Total Drama Cul-De-Sac By: Sounds of Snow
Chapter Two: Let the Freak Show Begin Pt. 2.
Chris got the thumbs up from his camera man and began announcing a recap of the previous events into the camera. "Previously on Total Drama Cul-De-Sac." The picture beamed away to a bunch of flashbacks. "We were introduced to this season's bunch of Total Drama misfits, and man, did they have some serious problems." Various clips of the sixteen contestants exiting the bus are shown. "Teams were chosen and early alliances and enemies were formed." First clips of the kids picking the fruits are shown, followed by Jack making his encouraging speech and Kevin and Eddy as well as Marie and Johnny fighting. The shot was beamed back to Chris. "With a challenge on the way, we're bound to be heading for a serious train wreck. More fun for me." Chris cast a devilish smile and rubbed his hands together devilishly. He regain his composure. "All this and more to come on, Total- Drama- Cul-De-Sac!" with each new word of the show's title that Chris introduced, the camera zoomed out.
After a delay from the minute opening, the show went straight back to where it had just left off. Chris kicked open the doors of the mess hall, surprising all its inhabitants with the arrival of the show's host. "Kick it into high gear people." Chris shouted. "It's time for our challenge!" Confusion overwhelmed the children's faces.
"What?" Lee spat. "But I ain't done eating my peach yet."
"We haven't been here an hour and you're already commencing to the torture?" Hope asked.
"This is whack!" Eddy argued. "I need preparation and beauty sleep." Eddy leaned his chair back like a fifty greaser kid and smiled a confident grin. "Two gorgeous folks like should know the labors of looking good- Whoa!" Eddy felt himself teeter too far, as his chair tumbled backwards like a seesaw.
"Don't push you luck, Shorty," Chris murmured. "Actually, this won't be your real challenge." Chris announced to the competitors. "Whichever team wins this event will get an advantage over the other team in the actual elimination challenge."
Johnny held the board of wood which was his friend, up to his ear. "Plank bets the prize is a bottle of wood varnish." Everyone (save for Ed) gave him an exaggerated look which seemed to shriek 'Yah right!'
"Well what is the prize?" Marie whined, demanding an answer.
"You've all seen this show." Chris answered. "You know I like to hold things out for a surprise." He chuckled and continued. "Meet me by the Eating Pit of Doom, elimination central, in twenty minutes." The teams replied with a blank stare and an uncomfortable silence.
"We have no idea where that is." Sarah said frankly, breaking the silence.
"Yah can't miss it." Chris replied. "Just go behind those wooden shacks you're staying in. You should find it." Chris gave one last friendly wave. "Buh, bye!" He calmly exited the building, followed by Chef, leaving sixteen confused contestants.
The show faded to static and cut to the confessional cam.
Confessional – Marie: "I've been on this show for twenty minutes and already I get the sour end of the bargain." Marie whined. "First I don't get a team with Double D or my sisters, hippie wood kid starts badgering me like a freak, and now I can't get a straight answer! What is it with these people?"
Confessional – Rolf: Rolf's face was jabbing directly into the camera, observing it like a scientist. "Rolf does not see you, but he knows you hide your shame within your tiny walls you impish drawing box operator!"
Confessional – Plank: Plank laid still a top a pile of decaying flesh while outside, Johnny could be heard calling, "Stick it to 'em, Plank. Tell those people back home a real nailbiter."
The shot dissolved and returned to the children all lined up behind their cabins near a pit which was about thirty feet deep, twenty feet in circumference, and covered in snakes, spiders, rats, centipedes, ear wigs, and many other kinds of disgusting desert creatures. The mass of vermin had to be at least two feet deep.
"Normally, this would be the Eating Pit of Doom, but we've renovated it specifically for this challenge. I call this new and improved baby, the Pit of Arachnophobia." Chris explained, throwing a piece of meat into the hole, only for it to disintegrate upon contact with the bugs.
"Those toxins and secretions from the arachnids, insects, reptilians, mammalian vermin and other sorts of organisms have eaten away at the meat's enzymes, lipids, and chemical structure in nearly three seconds flat!" Double D explained.
"That would be correct, oh so nerdy contestant," Chris replied. "This first challenge will require six people from each team. Three will repel into the pit to look for six 'prizes' to aid them in their elimination challenge, while another three will hold the rope to lower them down using their teeth."
"Did you say teeth?" May asked. "Cause I ain't ruining my teeth with no stupid rope."
"Save it May, your teeth are already a hot mess." Lee snapped.
