been jammed length-wise into its gaping maw while Jasmine swam past with a triumphant smirk. She glided gracefully through the water to the bottom of the tank, where she picked up the green ring. The Wild Wolves cheered.
"Don't celebrate just yet, kiddies," Chris said, wagging one finger. "She still has to exit the pool with the weight to earn the point. And what do we have here?"
With a mighty chomp, the shark bit the wooden board into splinters and shot towards Jasmine with a snarl. The Australian had just made it to the edge when she felt the water shift, and turned her head to see Fang barreling towards her. Her eyes widened, then narrowed. She put the ring between her teeth and grabbed the edge of the tank, bracing herself against the wall, scrunching her entire body up. She waited patiently until the shark was close enough to see into the dark void of its mouth, and then…
Smack!
Jasmine's body uncoiled like a spring, her legs shooting out, both of her feet slamming into the Fang's snout. The beast quickly turned tail and swam away to the farthest corner of the tank where it proceeded to curl into a tight ball, whimpering as it stared at Jasmine with terrified eyes. Jasmine smirked and vaulted herself out of the water and the pool, where she was greeted to the sound of a ringing bell and her team's wild cheers.
"Jasmine earns point number four for the Wolves!" Chris said as Jasmine sauntered past his podium, dropping the dripping weight into his outstretched palms. "Meaning the Wild Wolves lead the game four to three."
"That was one-hundred percent badass!" Topher said as the soaking-wet Jasmine took her seat beside him.
"That was like something out of an action movie!" Zoey gushed.
"No, it was like scoring the killing blow on a final boss," Sam said.
"I can't condone violence against animals," Dawn admitted, "but that was still quite impressive."
"Almost as awesome as that time I scored a game-winning seventy-seven yard touchdown," Lightning said with a nod of approval.
"Meh, it was alright," Amy said, trying to sound unimpressed.
Jasmine chuckled, basking in the adoration of her team as she wrung the water from her hat. "FIGJAM, mates."
Confessional Cam: What the hell is a figjam?
Shawn: "Holy crap, I was spot-on about Jasmine! She kicks ass! If she can take down a man-eating shark that easily, a zombie doesn't stand a chance!"
Leonard: "With Lady Jasmine's knowledge of the land and her impressive physical prowess, she'd make an exceptional monk."
Samey: (stares at the camera with her jaw hanging open) "… That. Was. Amazing!"
B: (nods and gives the camera an impressed thumbs-up)
Ella: "I'm with Dawn on this one: I feel terrible for that sweet little shark, but that really was brave and incredible."
Brick: "Our commander is one hell of a woman!"
Scott: "Ha! Suck on that, you stupid shark!"
Jasmine: (still soaking wet) "Truth be told, when I saw that shark coming at me, I was so scared I thought I might piss myself! I was in the water so it probably wouldn't have been noticeable, but I'm glad I remembered a shark's nose is a weak spot. Wouldn't do well for the team's leader to be wettin' herself, after all."
Chef drove away with the truck while Chris pressed the selection button. "Okay, we're back over to the Eagles…" Chris said as a familiar girl jock popped up on the TV, next to a halo. "With Jo telling a truth."
"Aw, seriously?" Jo asked with a frown as a Truth Band popped up in front of her. "After a couple of badass dares like that, all I have to do is answer a question? What a gyp!"
Chris laughed as Jo placed her wrist into the band. "Jo, using the traditional baseball analogy, how far have you gotten with a member of the opposite sex?"
Jo's eyes widened, feeling her cheeks grow hot. "Excuse me?! Are all of these truth questions going to have to do with love and sex?"
"Not all of them. Just seventy-five, maybe eighty percent," Chris said with a shrug, pulling up the countdown. "Thirty seconds to tell us all about your love life, Jo."
Jo's blush deepened as she felt her team turn to look at her, each tick of the timer hammering her ear drums. "Um… w-well, the thing is… Y-you see…"
Jo continued her mumbling for several seconds, despite the urging words from her teammates. Cameron glanced over to see that the countdown was approaching the single digits. He cringed and braced himself for the shock, but perked up when an idea came to him.
