Author's Note: You know what's weird? After this, there are only two more episodes before the finale. Then I introduce two more characters and start World Tour. Also, I forgot to mention this last week, but I'm back to doing only one chapter a week.
Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama, the shuffled concept or the (most of) the characters.
And now, the reviews!
Starheart Specials: Dang it I did. It should be fixed at this point.
That British Guy: Thanks!
Derick Lindsey: Previous wins isn't something I consider when choosing a winner for a challenge. It's more of what do I need to do for my plan to make sense.
Current Castmates:
Boys: DJ, Victor
Girls: Heather, Kitsune, Sugar
Today, the Final Five go to infinity and beyond. But one will be grounded after this flight.
Episode 23: 2008: A Space Od-DJ
"Last time on Total Drama Action," Chris said over a shot of the film lot. "In a world they didn't create," the five teens were shown waking up in the forest, "two honorable warriors," Heather and Victor's fight was shown, "and two overly-friendly foes battled it out for Kung-fu supremacy," Kitsune and Heather were shown fiddling with their joysticks.
"No mountain was too high," the three girls were shown climbing. "No aquatic creature too viscous," DJ was shown having a knife fight with a jellyfish.
"In the end, Kitsune won the reward," the goofball was shown spitting water back into her glass, "and renewed her alliance with DJ," she and the boys were shown enjoying the reward.
"But it's gonna take more than puny alliances to survive this week," Chris told the camera as it flashed to his close-up, "on 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 opened on a shot of the full moon. A rat walked on-screen in front of the camera as a grandiose tune started to play. The rat sniffed the air then scurried along what was revealed to be the top of a large speaker. The music reached its climax, and the speaker shook so much the rat fell off behind it.
The shot pulled out to show the cast trailers, both flanked by speakers as tall as they were. Further to the left was a tall blueish-green monolith-like setpiece. The lights inside the trailers flicked on and the complaints of the castmates echoed out of them. The doors opened, showing the girls filing out; Kitsune, then a hunched over Heather, then Sugar at the end, all three in their pajamas. The camera cut over to the guys' trailer as Victor and DJ exited similarly. The brickhouse paused briefly to yawn and stretch his arms, and the camera moved back to the girls.
"What is wrong with those mattresses?" Heather asked. "It's like they were full of rocks." Kitsune's glee overtook her tired expression.
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"Maybe I filled her mattress with rocks last night," Kitsune said impishly, "and maybe I didn't. But yeah, I totally did."
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The remaining five met up as a group. Victor perked up slightly, then looked over to see Heather hunched over and rubbing her back, Sugar sniffing her armpit, and Kitsune searching around for something.
"The ladies seem rather primitive lately," he commented. He looked over at DJ, who was also scratching himself, and cocked his head to the side. The brickhouse then noticed the monolith off to the side, and pointed at it with a few animalistic grunts.
The shot cut to the top of it, the moon still visible behind it. The camera panned down to its base where Chef sat in a leopard-print loincloth banging on an upside-down soup pot with a couple bones as though it were a drum. Both the castmates and Chris, also wearing a leopard-print loincloth and with his hair unkempt, approached the monolith at the same time.
"Good morning, cast!" the host greeted as Chef stopped playing. "Or should I say, good middle of the night? Hope you're all well-rested and ready to boldly go where very few men and even fewer ladies have gone before!"
"Hey," Sugar spoke up. "Didn't we already do the caveman movie?"
"We did Sugar," Chris answered. "But we had to reuse the costume since my astronomical salary accounts for, oh, roughly, 97% of the show's budget."
"Chris," said Victor, "it is the middle of the night. Can this challenge not wait until the morning?"
"No can do Victor," the host replied. "While today's movie genre may start at the dawn of time, it quickly moves up, up, and away!" He raised his hands and the camera panned up to the night sky as a shooting star flew in front of the moon.
"So we're doin' space movies today?" DJ asked as if he already knew the answer.
"I'd bet money on it," Kitsune told him.
