Episode 10- If you can't take the heat.
Chris: Last time on total drama island.
Chris: Our competitors became hunters and the hunted. Owen's game was way off and when he finally caught wind of his prey, he totally blew it.
Chris: and Cody made a new friend, who quickly beat the crap out of him. Can anyone say medevac?
Chris: In a weird and strangely watchable twist, Leshawna, Lindsay, Beth, and Heather turn their paintball guns on each other.
Chris: It was a full on wrestle for dominance within the females of the gopher squad. And the gophers were sent to the bonfire.
Chris: in the end, however, it was Cody who got the shot. The Gophers are still the under-loosers. Can they bounce back? Or is their goose finally cooked? Find out tonight on total drama island.
-INTRO-
Many cameras and lights popped out from places like trees, bushes and even a mole hole.
Dear Mom and Dad I'm doing fine,
The camera crossed through the camp área, where Chris was sitting on a beach chair asking for a drink.
You guys are on my mind.
The camera went all the way to the cliff and slammed into the water, Owen let out a fart underwater, which ended up "sleeping" a passing fish.
You asked me what I wanted to be
and now I think the answer is plain to see,
Said fish and some of the fart cloud went all the way to the Surface, where it interrupted Geoff and Bridgette in The surfboard. An eagle quickly scooped the fish and flew away, dropping it around the forest área.
I wanna be famous.
The camera moved to show DJ relaxing with many animals. Suddenly, the fish fell in his lap, which made all the animals attack him and run. Duncan saw the seven and laughed, before noticing Courtney giving him a heavy look.
I wanna live close to the sun,
The camera moved to the waterfall, where Heather and Leshawna were in the middle of a slap fight. Until both fell down the waterfall. Passing behind Harold who was practicing Kung Fu poses in a log.
Go pack your bags, 'cause I've already won,
Izzy ended up ramming him while balancing on a vine, and both crashed against the confessional outhouse, which let out Lindsay who dropped a paper roll.
Everything to prove, nothing in my way
I'll get there one day.
The camera moved to the Main hall, where Chef was mixing something in a por, and the cook looked at the tree tied up boya he had. Ezekiel and Noah looked at each other worried, while Dave straight up fainted.
Cause, I wanna be famous!
On their left, Eva and Tyler had a test of strength, which was won by Eva rather fast.
The camera moved outside, where Sky stopped running and saw Katie and Sadie mesmerized while they saw a shirtless Justin, who admired himself in two mirrors.
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!
The camera passed over the water, where a Shark eated a fish while they jumped over a seagull with a plastic net on Her neck. The seagull was then dragged down by a tentacle.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
The camera moved again, this time to the center part of the dock, where Beth waves and then makes a routine with a flaming baton. Twirling it And launching it to the sky.
The day became night, and the camera went down to the campfire, where Gwen and Trent saw each other in a very romantic way. Which was broken up when Cody suddenly popped up between them.
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na! (as can be heard in the background)
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
The camera panned away, revealing all 24 campers around the campfire, in a Clockwork order it was Cody, Trent, Sadie, Katie, Ezekiel, Noah, Dave, Tyler, Justin, Beth, Owen, Harold, Lindsay, Heather, Izzy, Sky, Leshawna, Courtney, Duncan, Eva, Bridgette, Geoff, DJ and Gwen.
All (minus Gwen, Trent, Cody, Eva and Duncan) whistling in the "i wanna be famous" tune, and the season name on the wooden sign.
-END OF INTRO-
A new day was beginning in Wawanakwa. The male killer basses were sleeping, Duncan woke up and jumped to the ground to do some warm-up push-ups. But a smell made him stop, and he saw, mere inches from his face, there was a pair of underpants with a stain that left little to the imagination.
Duncan: Aghhh. Not cool, Harold man. Not cool.
Harold: Those aren't mine.
Duncan: Yeah, right. You're always leaving your gitch lying around.
Harold: No, I'm not. Gosh.
Geoff: Huh. Yeah, you are, dude.
Harold: You have like, absolutely no proof.