"Come on, Jo," Cameron said to her, raising a brow with a smirk. "After all, I was able to answer my question. Are you not tough enough to admit the truth?"
"Not tough enough?!" Jo snapped, slamming a fist down as she glared at the tiny nerd. "I'll show you tough enough! You want the truth? The truth is, I've never even kissed a guy!"
Everyone stared as Jo heaved, still glowering at Cameron. A ring of the bell indicated that she was being truthful.
"And that's a point for the Eagles," Chris said with an uncharacteristic lack of flair as the Jo's wrist was released. "Wow, you're sixteen and you haven't had your first kiss? That's kind of sad."
"Eat it, McClean," Jo huffed, crossing her arms, a ghost of a blush still decorating her cheeks.
"Nice job, Cameron," Sky whispered, exchanging a fist bump with the bubble boy underneath the counter.
"Alright, it's a tie game again," Chris said as he pressed the selection button once more. "Let's see if the Wolves can pull back into the lead."
This time Ella was selected to perform a dare. Chris drew a black card, and his grin grew wider.
"It's another wild card!" He announced. "Jo, you get to pick Ella's dare."
"Is that so?" She asked, rubbing her chin as she looked at the smiling princess. Jo smirked. "Okay, I dare Ella not to sing for five minutes!"
This earned a round of confused mutterings from the contestants, but Chris just shrugged. "A little tame for my tastes, but given the camper that's being dared, I'll allow it."
He pulled up the timer, this time setting it for five minutes.
"Really, Jo?" Ella asked, looking confident. "I may love to sing, but I'm perfectly capable of going a few minutes without breaking out into song."
Jo chuckled. "Oh, really? Clang, clang, clang."
"Went the tro-lleeeeey!" Ella belted out. Her teammates cried out in protest, and her eyes went wide. "No, wait! I didn't mean-"
Chris slammed down the button, and the Wolves screamed as electricity coursed through them.
"Wow, the dare was not to sing for five minutes, and you didn't even last five seconds," Chris remarked after he shut off the power. "That was just pathetic."
"Sorry, everybody," Ella said, her hare now frazzled from the impromptu shock therapy.
Jasmine, who had been shocked extra hard because she was wet, gave an unsteady wave of the hand. "No drama, mate," she said, then cringed as her muscles spasmed. "Ouch…"
"That was clever," Dave said to the still-smirking Jo.
"Thanks, String Bean," she said. "You see, the key to winning this game isn't just to play to your own strengths, but also to exploit your opponent's weaknesses."
"Exploit their weakness, huh?" Dave rubbed his chin as he leaned back in his chair, getting lost in thought.
The next camper the computer selected was Mike, telling a truth. The boy gave an anxious sigh as he placed his wrist into the Truth Band that rose up before him.
"Okay, Mike," Chris said as he drew a white card, "for a point, which girl or girls here do you think are the hottest?"
Mike's eyes widened, and he glanced around nervously. "I, um…" he said, not eager to earn the ire of any females present, but also not wanting to get shocked again, "W-well, all of the girls here look very nice… But, uh…"
"Just spit it out, Mike," Dakota said, crossing her arms. "We all know I'm the hottest one here."
Anne Maria scoffed loudly. "Don't make me laugh, Dollface," she said, "I'm the one who's got the curves that the boys can't get enough of!"
"Yeah, but are you a cheerleader?" Amy asked haughtily, gesturing at her uniform. "He-llo! Every guy's fantasy, right over here."
"Actually," Mike said, his blush growing heavier, "I think… Er…" He shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and said quickly: "I think Zoey and Scarlett are the hottest."
Five voices cried out at once.
"Me?" Zoey asked, her face growing hot.
"Me?" Scarlett questioned, eyes widening behind her glasses.
"Her?!" Dakota demanded, jabbing a finger at Scarlett.
"Her?!" Amy shouted, throwing a hand towards Zoey.
"Them?!" Anne Maria snapped, slamming her fists on the counter.
A ringing bell cut through the din.
"He's being truthful!" Chris announced. "That's five points total for the Eagles!"
Confessional Cam: Is it a jam made from figs that they eat in Australia?
Mike: (rubs the back of his head.) "What? I've… got a thing for redheads. That's not weird, right?"
