Author's Note: I know, I'm late. I have seen Clue, so that may help me with the tone of this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama, the shuffled concept or the (most of) the characters.
And now, the reviews!
That British Guy: Some eliminations can't be surprises. They will be a couple at some point.
Starheart Specials: Yeah... I might need to get a beta reader at some point.
Current Castmates:
Boys: Alejandro, DJ
Girls: Heather, Kitsune, Sugar
What will happen today? It's a mystery.
Episode 20: Get a Clue
"Once upon a time on Total Drama Action," Chris said as if he were narrating over a shot of the film lot. "There was a princess trapped in a tower," he said over a shot of the 'tower' HEather was in.
"Okay, Heather got stashed in a tower set for a couple of hours," he admitted over a shot of Heather wishing the knights luck. "But still!" The other five were see complaining about their disguises. "A bunch of knights wet to rescue her! And along the way," Sugar's fall was shown, "some were lost," DJ's fall was shown.
"Dreams were crushed," One of Kitsune and Duncan's arguments were shown, "and a prince prevailed!" Heather and Alejandro's near kiss was shown. "But! It was no fairy tale ending for Princess Heather and Prince Al," the charmer's fall from the tower was shown.
"Unless of course you consider Sir Duncan getting the boot over Prince Al," the punk's final moments with Kitsune was shown. "Meanwhile the rest of them lived happily ever after!" A clearly staged scene of the remaining five contestants smiling and waving at the camera in the amphitheatre was shown, only for the camera to pull back and reveal that is was a photograph in the host's hands.
"NOT!" he said impishly, tearing the photo in two. 'C'mon, this is Total Drama Action! Forget happily, we've got fights, danger, maiming!" he counted each thing on his fingers. "This time, their might even be murder! So keep your eyeballs glued, right here! On another homicidal episode of! Total! Drama! Action!"
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[A stage light pops up in front of some fake buildings and turns on; a camera with a rat on top of it comes out of a manhole; another camera comes out of the hollow of a tree, along with some garbage and a very confused raccoon. A pair of hands claps a film slate in front of the camera, and the camera flies through the film lot; Chris drives a golf cart with Chef in the passenger side in the camera's path. The host grins and waves and the cook crosses his arms and scowls as the lyrics start]
Dear Mom and Dad I'm doing fine
[The camera passes through a tree and files down a road between the studio warehouses, dodging a farm backdrop and a sunset backdrop before flying through a costume rack]
You guys are on my mind
[The camera flies up the fake mountain and peeks over the edge to see a pool of water, then jumps in]
You asked me what I wanted to be
[As the camera lands in the pool, bubbles fill the screen and then disapate to show Sugar in her bikini with a large shark behind her. The pageant queen farts as the shark opens its mouth, then it chokes]
And I think the answer is plain to see
[The camera pans up to show Harold on a surfboard hooked up to some rigging. He tries to dodge seagulls that are shooting past him like bullets, only to take one to the face and be knocked in the water.]
I wanna be... famous
[The camera quick pans to the left, showing Duncan manning what can only be described as a seagull cannon with a sadistic grin on his face. The camera pans back to show Sky looking at the punk with contempt as he fires the rest of the gulls. The camera flies between them, then pauses in front of a large door as Sasquatchanawkwa runs across it in a pink dress and boa The door opens and the camera flies into a bright light.]
I wanna live close to the sun
[The light fades into a shot of the beach set where Leshawna sits on a pool chair. She is flanked with sharks in their own chairs The camera zooms in on Leshawna as she gives a huge smile.]
Well pack your bags 'cause I've already won
[The camera pans to the right and ending up on Noah in the confessional reading a book with a smug expression pn his face and his legs propped up on the table. He leans back and goes too far as he falls backwards.]
Everything to prove, nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
[The camera quick pans to the right again to show Heather and a bald and camo cap wearing Alejandro on rock pillars against a dark backdrop. The two have dueling sticks, Heather's is blue and Alejandro's is orange. Alejandro hits Heather a few times and she responds with a jab to his face, his cap falls off and the camera quick pans down to show the hat falling perfectly on DJ's head.]