Geoff: No one else wears that kind, dude.
DJ: And your mom sewed your name onto the label.
Harold: Whatever. I'm going for a shower.
The nerd grabbed a towel and retreated.
Duncan: Hey, don't forget to clean the skid maker.
Once he closed the door, Duncan turned to his two companions and friends.
Duncan: I think Harold needs to be taught a lesson, boys. Who's with me?
The three of them high-fived each other. Soon after, the two teams were on the beach.
Chris: Today's challenge will test your minds, your teamwork, and your skill in the kitchen.
Dave and DJ both flashed a small smile at that.
Chris: You'll be cooking a three-course meal and serving it to me for tasting, the winners get a reward, the losers will send somebody home.
Chris: Each team will appoint a head chef to create the theme of the meal and to oversee the cooking. To cook, you need ingredients.
Heather: Please tell me we are not using Chef reserves. I think I saw a raccoon tail the other day.
Chris: Don't worry Heather, you're getting fresh ingredients. Every morning, a truck brings us food. Today's task starts there. Pick your chef, and what you need.
A truck came out of the water. And to top it off, it's driven by a dolphin that had scuba gear. But no one noticed, as the Basses came up to the back.
Geoff: We could do a killer italian theme.
Duncan: Hello, head chef.
Geoff: Seriously?
Duncan and DJ nodded.
Geoff: Then let's get grabbing.
While they were preparing, the Gophers were analyzing their chances.
Heather: Head chef, called it.
Dave: Didn't we talk about this being a team and not a dictatorship?
Heather: I let you be the judge in the talent show, it's only fair that I get to lead here. Plus, it's better to not to screw up this time, okay?
Beth swallowed hard, as Dave sent her a disgruntled look.
Leshawna: Just ignore her.
-confessional-
Heather: I had to take the leadership role. Hello! We're on a losing streak and really, everyone else on the team is pretty useless. Dave it's probably the best, so that speaks on the level.
Dave: You know what, fine. If Heather wants to play miss monarchy, let her, if we lose, she behead herself. Besides, i doubt she has knowledge on some kind of food, me on the other hand. I know my way in the kitchen, so bring it.
-end of confessional-
The Basses finished taking their ingredients.
Geoff: Sweet. Let's hit the road.
The team pulled out, while the Gophers got ready.
Heather: Leshawna, mangoes. Beth, pineapples. Lindsay, macadamias. Trent, molasses. Gwen, tomatoes. Owen, take those ribs. Dave, you take any spice.
The Catfish arrived in the kitchen and left everything on the counter of their equipment, which was red.
Geoff: Okay. We got, like, three courses and eight people. So everybody partner up, 2 duos and one of 3.
DJ: I know how to make pasta sauce.
Bridgette: And I know how to boil pasta.
The two high-fived
Harold: Me and Eva can rock the antipasto. I'm like a black belt when it comes to cutting cheese.
The team laughed.
Duncan: -Cheese.
Harold: -What? What?
DJ: Nothing. It's just the image of you cutting cheese like it's breaking some wood planks.
Duncan: I guess that leaves you, Olympian and me on dessert detail.
Courtney: Oh, no. No way.
Sky: Come on, Courtney, for the team.
Courtney: Ugh, fine.
-confessional-
Courtney: He's totally unmotivated. And he never washes his hands. He's so obnoxious.
The confessional video fast forwards.
Courtney: And owning sunglasses doesn't automatically make you cool–
The video fast-forwards again.
Courtney: People like that are so annoying. I mean, honestly, who does that? And don't even get me started on miss leader wannabe..
-end of confessional-
The camera shows how someone in the catfish hut was grabbing Harold's underwear with a stick. That someone was Geoff, who once his "mission" was accomplished went back to the kitchen and signaled to DJ, who was loading water into a pot.
DJ' Uh, where do you want the water, brid- "trips"- oops.
Harold: Hey. Smooth move, dork-ahontas.
DJ: Sorry dude.
Geoff: Oh, bummer. Better go change, dude.