Zoey: (speaking rapidly) "Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh! A boy actually thinks I'm cute! This has never happened to me before. (she takes a deep breath and sits up straight) Okay Zoey, don't get ahead of yourself. Just take it slow and play it cool. Play it cool… (she squeals excitedly) Ooooh, he thinks I'm cute!"
Scarlett: (clears her throat) "Well then, having a male state that he finds me physically desirable is… unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. I wonder if I can use this to my advantage…"
Anne Maria/Dakota/Amy: (their confessionals play side by side) "Whatever. That dork clearly has no taste."
"Up next for the Wolves, it will be…" Chris pressed the selection button. "Sam doing a dare!"
Sam made his way down to the shore, and Chris drew a black card. "Sam, your dare is to run a hurdle race across the beach!"
Chef returned to the beach, carrying several track-and-field hurdles on one beefy arm. Sam watched with uncertainty as Chef started placing the hurdles at various points along the beach.
"Uh, is there any chance I could get a new dare?" Sam asked, looking down at his rather husky frame. "I don't think someone with my… build will be able to do something like this."
"Aw… too bad!" Chris beamed and slapped Sam on the shoulder. "You can either try and have a chance to earn the point, or just give up and let your team get shocked. Your choice, bro."
Sam still looked unsure, but his team offered words of encouragement, and he sighed. "What the hell, I'll give it a shot."
Sam crouched down into a runner's stance as Chef finished setting up the hurdles.
"You've got this, Gamer Boy!" Lightning called out.
"Just pretend you're running from zombies!" Shawn said.
"Would you like me to cast a swiftness spell on you?" Leonard offered.
"Uh, no thanks, I've got this," Sam said, gulping as Chef placed the last hurdle into position. "I hope…"
Chris brought up the timer, then pulled a whistle from his breast pocket. "Thirty seconds to run the race, Sam. On your marks… get set… go!"
Chris blew his whistle, and Sam took off sprinting as fast as he could, his whole team cheering as he ran. He came up on the first hurdle, waist-high and painted with alternating black-and-white stripes. Sam's eyes narrowed and he pushed off the ground with all of his strength, sailing through the air with a mighty scream of triumph.
Thud!
A scream that was cut short when Sam's foot caught on the hurdle, causing him to land face-first in the sand.
The Wild Wolves cringed, then screamed as another jolt of electricity shot through them.
"That's another failure for the Wolves," Chris narrated as Sam picked himself up, spitting out sand. "Which means the Eagles have a chance to pull ahead by two for the first time in the game."
"Way to go, fat-ass," Amy said, glaring as Sam made his way back to the Wolves' bleachers.
"You suck, Gamer Boy!" Lightning jeered.
"You should have just let me cast the swiftness spell," Leonard said, shaking his head.
"Sorry guys," Sam offered as the machine picked Dakota to do a dare. He was about to sit down again when Chris called to him.
"Oh, looks like you've got a chance to redeem yourself, Sam," Chris said, looking at the black card he had drawn. "We've got a verses card over here!"
"Verses card?" Dakota asked as Sam came back down to stand next to her. "Is that another one of those 'special' cards you mentioned?"
"Indeed it is! Verses cards allow the last contestant to compete against the current one for a point, and instead of a timer, the first one to answer the question or complete the dare wins. And for this dare, you two must race each other across the beach… on stilts!"
Chef walked into view with two sets of stilts under his arms, each of them ten feet long, and handed them over to the apprehensive teens. By the time he had walked down to the opposite end of the beach and marked a line in the sand with his foot, Dakota and Sam had, with a little help from their team members, fastened themselves to their stilts.
"Just like the last dare, the race starts when I blow the whistle," Chris said. He looked up at Dakota and Sam, both looking uncertain as the wibbled and wobbled, and chuckled. "This oughta be good. Ready… go!"
Unlike the previous challenge, the whistle's shrill cry wasn't met with the runners shooting forth as fast as their legs would go. Rather, Dakota and Sam hobbled slowly across the sand, uttering nervous cries each time it seemed like they would tilt and fall over. Back in the bleachers, the campers cheered their respective teammates on.
"Go, Dakota," Cameron cheered.