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"I must admit that this genre does not interest me much," Victor confessed. "However, the same could be said for quite a number of the challenges we've faced this season." He brought a finger up to his chin. "Perhaps I am not much of a movie person."
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"Awesome!" Kitsune cheered. "I love sci-fi movies."
"Don't you get enough science fiction pretending not to be a loser?" Heather asked her.
"Nope," the goofball answered plainly. "By the way, you might wanna pick up some more insults. Repeating the same ones makes you look pathetic."
"Listen up, space cases," Chris interrupted. "You'll soon be facing some out-of-this-world challenges, but first..." He quickly ducked away from the girls, and the camera cut to him pushing away the monolith to reveal five small boxes set on a table behind it. "I have a very special surprise for you," he told the cast. "Each of you has received one special item sent to your from the outside world. Which by now," he picked up one of the packages and tossed it to Kitsune, who caught it before Heather was tossed her own gift, "must feel like a distant planet."
He tossed another one like a football and it was caught by DJ, with Victor also shown to have received her gift. The camera then panned to Sugar as she became the fifth and final castmate to catch their box. "Ooh, what'd I get?" she said as she began opening it.
The camera cut to DJ as he opened his, and looked at the heart-shaped locket inside with confusion. He looked over at Victor, who had gotten an orange canister with hearts on it. The two boys looked at each other's gifts, then swapped.
"Mama spice," said DJ as he looked at the canister. "How'd she know I was runnin' low?"
"It is the locket Sky gave me for luck when I told her I would be returning to the game," Victor explained to his roommate. "I had forgotten to pack this." He stared at it for a moment with tears forming in his eyes.
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"If only she had known the real reason I was brought back," the gentleman told the audience. "The last thing she said before my departure was to make her proud, something I most certainly am not doing at the moment."
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The shot cut to Heather struggling to open her box, then panned over to Sugar as she opened hers and smiled. "The tiara I won from my first pageant!" She exclaimed. She put it on and smiled even brighter.
The camera cut to Kitsune and Heather, both having opened their boxes. The goofball took out a picture frame and let out a strangled sob.
"What's wrong?" Heather asked. "Your mom can't send a real gift from behind bars?"
Kitsune glared at her rival. "Shut up! This has nothing to do with her."
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"Well actually it does," she confessed while holding the frame. "It was my twelfth birthday party and all my friends were coming. It was gonna be amazing," she said while smiling fondly. Her smile fell and she continued, "but the school bully found out about my birth mother and spread it around the school. Everybody cancelled on me the day before or just didn't show up at all."
She turned the frame around to show a younger Kitsune smiling brightly at the camera, without her accessories and sporting braces. She had her arm around a boy with messy brown hair and wearing a t-shirt with an 8-bit ghost and a girl with short brown hair in a ponytail and weareing a purple shirt and suspenders.
"Except for KC and Lizzie. They didn't care who gave birth to me. That day I learned as long as you be yourself, it doesn't matter how popular you are."
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Heather finally managed to open her box and pulled out a trophy. "My ballet trophy?" She asked in confusion.
"I didn't know they gave out trophies for ballet," Kitsune said in her own confusion.
"They don't," the queen bee replied. "Unless you're the only one who can perfectly execute a fouetté at age nine," she said smugly.
"So you've always been this insufferable," the goofball mused. "Good to know."
"Alright gang," Chris addressed the cast, "time to blast off to the great unknown. Everyone knows a good outer space movie has three things in common. One," he raised a single finger, "the zero gravity is always a trip. Two," he raised another finger, "the G-forces are killer! And three," he raised a third finger, "everything is recycled in space. Including number one," he raised a single finger again, "and number two," he finished with another second finger.
"Eww," Heather said in disgust.
"Cool," said Kitsune. The other three looked at her with a mixture of disgust and confusion.
"Which brings us to our first challenge," Chris continued. "I'll meet you at the thrill ride set in ten minutes."
The cast looked at each other in confusion. "Why am I always surprised at the sets that are in this place?" DJ asked.
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The scene briefly flashed to the full moon behind the water tower for a moment before flashing away again to a close-up of the host, back in his normal clothes.