"Like your hair is any better." May lisped.
"What did you say?" Lee groaned.
"Shush!" Chris shouted. "I still have more to say. You're not allowed to be withdrawn from the pit unless you find at least one item. Now go and pick your six victi-" Chris paused, realizing what he was about to say by the looks on the campers' faces. "I mean… your six participants and get ready to suit up for the dive." The shot then diverted to static and went to the confessionals.
Confessional – Jimmy: "I don't wanna go into that pit." Jimmy cried. "It's so horrible! I can't go in there with those creepy crawlies. Wah-hah-hah!" Jimmy bent over and began to sob into his sleeve.
Confessional – Benedict: The snooty child was busy typing into an old fashioned data calculator. He looked up to the camera and said, "Don't mind me. Just busy thinking up monetary bargains for proposed lawsuits against said man, Chris McClain and his latest reality show."
The camera diverted back the pit where the two teams were busy trying to decide which of their team should attempt the death defying stunt. Team Lemon Brook was in a frivolous argument as to who should go down into the pit.
"I'll be a rope holder." Hope volunteered. "Anyone object." The group shook their heads. "Thanks guys, I'm terrified of bugs and snakes. Who's gonna join me?"
"I've got the muscles here. Even my teeth are ripped," Kevin bragged, showing off his molers. "I'll be a ."
"I say Plank should go." Benedict proposed. "It's a piece of carpentry which I don't think will be missed if it is mutilated by the horrors in that chamber of creatures."
"No way!" Johnny argued, hugging his wooden board best friend. "Plank swears he say termites in there! TERMITES!"
"Why would we send Plank?" Eddy asked. "The stupid thing won't get us anything."
"Oh, and you're so willing to take the dive of death?" Kevin rebutted.
Eddy grew a wide, smug grin. "I just assumed my team would be willing to take this one so I could tackle even harder challenges."
"Rolf believes that the wishes to be rich Ed-boy has gone scared willy nilly over a few garden nuisances." Rolf mocked. "Or is the Ed-boy is too cock-a-doodle doo to join Rolf in a quest to help our team flourish?"
"Uh-uh!" Eddy remarked. "I could do this thing in my sleep, way faster than shovel-chin." Eddy said as he pointed to Kevin.
"Great, so it's Rolf, Dorky, and Johnny in the pit." Kevin summed up.
"What; why me?" Johnny asked.
"It's either you or your hunk of bug food, yah creep," Marie snarled.
Johnny gripped Plank defensively and gave a half-hearted sigh. "All right, all right… I'll go into the Pit of Arachnophobia…"
"Good," Marie huffed. "Now while you guys have fun, I'll be tanning in the shade of that shack over there," Marie explained, pointing towards the poorly constructed dorms.
"Me too," Benedict said. "I need to figure out sales revenue from the past three income growths this year." The two turned away to go lounge, when Kevin furiously gripped their arms, preventing the two from leaving.
"Why should you two get a break?" Kevin questioned. "We need one of you two on duty. Plank's not exactly gonna cut it for us."
"If you haven't noticed, I'm terribly busy with stocks and bonds." Benedict snubbed, making Kevin release his grip, wandering off to leave his team to their current affairs.
"That leaves you," Kevin directed to Marie. "So get over there yah lazy Kanker and gear up."
"Why don't yah make me work?" Marie replied.
"I'm not letting wood compete over an actual person." Kevin snarled.
"It's gonna take more than threats to get me to sing, yah jock," Marie answered. The two gave each other an intense and angry stare.
Meanwhile, over on Team Peach Creek, negotiations were happening a bit smoother. Jack and Double D were calmly directing their team into their orderly positions. Double D stood before a chart he'd recently drawn, indicating who was appropriate to do what. "Jack, May, and Sarah have been determined to be the most useful rope biters, due to strength, fierce personality, and strong oral hygiene." Double D explained. He pointed to another section of chart.
"Ed, Lee, and I will submerse ourselves in the pit of vermin." Double D continued. "Ed's stench should kill any critters which recede too close to him, Lee will most likely pummel all of the bugs in her path, and I have come prepared with a sterile government approved nuclear blast suit, suitable to protect me from the harsh environment of the pit." Double D looked over to Nazz and Jimmy. "Nazz, Jimmy; unfortunately, your compatibility with this challenge is majorly lacking and thus, you two will sit out."
"Well that's a relief," Nazz said. "Glad I'm not going down there."
