Chapter 6: Muskoka's Got Talent
GREETINGS ALL! BACK WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER!
Previously on Total Drama The Wrath of Wawanakwa, our campers were faced with the second ever AWAKATHON! Brutality aside, Amy orchestrated an alliance with newbie Blais, and about 2 seconds later, he stole Anne Maria's can of hairspray, making her psycho mad! In the end, she was the second person to take the Ejection Chair of Shame!
Yeah, I'd watch out for that, Amy!
Will alliances be made? Will relationships crack? And who's gonna go flying away tonight on TOTAL DRAMA THE WRATH OF WAWANAKWA!
(Opening Scene)
"We're screwed." Dave muttered to Team Vulture as they ate their 'food.'
"Don't you sha-worry! The Sha-Lightning will PREVAIL! SHA-BAM!" Lightning punched a hole through the wall.
"Ok. So that's, uh, a thing." Moth rolled her eyes.
"SHA-YEAH! You know what I'm saying dude?"
"I'M NOT A DUDE!" Padme screamed at him.
"Psh, please! I can SEE you're a dude!"
"Just get used to it. Until we kick him off." Jo advised.
"I still can't believe Blais stayed up 96 hours and still lost." Moth smiled. "I knew he was insane, but this is just...wow!"
"Let's go over the rules one more time." Amy told a simply exhausted Blais.
"Number one. I am the leader of this alliance. Number 2?
"Breaking the rules can result in being kicked out of your alliance." Blais droned.
"Good! Number 3 is that my stuff is off limits. Is that clear?
Blais collapsed into his bowl of 'food.'
Meanwhile, Team Hero chatted and ate real food at the spa hotel.
"Two in a row? That's what I'm talking about!" Leshawna smiled.
What's up with you?" Gwen asked a sad Hank from the other end of the table.
"Huh? Oh, n-nothing. Just thinking about, uh, how Chuck's doing on Boney Island?"
Chuck, meanwhile, had taken refuge in a tree. A squirrel had hit him with a nut, and he fell to the ground, being mauled by a bear.
"Why did I decide to give up the spa hotel? WHY?!?"
"You got a point there." Mike told Hank.
Cora suddenly stumbled into the room. She collapsed into a chair.
"I'm s-so tired..." She groaned and tried to fall asleep, but was awoken by an air horn.
"CAMPERS, MEET ME AT THE AMPHITHEATER FOR YOUR NEXT CHALLENGE!"
"Maybe I'll be lucky and this challenge won't require me to do ANYTHING." Cora chuckled.
"Contestants, welcome to the amphitheater! And for most of you, welcome BACK! The challenge today will be a simple one due to uh, the producers wanting a less harmful challenge. So I'll go along with it for now. The challenge today? A talent contest!"
"A repeat of a challenge? Chris you are running out of ideas!"
"ZIP IT TOPHER! You have 8 hours to pick 3 of the most talented campers. So get going!"
Confessional.
Chuck: Is being on the same level as Albert Einstein smarts-wise a talent? No? Ok then...
Cora: My prayers have been answered...
End Confessional.
"Ok! I'm in charge here, so here's how things are gonna go!" Amy blew a whistle.
"Wait. Who said YOU were in charge?" Jo bellowed.
"Me and Blais took a vote and I won."
The Vultures took one look at Blais asleep on the steps.
"See? I'm in charge!"
"No, I'M in charge!"
"No! The Sha-Lightni-"
"CAN IT LIGHTNING!"
Moth sighed and left.
"Hey! Where are YOU going?"
"Anywhere that isn't with you."
Blais suddenly jerked awake and followed her.
"Blais, you're cool with me leading this project, RIGHT?"
"Yeah. Sure, whatever."
"Perfect! Who's up first?"
Owen stepped forward for Team Hero and drank a litre of soda. He proceeded to burp numbers all the way up to 25. Many of the guys cheered at that, but the girls were disgusted.
"YES! YES, OH YEAH! KNEW I COULD DO IT!"
"Owen?" Chuck asked him.
"Yeah?"
"My respect for you has doubled."
"Thanks!"