"The way to achieve zero gravity," he explained to the contestants, all of whom has also gotten dressed, "is to fly a jet on a parabolic course. With large vertical climbs," he motioned with his hands, "and even larger vertical drops." The camera panned across the faces of the cast, all of which looked freaked. "But with the price of jet fuel today," the scene flashed to a makeshift space shuttle tied to what looked like a roller coast cart at a boarding platform, "we're gonna simulate the effect on this makeshift space shuttle!"
The shot flashed away again, the camera now panning up a spaceship-themed roller coaster set among several other theme park attractions. "Which will hit the optimum speed needed to keep you all in a perpetual state of zero gravity," the host explained before the shot cut back to him and the cast.
"That's thing's safe right?" Heather asked. "Because I don't feel like dying today."
"I'm sure it's up to code," said Kitsune with a sly smile. "You know, if there was a code for makeshift space shuttles strapped to roller-coaster carts." The queen bee looked freaked, then glared at Kitsune once she began giggling.
"Your first challenge will be to spend the rest of the night on the shuttle sleeping in zero gravity conditions," Chris told the cast.
The five teens looked at each other. "That actually sounds easy," DJ said with a pleased smile.
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The footage flashed ahead to a close-up of an intercom speaker as the host's voice came in over it. "Y'all might wanna hold on to somethin' that's bolted down," Chris told the cast as the camera pulled back to show them holding pillows in their hands, "'cause we're almost ready to launch!"
"Yeah!" Sugar cheered.
"He said launch," Heather told her, "not lunch."
Sugar glared. "How'd you know I wasn't happy to start the challenge?" She accused.
The shot cut back to the intercom as an engine was heard starting up over it. "In five! Four! Three! Two! One!" The camera cut outside as the space shuttle strapped to the roller coaster cart shuddered to life. "Blast off!" At Chris' ecstatic signal, the shuttle's engines flared on and the contraption took off along the track. It quickly reached the main peak as the castmates screamed in terror, and the scene cut back inside.
"This is not how I imagined my death!" Victor told himself as he clenched his eyes shut. The camera began to pull back from her close-up as he slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and smiled. He and the other four were now floating inside the shuttle's cabin. "Oh my," the gentleman said in amazement, "this is quite delightful!"
"Alright astronauts," Chris told them, the camera cutting from a close-up of the intercom to the host lounging in his chair at the monitor room watching the cast on the monitors, "it's gonna be a long night, better get some sleep!" He pressed a button on the keyboard and playfully added "If you can!" The monitor screens switched from Victor and Kitsune to Heather and DJ, and the host accepted a cup of coffee from Chef with a laugh.
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"Has anyone seen my pillow?" Heather asked as she floated around.
"Why do you need a pillow?" Kitsune asked, resting against the wall. "In case you haven't noticed, we're floating in mid-air."
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"Maybe I like living in comfort," Heather scoffed in the confessional. "I doubt Miss Born in Prison knows anything about that."
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The scene returned to a shot of a sandwich floating in the air, then panned out to show that Sugar was chasing after it. "Come back here lunch!" She said to it as she floated past an annoyed Heather.
"We don't have time for that," she said to her ally. "We need to figure out who's going home tonight."
"Plan all you want," Kitsune said as she floated by on her back. "We all know it's you."
"Hello?" Heather asked rudely. "I'm popular. No one's voting me out."
"Haven't you noticed that as soon as you lost immunity you were in the bottom two?" Kitsune asked. "Or how it was so easy for everyone to agree to vote for you?"
"You're all just trying to vote out the biggest threat," Heather replied.
"If that were the case, DJ wouldn't be here," the goofball retorted. The camera focused on Sugar nfurrowing her brows in contemplation.
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"Kitsune's gotta darn good point," Sugar told the confessional. "DJ's big, strong, and nice. If we don't get ridda him soon, he might just win the whole thing!"
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The scene cut forward to the castmates as they slept peacefully with their pillows. This only lasted for a couple seconds before an alarm started to sound off loudly, and the lights in the cabin flashed red as the five teens woke with a start. "This is Houston," Chris said over the loudspeaker, "and you have a problem. You've been hit by an asteroid, and your guidance system is toast!"