"Nice job, smart guy," Jack praised Double D, patting him on the shoulder. "Who knew you were so bright."
"Yes, well…" Double D smiled. "I based these findings on basic compatibility tests with certain skills and environmental factors being filed into consideration."
"No idea what that means, but smart thinking dude," Jack told his teammate.
"Did me and Ed show up in your compatibility test, Double D," May asked, giving Ed a soft, loving gaze.
"Ah!" Ed lurched in fear. He began to run around, screaming his head off. "Kanker bad for Ed, Kanker bad for Ed!" he chanted.
"Come back here love muffin," May called, chasing after her alleged 'boyfriend'.
"So who's dropping me to my death?" Lee asked Double D.
Double D scanned the bottom of his chart. "Based on our current weight and jaw hinge stability, I've concluded that Sarah should lower me, Jack should lower you Lee, and unfortunately, May should lower Ed." Ed's heart sunk as he heard Double D say the last four words.
The shot moved. The teams were suited up and each was ready to find some rewards. On Team Peach Creek, Double D was held by Sarah, Lee by Jack, and Ed by May. On Team Lemon Brook, Johnny was ironically held by Plank, Rolf by Hope, and surprisingly, Eddy by Kevin, which obviously Kevin's idea.
Before the action, the show dashed to a quick confessional shot.
Confessional – Kevin: "So I may mess with Eddy this round, no harm done." Kevin confidently told the viewing audience. "I've got at least four votes before I risk elimination; Plank, Eddy, Marie, and Benedict. Maybe Hope, Johnny, and Rolf might try vote me off after those dweebs are gone, so I just gotta get on their good side. Plank's useless, no one likes Marie and Benedict, and with Eddy's loser pals on the other team, he's got no one on his side. I could last on this show forever."
The action reverted back to where it had left off. The shot was on Chris, a megaphone ready and on hand. He clicked the speaker button, then announced. "Alright people, this is it. On your marks, get set, lower!"
The set group of kids began to climb into the abysmal pit, while the other furiously gripped the rope in their mouths, furiously clenching and loosening their jaws in order to keep their partner from falling face first into the pests in the hole.
Kevin, caring none of Eddy's safety, simply opened his mouth as Eddy was halfway down into the pit, letting the tiny child fall into the hands of many deadly species. "Whoops, sorry dorky. Hahaha!" Kevin laughed as Eddy began screaming in the swarms of poisonous critters in the pit.
"Not cool dude," Hope stuttered, her voice muffled by the rope in her mouth. "Why don't cha-" Unfortunately, Hope opened her mouth just a bit too wide, let the rope, and Rolf, slip from her grasp.
"Smart Double D Ed-boy doppelganger girl, you've earned the rank of nincompoop for your misuse of word timing!" Rolf cried up to Hope.
"Oops." Hope muttered.
Johnny looked at Plank, to whom he was harnessed to. "You got my back, right buddy?" He waited cautiously, as if expecting an answer. Then, Johnny smiled. "Gee, it's a good thing I got you to build my confidence." Johnny crouched before the Pit of Arachnophobia. "Ready buddy," He glanced at Plank. "Okey, dokey Plank." Johnny leaped into the pit of vermin, dragging his wooden board friend with him. A crash was heard followed by Johnny's screams of, "Plank! Hold on, I'll save you!"
In the shade of the shack like building, Marie and Benedict glanced uncaringly at their team. "Pitiful." Benedict uttered.
"We're so screwed." Marie noted, adjusting her tanning mirror.
Team Peach Creek was moving along smoothly. Double D, Lee, and Ed were lowered rather quickly, as had begun searching for the buried items effortlessly. The bugs stayed clear of Ed's filthy demeanor which even the maggots wouldn't touch, Lee squashed and destroyed every living creature that came with two inches of her, and Double D's nuclear radiation suit kept him relatively comfortable in the swarms of knee deep pests.
As Lee continued to stomp on every single creature in sight, she felt her foot collide with a heavy, dense object. "Yowch!" she yelled as her toes collided with the item. "What the heck?" Lee stuck her arm into the pool of parasites, fishing around for what she'd smashed into. Then, from the soup of animals, she snagged a large brass jug. Realizing she'd found one of the required objects, she tugged on her rope, and Jack forcefully pulled her back to the surface, grimace as he practically had to eat the rope to reel the girl back in.
"Nicely done Lee," Chris congratulated as he walked towards the monstrous girl. "You found the first object to help you in part two. Now, you can either rest up here, or continue looking for helpful necessities for your team."