Harold came out of the kitchen, and the duo laughed, which did not go unnoticed by Bridgette or Sky who raised an eyebrow.
Meanwhile, the moles finally arrived at their table.
Heather: Gwen, Lindsay, you're on the citrus macadamia upside-down-cake flambe.
Lindsay: Know how to make an upside-down flamer thingy?
Owen came in with a huge sack of oranges, but collided with Heather, causing several to fall to the ground, and he ended up slipping, crushing a good amount of the fruit.
Dave: Are you okay buddy?
Owen: My butt hurts.
Heather: Go back to the truck and get more oranges.
Owen: I'm on it.
Heather: Trent, you, Dave and Owen are on ribs.
-confessional-
Dave: Owen on the ribs? Yeah, she dumb.
-end of confessional-
Heather: Leshawna and Beth, you're on pineapple skewers and mango dip.
Leshawna: Girl, let me handle the appetizers. I know how to make a pineapple chutney that would melt the socks off the devil.
Heather: Oh, really? Well, that's so great. But since I'm head chef, we're gonna stick to my plan. And my plan is pineapples with sticks through them. Got it?
Meanwhile, Harold was rummaging through the drawers.
Harold: Shirt, shirt, shirt.
Seeing that there were no more, Harold pulled out a red Speedo that was clearly small.
Harold: Looks like it's your time to shine.
Owen was on his way back with the oranges, but he was going so fast that he hit a tree. Which not only caused him to throw the fruit back, but he shaked a honeycomb and the bees headed for him.
Owen: Ahhhhhhhhhh.
The big guy started running. Meanwhile, the Catfish in the kitchen were splitting up, with Bridgette and DJ preparing the sauce, while Geoff passed by doing a "stakeout."
DJ: I think he digs you.
Bridgette: Maybe. I mean, he is kind of cute.
DJ gave him a little sly nod and Geoff approached him
Geoff: You know, you look good when you're cooking dinner, kind of like my friend Evan's hot mom.
Bridgette: Excuse me?
DJ: Geoff. Why don't you go get us some more tomatoes, dude?
DJ: Sure thing, bud. Later, Bridg.
Once he walked away, DJ negotiated, clearly his friend needed a few lessons in flirting. Sky approached him.
Sky: What happened earlier?
DJ: What do you mean?
Sky: I'm talking about how you "tripped" and got Harold wet.
DJ: Oh that. Just a little joke, and a bit of a lesson for leaving his clothes lying around. Don't worry, it'll just be a little scare.
Sky raised her eyebrow a little worried. It wasn't about DJ per se, but about Geoff and Duncan. Since the former was good but somewhat uncontrollable and the latter… the latter was Duncan.
Trent and Dave were still working on the ribs, the musician sending a glance at Gwen. Until the sound of the door caught everyone's attention. And they saw Owen carrying the crate of oranges, but the blond was full of stings.
Owen: It's okay, everyone. I'm back.
Dave: What happened to you?
Owen: A run-in with some bees, but nothing serious. I just have to carry this and-
Without realizing it, one of the oranges had fallen to the ground, so Owen fell to the floor, slipped, and that in turn sent the box flying, hitting Dave in the face.
Trent: Oh shoot.
-confessional-
Heather: Things are going perfectly, except for Owen's hornet stings and Dave's concussion which means he's out of today's challenge. But, still, this challenge is totally ours.
Heather immediately shook her head in frustration.
-end of confessional-
Duncan was kneading with a rolling pin, while Courtney had the bowl with the filling.
Courtney: Careful your big paws don't mash the pastry.
Duncan: Careful your uptight butt doesn't curdle the custard.
Courtney: Oh, ha ha ha.
The door opened and everyone saw Harold, who was wearing the speedo, as he had no pants.
Harold: Okay, who took all my shorts?
The three perpetrators laughed. Not seeing what Sky was sending them a disapproving look.
Chris: Three hours and counting, guys.
The host looked at Harold.
Chris: A tip? Not your style dude.
Beth was delicately cutting the slices, until Heather interrupted.