"Show us that you're more than just a pretty face," Jo said.
"You better not screw this up again, Sam!" Amy said with a sneer.
"Be more supportive," Jasmine whispered harshly (earning a glare from the twin) then shouted to Sam; "You've got it in the bag this time!"
About halfway through the race down the beach, Dakota stumbled, her arms pinwheeling as she struggled not to fall over. Sam used this opportunity to pull ahead, to the dismay of the Extreme Eagles and the delight of the Wild Wolves.
"You can do it, Sam!" Ella shouted, and then started to chant. "Sam! Sam! Sam!"
The rest of the team joined in the encouraging chant, and the Gamer grinned as he approached the finish line.
"I'm gonna make it," he said, laughing to himself. The scowling Chef Hatchet and his finish line were just four lurching steps away. "I'm really gonna win this!" Three steps. Two steps. "I'm-"
Sam stopped as he tried to lift his back leg again, only to find that the stilt had sunken deep into the sand. Furthermore, the momentum he had gotten going wanted to keep carrying Sam forward, and the gamer screamed as he found his legs pulled apart, doing the splits involuntarily.
Half of the Wolves cringed, and the other half cried out in despair.
"Now's your chance, Dakota!" Sky sat up and shouted, then sat back down immediately as her stomach heaved. "Ah! When the hell is my stomach gonna calm down?!"
Still frozen in place, Sam looked over his shoulder. To his horror, Dakota had recovered her footing as was just a few yards away from winning. Sam looked back to the finish line, literally a few feet away, and realized that there was still one way to win this thing.
"For the Wild Wolves!" Sam cried out and thrust his entire body forward. He screamed as he fell face-first into the sand for the second time in five minutes, right as Dakota flew across the finish line. Both of them were so focused on winning that neither heard the snap of the camera on Chef's smart phone.
Both teams fell into stunned silence, broken only by the Sam spitting sand and dirt from his mouth. Again.
"Who won?!" Several people shouted, turning to Chris for an answer.
"Hang on," the host said, holding up one finger, tapping away at the podium's keyboard with the other hand. "Chef's sending me the picture now…"
A pixelated image appeared on the TV and slowly came into focus. It showed a blurry Dakota dashing across the finish line, the screaming Sam falling through the air ever-so-slightly behind her.
"And Dakota wins in a photo finish!" Chris announced. The Eagles let out a wild cheer of triumph, and the Wolves grumbled in frustration and disappointment. "The Extreme Eagles now lead the game six to four. As for the Wolves…"
Across the beach, Sam flinched at the sound of his team being electrocuted. Again. He sighed and started to unfasten himself from his stilts, while Chef helped Dakota down from hers.
"Are you like, okay, or whatever?" Dakota asked as Sam climbed to his feet with a groan of pain.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he said, brushing some of the sand out of his chin stubble. "Man, how did you do that without falling once?"
"Years of walking in high heels," Dakota replied, smiling proudly. "Once I got the hang of the stilts, it was no problem."
"Well, it really was impressive," Sam said, smiling at her.
Dakota's eyes widened, and she looked away, her face turning the faintest shade of pink. "Oh. Uh, thank you… I think?"
Confessional Cam: Seriously, can somebody Google "figjam" for me?
Sam: (beaming) "That went better than I could have hoped! Normally when I compliment a girl, they tell me to get lost. Or run away screaming. (smile falls) Or mace me with pepper-spray. Or try to ward me off with a picture of Chris Hanson…"
Dakota: "Wow, that was the first time a guy complimented me on something other than my looks. It felt… weird. Weird, but nice."
"Okay," Chris said as Dakota and Sam sat back down, the former receiving praise and the latter getting glares, "the Wolves are now fighting an uphill battle. Let's see if…" He pressed the selection button. "Lightning can tell the truth and bring them back into the game."
The jock shot one last scowl at Sam before placing his wrist into the Truth Band before him.
Chris drew a white card and frowned. "Aw, dang it."
"Something wrong, Chris?" Topher asked, looking concerned.