"What shall we do?!" Victor asked in a panic.
"This was in one of the movies I watched with Al," Kitsune said. "We have to override the navigation controls."
"Quick!" Heather cried. "Someone grab the joystick thingy!"
DJ sprung off a nearby wall and darted towards the shuttle's main computer. He grabbed onto a central joystick as he floated by, then planted his feet on the desk and pulled. The camera zoomed in on it and after a few moments of effort the stick moved to the side, shutting off the alarms and returning the lights to normal.
"Way to go DJ!" Sugar cheered.
"Nice job," said a clearly impressed Kitsune.
The camera cut to Victor next to a small window. He nervously darted his eyes around and kicked it. The window shattered, air immediately began to be sucked out of the cabin, and the lights flashed red once more.
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Victor let out a very undignified groan. Then sighed in defeat
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Heather, DJ, Kitsune, and Sugar were shown floating in front of the shuttle controls. "Uh-oh!'" Chris announced jovially over the intercom. "Looks like you have a hole in your fuselage!" He laughed, and the camera panned across a closer shot of the four teens' faces. "You have exactly t-minus-ten minutes to plug the hole, or you'll run out of precious oxygen."
"We have to plug the hole!" DJ yelled.
"I know!" Replied Kitsune. "Someone find something big and form-fitting!" DJ, Kitsune, and Heather all turned to Sugar with sly looks.
"Why's everybody lookin' at me?" Sugar asked nervously.
"Sugar," Heather said sweetly. "It's time to take one for the team."
The scene flashed back outside, the sun already up and the shuttle-coaster still flying along its track. The camera cut to the boarding platform as it finally came to a stop, and Chris was standing in wait as the shuttle door burst open with a puff of steam. One by one, the castmates fell out of it. DJ was first, then Kitsune, then Victor; all landed on top of one another in a heap. Heather was the last, and was the only one who seemed to have gotten her balance.
"I thought you were supposed to help ladies," Heather accused the gentleman.
"I do," Victor replied with a glare. "However, you are no lady."
The queen bee scoffed, then climbed down the ladder.
The camera cut to Chef standing outside of the broken window, Sugar's butt sticking out of it. "That was pretty smart sealin' the breach with those two pillows," he said while patting the 'pillows.'
"Uh Chef?" Chris said. "Those aren't pillows."
The camera cut to Sugar stuck inside the window. "Someone get me outta here!" She yelled.
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Chef sat in the confessional shuddering.
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"Nice goin' Heather," Chris told the queen bee. "It was your quick thinking that saved the group."
"Her thinking?" cried an indignant Kitsune. "It was my idea!"
"True, but she was the one who put it into action," the host told her. "And as her reward, she gets to decide the order of who goes first to last at the next challenge."
"In that case," the queen bee said while deep in thought, "the order is Faith, DJ, Victor, Sugar, and finally me."
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"It's obvious you want to go first in these challenges," Heather confessed. "That way, you can learn how to better do it once the others fail. It's called strategy."
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(Commercial Break)
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The footage cut forward to a shot of the sun over a few of the film lot's fake buildings near one of the studios. The wind was shown blowing a few pieces of paper along the road between the studios, then the shot cut to and upward pan of the fake hill. The camera cut back to the front of a studio as its garage-like door began to open.
A few feet were briefly shown behind the door before the camera moved inside, showing the silhouettes of the five castmates against the light flooding in from outside. The feet were shown again in an angled profile as they began to walk outside, and the shot moved up to show the five staring forward. Victor was first, then Sugar, then Heather, then Kitsune, then DJ.
The camera switched to a face-on shot, panning right across the castmates and stopping at DJ. A record scratch was heard as Chris ran across the shot with a scowl on his face, the teens following him with their eyes.