'Cause I wanna be... famous
[The camera zooms out a bit to show DJ stirring a metal pot with a smile on his face. He pulls out a small orange bottle and sprinkles something in the pot, takes out a spoon and offers it to someone off-screen; the camera zooms out more to show he was offering it to Sammy, who giggles and kisses him on the cheek. The camera pans out to show Amy watching the scene on one of two monitors in another room with a look of disgust on her face. She angrily presses a button and is surprised when an explosion rocks the other screen.]
(Na nananana nanananana nananananana)
[The camera cuts to the explosion as it fades away revealing a slightly singed Shawn nervously looking around... only to scream and run away to the right past a zombie in familliar clothing. The zombie reveals itself to be Kitsune, who giggles to herself as he runs past. The camera follows him as he runs past the Lame-o-sine then stops at the vehicle.]
I wanna be! I wanna be! I wanna be famous (Na nananana nanananana nananananana)
I wanna be! I wanna be! I wanna be famous (Na nananana nanananana nananananana)
[The camera zooms in on the limousine's window, which rolls down to show a smiling Mike and Zoey. The window behind them rolls down to show Victor smiling at the couple. He opens the door with an formal bow. The camera flies past a series of flashes as if it were going down the red carpet and stops at Chris in a blue tux on the amphitheatre. The host grins and opens an evelope, then looks over at a scowling dress-wearing Chef as he holds a tray of Guilded Chris's. Chris purses his lips and gives a look to the camera. The camera zooms out to show the scene was being watched on a monitor, then pans down to Gwen and Trent, the latter strumming the last few notes of the theme on his guitar.
The camera zooms out to show the non competitors on the center couch of what looked to be the set of a talk show, flanked by two double tiered couches. On the top left: Noah, Sammy, DJ, and Tyler. On the bottom left: Zoey, Mike, Leshawna, Harold, Duncan, and Kitsune. On the top right: Staci, Malcolm, Victor, Sky, and Alejandro. And on the bottom right: Scarlett, Sugar, Shawn, Amy and Heather. The feed on the monitor fizzles out and changes to the Total Drama Action logo]
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The episode began with a shot of the crat tent before cutting to the inside of it as Sugar said, "Breakfast tacos? This is a great idea!"
The five remaining castmates were eating at the same table, the one closest to the door. The two groups remained more-or-less separated, though, with the trio of Heather, Alejandro, and Sugar taking up one end of one side of the table, and Kitsune and and DJ sitting across from them.
"They would be if Chef would come up with something more original than Mexican themes food," Heather complained.
"Weren't you supposed to be cooking Deej?" Kitsune asked taking a bite and them spitting it out. "I was really looking forward to eggs without eggshells today."
"Chef said he had to do it," DJ answered. "And I'm not about to tick off a dude that carries around the weapon he's named after." He took a bite of his food, only to take on a perplexed look. He took a USB drive out of his mouth and looked at it in confusion.
"I take it Chef ran out of the usual things to slip in our food?" Alejandro asked.
"Maybe there's some kinda secret message onit," Sugar said. "Like for the next challenge."
"Maybe Al can lend us his PDA for a bit," Kitsune suggested.
The charmer sighed. "Only because I want to know what's on here," he begrudgingly agreed. DJ handed him the drive and Alejandro stuck it in the PDA. All the cast leaned in to watch.
The viewpoint shifted to a close-up of the screen as Alejandro pressed a button and a video began to play. It was Chris in the monitor room. "I hope you all had a filling breakfast," the grinning host began as the camera cut in even closer. "It was so delish. I was practically on cloud nine! I could've had a dozen of them!"
The shot briefly cut back to Kitsune and DJ as they shared a confused shrug.
"But, enough about breakfast," Chris continued. "It's time to eighty-six this combination – ah, I mean, conversation!"
"That guy has some problems," the goofball commented.