"Yeah, uh, you're not doing that in this show." Leshawna glared.
"I know..."
"Next!"
Noah took a breath, about to explode into an epic, earth-shattering air-guitar solo...
"NEXT!"
"But I-"
"NEXT!"
Beardo began remixing his sounds into a beat and began beatboxing. He finished to find cheers from the team.
"Fine. You're in. You gonna talk now?" Noah asked him.
He pushed a button and an 'uh-uh' sound was heard.
"Can't argue with that. Shawn can do his uh, serenade, and I can dance." Leshawna chuckled. "Don't worry. I've been practicing."
The hours passed. Lunch? Nonexistent.
Ezekiel was practicing his bow and arrow shooting.
"Living on a farm for 16 years gave me good coordination, eh."
"Also, totally messed up viewpoints on life, gender, and race." Blais pointed out. "Yeah, Homeschool. That was good, but I think we're going with Sky. Her belching scored pretty well last season. And against Moth's wishes, Amy is another logical choice."
"Blais! That's so sweet of you!"
"Don't turn it into a big deal." Moth threw two daggers with perfect accuracy at Ezekiel's targets.
Confessional.
Scott: That girl's got skills...
End Confessional.
"Man, I could really go for a sandwich." Dave muttered.
"Here." Moth pulled her daggers from the target and cut an apple. Taking out a book, she began writing.
"Whatcha got there? Journal?" Dave asked.
"Go away."
"Oh. I get it. Yeah, it's a secret journal. Got it."
Dave peered over Moth's shoulder. In response, she flipped him over her back like it was nothing and pinned him to the ground with one hand.
"I said Go. Away. Is that clear?"
"Yeah. Crystal."
Confessional.
Amy: That girl is up to something. And I am gonna find out what it is.
End Confessional.
Amy pulled Heather aside.
"I need your help."
"With what?"
Amy whispered her plan to Heather.
"That is pretty good. What's in it for me?"
"An alliance. Plus we'll control 4 votes, if Alejandro is willing to join us."
"Deal!"
Amy and Heather noticed Dave run up and try to hold the door for Moth, who in turn, pushed him down the steps.
"Lovers." Duncan rolled his eyes.
"Oh yeah, totally. I'm going to the lake. Wanna join me?"
"I wouldn't mind-"
"I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!" God, you people are insane!"
Moth stormed off in a huff, Blais at her tail.
"If you see her coming, warn me." Amy told Heather.
Down at the lake, Moth and Blais slipped below the dock. Moth put her hand through a small crevice into the sand and pulled out two cans of soda.
"Well? Anything?"
"No. I talked to Hank and Chuck. They didn't find anything on Boney Island. Padme didn't find anything by the mess hall, and Ezekiel checked the confessional."
"We'll find the rest of them. One done, two to go."
"Cheers to that." They clinked their soda cans and drank.
"Ok. If I were a secret journal, where would I hide myself?" Amy searched through Moth's bags and her drawers, before noticing a bulge in her pillowcase. She found the journal and read through it.
"Yes! She is SO DEAD!"
She heard a knock on the door and Heather opened it.
"They're coming back!"
"Got it right here." Amy slipped out the door.
Day turned into night as the 6 chosen contestants warmed up behind stage.
"So is it true you can belch out a campfire?" Moth asked Sky.
"Wanna bet that I can't?"
"Yeah. That's gotta be like impossible." Shawn intervened.
"Ante up!"
Sky chugged a bottle of soda as Moth lit a fire. Sky gulped and belched, but the fire didn't go out. Furious, she chugged another bottle and belched, and the fire went out.
"So, Chef, how does it feel to judge these 'talented' campers?" Chris asked Chef.
"Let's just hope its better than Sugar's 'Craptry!'
"Yes. Let's hope! First up we've got...Beardo for Team Hero!"
Beardo started remixing a lot of his sounds and beatboxing. He finished with an explosion, then pushed a button on his soundboard and another bomb sound was heard. He took a bow.
"Ok. That was pretty good. Not really sure what it was, but that was still pretty good. Chef's score reads...a 7/10. Not bad. For Team Villain, it's Sky!"