"You kidding?" Lee asked. "This job's a piece of cake." She then did a cannonball back into the pit.
"No wait!" Jack cried. "The rope is still in my mou-" Before he could finish, the rope violently skidded across his tongue and gums, causing rope burn and lots of bleeding. Chris snickered at Jack and began to laugh.
"Whoa, sucks for you, man." Chris heckled. "I think Chef could probably fix that." Behind him, Chef was grinning evilly and waving a bottle of alcohol and a lemon Clorox wipe dispenser. Jack's face went terribly pale. The picture shifted to the confessional.
Confessional – Lee: Lee gave a cocky smile to the camera. "It wasn't too hard being down there. You could animals ten times as worse in your freezer down in the trailer park. Whose Chris fooling, this ain't hard."
The show refocused itself to Double D, who was busy peering through the mess of rats and bugs and such with his diver like suit. He felt his way across the ground, until he sensed his gloved fingers brush against a long narrow object. Using what little strength he had, he forced the object off the ground, revealing a shovel. "My lord, I think I've found a component to this challenge."
Beside him, Lee had found her second item. It appeared to be a tubular device with a crooked and pointy end. "The heck is this thing?"
"That Lee is a spiel." Double D answered. "It is a device most commonly used for extraction of syrup from maple trees."
"Yum," Ed chimed. More static occurred as the picture revealed another confessional.
Confessional – Hope: "So Team Peach Creek was just on this roll." Hope explained. "They'd found three out of six things, and we had jack squat." Hope sighed. "My team just can't seem to agree on how to do anything. All we did was fight."
The shot changed back to Ed, who'd just found to more items; a humidifier and a map of sorts. Ed examined the map like a hawk. "Hey Double D," Ed shouted. He showed his friend the map. "Does this tell you how to find chickens?"
"Hardly," Double D replied, snatching the map. "It's a location block, showing the major seasonal water sources of this region."
"Nonsense Double D," Ed replied. "That has nothing to do with maple syrup."
Meanwhile Kevin, frustrated with Eddy's cries, grabbed the rope with his teeth and began to walk backwards slowly. Once Eddy had risen from the pit, clearly covered in stings, rat bites, scratches, and cuts; he was yelled at by Kevin who started picking on the Ed for no reason.
"Come on dorkette, are yah gonna be a team player and make a stand or not." Eddy barely blinked at the jock. "Come on! Are yah gonna help of not. I mean, look at Rolf down there." He pointed to the foreign boy, who was currently snorkeling in the creatures as if they were water. "All you got to show for us is-" Kevin yanked a loose stick from his shirt. "-a tree branch. How's that supposed to help?"
"And our challenge ends," Chris announced. "All six hidden objects have been proclaimed." At that announcement, Johnny scampered out of the pit, using his bare hands to claw his way from the hole. Upon his surfacing, he proclaimed of Plank's safety. All the others were hauled from the pit with the help of their teammates.
"What are you talking about?" Marie yelled from her shaded chair, confused as to what Chris meant. "All I saw our team snatch was a stick."
"That's right." Chris replied. "To be more specific: a dowsing rod."
"A what," Sarah asked.
"I see a correlation here," Double D exclaimed. "All these items we've procured, they're all used to make or find water."
"Right you are Double D," Chris replied. "Today's challenge is to create six gallons of water for tonight's dinner. First team to accomplish this wins invincibility."
"But they have a humidifier, a shovel, a jug, a spiel, and a freaking map to top it all off!" Marie whined. "And we have a stick! What kind of cruel joke is this?"
"Looks like someone is dissatisfied with an inadequate team," Sarah taunted mockingly. "Wah, wah!" Sarah called, mimicking a crying sound.
"You stick it to 'em girlfriend," Jimmy cheered. "Tell those losers business."
"Oh buzz off, Fluffy," Kevin replied in a threatening manner. Jimmy backed off nervously.
"So what are the specifics with this challenge?" Nazz asked.
"For starters, you have eight hours," Chris replied. "If neither team reaches the six gallon mark within that time, we'll just measure how much each team collected. The water has to be completely pure, and you can only use what I've given you for your tasks and whatever else you can make with nature."
"Plank says, 'You're a screwy one to give them all the advantages.'" Johnny told the host.
"Well I say, PLANK IS STUPID!" Chris shouted back. "Now as for Jack and Eddy," Chris announced. "Their injuries are serious, but not life threatening. Bummer…"
"Bummer?" Nazz exclaimed.