"Right now I'm gonna relax in a nice safe and secure place," the host said, putting his hands behind his head, "and get ready for today's challenge. You're probably wondering what the challenge is," he asked, and the shot cut to Alejandro and Heather. Both were watching with furrowed brows.
"It will remain a mystery," the host answered, the shot still focused on the villains as they raised their brows, "until you find me. Hopefully you'll clue in and track me down, but, in the mean time," he pulled out a can of soda, "I'm gonna crack open a soda and relax. See ya!" He opened the can, and the video ended.
"This is a reward day right?" Kitsune asked the others. "Because if it is, then I don't see a point in looking for Chris. I say we take the day off."
"As much as it pains me to say it, Faith's right," Heather said. "If this challenge is so important, than he can find us."
"Well I think he was givin' us hints on where to find'im," Sugar said.
DJ scoffed. "Like Chris would make it that easy on us."
Alejandro spoke up. "Actually, she's right."
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"I'll admit to not being the smartest on the show," Heather confessed. "But there's no way Sugar could figure something out before me. Unless, she's been playing dumb this whole time..."
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"Didn't you notice all those seemingly random words Chris put emphasis on?" Alejandro asked.
"Yeah, but Chris has always been weird," Kitsune replied. "He could finally be losing it."
"Except there's a theme to them," the charmer retorted. "It becomes obvious if you think about it. 'Safe," 'clue,' 'crack,' he's referring to a safe, most likely the one from the bank heist."
"Impressive," DJ commented.
"It's simple for anyone with an IQ of 163," the charmer bragged.
"I was the one who figured out Chris was givin' us hints!" Sugar complained.
"Not as impressive as actually figuring them out though," Kitsune told her as they all left the building.
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"Even though it literally hurts to admit it," Kitsune confessed. "Al's been acting pretty cool this season. So I gotta give him his props on figuring out the clues." She grabbed her stomach and winced. "See? Pain."
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The footage cutto the bank vault set, where the five castmates already assembled.
"Ok Blah-lejandro," Heather said. "What's the combination?"
"Easy," Kitsune said walking to the door. "Going back to the emphasis thing, he talked about cloud nine, having a dozen tacos, and eighty-sixing the conversation," she dialed each number as she spoke and opened the vault. A bright light came from inside that forced DJ to shield his eyes, and the silhouette of Chris slowly came into view. He was wearing a Sherlock Holmes-like hat and carried a doctor's bag in one hand and held a smoking pipe to his mouth in the other.
"That was easy," the goofball commented. "Now what's the reward?"
"Hmm," the host replied in a stuffy and vaguely British accent, "I hardly recall mentioning any sort of reward." He put then pipe back in his mouth, then coughed. "But thanks for releasing me," he said in his normal voice, "it was getting stuffy in there."
"Are you smoking?" She asked the host in disgust.
"What? Oh no, of course not!" the host answered with a grin, tossing the pipe into his mouth and chewing it.
Kitsune recoiled in shock and disgust. "What?" Chris asked with his mouth still full. "It's chewing tobacco." He pointed at the stuff in his mouth, and the rest of the cast recoiled in even greater disgust.
"Nah, just kidding," he told them jovially. "It's black licorice."
The five teens took another step back in disgust, and Heather even vomited. "Yeah, you're right," Chris said blankly, spitting the licorice out. "That stuff's disgusting. Now it's time for mystery movie day!"
"I've got a challenge for each of you," he explained. "Tonight, you're to meet me at the train station set."
"We have a train station set?" Heather asked in disbelief as she wiped her mouth.
"I'm sure there a bunch of sets we haven't used yet," DJ told her.
"Right you are DJ!" Chris replied. "Now, I'll require full fingerprints and DNA samples from each competitor.
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"All my info's at the Champlain National Max Security Prison," Kitsune confessed.
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"So, each of the competitors has to gather the evidence from any one of the other competitors." Sugar, Heather, and DJ looked at him questioningly before nodding and smirking in comprehension. "Which means, it's in your interest to prevent the other guy from getting your deets." Kitsune was shown smiling and casting a sideways glance at an all to aware Alejandro.