"Well, the whole point of these questions are to make you all feel awkward and uncomfortable," Chris said, putting his elbow on the podium and his chin in his palm, "but with Lightning's personality, I doubt he's going to be very embarrassed." The host shrugged. "Oh well. Lightning, do you have a nickname for your reproductive organ, and if so, what is it?"
Lightning raised an eyebrow as the timer popped up. "My what now?"
"He means your junk," Shawn said bluntly.
"Ten dollars says he calls it the 'Lightning Rod,'" Scarlett whispered to Anne Maria.
Lightning gave Chris a cocky smile. "Well, why didn't you say so? I call it the Lightning Rod!"
The truth bell dinged, and Scarlett whispered again; "Called it."
"Okay, that brings the Wolves up to five," Chris said as Lightning's Truth Band split and descended.
"And I call my testicles Thunder and Storm," Lightning continued, undaunted. The teens shuddered, as did Chris.
"Uh, TMI there Lightning," Chris said, shaking his head. "We need to-"
"Tell more information? You got it, Chris! I also manscaped my pubes in the shape of a lightning-"
"That's enough!" Chris shouted, waving one arm frantically while he slammed a palm down on the selection button. "You already answered the question, it's time for us to move on!"
The computer selected Sky next, to tell another truth. The still-queasy gymnast slipped her wrist into the Truth Band as Chris drew a white card.
"Sky," Chris read as he brought up the countdown, "what is your biggest fear and how did you come about it?"
Sky grimaced, then sighed. "Well, I guess my biggest fear would be dolls. I can't stand those things."
"Wow, really?" Jo asked. "Never would have had you pegged to be scared of some toys."
"Hey, lots of people are afraid of dolls," Sky said defensively.
"Yes, but why are you afraid of dolls?" Chris pressed. "Did you watched Child's Play at a young age?"
"Or she could have seen The Conjuring," Rodney offered, trembling. "Annabelle… Ugh!"
Sky shook her head. "You're both wrong. Have you all heard of The Twilight Zone?" Almost everyone nodded. "When I was little, my grandpa used to watch episodes on this classic TV channel every night. I wanted to see it with him, but he said the show was too scary for a little girl. So I kept bugging him and bugging him until he finally caved and let me watch one with him. We wound up watching the episode with that creepy living doll, the one that terrorized the little girl's dad… Ah, what was that doll's name?"
Those who knew what Sky was talking about racked their brains, searching for answer.
"Oh, I know who you're talking about!" Chef said after a few seconds of silence. He plastered a fake smile on his face and spoke in a high-pitched falsetto; "My name is Talky Tina, and I am going to kill you!"
Sky shivered. "That's the one. I had nightmares about Talky Tina for a week after that, and I've been terrified of dolls ever since."
The truth bell dinged seconds before the timer ran out.
"That's another point for the Eagles," Chris said with a mocking grin as Sky's wrist was released. "And now we know that Sky is scared of little girl's dollies!"
"Shut up," Sky said, sitting back with her hands over her rumbling stomach.
Cameron frowned as he started to rub Sky's back again. "Yeah Chris, we all have fears. Heck, I'm scared of spiders and I'm not ashamed to admit it."
Confessional Cam: And I'm scared of Owen. If he had done the same things inside you that he did in me, you'd be scared too.
Cameron: "You know, even though I was just trying to make Sky feel better, I probably shouldn't have told Chris my greatest fear… I have a bad feeling that's going to come back to haunt me."
Chris: (is writing in a notebook, while muttering to himself with a mischievous smile) "Cameron… spiders… Sky… dolls… Shawn… zombies…"
Amy was chosen to go next for the Wild Wolves, performing a dare. She stood in front of Chris, flipping her hair with a confident smirk as the host drew a black card.
"Amy, to earn the next point for the Wolves, you must dance!"
Amy blinked, then barked out a laugh.
"Seriously, Chris?" she asked snootily. "I'm captain of my school's junior varsity cheerleading team, and you want me to dance? Just save us the trouble and give me the point now!"
"I'd be happy to," Chris said as he typed out something on the keyboard, "just as soon as you dance for thirty seconds to this."
He grinned as he pressed the last button on the panel. From the speakers above the team's stands came a blaring cacophony of trumpets, punctuated by clapping. Amy's eyes widened, then narrowed as she glared at Chris.