Sky's stomach rumbled unpleasantly.
"Are you SURE you can do this?" Moth asked.
"Oh. Yeah, yeah. Absolutely!"
Sky went on stage and started belching. Within about 10 seconds, she threw up . All over the stage. Amy and Moth cringed silently as Sky slipped in her own puke and fell off the stage.
"Clean up on Aisle 2!" Chris announced. "In the meantime, we'll take a short break! 2 acts down, 4 more to go!"
"I shouldn't have done that..."
"No, Sky, ya really shouldn't have!
(Commercial)
Welcome back to Total Drama! Minutes ago, Beardo lay down a pretty solid beatbox, and Sky's belching got a 2/10 on the Chef-o-meter. Third act of the night is...Shawn! Take it away, you zombie nut!"
"This serenade is dedicated to Jasmine!"
Shawn did an armpit serenade to Frank Sinatra's 'Fly Me To The Moon", and finished by doing the splits, rock and roll style.
"YEAH!"
"Chef-o-meter reads...8/10. 3 more to go and the Heroic Hamsters are totally crushing it! Next is...Amy!"
"Originally, I was going to dance for you, but instead, I would like to read a collaboration."
She held Moth's journal up, opened it and read.
'God these people are driving me crazy. But hey, life's just gotta throw a wrench into your plans, doesn't it? Fate, destiny, whatever you call it, hates me. Only thing keeping me going is the fact to give the rest of my friends a better life. Their lives suck because of me. The whole reason I joined this shitshow is because we've been living in a van for the past 6 years. My parents didn't make it that far. My mother was a drug addict and she left us when I was 6, 15 years ago to this day. My father was lost only a week later. I still think about them from time to time. The anger, the guilt, and the fear.'
She finished reading and left the stage.
"That was really mean." Dave admitted. "I feel bad for Moth."
"Well, don't." Padme told him. "That journal isn't even her's."
"What does that mean?" Duncan asked.
She motioned to Blais, his mouth open.
"Blais? Are you-"
"Shut up! All of you, just SHUT UP!"
Blais ran, sobbing. His team watched him go and stared at Amy.
"What? I didn't know it was his journal! I thought it was her's!" She pointed at Moth.
"Ok. Amy's journal reading scores a 5/10 on the Chef-o-meter. On that super depressing note, we move on to the last Hero act: Leshawna!"
Leshawna started 'dancing.' The teams cringed in silent disgust as she failed to do the splits as she fell off the stage.
Confessional.
Hank: Theres no easy way to say this...I WOULD RATHER WATCH PAINT DRY THAN WATCH THAT!
Chuck: My eyes...they burn...
Scott: Two words: Fun-ky! What? I LOVED it!
End Confessional.
"I don't really know what that was, but Chef seemed to really NOT like it. Like, at all. 2/10. But Team Hero is still totally CRUSHING IT! Will Moth's insane dagger practice be able to give them the win? I doubt it!"
Moth threw a dagger up into the air, accidentally hitting a ripe connecting a light to hit her on the head, knocking her out.
"NOW WHAT?" Courtney asked. "We need to send someone out there or we'll lose!"
"You're gonna use me." Blais came into view.
"Are you sure you're up to it?" Duncan questioned. In response, Blais kicked him in the groin.
"I said 'you're gonna use me.'"
"I second that..." Duncan groaned.
Blais went on stage.
"Just go for it, man! What do we have left to lose?" Topher chuckled.
Blais gulped, then shakily started singing.
Song: How Could You Leave Us? By NF.
(This song is not mine. Also, shortening it because the end is just speaking.)
How could you leave us so unexpected?
We waited, we waited
For you but you just left us
We needed you, I needed you
Yo, I don't know what it's like to be addicted to pills
But I do know what it's like to be a witness, it kills
Mama told me she love me, I'm thinking this isn't real
I think of you when I get a whiff of that cigarette smell, yeah
Welcome to the bottom of hell
They say pain is a prison, let me out of my cell
You say you proud of me, but you don't know me that well
Sit in my room, tears running down my face and I yell
Into my pillowcases, say you coming to get us
Then call a minute later just to tell us you not, I'm humiliated
I'm in a room with a parent that I barely know
Some lady in the corner watching us, while she taking notes
I don't get it mom, don't you want to watch your baby grow?