"Now go pack an overnight bag and get me my clues," Chris told the five.
"Just don't have a butler on set," Kitsune told the host in a joking manner. "This challenge can't be too easy."
"Whatever," the host said in a bored tone.
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The flashed flashed to the outside the girls' trailer before cutting inside.
"I still think I should get credit for comin' up with the clue thing," Sugar complained.
"Well given that you couldn't figure out the clues," Kitsune retorted. "I'll have to disagree."
"It doesn't matter who did what," Heather told then haughtily. "All that matters is me winning this challenge."
"Yeah, you two work on that," the fox lover told them. "I'm gonna go get some evidence."
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"You wanna know the best people to trick?" Kitsune asked the confessional. "The people who think they're too smart to trick."
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The footage cut to her and Alejandro standing near the sinks in the communal washrooms. "Why exactly are we meeting here?" Alejandro asked his secret ally. "This is way too public and also, there's no vote tonight."
"True," she responded. "But it never hurts to strategize, and it's a lot easier to explain someone catching us here than in an out of the way location. Ever think about that Ale-bald-bro?"
For once, he smirked at that particular nickname. "Ah yes, my lack of hair."
"Why are you happy about that?"
"Because, how is someone supposed to get hair from me if I don't have any?"
"Like this," she plucked a hair from his goatee, then threw a balloon at him, covering him in a white powder. She grabbed his hand and put a piece of paper on it, the calmly walked off.
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A montage of the cast mates getting evidence was shown.
First, DJ stepped out of the guys' trailer only to trip on a wire. He flailed his arms as he fell and landed face first on the ground. His hand landed in a tub of paint and Alejandro appeared to grab is fingerprints and snag a piece of hair from the brickhouse.
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The camera cut to the outside of the craft tent, then zoomed in on Sugar holding a bucket of blue paint near the exit. The pageant queen had a sheet of paper sticking out of her back pocket.
The sound of footsteps could be heard, and the camera zoomed in on her face as it slowly turned into a grin. Shutting her eyes, Sugar threw the bucket and a mucky sploosh was heard shortly thereafter. Gleefully, the villainess looked over at the entrance only to have her jaw drop and her eyes go wide.
The camera panned over to show Chef Hatchet, covered in blue paint and glaring at Sugar quite angrily. He took out a rolling pin and waved it menacingly at the pageant queen, and she ran away in fear and Chef giving chase. The shot stayed focused on the tent entrance as Kitsune stepped into view, a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face as she watched the off-screen chase.
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Kitsune opened her mouth to say something, then quickly jumped out of the chair and away from the camera. A net fell on the vacant chair and DJ showed up to take a hair, only to looked shocked at the empty chair.
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The camera cut to the kitchen, where DJ was cooking something in a pot. Heather walked in a moment later and asked, "You wanted me to test something?"
The brickhouse smirked, then grabbed her hand and dunked it in the pot. Both their hands were covered in red sauce and they both grabbed handprints because of it. DJ's disappointment at his failed plan was enough for Heather to grab a hair from his beard, but as she left he plucked a hair from her head.
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Kitsune was once again about to say something, but her face fell into irritation. She stepped out of the chair just before a deluge of orange paint fell on it. Sugar appeared with a smile, only for it to fall when she noticed the empty chair. The fox lover grabbed the paper from the pageant queen and nabbed her prints and hair.
"Didn't you already get some evidence from Al?" Sugar asked in annoyance.
Kitsune shrugged. "I got tired of people trying to trick me."
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The footage skipped ahead to the five castmates at what looked like an actual train station, aside from the fake mountain backdrop.
A bell rang as the camera zoomed in to Chris exiting the station, still in his hat but now carrying a box. As he walked past the contestants with it they each dropped in the evidence they'd managed to gather – first DJ, then Heather, then Alejandro, then a pause in front of Sugar. The pageant queen shook her head sadly and the host moved on.