Heather These slices are totally uneven. Switch places with leshawna.
Beth was about to do so, but Leshawna stopped her.
Leshawna: What are you talking about? They look fine to me.
Heather: Um, I didn't get to be head chef because of poor presentation.
Leshawna: No, you got to be head chef because you called it. And who you think you're fooling with that crispy-white-apron power trip you on?
The Basses watched the fight with interest.
Heather: Are you gonna be a team player or not?
Leshawna: Ooh, I'm a team player, all right. But I'm also allergic to pineapples.
Heather: Just get slicing. Now.
Leshawna did so reluctantly.
Leshawna: Ooh, two-faced, bossy little--argh
Leshawna held up her hands, revealing that she had a rash.
Leshawna: Yo, what do you recommend I do about this?
Heather: Yo, I recommend you scratch after we win.Get back to work.
Leshawna was ready to jump on her, but the rest of the girls stopped her.
Harold was still cutting food, while DJ and Geoff watched him mockingly.
Geoff: Dude, you got to put some clothes on, man. It's unsanitary to cook in something that...small.
Harold: So give me back my pants then.
Duncan entered the scene.
Duncan: Harold's right, guys. If you go to the cabin, you'll find a clean pair of underwear and shorts waiting.
Harold ran off at full speed, as the trio of friends laughed. Harold came in the cabina and found the clothes on his bed
Harold: That's more like it.
What he didn't realize, was that it had a stain of something red on the back of it. The camera showed the trio laughing in the kitchen, with a bottle of hot sauce. Harold put on his underwear and...
Harold: ... MY BISCUITS ARE BURNING.
The nerd ran out onto the dock and jumped into the water.
Harold: IDIOTS.
- commercial break-
Back in the dining room, Heather approached Lindsay.
Heather: What's wrong?
Lindsay: Uh, we used all the flambe syrup, but it won't flambe.
Heather: Nothing happened when you lit it?
Lindsay: ummm.
-confessional-
Heather: It's like talking to an eggplant.
-end of confessional-
Heather: Pay attention, girls, this is how you flambe. Step one, pour the flambe liquid, which you did manage. Step two of two, light it.
Heather used a lighter, but when she brought it close, it literally made a flame that left her face full of soot. Gwen couldn't help but laugh (though she covered her mouth) as Heather grabbed a nearby frying pan and reflected, watching the fire burned her eyebrows.
Heather: Aah. My eyebrows Owen?
Owen: Is it finally lunchtime?
Heather: No. Go get my makeup bag from the cabin.
Owen: But the bees.
Heather: NOW
The blond did so intimidated.
Leshawna: Excuse me. I need a bathroom break.
Heather: Well, evidently, I need new eyebrows. But we don't always get what we want, do we? Ugh. It's like I'm on a team of morons.
-confessional-
Leshawna: Oh, that is it. Someone's got to teach this girl a little respect.
-end of confessional-
Harold returned to the dining room, now wearing his pajamas.
Duncan: Nice jammies.
Harold: This is all I've got left. So if you sickos want to see me butt naked, hit me with your best shot.
Duncan: Well, stop leaving your butt bags all over the cabin, and we'll back off.
Harold: I told you it wasn't me.
Duncan: Well, I tried.
Geoff: Hey, guys, I made some sandwiches. We can chow down while we work.
Harold: Oh, sweet. I'm seriously starving.
Harold took one and began to eat it.
Harold: This tastes like sweat and lotion. It's probably the worst sandwich ever.
The nerd stretched out something he assumed was ham... but it turned out to be one of his underpants.
Harold: GROSS.
The trio laughed again, and even Eva let out a giggle. The other girls weren't exactly enjoying themselves.
Geoff: We'll return all your shorts and panties when you admit your guilt, dude.
Owen was outside the hut. There was a honeycomb, so he started to approach it slowly, but knocked over some bottles, the good news was that the bees were not alerted. Owen sighed, but when he stepped, he stepped on the rake, hitting his face and falling to the ground. The jolt in turn caused the comb to fall, and therefore-
Owen: AHHHHHHHHHHJHHHH.
