We now return to our previous episode…

Chapter 4: Escape from Camp Wawanakwa, Part 2.

"Extra fuel?"

"Check."

"Rope?"

"Check."

"Clipboard?"

"Che—heh. Funny."

"Awesome, we're set." Charles and Noah were going over supplies before Team Braves went out to sea. Everyone else was still supplying their stuff.

"I think we have a good shot at winning toda—" Noah begins.

"Hush," Charles says, kindly. "Bling-Bling's heading towards Susan. Probably not gonna end well."

"Oh, Susan!" Bling-Bling started. "I was wondering if, when we get to mainland, we can share a dinner for—"

"Not interested," Susan replies, rather testily (no pun intended).

"No, but seriously, I've heard of a nice restauraunt—"

"I said I'm not interested."

"I'm not taking no for an answer."

"She said she's not interested!" Charles yells over to Bling-Bling. "Stop harassing her!"

"Shut up."

"You're not getting me into such a childish argument. Now leave, or I use my plutonium blaster."

"You do not have a—" Bling-Bling stopped as Charles pulled out a laser. Then all anyone could see was a smoke outline of Bling-Bling Boy, he ran so fast.

"You okay?" Charles asks Susan.

"Yeah. The guy's annoying. That's all. And he never takes a hint."

"Let me promise you something," Charles says. "Bling-Bling will be voted off before (god forbid) you get voted off. That's a promise."

Then feedback from a megaphone sounded around. Chris was beginning. "Everyone, get into your boats! Prepare to race! Me and Chef will take 'Break-All' Scarface down to Playa De Loser, and then catch up. On your marks, get set…" Chris fires another blank from a handgun.

"Seriously?" Regulus bursts. "My gun AGAIN! Why I'd aughta—" He prepares to climb out of the boat he's in, but is pulled back by Alejandro.

"Patience, senor. The time for revenge will come."

And they were off. Team Braves were in a blue motorboat, Damsels were in pink, Sinister in black. Damsels pulled ahead, mainly because Braves were attacked by Sinister.

Finn saw the danger first. "Butt-faces off the port bow. Prepare for jerkitude."

"Nice," Noah said. "Morons."

"Noah, take the wheel!" Charles yells out, as he sees Regulus pulling a swordfish from the water. Charles does the same. "I'll take this a-hole."

They began to fight. Regulus was overly-cocky about winning this fencing contest. He would have, too, if Alejandro had shut up.

"I think I did that already."

Regulus was caught off-balance, meaning Charles took a good swipe. He missed, but made Regulus teeter. Then Charles and Regulus caught each other in a swordlock.

"You jerk! You probably set Scarface up to setting those bombs." Charles yelled.

"Why would I assist that idiot? I can't trust him with a paperclip, let alone dynamite sticks!" Regulus criticized.

Noah noticed something. "Charles never mentioned dynamite. You weren't there. So it sounds very much like you framed Scarface and set the dynamite yourself."

That did it. Regulus screeched and swung as hard as he could.

Chris and Chef were gossiping.

"Me, personally, I'm hoping Heather takes the plunge," Chris says. "It would be fun to see her flip."

"Nah, we need to see Alejandro out," Chef comments. "That guy has it coming to him."

Then the engine quit.

"Oh, for the love of— Chef! We're out of fuel!"

"On it." He runs toward the fuel stash. "Uh…"

"Please," Chris pleads, "tell me we didn't forget our fuel."

"Nope."

"Good."

"It's been stolen."

"Oh, crap."

Despite Charles's strength, he eventually got tired and Regulus swiped the swordfish near his legs, knocking him over.

"Game's won, boy!" Regulus yells. "I've beaten you! The chances of getting to land for you all are slim, but just in case…" He swipes the swordfish at the motor, disabling it. "Better never than late, I'd say. So long, fools!" was his parting cry, as Team Sinister pulled ahead.

There was silence.

"We're gonna DIE!" Owen screamed, breaking said silence.

"Probably." This voice was Chris. "One boat's out, one boat's out of fuel. There could be death now. And I'd rather not die off the coast of Canada."

"You will not vote any of us off this time," Charles bargains. "And we get to hitch a ride."

"Fine, fine, but I don't see how—" Chris stopped as Charles pulled out a new gas tank. "How did you—"

"Stole it from Sinister, most likely stolen before," explains Charles. "So, in essence, we stole nothing."

Chris pointed into the boat. "Get in. I may have my hands full this season with the villains."

Everyone piled aboard. "Hold up, though," Chef added. "This boat's no good in a race. It's much too slow."

"Dammit! Looks like we need a new source of speed." Then Charles had an idea. "Lighter." He received it. "Now, Owen, how long can you hold your farts?"

Soon they were speeding along the ocean, catching up to Damsels and Sinister, in the most interesting and most disgusting mode of transport: lit fart nitro. "Smell that ocean air!" Charles said.

"Wait—what?" Finn panicked slightly. "We're on the ocean? Not the sea?"

Jake was silently making gestures, telling Charles to just shut up there, but he continued anyway. "Yeah. The ocean."

"There you go." Jake face palmed himself. "This is not gonna end well."

"Why?" Charles questioned—just before Finn jumped on his head and stomped on it. He was still afraid of the ocean.

"Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out!"

"Finn."

"Huh?"

"We made it." Noah pointed at the sand. "Canada. And we led a long way."

Team Damsels pulled up. "You made it!" Susan jumped out of the boat and hugged Charles.

Then Team Sinister. "Argh! Lost? HOW? We cheated to win!" Regulus's signature screw-up: announcing secrets for all of humanity.

Chris came up to the team. "Well, guys, you lost. This means one of you is out. Regulus, you cheated big-time, but Alejandro, you were the gambling chip. So…" Chris paused for dramatic effect. "You're going home…

"Alejandro."

He was shocked! Stunned! Third day and he was out? He lasted the entire season of World Tour! But he didn't say anything. He just walked away.

Confessional

Charles: Just goes to show: Cheaters never win. Unless they don't suck.

Regulus: Not a total waste. We're probably moving out to somewhere else."

Chris showed them their new gimmick. "Behold Wawanakwa Tours!" The double-decker bus gleamed in the evening sun. "This is the deal: This bus will be our home for a while as we tour the USA. Various locations are in store. Get ready, everyone! Because this is TOTAL…DRAMA…ISLAND!"

(Yep, I changed gears four chapters in. First stop is the Appalachian Mountains. If people can get back to me on certain topics, that'd be great. How good's the story? Anything needed? Anything I should keep? For purposes of discussion only, what animal do you think each of these people is most like? Please, please, PLEASE Review!)