"You have got to be kidding me," she said bluntly as the rest of the several contestants burst out laughing.
"Thirty seconds of dancing with feeling to earn the point," was all Chris said as he pulled the timer up.
Amy looked around, shooting furious glares at anyone who dared to laugh. When that didn't stop the giggles, the cheerleader huffed and started to do the Chicken Dance. She bent and flapped her arms, kicked her legs back and clapped when appropriate, all the while looking like she was receiving a sulfuric acid enema.
Amy's ridiculous movements only made those who had been silent start to laugh, and those who were already laughing laugh even harder.
"Shut up!" Amy snarled. "Shut up or I will ruin you, do you hear me?! I'll make you all wish you were never born!"
This did nothing to stop the cackling. The thirty seconds ticked by like an eternity to Amy, and the ring of the completion bell was like giving water to a man dying of thirst.
"And that brings the Wolves to six," a giggling Chris said as the music cut out, the teens still snickering. Amy stopped dancing instantly and stomped back to her team's stands, passing by Samey, who was trying to stifle her giggles behind a closed fist.
"And what are you laughing at?!" Amy snapped, and Samey went silent in an instant.
"Oh! Um…" Samey frowned and suddenly found her shoes very interesting. "N-nothing…"
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Amy said and plopped down in her seat with her arms crossed, missing the concerned glance Dawn exchanged with Jasmine.
The next camper selected to go was Max, who would be performing a dare.
"Bring it on, Chris McLean!" Max said, crossing his arms and smirking confidently. "An evil genius like myself can handle any challenges your feeble little mind could possibly have conceived!"
Chris cocked an eyebrow, frowning as he drew a black card. He silently read what it said, and his lips split in his biggest grin of the day. "Oh-ho-ho, yes! I was so hoping someone like you would get this card! Chef, grab the privacy curtain."
Now it was Max's turn to arch a brow. "Why do I need a privacy curtain?"
A few moments later, Max pulled aside the curtain Chef had erected on the beach, fury radiating from him like a furnace. His grey jumpsuit had been discarded, replaced with a frilly pink tutu that was about a size too small. Most of his fellow competitors broke down laughing, and the more polite teens choked back their chortles.
"Not. One. Word," Max snarled to them as he trudged over to the beaming Chris McLean, who handed him a small wicker basket full of multi-colored flower petals.
"You know what to do," he said as Max roughly snatched the basket. Chris started the timer, and Max exhaled sharply for his nose.
Think of the million, think of the million, Max repeated in his head as he started to skip in a circle, tossing petals into the air as he sang through gritted teeth; "I feel pretty/oh so pretty/I feel pretty and witty and… gaaaaay."
It was almost impossible to hear Max's extremely reluctant singing, with how loud everyone was laughing. For thirty seconds this hilarious and somewhat disturbing display continued, brought to an end only by the ring of a bell.
"Ahahaha, oh my ribs!" Chris said as he doubled over with laughter, narrowly avoiding the empty flower basket that Max chucked at him. "Another point to the Eagles! Y-y-you can go change, Max! Ahahahaha! I can't breathe!"
Confessional Cam: See the pretty girl in that mirror there?
Max: "When I rule the world, Chris McLean will be the first to die."
After Max had changed back into his jumpsuit and taken his seat among his still-giggling team, Samey was randomly chosen to tell a truth for the Wolves.
"Okay Samey," Chris said, the meek twin's wrist locked into a Truth Band, "who is your celebrity crush, and what did you see them in or on when you developed this crush?"
Samey, who had been expecting a much more embarrassing question than that, sighed in relief even as she blushed. "Oh, that's not so bad," she said as the timer came up. "I've always had such a crush on Christian Bale."
"Really?" Mike asked. "Let me guess, you started crushing on him when you saw him in The Dark Knight trilogy?"
Samey shook her head. "Um, no."
"Then it's gotta be after he was in that new Terminator movie," Zoey guessed.
"Still no."
Shawn thought about it for a moment and blanched. "Ew, don't tell me you started to like him after The Machinist."
Samey made a face like she had just tasted sour lemons. "Oh God no! It was… American Psycho."