"For the record, I didn't plan this," Kitsune said holding up two bags.
"Nice," Chris said clearly impressed.
"So what's the reward?" The goofball asked curiously.
"Not reward time just yet," the host said. "Now. "All Aboard!" He called jovially, cupping his hands around his mouth. The train whistle was shown blowing, and with a few puffs of steam, the wheels began to move. A cloud of dust filled the screen, and was the transition to the next scene.
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The dust settled, showing the inside of a train compartment with Kitsune seated at a table with Chris walking towards her. He set his bag down on the table, then grabbed the girl by the wrist.
"Whoa, hey!" she protested as the host rolled her palm with ink and pressed a piece of paper to it. "What the heck man?"
"Regulation to ride the train, ma'am," Chris told her with a formal tone. The camera cut over to the over to one side of the room, showing Sugar and DJ sitting across from each other by a doorway. Chef entered the room wheeling a cart full of sweets, meeting Chris in front of Kitsune's booth. "Welcome aboard the 7:30 to Funville," the host announced. "Let the party begin!"
"Now you're talkin'!" Kitsune said excitedly.
"What's the catch?" Heather asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
"And who cooked it?" DJ asked with suspicion of his own.
"Who cares?" Sugar announced while picking up an oddly placed baguette. "Look at all this food!"
"I suppose it would be rude not to eat," Alejandro said salivating over a cupcake.
Heather shrugged. "Only because it's the only real food I've had today," Sugar and Kitsune gleefully walked over to the cart as well, but just then the lights inside the car flickered and shut off.
"Why's it so dark all of a sudden?!" DJ cried.
"Umm, you can't kill the host!" Chris shouted in a panic, and the sounds of a violent fight was heard.
The lights flickered back on moments later, and DJ looked around and smiled. "That's better," he said. "But what was that about-"
"Chris is dead!" Sugar interrupted loudly, pointing a finger down at the floor. The camera quick-panned to follow, revealing what appeared to be the Chris's dead body.
"Y-you mean," Alejandro said with no small amount of fear, "th-th-that's a dead body?"
"Yep," Kitsune answered plainly as she checked the host's pulse. "This guy's pushin' daisies."
"Does anyone know CPR?" DJ asked.
"I'll do it!" Sugar announced.
"You know CPR?" Heather asked incredulously.
"I thought it'd be a neat talent for a pageant," the girl explained. "But I got beat by some singer! I still say I shoulda won!"
"Just do it!" Alejandro yelled.
Sugar glared at him, then crouched out of the shot. After a few moments, she got back up and said, "I can't get'im to start breathin' again."
"So now what are we supposed to do?" DJ asked nervously. The camera cut to the terrified, scared, and nervous looks of Alejandro, Heather, and Kitsune respectively.
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(Commercial Break)
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A few close-ups of the moving train and its blowing whistle were shown before the scene cut back inside to Chris' corpse.
"I need to get off this train now!" Alejandro yelled as he tried to open one of the windows.
"I can't believe someone killed Chris right in front of us!" Sugar cried while hugging her knees and rocking back and forth.
"What if one of us is next?" DJ whimpered while hiding in a corner.
"Can you all calm down?!" Kitsune yelled, gaining everyone's attention. "We have to figure out who killed him."
"Who died and made you detective?" Heather asked.
"He did," the goofball replied, pointing to the body.
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"I don't know what the point of the whole 'ace detective' thing Faith's got going on," Heather confessed. "I mean it's obvious who the killer is. Like mother, like daughter."
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"I'll be honest," Kitsune told the confessional. "I'm wasn't entirely sure if it was real or a challenge. But either way, it was in my best interest to figure out who offed Chris." She sighed sadly. "And I'm back to constantly strategizing..."
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"Now, there's a basic course of action to do in these situations," Kitsune told the others. "Alejandro, go call the conductor. He needs to know there's body and possibly a killer on board."
"The further away I am from that thing the better," the charmer agreed. The camera followed him to the phone. He picked up the receiver, but his eyes widened in shock. "The line's dead," he said softly.