"Yah, I know right." Chris replied, misinterpreting Nazz. "They're in the infirmary with Chef right now, so they'll have to sit out this next challenge."
The scene switched over to the mess hall where Jack was complaining over his tongue and mouth, but everything he said came out as garbled trash. Eddy was moaning uncomfortably as Chef dabbed alcohol and antivenin into his wounds. "Can yah dab a little softer, why don't cha? I thought you were a cook."
"I'm also a doctor for nine bucks an hour." Chef replied. Jack spat out more gibberish, apparently trying to ask for Chef Hatchet's assistance. "I'll get to you as soon as I'm done with this wimp!"
"Hey, I'm not a wimp." Eddy argued. Chef smiled evilly, and jabbed the alcohol cloth into a deep cut on Eddy. Eddy's face winced in pain. Just before he screamed, the scene switched back to Chris and the desert.
"It's currently one o' three, and your eight hours starts… now!" The teams fled to their surroundings, going off to decide how they could create and purify six gallons of fluids.
A few hours later, Team Peach Creek was well on the road to success. Their map had led them right to the perfect spots to dig up aquifers. Ed dug through the soil with ease. The Double D and May had created a system of passing water up to the others with the jug they'd acquired. Nazz and Lee ran the humidifier, pouring the purified water into clay pots Double D had fashioned. Sarah would drain water from stray cactuses with a spiel while Jimmy would hold the map.
"Just a long hard day working in the sulfur pits," Ed said.
"Big man on duty making me aches," May swooned while eyeing Ed. Ed began to sweat uncomfortably at May's comment.
Confessional – May: "Ed knows he wants me," May swooned. "Who could resist my good looks and charm?"
Confessional – Ed: "I don't wanna give a Kanker aches. It sounds gross and nasty and icky!" Ed cowered.
After the confessional, the show skipped forward about an hour and half later. "Nazz, Lee, how much water have we processed," Double D called from the bottom of his hole.
"About a gallon or so," Nazz replied. "It's a slow process."
"Who cares," Lee answered. "The other team, don't got a chance at this rate."
"I must say, we're certainly making process." Double D announced.
The show then centered its focus towards the other team. Team Lemon Brook was in a state of dismay, prowling around, trying to find a source of water. Benedict glanced at his watch. "Ten past four, we're most certainly not on a roll."
"All thanks to you," Kevin said. "You and Marie should'a been helping."
"And what's your excuse, tumbling all over Eddy, sending him off to recover." Hope snapped. "He's your teammate, yah know."
"And I look interested?" Kevin replied.
"Plank says, 'All united is better strong.'" Johnny replied. "This guy's a hoot and a half, huh lemon guys?"
"Rolf knows not of lemons," the tall foreigner said. "But Rolf did happen to bring along his pickled octopus cucumber balls." Rolf reached into his pocket and retrieved a handful of puffy blackish balls which smelled of fish oil and rotted garbage. "It is good, yes?" Rolf asked.
"I think I'm gonna heave…" Kevin moaned.
"Check it out Plank," Johnny said to his friend. "Someone actually brought water balloons."
The shots changed over to the Jack and Eddy, lying on tables in the mess hall. Jack's speech was slightly improved, but it was still difficult to make out. Eddy couldn't find a way to lie down comfortably, being rash ridden all over his body. Jack smiled and said, "Looks good on yah," as clearly as he could with his swollen mouth. "So, yah ready to get send home after my team crushes yours in this next challenge?"
"I'm sorry, no speaketh your crazy language." Eddy taunted Jack. "And even if I could, you'd still sound like an idiot with a speech impediment." A fork flew out of nowhere and sunk its prongs into Eddy's arm. "Ah!" Eddy screamed in pain.
"That looks even better," Jack stuttered. The camera cut to static.
At the six hour mark, Team Peach Creek had become unstoppable. They were pumping out water like a systematic machine, all ready collecting nearly ten jars by the end of their venture. "Correlated water collection?" Double D asked.
"About four gallons," Nazz replied. "How about we head back now?"
"Now, but we could still get more," Double D implied.
"Please," Sarah interjected. "With all we have, the other team will be lucky to have a cup of water. Come on Jimmy, let's head back."
"Okay," Jimmy replied eagerly. He grabbed pot of water, then began to sway like a tree branch in the wind. "Ah! Water- is too heavy. Gonna fall! Ah!" Jimmy tumbled over, smashing the pot as his body impacted with the ground, effectively loosing atleast a quarter gallon of water. "Sarah, owwie!" Jimmy cried.