The truth bell rang, and Samey's hand was set free.
"Seriously? American Psycho?" Chris asked, looking disturbed. "The movie where Bale played a psychopathic serial killer?"
Samey's blush deepened. "Yeah, I know he was crazy… but he was still hot!"
"Wait a second," Jasmine interrupted, "I saw that movie! I thought that bloke just imagined all of the murders he committed?"
"You know, I'm not really sure," Chris admitted, scratching his chin. "The movie was kinda vague about whether everything actually happened or not."
Amy scoffed. "Leave it to my freak of a sister to get off on something so sick and twisted," she remarked, causing her twin to look away, ashamed.
"Hey, don't knock American Psycho," Scarlett spoke up. "It's a brilliant piece of social commentary about the shallow and materialistic world Americans lived in in the 1980's. It's a shame most people can't see that beyond the horrific violence and Christian Bale's ass."
"Horrific violence, you say?" An intrigued Max asked.
"Christian Bale's ass, you say?" An equally intrigued Dakota asked.
"Okay, the score is now seven to eight in the Eagle's favor," Chris said, pressing the button to choose the next competitor. "And speaking of the Eagles, up next for them is Beardo doing a dare!"
The large teen stepped down onto the beach, imitating the fanfare from The Price is Right with a big smile.
Chris drew the black card and called up to Samey, "Oh, looks like you're not done yet, Samey! You'll be competing against Beardo here in a verses dare!"
The cheerleader's eyes widened, and she walked down to the beach to stand beside her opponent. Beardo offered her a shy small, which she returned with a nervous wave.
"Okay you two, for your dare you're going to play a little game of chicken," Chris said as Chef drove onto the beach in a pickup truck. Hitched to the truck was a large square object mounted on a wheeled frame, covered by a tarp. Whatever was underneath the tarp growled and thrashed, causing the whole thing to shake.
Beardo and Samey took in all of this and took a few cautious steps back.
"Um, what's under there?" Samey asked in a trembling voice.
Chris chuckled as he approached the truck. "I'm glad you asked, Samey my dear! This is the one who will assist us in this dare."
Chris pulled the tarp off with a dramatic flourish, revealing a cage underneath. Standing in the cage with a manacle and chain around its neck was a massive brown bear, its lips curled back into an angry snarl, revealing dozens of wicked-sharp teeth. The caged bear let out a roar of fury that made several campers gasp while the beast slammed itself against the bars.
"For your dare," Chris told the petrified and pale Beardo and Samey, "you two must remain in that spot while Fuzzy here charges at you. Whoever chickens out and runs away first loses. And don't worry: the chain around his neck is attached to a winch designed to stop him several feet before he actually reaches you, so it's safe."
"'Safe'?" Scott repeated, crossing his arms. "Funny, that's exactly what you said about my dare, and look how that turned out!"
Chris frowned at him. "This time I mean it! I'll have you know that this is the cheapest cage money could rent. I spared every expense when it comes to the safety of our campers."
Before anyone could further objected to Chris's horribly flawed reasoning, he strolled over and started to undo the latch on Fuzzy's cage. "Beardo, Samey, your challenge begins in three-"
Whatever Chris was about to say was cut off as the bear rammed into his cage's door, slamming it out and sending the host flying across the beach with a scream. Fuzzy roared and charged at Beardo and Samey, his paws kicking up sand, thick drool running down his muzzle. Beardo broke instantly, running away with a scream. Many campers in stands also screamed and jumped back in pure reflex.
Samey would have run, if she hadn't tripped and fallen down on her butt. Before she could even begin to scramble to her feet, Fuzzy was upon her, the winch having done absolutely nothing to stop his advance. The beast stood up on his hind legs, standing ten feet tall, smothering Samey in his massive shadow.
Samey screamed, only to be drowned out as the beast roared and raised a clawed paw to strike.
End of Day Two, Part Two
XD Ain't I a stinker?
Will Samey survive her encounter with Fuzzy? Will Sky ever blow chunks? And who will be the next to walk the Dock of Shame? Tune in next time to find out!
Also for any Batman fans out there, be sure to check out my new story, a poem about the Joker; "One Bad Day."
- StoryCrafter12