"Well, looks like our rsident psycho's thought everything through," th goofball muttered.
"Oh pa-lease," Heather scoffed. "You can't seriously think Chris is actually dead."
"Pretty sure he is," Kitsune retorted.
"Oh, because Chris never tricks us. You know, like the jumping from a plane, or the psycho from last season?"
"Heather, he had no pulse." The queen bee's eyes widened in realization. "So someone killed Chris."
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"I gotta give Kitusne and Heather props," DJ confessed. "The rest of us were freakin' out, but they kept cool. It'd be nice if they'd stop arguing while we dealt with a possible murder though."
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"So if Chris really is dead, then who did it?" Heather asked. "We were the only ones in here and unless you think it was one of us-"
"I do," Kitsune interrupted. The camera cut to her using a tube of lipstick to draw a chalk outline. "It's either you or Sugar."
"What makes you say that?" DJ asked.
"Process of elimination," the goofball replied. "DJ's way too kind hearted to even think of murder, Alejandro's terrified of corpses which tends to put a damper on killing people, which jest leaves Heather and Sugar."
"Why aren't you a suspect?" Heather asked scathingly.
"Because I didn't kill him," Kitsune said simply.
"Well I didn't kill him!" Heather retorted.
Sugar spoke up. "I didn't kill him either!"
"That's exactly what you'd say if you were the killer," Kitsune pointed out.
"But you just said the same thing," Heather retorted.
"Because I didn't kill him," Kitsune said simply.
"Well I didn't kill him!" Heather retorted.
Sugar spoke up. "I didn't kill him either!"
"That's exactly what you'd say if you were the killer," Kitsune pointed out.
"But you just said the same thing," Heather retorted.
"Because I didn't- Grrr," she said. "We're in a loop! Fine, I'll expand the list to all of us. Huh," she leaned over to get a closer look as Chris's head. There some flakes in his hair."
"So Chris had dandruff?" DJ asked.
"As vain as he is?" She asked sarcastically. "I don't know..." She grabbed the flakes and put them in her poket.
Alejandro spoke up. "Well I'm going to see if we can get out through that hatch, " the camera followed his finger up to show the aforementioned hatch. "If it is a set, I can look for help."
"Better let DJ do it then," Kitsune told the others as she got up from thr floor. "No offense Al, but I don't trust you not to bolt from the body. The charmer sighed in defeat and the brickhouse nodded confidently.
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The camera flashed outside and lingered on the full view of the train. It zoomed in to show DJ standing on top of the rear car looking wind-blown and nervous.
"Uh oh," he said as he saw a tunnel fast approaching, then gasped and ducked down to hug the top of the train. "Let me back in!" she shouted, banging frantically on the hatch.
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The camera cut to the four other castmates watching the ceiling hatch as they heard a nasty thud and a pained groan from DJ. The lights flickered and shut off again.
"Who keeps doing that?" Kitsune asked in mild irritation.
"I don't like this," Alejandro said nervously.
"Something just pushed me aside!" Heather yelled in alarm.
The lights flickered back on, and the queen bee was on the floor lying on her back. A rumbling from above got the other three's attention, and moments later DJ fell through the hatch. He landed on top of Heather, and she made a sound indicating the wind was briefly knocked out of her.
"It's a real train," said a half-dazed DJ. "Please don't ask me to go back out there."
"Get off of me!" Heather yelled, shoving the larger teen away.
"In that case," Kitsune said. "I was right about one of us being the... murderer." The camera zoomed in for a close-up, and thunder and lightning were heard from outside right after the word 'murderer'.
"That's weird," DJ commented. "It wasn't raining out there."
"I think you might be wrong," Alejandro said without any fear in his voice. The camera cut to him looking down at something.
"No," the goofball replied as the shot cut back to her. "I'm pretty sure there's been a murder." Again, thunder and lighting were heard right after the word 'murder.'