"Jimmy!" Sarah shouted, running towards her wimpy friend. She cuddled the boy like a baby. "Jimmy, speak to me!" Sarah urged.
"Why does gravity do such cruel things to me," Jimmy moaned.
"Great…" Lee complained. "It took us forever to harvest an purify all that water and now it all goes to waste thanks to that punk."
"That brat is messing up our game," May snapped.
"Don't panic people." Double D said. "The rest of us will carry the water, while Sarah and Jimmy can head back separately." The team groaned, muttering 'fine' and 'whatever' as they gathered the clay jars and assorted gear, beginning the trip back to the rickety wooden buildings in the distance.
The shot cut over to Team Lemon Brook, still trudging around for a single sign of water, yet without adequate supplies, they had no idea where to start. Their dowsing rod had been broken earlier by Kevin in his frustration, leaving them without even a simple tool to use. Some of the members of the group had resorted to digging in random spots, trying to discover some revenue of water. With only an hour left, the situation seemed hopeless.
"Me and Plank found something!" Johnny called. Everyone looked over at Johnny, cutting his way through some dirt.
"You found water?" Hope asked eagerly.
"Nope," Johnny answered. "A can. Plank says it held juice, but I think it held soda."
"For crying out loud," Marie ripped the can from Johnny's hand and chucked it as far as she could. "You're not even focusing. What are you, brain damaged?"
"Why does Rolf toil with such tomfoolery?" Rolf yelled unexpectedly. "Rolf has no more pity for such endeavors. Using an ancient tracking technique from the old country, Rolf shall find water without assistance of what-cha-ma-call-it doohickeys."
Rolf began sniffing the ground like a lost dog, searching for food. He began crawling across the ground, sending his mind into an animal like state as he hunted for water like a wild creature. Team Lemon Brook could only stare in shock and disbelief.
Johnny held Plank up to his ear. "I agree with yah, buddy," Johnny nodded. "He's lost it."
"Wow, this is how you know we suck." Kevin muttered. "Man we've sunk low."
"Might as well make sure he doesn't get lost." Hope suggested. The six remaining began to follow Rolf, as he scouted his way across the sands.
"At this rate, we should very well pick who's going home." Benedict said, sorting his money as usual. "It's of no use anymore to carry notions that we might arise victorious. As for me, I'd gladly ship that hoodlum Eddy off these premises."
"Wow, never thought me and Mr. Well-Off would have something in common," Kevin stated.
"I refuse to think like that!" Hope argued. A quick confessional of Hope came on screen.
Confessional – Hope: "If it does come to us voting someone off, that jerk Kevin is gonna be out of here in a heartbeat."
"Plank says Marie should get the boot," Johnny stated.
"Well I say Plank should get a nail!" Marie hissed.
"You wouldn't," Johnny cried defensively.
"Try me," Marie boasted.
Before the situation could turn any uglier, the six contestants noticed that their teammate Rolf had stopped and was now sniffing the ground below. "Ah-hah…" Rolf mused. He clumped up a handful of dirt and threw it into his mouth, much to the disgust of his group. "Rolf is successful!" Rolf then proceeded to claw away the dirt. Like a human bulldozer, he cleared the dirt in a heartbeat. All those years on the farm had really toughened up the strange child.
Finally, the clumps of dirt stopped rising. Rolf called up from his freshly dug hole, "Feast your eyes, fellow children of the citrus gathering!" The other members of Team Lemon Brook came forward and peered down into hole, only to be stunned by what they saw.
"Whoa…" Marie gaped, stunned.
"I don't believe it." Hope uttered.
In the pit, Rolf stood in what had to be enough water to fill a small swimming pool. At least three times the required amount of what they needed. "I think we have enough water to crush those Peach dweebs, huh guys?" Kevin asked sarcastically.
"It still needs to be purified, yah idiot." Marie reminded him.
"We can run the water through the guys' shirts." Hope suggested. "It should remove most of the contamination, to a degree."
"And how do we carry a water supply like this back to the place of our staying?" Benedict asked.
"Johnny could weave us some baskets out of the brush, right Johnny?" Hope asked her teammate.
"Plank and I could weave a house outta this debris, right buddy," Johnny replied.
"Okay, good." Hope said. "We might just have a chance then." The shot then faded out of scene.
About an hour later, Chris was sitting comfortably on his beach chair with Chef fanning him with a leaf and Eddy and Jack by his sides. They waited patiently to see which team would return first.