"Enough messing around," the host said before the scene changed to the usual side-view as he addressed the contestants. "Alright gang, if you thought spending the night in zero Gs was a stomach-churning experience, then you're gonna loooove this next challenge! Who can last the longest on the G-force Trainer?" The castmates were shown watching cautiously. "Or as I like to call it," Chris said before the shot quick-panned further to the right, "The Vomit Comet!" The machine he was referring to looked like a bulbous, oversized, and legless space suit attached by a hefty arm to a smaller wheeled cart.
"If you thought you were under pressure before," the host said giddily as the camera panned up a close-up of the suit, "wait 'til you feel the effects of four times Earth's gravitational force!"
"Perhaps eating such copious amounts of chili during lunch was a mistake," Victor said.
"Yeah that was a bad call," Kitsune agreed. "But it tasted so good."
"I don't get it," Sugar said as she scratched her head. "It wasn't DJ's day to cook."
he shot quick-panned over to Chef Hatchet who was standing by a bubbling pot on a small table. "There's more where that came from," he told the camera while tapping the side of the pot with a ladle. The camera zoomed in for a close-up, showing a foul-looking vomit-green stew filled with a variety of bones, old socks, and octopus tentacles.
"That's the power of Mama Spice," DJ told the camera with a wink.
The focus moved back to the host. "Remember crew, Heather's already picked the order. Kitsune? You're up first."
"Cool," the goofball said with a grin as she approached the machine. "I'd hate to be first in something called a vomit comet. Thanks Heather," the queen bee scowled, then widened her eyes in panic.
"Wait!" Heather yelled. " changed my mind!"
"Too late," the host said. "The order is set." Sugar glared at her sheepish ally.
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"I ain't really that mad about the order thing," Sugar confessed. "Heck, if you ain't never been covered in someone else's throw up, then you haven't been to a state fair! But if I act like I'm mad, I can get her to forgtet her little grudge against Kitsune long enough to get ridda DJ. And for that third vote? Well," she grinned darkly, "I can get that one easy."
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Kitsune stared down the G-force training suit. She narrowed her eyes, and the scene skipped forward to just as she was about to climb in it. Pausing, she looked over at Chris and asked "There's a puke penalty for this thing isn't there?"
"Yup!" the host answered happily. "Just to make things more difficult for all of you."
Kitsune pursed her lips, then dropped into the suit and closed the helmet shut like a hatch. "Have a nice spin, Kitsune!" Chris said with a wave before pressing the buttons on his stopwatch and remote control simultaneously.
The machine immediately started to move, Kitsune began shouting in glee for some reason, and a bird's-eye view showing the arms rotating rapidly about the wheeled cart it was attached to. The camera cut to a close-up of the viewing window on the helmet, where the goofball's face could clearly be seen. Her joyful expression changed to struggling to contain her vomit, a bitter sort of happiness as she finally succeeded. Her lunch threatened to return again and she forced it down again quickly, looking rather sick. She quickly shook off the nauseated look, then exclaimed "Uncle!"
Chris obliged by pressing both buttons again, and the machine slowed to a stop. The helmet swung open and Kitsune pulled herself out, quite frazzled but definitely clean.
"20.1 seconds!" the host read off from his stopwatch with a grin. "I'd say that's pretty awesome for the first run, and it was totally dry to boot!"
"Beat," Kitsune began as she stumbled back towards the others, "uugghhgh...beat that." She grabbed DJ for support, and the brickhouse gave her an sympathetic look.
"Making moves on DJ now?" Heather asked slyly.
The goofball groaned and fell over.
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"I haven't felt that sick since the Brunch of Disgustingness," Kitsune confessed. Her cheeks bulged again and she ran out of the confessional.
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"Oh and for the record," a seemingly recovered Kitsune confessed, "I'm not making any moves on DJ. Liking two guys puts me in enough trouble already."
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"Alright DJ, you're next," Chris told the brickhouse who begrudgingly approached him and the training suit. "Kitsune managed to keep her lunch down, so at least you'll have a dry run."
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The shot cut over to DJ in the training suit. The helmet slammed shut and the camera cut to a grinning Chris as he pressed his two buttons, then pulled back to show the machine start to spin and DJ start to scream within.