The shot cut back to Alejandro. "If that were true, there'd be a body," the charmer retorted. "And right now there isn't." He pointed dramatically to the spot where the host's body had been, the pink lipstick outline still visible on the floor. Sugar and DJ screamed again.
"Shawn was right!" Sugar cried. "The zombies are real!"
"Who ever did it must've done it when the lights went out," Heather thought out loud. "I'll go check the other cart and see if that's where he is." She walked off screen.
"And I'll keep looking for clues," Kitsune said. "There's gotta be something that'll help us solve the murder." The now usual sound and light effects played.
"Seriously," DJ said in annoyance. "Where is that comin' from?!"
"Well I'm gonna help look for clues!" Sugar declared enthusiastically. "I don't wanna get murdered." Again, the effects played.
"I'll look for a way out," Alejandro declared. "Finding the killer won't do us any good if we can't turn them in."
"So it doesn't do that when you say 'killer'?" DJ asked no one. "Somethin's not addin' up."
"Ha!" Kitsune was heard shouting. The camera and the three others turned to see her holding up a long black hair. "Behold," she declared dramatically. "One of the culprit's hairs." The others gasped and a two-note synthesizer string played.
"Where'd that music come from?" DJ asked. Everyone shrugged.
"Anyway," Kitsune continued. "Heather was in here when the lights went off. So this could've fallen out while she moved the body.
The camera cut to the door to the cart, and Heather walked in. "The other car's empty," she told them. "And the engine room's locked for some reason."
The other four glared at her suspiciously.
"What are you all looking at me like that?" She asked them.
"Because you're the murderer," Kitsune replied, ignoring the effects.
"What?" Heather asked, clearly shocked.
"One of your hairs was near the body," DJ explained.
"That could've fallen out when we were walking by it," she retorted. "Or maybe DJ planted it, he's the one who got my hair before the train ride."
Sugar narrowed her eyes. "Cuff'er."
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The footage skipped ahead to show the queen bee handcuffed to a railing with a scowl.
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"I don't know why they were blaming me," Heather confessed. "It had to have been Kitsune. She's not only related to a criminal, she dated one. She had to have been the killer." Another synthesizer string played. "What was that?"
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"All right," Kitsune told her non-cuffed cast mates. "We have two things to worry about. First we need to figure out how Heather killed Chris. Then we need to figure out how to get of here so we can hand her off the the cops."
"Maybe if we toss something in the path of the wheels, the train will stop," Alejandro suggested.
"Good a plan as any," DJ agreed.
"Cool," Kitsune said. "You three stop the train and I'll look for more clues."
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The camera flashed to a shot of the moving train.
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The shot cut to DJ, Sugar, and Alejandro looking out a hatch on the bottom of the train.
"So what do we throw?" DJ asked.
"Try this bread," Sugar said as she handed them a baguette. "It's hard as a rock."
Alejandro took the bread and tossed it in the path of the train. He was rewarded with a face-full of crumbs.
Kitsune was watching the scene and gasped at the sight of the destroyed bread. "I know who the killer is!" She declared.
"It's Heather," Sugar replied. "You said that earlier."
"Well I was wrong," she answered. "I know who it really is." She dramatically pointed at the pageant queen and said, "J'accuse!"
"Who's Jack Hughes?" Sugar asked blankly.
Kitsune's posture fell. "No. J'accuse. It's French for 'I accuse.'"
"You accuse who?"
"You!" The goofball said in exasperation. "Here's what happened."
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The scene flashed back as Kitsune recalled the events.
"Now we all know you felt slighted by Chris making Heather the princess last challenge," she explained over a shot of Sugar complaining in the confessional. "For some reason."
"So when the lights went out, you took the baguette and whacked Chris over the head," the pageant queen was shown holding the loaf over her head, the Chris was shown falling to the ground.
"I knew Chris was killed by a blunt object because there was no blood. And the flakes in his hair wasn't dandruff," the goofball was shown finding the flakes. "It was crumbs from the bread hitting him."
"When the lights went off again, you dragged Chris's body away," Sugar was shown dragging the corpse. "But you made sure to plant a hair from Heather."