Confessional – Eddy: "You see, Jack and I made an off screen bet about who would win." Eddy explained. "I won't reveal too much, just get ready to see Mr. Athletic Guy get totally humiliated."
Confessional – Jack: "Be sure to have your T.V. on record because the humiliation is about to begin."
The confessionals seized as the first team glimpsed over the horizon, approaching ever closer as they carried their large buckets of water towards the camp area. As they came into full view, Jack cheered with joy and Eddy's face fell. It was Team Peach Creek.
"I think we know what you have to do tonight," Jack jeered.
"Hey! It's not over until my team comes back!" Eddy protested. A quick confessional came into airwaves.
Confessional – Eddy: "I am gonna kill Kevin!" Eddy's face was red, sweaty, and steaming with rage. "When I find that -ing -head I'm gonna beat the living - out of his -ing face and rip him to shreds, that little -." By this point, the censors had come into play, and the tape ended for discretion of younger viewers.
As the show returned, another sight dipped on the horizon. It looked like a large wasp nest, yet it clearly had an opening at the top. "What the heck is that?" Jack mumbled.
"Is that Team Lemon Brook?" Chris mused.
The bowl like object became even more visible as it approached closer to the camp area. When it was fully distinguishable, the reactions of Eddy and Jack swapped. Eddy began cheering wildly for his team, while Jack hung his head in defeat.
Team Lemon Brook had returned with an eight foot tall woven bowl, containing three or even four times the required gallons of water needed for the challenge. It took the six humans on the team to lift the containment case and carry it back to the wooden homes in the center of the desert.
The group rested the bowl down before the host and gave a confident smile. "Twenty gallons," Hope stated. "All of which is pure and refreshing. Here, try it." She handed the host a glass of their collected water. Chris tentatively sipped it, before giving them a confident smirk.
"Team Lemon Brook is the winner." Chris elated. The winning team gave a cry of power and victory, while the others gave stares of anger, disappointment, and sadness.
About an hour later during dinner, Team Peach Creek was in deep thought, musing over whom to send packing as they choked down Chef's Leak Water Cabbage Salad. Jack came to dinner in one of Sarah's outfits; a pink tank top with ill fitting blue shorts. His fiasco earned him looks of distaste, laughter, and surprise. The clothes barely fit him and his pride was beyond damaged.
"I didn't know there were five girls on our team," Lee laughed.
"Zip it!" Jack snapped "Okay, my look aside, who do you think should go home."
"It's only fair to give the boot to the person we feel will be of no use in future challenges." Double D stated.
"Well that rules out you, dude," Nazz complied. "If it wasn't for Double D, we wouldn't have even had a shot at winning this challenge."
"Well what about you?" Sarah asked Nazz. "You didn't do practically anything."
"Um, I was the one hauling buckets, K'?" Nazz defended herself.
"I don't think she did anything wrong." Jack agreed. "It was just a bad challenge for her, nothing for her skills."
"Well what about you then?" Sarah questioned Jack. "You've been gone half the day for an itsy bitsy burned tongue, and now you steal my clothes."
"Shut it!" Jack yelled.
"You haven't exactly been helpful either, kid." Lee stated. "You wimped out every time Curly-Cue needed some special assistance."
"Yah, where's your alibi?" May asked.
"Hey! Jimmy was hurt." Sarah argued. "He's younger and frailer than the rest of you! That's my alibi."
"Okay, so what's Jimmy's excuse?" Jack asked. Everyone turned to Jimmy, freaking the brace faced child out.
"Sarah, they're all staring at me." Jimmy cried, resting his head in her shoulder.
Jack rolled his eyes. "So what do you think Ed?" Jack asked.
"You and baby sister are so cute!" Ed praised.
Jack sighed. "No. I mean about who should be kicked off."
"Baby sister promised me we were gonna be in the final three together with Jimmy," Ed said.
"But what if one of them is eliminated?" Nazz asked.
Ed gave her a puzzled expression. "We'll still be in the finals with lots of gravy, right?" Ed asked. Nazz face palmed.
The shot went to static before shifting over to the Eating Pit of Doom, now completely free of bugs and rodents. The kids sat around the pit on log benches. Chris stood at a podium before the campers, holding a plate of jawbreakers. Chris began by noticing Jack's fashion sense. "Uh… dude- this show is TV-PG, K'?"
"Just get the elimination over with!" Jack snapped.