The camera cut to the viewing window as he continued to scream, then back to Chris as he stopped the machine. "16.8 seconds," the host announced. "I expected more out you big guy."
DJ got out of the machine, then ran away with cheeks bulging. As the sound of him vomiting could be heard, Chris called. "Next!"
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The scene flashed forward to Victor in the suit, already looking nervous. "I can do this," he said in an attempt to calm himself just before the helmet swung down over his head.
Chris smiled and pressed the button on the remote control, and the camera switched over to the bird's-eye-view of the machine. The rotating arm rapidly built up speed, and like the two before him Victor quickly began to scream. Another viewpoint change showed the panicking gentleman through the helmet's viewing window, then back to the bird's-eye-view. The telltale sound of vomiting was heard and the shot cut back to the host.
"Thirty seconds on the dot!" Chris announced.
"But I'm still in the lead because he puked right?" Kitsune asked.
"Nope," the host answered. "Because that's counting the ten seconds deducted for puking."
The shot cut to a vomit splattered Victor, who smiled weakly as he climebed out of the suit, only to fall back in with a splat.
"It's down to you two," Chris told Sugar and Heather. "Sugar, your slightly soiled chariot awaits."
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"Ya'll better find somewhere to sit," Sugar bragged while in the suit, "'cause I'm gonna be in here for a long time."
"Glad to see you're feeling confident," Chris told her. "Let's see how long that lasts, haha." The helmet closed, the buttons were pressed, and the machine began to spin.
The camera cut to the window of the helmet, showing Sugar screaming in panic. An ominous rumbling came from inside the suit and the her cheeks bulged.
The scene cut back to Chris just as the telltale sound of puke was heard, and the host stopped both watch and machine. "Looks like Sugar was all talk with nothing to back it up," Chris commented as the pageant queen exited the suit covered with vomit. "Or in this case, keep it down. After the ten second deduction, she comes in at a grand total of 0.1 seconds."
Sugar stumbled over to Heather. "Great job Sugar," the queen bee spat. "Now I have to sit in two people's puke."
The pageant queen groaned, then vomited onto Heather's feet "Eww!" Heather complained.
"And that's just a small taste of what you'll get in there," Chris slyly said while pointing to the G-force trainer. "Of course, you could forfeit the challenge and stay dry."
Heather looked at the others and narrowed her eyes. "No way."
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"If I don't win invincibility then it's me going home," Heather told the confessional. "So who cares if I have to be spun around in a puddle of other people's puke. Once I win the million I can buy all the soap in the world."
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"Alright, let's get this challenge over with," Heather said, sneering in disgust at the glopping sound that was made as she got in the suit.
"Remember, if you can stay in the suit for longer than thirty seconds without puking," Chris told her with his remote and stopwatch at the ready, "you'll win invincibility."
"Just start it already!" Heather yelled before slamming the helmet shut.
"If you say so," the host chuckled before pressing his two buttons. As with the others the camera switched first to a bird's-eye view of the machine as it began to move, then to a close-up of Heather's face through the helmet. She'd closed her eyes and set her expression into stony concentration, and barely flinched when a few bits of vomit dripped down her face.
The shot cut outside to the host and other four castmates as they watched. Chris was focused on the stopwatch in his hands. Everyone was more or less uninterested, but Kitsune was looking more nervous as the time went on.
"Not long now," Chris said idly as he looked from the training machine to his watch again.
"Come on," Kitsune muttered in growing frustration, "puke already."
As if by magic, the sound of vomiting was heard. The camera zoomed in on Chris again as a smile formed and he clicked his buttons, and the machine came to a stop. "And that's time!" he called.
"Did I win?" Heather asked after swinging open the helmet and flopping over the side, vomit all over her head, chest, and mouth.
"You clocked in at 39.9 seconds," the host told her.
"Is that before or after the penalty?"
The host smiled and said, "Before. Which means that Victor is today's winner!"
"Ugh!" Heather groaned as she jumped down from the suit. The camera cut to the other four. All looked pleased, but none more than Kitsune.