Moments later, Owen came in, completely swollen from stings, so much so that his tongue was hanging out and his eyes couldn't focus.
Heather: Don't just stand there. Give it.
Owen passed out, Leshawna pushed Heather and caught her makeup bag.
Heather: Hey.
Leshawna: Beth.
The neighborhood girl threw the purse at the girl with glasses.
Heather: Give me.
Gwen: in the fridge.
Beth threw it, and Lindsay caught it. Heather smiled and reached out, her eyes closed in confidence. Lindsay watched it for a moment... before "accidentally" tossing it.
Lindsay: Oops.
Heather: NO.
Heather went into the freezer and Gwen closed the door.
Heather: Hey, you can't do this, I'm head chef.
Lindsay: Do you think heather's really mad at us?
Heather started banging on the door.
Heather: I WILL DESTROY YOU.
Leshawna: She'll get over it. Girl needs to learn how to chill.
Eva estaba rellenando los cannolis.
Courtney: You're such a slob. They all have to have the same amount of custard.
Eva gruñó un poco, pero se contuvo.
Eva: Oh, relax, they're fine.
Courtney: Presentation it's key, we're not winning whitout perfection.
Duncan approached.
Duncan: You know, you'd be a lot more fun without that pole up your butt.
Courtney: WHAT? I'm, like, the most easygoing person I know.
Duncan: Oh, yeah, you're totally laid-back.
Eva: And i'm the queen of fairytale-land.
Courtney: Less talking, more custring.
Eva squeezed in anger and smeared them both.
Duncan: Ha. Now you look sweeter.
Courtney wiped her face and threw the bowl of cream at him.
Courtney: Who's the sweeter now?
The law student took some of the cream and tasted it.
-confessional-
Duncan: Man, that girl creases me… I dig that in a chick.
Courtney: Duncan and me? Right, as if. I'm so sure. Not in a million years. Ple-ase. When pigs fly.
Eva: yo, you still busy protesting in there, or can someone else have a turn?
Courtney: Like I was saying, not gonna happen.
Eva: She spended like 30 minutes ranting… better than having her on my ear.
-end of confessional-
Beth prepared the tablecloth, placing the tiki statuette inside a necklace of flowers.
Beth: Your meal is coming right up, sir.
Geoff lit some candles.
Geoff: Back in a sec with your meal, dude. I mean, sir.
Owen and Leshawna smelled the ribs.
Leshawna: We might just win this thing yet, y'all. Owen, guard the food.
Trent: Uh, I actually think it would be better if I watched the food. No offense, but Owen hasn't eaten since morning.
The blond's stomach growled.
Leshawna: All right, let's do this.
Meanwhile, Heather was in the freezer applying makeup to try to make fake eyebrows, but the low temperature made it impossible, not to mention that her skin was starting to take on a slightly pale hue.
Chris tried the Catfish antipasto.
Chris: Your antipasto passed the test-o. Now pass the pasta, please.
The catfish did as they said, Chris tried some.
Chris: On a scale of 1 to 10… 15. How will the gophers respond?
Beth presents the pineapple skewers.
Chris: Mmm, sweet. But simple… give you a 5. It's a very neutral food.
Leshawna: Told that modelo girl we should gone whit my plan.
Trent and Owen came in with the ribs. Chris sniffed them a bit, took the smallest one and started tasting.
Chris: Juicy… sweet… doesnt feel stuff or low cooked. It's an absolute 9 for the Gophers. Meaning they're only down by 1. Time for dessert.
The Catfish brought their cannolis, and Chris tried 1. Courtney was nervous, so Duncan put a hand on her shoulder, calming her down a bit.
Chris: Eh, six. The bass have 21. So the gophers need at least 7 points just to tie it up.
Lindsay put the flambe.
Chris: I have to say this dessert looks like a winner.
But when he poked it, it literally fell apart.
Gwen: Ooh, that's not good.
Chris tried it anyway, but all he managed to do was start choking.
Owen: Hang on, there.