"Very well," Chris began. "The jawbreaker, a delicious treat which expands your cheeks four fold, but they're more than that in this desert. They represent survival." Chris explained. "You've all cast your votes and made your decisions. I have seven jawbreakers with me people. All but one will receive a jawbreaker. The loser- will be tossed as a sacrifice into the Eating Pit of Doom for the legendary Thunderbird. And once you leave, you are out of the contest."
Double D raised his hand. "Pardon me, Chris, sir- I don't mean to interrupt; but the Thunderbird is nothing more than a myth, derived from ancient Native American folklore. The concept of the Thunderbird was first developed in pueblo tribes in the early years of the America's history. Their idea was more or less that the bird was deity, or god. Not a flying man eating-"
"I don't need a reason to eliminate you," Chris reminded Double D. Double D blushed and went silent. The show went briefly went to the confessional.
Confessional – Jack: Jack wrote Sarah's name into a sheet of paper. "See yah, squirt." Jack sneered, dropping the paper in a locked box.
Confessional – Double D: "I'm terribly sorry for this," Double D apologized as he scribbled Jimmy's name on his paper.
Confessional – Sarah: "This'll teach yah to mess with me and Jimmy." Sarah spat as she voted for Nazz.
Confessional – Ed: Ed looked blankly at his paper, unsure what to write.
"When I call your name, claim your jawbreaker, and your immunity." Chris held up the first jawbreaker and said, "Ed."
Ed jumped out of his chair with glee. "I am the man! Jawbreakers for one and all except for one which is not to be none!" He grabbed his jawbreaker from Chris, shoved it in his mouth, and returned to his seat.
"May," Chris announced.
"Oh boy," May said excitedly. "Another day with big Ed suits me just fine!" She claimed her jawbreaker and sat uncomfortable close to Ed.
"Double D," The intelligent child came up and receive his prize.
"Lee," Lee grabbed her jawbreaker and chewed it with ease like it was gum.
"Jack," the jock gave a confident smile and retrieved his piece of candy.
Chris gave a menacing look to the final three contestants, indicating they were the ones who'd wrapped up the most votes. Chris tentatively waved the second to last jawbreaker, creating suspense and tension among Sarah, Nazz, and Jimmy.
"Nazz," Chris finally announced after a ten second pause. Nazz sighed with relief and retrieved her candy.
Sarah and Jimmy embraced each other in a tight hug. The host spoke. "I have one jawbreaker left- two contestants- so who's it gonna be? Wimpy braces nerd, or girly anger psycho." Jimmy and Sarah were too nervous to comment. Chris waved the jawbreakers before their faces for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, after far too much anticipation, Chris said-
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"Sarah."
Sarah turned to towards Jimmy in surprise. The poor boy was on the verge of tears and Sarah felt helpless, having no way to offer him any comfort. "Jimmy. Oh no! I'm so sorry! How could they do this to you?"
"Sarah," Jimmy said. "I'm scared, but… could you- win for me?"
"Of course Jimmy," Sarah replied. "I'll teach my backstabbing team a lesson, just for you, okay."
"Okay!" Jimmy said, nearly forgetting he'd just received terrible news. The blow was returned as Chef snatched Jimmy and carelessly tossed him into the pit, much to the surprise of his team. Jimmy landed violently on the dusty ground. When he regained his footing, he cried up to his friend. "Sarah!"
"Jimmy!" Sarah shouted back.
All of the sudden, a dark shadow passed over the group. A golden feather gently fell with the wind, colliding ominously atop one of the wooden benches beside Double D. Before Jimmy had time to react, a pair of razor sharp talons snatched the boy into the air. The beast was visible to the contestants for a few seconds only, but its presence was much more felt than seen.
The speck flew off into the darkness as Jimmy's screams disappeared with it. "Jimmy!" Sarah called as she chased helplessly after the figure.
Double D too chased after the bird, yelling, "That's a completely unheard of species! I must document its existent! Wait! I need a visual!"
"And so concludes our first elimination," Chris said to the camera. "Which team will get the bad end of the stick next time? Who will be booted off? Will I be sued for multiple accounts of failing to protect an abducted child? Find out next time on Total- Drama- Cul-De-Sac!" The cameras faded to black.
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Votes:
Double D: (Jimmy)
Ed: (Jimmy)
Nazz: (Sarah)
Jack: (Sarah)
Sarah: (Nazz)
Jimmy: (Nazz)
Lee: (Jimmy)
May: (Jimmy)
Vote Accumulation:
Jimmy – 4
Sarah – 2
Nazz – 2
Elimination Order
Jimmy