I guess pills are more important, all you have to say is "no"
But you won't do it, will you? You gon' keep popping 'til those pills kill you
I know you gone but I can still feel you
Why would you leave us?
Why would you leave us?
How could you leave us here?
How could you leave us?
Why would you leave us? Oh
Hey
I got this picture in my room and it kills me
But I don't need a picture of my mom, I need the real thing
Now a relationship is something we won't ever have
Why do I feel like I lost something that I never had?
You shoulda been there when I graduated
Told me you love me and congratulations
Instead you left us at the window waiting
Where you at mom? I'm too young to understand, where you at huh?
Yeah, I know them drugs got you held captive
I can see it in your eyes, they got your mind captured
Some say it's fun to get the high but I am not laughing
And what you don't realise and what you not grasping
That I was nothing but a kid who couldn't understand
I ain't gon' say that I forgive you 'cause it hasn't happened
I thought that maybe I feel better as time passes
If you really cared for me, then where you at then?
Why would you leave us?
Why would you leave us?
How could you leave us here?
How would you leave us?
Why would you leave us? Oh
Hey
Our last conversation, you and I sat in the living room
Talking 'bout my music and I brought you something to listen to
You started crying, telling me this isn't you
A couple weeks later, guess you were singing a different tune
You took them pills for the last time, didn't you?
They took you from us once, guess they came back to finish you
Crying my eyes out in the studio is difficult
Music is the only place that I can go to speak to you
It took me everything inside of me to not scream at your funeral
Sitting in my chair, that person talking was pitiful
I wish you were here mama but every time I picture you
All I feel is pain, I hate the way I remember you
They found you on the floor, I could tell that you felt hollow
Gave everything you had plus your life to them pill bottles
You gave everything you had plus your life to them pill bottles
Don't know if you hear me or not, but if you still watching, why?
Why would you leave us?
Why would you leave us?
How could you leave us here?
How would you leave us?
Why would you leave us? Oh
Hey.
He finished his song to cheers and.
Chef shed a single tear from his eyes and the Chef-o-meter read 9/10.
"Pretty good, Blais! Unfortunately, the Hero's still win the challenge of a combined score from 17-16. Now, I do require a volunteer for exile."
"Can I go?" Blais asked.
"You-You WANT to go to Boney Island?"
"If I'm allowed."
"Um, sure. I guess. Chef'll take you after the votes."
Confessional.
Blais: I am so mad right now I can hardly think! Well, not like it matters. All I need are nine votes. Padme, Moth, and Ezekiel were easy. Duncan's terrified of Moth, so he was easy. Max is just crazy, Dave's in love with Moth, Lightning's an idiot, and Padme convinced Jo. I would target Amy, but I got a better idea. I'll target Sky, because in the long run, she'll be more of a tough competitor. Sorry, not sorry.
End Confessional.
Elimination.
"I only have 3 more cookies left on my plate." Chris stared into the fire over at Sky, Blais, and Amy.
"The three of you tried and failed your acts. The next cookie goes to...Blais!"
Blais collected his cookie and walked down the dock to be taken to exile.
"The last cookie goes to...
AMY!"
Sky gulped.
"Time to take the chair!"
"Sky? I'm gonna miss you." Dave waved her off.
"Thanks, Dave. Bye everyone."
Sky was fired away as Team Villain glared at Amy.
"Well that was fun. Great work. Suckers!"
Epilogue.
Confessional
Moth: If that evil little bitch thinks she's getting away with that, she has another thing coming!
End Confessional.
Moth banged on the doors to the spa hotel.
"Do you have it?"
"Yeah. Got it from my uncle Wally. Police officer."
"No! Not the taser! I'll use that later, Chuck. I meant the termites!"
"Oh. Right. Gotcha."
A few minutes latee, Amy ran out of the cabin, screaming. She tripped over a root and began scratching furiously.
Blais laughed from the top of a tree, pulling put the Chris Head immunity idol.
"Good night."