Owen started giving him the heimlich maneuver, until he spit out a ball of hair.
Owen: Yes, got it.
Beth: Ew.
Chris: What the heck is this?
Lindsay: It's Heather's recipe. Ah. Oh, my gosh. She's still in the fridge.
Chris looked at the rest of the girls.
Leshawna: What? Girl was making everyone trip.
Chris: Oh, I hear that.
But the expressions of Chris, Owen and the Basses transformed at the sight of Heather.
Owen: Oh, the horror.
Heather had bluish skin, her hair was covered in frost from the ice, and she was shivering uncontrollably.
Heather: You guys are s-s-s-o dead. Is it over?
Chris: It is. The bass win 21 to 15.
The Killer Basses celebrated.
Chris: And it's not just 'cause I almost died. The ribs where a bit too sweet for my taste. Less bbq next time.
Heather: Great. That's just great. Why do we keep losing, people?
Heather noticed the tiki.
Heather: And what is this? I didn't approve this.
Beth: I brought it back as a souvenir, you know, from the other island.
Chris: You did what?
Beth: What?
Chris: You mean boney island, the deadliest island in muskoka. The one I specifically said not to take anything from or you'll be cursed?
Beth: …Yeah. I didn't know. I'll put it back.
Chris: Okay, the killer bass now lead with eight members to the gophers' soon to be seven.
The team celebrated, with Duncan hugging Courtney, who did not resist.
Chris: And as promised, the winners will be enjoying a reward tonight– A five-star dinner under the stars.
Eva: Way to go, guys.
Courtney: Right on. Put me down… Put me down.
The punk took heed and smiled nervously. the Basses (minus Heather, Beth, Lindsay and the injured Dave) we're outside the canon.
Leshawna: I don't know about y'all, but heather has got to go.
Owen: Yeah, but Beth cursed us with that wooden tiki-doll thingy.
Leshawna: Hmm, true. Dear, curse, please hit heather next. And if possible, hit her upside the head.
Inside the women's cabin, Heather confronted Lindsay.
Heather; You know, Lindsay, I could convince the team to vote you off tonight. You were a major traitor.
Lindsay: But-
Heather: But you did let me out of the fridge, so I'll give you one more chance IF. You vote with me tonight.
Lindsay nodded.
Heather: There, see? All better when we talk…. But, and if you ever team up with Leshawna against me again. I'll cut off all your hair while you're sleeping.
Lindsay covered her head in fright.
-confessional-
Heather: Today's vote was really hard, but only because there were So many annoying people to choose from.
Lindsay was laughing.
Lindsay: I can't believe we locked her in the fridge..That was so cool… She's not going to see this, is she?
Heather: Leshawna is a royal pain in the butt. And Beth completely screwed up everything for us.
Lindsay: Her eyebrows look so bad.
Heather: I vote for beth.
Dave had a bandage on his head.
Dave: Boy I'm almost glad I got knocked out during this challenge… almost.
Heather: And I just need some talking.
-end of confessional-
Already at the ceremony, the Gophers were ready.
Leshawna: How you feeling kid?
Dave: Well, discount the headache and the fact that Owen and Trent had to give me a rerun of the day. But at least I still have my head attached.
Chris: I've got eight gophers sitting in front of me tonight, but only seven fluffy bits of sweet safety in my hands. So good luck.
The team exchanged glances.
When I call your name, come up and get your marshmallow. Leshawna.
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The blonde took her marshmallow, whereupon the last two were Beth and Heather.
Chris: Heather, Beth, it's down to you. Whoever doesn't get this last marshmallow, must immediately walk the dock of shame and leave on the boat of losers forever.
The two looked at each other, Heather confident, and Beth nervous.
Chris: The final marshmallow goes to...
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Chris: Beth.
Heather: What?
Beth took her marshmallow in relief.
Heather: Are you insane? They cursed us with that stupid statuette.
Dave: Maybe. But she didn't know that, and she's much nicer than you. Something the rest agreed with.
Heather: YOU.