"Then you tried to get rid of the weapon," Sugar was shown handing away the bread. "But you made the mistake of mentioning how hard it was."
With a sudden and familiar laugh, the door slammed open and all five teens locked their attention on it. "Oh! I really had you guys!" A clearly alive Chris said as he walked in and very much dragging his own 'corpse'. "I look good in rubber, don't you think?" he held up the fake body for them to see. "Cracker jack special effects, dudes," he said to the camera, giving a thumbs up.
"That's kinda cool," Kitsune commented. "How would I get one of those?"
"Threaten to quit your hosting job unless you get an extra bid budget to psyche the kids out," the host answered.
"I knew it all along," the goofball said confidently.
"Nonetheless!" Chris said. "The person who wins the challenge is the person who solved the crime. Also known as Detective Kitsune!"
"It's about time I won something," she said with a smirk.
"The reward that Kitsune will be enjoying tonight is a night at the movies with a friend of her choice," the host explained.
"The movies? I know who's coming with," Kitsune said before walking forward. DJ was shown in a close-up smirking expectantly, but that expression changed to mild confusion when his friend walked right past her.
It was Alejandro that Kitsune approached. "Rivalry aside," the fox lover told her confused ally, "I could use a night out, and I'm sure you could too. Wanna came with?" She grinned, Alejandro smirked, and the two left the cart.
The shot immediately cut to Heather, still cuffed to the wall and now glaring harshly.
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The footage skipped ahead to show the allied rivals watching what appeared to be a zombie badminton movie in the amphitheatre, starring Chris and featuring his monolouge from the sports challenge.
"I'd say it stinks,"Kitsune complained . "Like Sugar's farts meets Shawn's pits."
"Man this movie is horrible," Alejandro commented. "Like Chef's food meets Heather's additude."
The two looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
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"Strange as it sounds, I actually had fun hanging out with Al," Kitsune confessed with a small smile. "He's funny and smart and he really pulls off the baldness and..." she trailed off then looked at the camera with wide eyes. "We gotta ditch Heather and soon. Me and Al need to start hating each other again. At least I got to mess with Heather a bit."
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Heather didn't say much in her confessional. She just growled fiercely."
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"I bet you were wondering how we did the environment effects," Chris said in the confessional. "Well we got a little outside help."
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The next confessional was a surprise, given that is was Harold. "Chris wanted me to come back to give an extra spooky edge to the challenge," he explained. "It was awesome!"
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The scene flashed over to Chris eating popcorn in the amphitheatre. "I gotta tell ya," he said, "it's great to be able to share some quality time with someone who really gets me." He tossed a handful into his mouth, then offered the bag to whoever was sitting to his left. "Popcorn? No? Really though," he moved the bag back to his lap, "it's a relief to be with someone I actually like."
The shot pulled back slightly, revealing that he'd been speaking to his rubber duplicate the whole time. "And you've got the most adorable nose," he told the dummy, poking it on the nose. This caused the head to flop backwards, which in turn unbalanced the whole thing and caused it to fall over. It was only then that Chris noticed the camera on him.
"Oh!" he laughed awkwardly. "H-hey! You're...here! Err, well, umm... tune in next time for more movie madness on Total! Drama! Action!" The fallen dummy was still visible even as the shot zoomed out.
(Roll the credits)
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(Bonus Clip)
"Say what you want," Alejandro said in the confessional, "I am impressed by Kitsune's strategic prowess. Perhaps if she hadn't spent so much time actively against me last season, we might have been friends."
Author's Note Post Script: I kinda like this one. I hope it works for you without Harold. There's not much to talk about this time.
With that I'm signing off
-TotalDramaFan14
RDA ELIMINATION TABLE:
16th Place: Mike/Zoey
15th Place: Zoey/Mike
14th Place: Amy
13th Place: Noah
12th Place: Sky
11th Place: Harold
10th Place: Shawn
9th Place: Victor
8th Place: Leshawna
7th Place: Sammy
6th Place: Duncan