Dave: What, you thought just because I wasn't there that I would think you weren't spoiled for once?
Heather: Well, by all means, keep Miss Fucking Brakes.
Gwen: Hey, don't blame the player. Blame the game.
Chris: Sorry Heather, but maybe you should have been more cautious.
Leshawna: You heard the host girl. Boat of losers, that away.
Gwen: See you, "girl".
The chef entered the scene and charged Heather.
Heather: You'll all pay for it. Did you hear me? YOU'ALL ALL PAY.
Beth: We did it. She's really gone.
Beth smiled and high-fived Dave.
Chris: That's it for tonight. Beth, a boat will take you to boney island tommorrow so you can get rid of the idol. But you might want to burn some sages to get rid of any lingering curse vibes after.
Beth: Yes sir.
Gwen: will the Chef give us some sage?
Chris: Nope. So... Good luck with that.
During the night, Duncan, Geoff and DJ loaded the bunk with Harold. He somehow didn't wake up.
As the sun rose, Harold opened his eyes over the sound of laughter, and saw that there were the girls... In the lake?
Eva: Good morning, Harold.
The nerd sat confused... until he saw that he was on the dock and naked.
Harold: AHHHHH.
The nerd used the pillow to cover himself, DJ, Duncan and Geoff went by in a canoe.
Duncan: So, learned your lesson yet?
Harold: YES. OKAY. YES.
DJ: Oh, we're gonna need more than that, man.
Harold: I'll never leave my crusty underwear out again. I swear.
Geoff: What the heck, I believe him.
Geoff took out the bag of clothes and tossed it to her.
Geoff: It's a pleasure doing business with you.
Harold grabbed the bag and ran into the cabin. Sky sent the trio a disapproving look from the dock, which turned to one of disappointment at the sight of DJ.
Harold walked past the mole hut, where Trent, Owen and a bandaged Dave were sitting, Owen and Trent laughed, while Dave rubbed his eyes.
Dave: I'm going to need a lot of therapy after this camp.
-END OF THE EPISODE-
-VOTES-
Beth- Lindsay, Heather.
Heather- Leshawna, Gwen, Beth, Dave, Trent, Owen.
-ELIMINATION TABLE-
24- Ezekiel (Killer Basses)
23- Katie (Killer Basses)
22- Noah (Screaming Gophers)
21- Justin (Screaming Gophers)
20- Izzy (Screaming Gophers)
19- Sadie (Killer Basses)
18- Tyler (Killer Basses)
17- Cody (Screaming Gophers)
16- Heather (Screaming Gophers)
-STILL IN THE GAME-
Screaming Gophers: Owen, Gwen, Beth, Leshawna, Lindsay, Trent, Dave.
Killer Basses: Duncan, Geoff, DJ, Bridgette, Harold, Courtney, Eva, Sky.
Ohhhhh, yes, this just happened folks. It's not a hallucination.
I must admit. This was NOT my original plan. I was planning on keeping Beth's plot the same, but as I watched the episode I realized something... Heather literally has a flower on the *bleep*. (It's an Argentinian modism)
How the team didn't boot her out is a mystery. curse or not. Also, how did Gwen, Trent and Leshawna really buy that curse thing? Owen I can understand, but the others? Ok yes, the show has some supernatural element to it, but to say that Izzy and Cody's eliminations were curses seems like stretching it to me. Plus, it adds to the shock factor that this happens, don't you think?
Dave and Sky took very passive roles here, Sky doesn't approve of the actions of DJ and the others, something that will have short term effects (something I took from TheRiverian's fanfic based on certain events of his relationship with a certain jock with a electric name) While Dave got knocked out because... he's Dave and i have to bully him once per episode XD. Ok, I could let Trent get KO'd out anyway, but it felt too obvious, and it's not like it will change anything between one and the other here. They were both going to stop Owen from eating the ribs.
In the next episode the teams face a test of trust. Now that Heather is gone it should be easy for the Gophers, right...? Right?
I hope you liked it, and if you did, don't be afraid to leave your reviews, I love reading them and getting feedback.