A sudden whistle caught the group's attention, and they looked over to see Chef standing on a stepladder calmly slicing a carrot over the open suit. "Hope you all like gumbo!" he told them before resuming his work.
The camera panned across the castmates and host as all six wretched in sheerest disgust.
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The footage flashed to the inside of the guys' trailer, where DJ, Victor, and Kitsune were sitting. at the table.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," the gentleman said seriously.
"No prob," Kitsune told him. "So what's so important?"
Victor sighed, then started. "I know you wish for me to join your alliance. But in light of your recent betrayal of Alejandro, I simply cannot trust you."
The goofball deflated. "Yeah, I get it."
"However, there is a way where we all get what we desire."
Kitsune raised an eyebrow and DJ motioned for him to continue.
"We vote for Sugar. She is the reason Sky was sent home and I cannot shake this vengeful feeling within me. There is also the added bonus of Heather going home next, therefore I will not have to worry about any betrayal on your part."
DJ spoke up. "Makes sense to me. What do you think Kitsune?"
The goofball pursed her lips. "I guess it doesn't matter when Heather goes home, as long as she does. We'll vote with you."
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"If only it were Kitsune that had to worry about being betrayed," Victor confessed while sulking. "After today, I am supposed to sabotage whoever doesn't go home that's not Heather or Kitsune. I cannot wait for this ordeal to be over.
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The camera cut to Sugar waiting just outside the door to the confessional. Victor opened it and stopped to see her standing there.
"What may I do for you?" he asked in a tired tone.
"I want you to vote for DJ," Sugar told him plainly.
"Why would I agree to that?"
"Because if you don't, then I'll tell the others about you bein' a mole fer the producers," she threatened. Victor's eyes widened in shock.
He opened his mouth to say something but she stopped him. "Dontcha think you've lied enough already?" He hung his head in defeat. "So I can count on you tonight?"
Victor sighed and said. "Yes."
Sugar smiled and walked off, and Victor groaned in frustration.
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[A grand theme played as the camera zoomed in on the amphitheatre. Several film strips of the host's highlights from the previous season flew past the screen, then the camera panned out from a solid gold screen to show a Guilded Chris.]
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The camera flashed into a shot of the night sky. "And five," the host said as the camera panned down to the amphitheater, "shall soon become four, as we bid farewell to another cast member. Everyone, cast your votes."
The shot cut to the cast members in the bleachers. DJ and Kitsune were on the top row, Victor in the middle, and Heather and Sugar on the bottom.
"Sorry girl," DJ muttered.
"You'd have to go sooner or later," Kitsune said.
"The biggest threat first," Heather muttered.
Sugar just giggled while making her vote.
Victor sighed deeply, then made his vote.
The scene flashed to a close-up of the four gilded statuettes on a tray held by Chef, who was wearing his formal pink gown once again and scratching his behind.
"And the Gilded Chris goes to...," Chris began to read from his envelope, "Kitsune, Victor, Heather," One by one, the three were shown catching their awards with the girls smiling and Victor staring off with a blank look. DJ and Sugar were shown in a split screen, DJ's eyes widened in nervousness and Sugar just rolled hers.
"Aaaannd...," Chris said slowly as the music reached its peak, "DJ!" He tossed the final award to the brickhouse, who caught it relieved sigh. "Sorry Sugar, your Lame-osine awaits."
"You were supposed to vote fer DJ!" The pageant queen yelled in Victor's face.
Kitsune let out a short laugh. "What the heck made you think he'd do that?"
"Because I know he's the producer's mole!" Sugar answered. The other three gasped in shock.
Victor let out a nervous laugh. "Do not listen to her," he said. "She is just upset over her elimination."
"It does seem kinda far-fetched," DJ said.
"And besides, why would anyone choose Victor to be a mole?" Kitsune asked.
"Ahem?" a purposely loud throat clearing directed everyone's attention back towards center stage where Chris was standing with a thoroughly unamused look on his face. "Yeah, I don't know where you got that idea from Sugar, but the vote stands and you're going home."
"But- But- But," was all she could say as she was picked up and carried off by Chef.
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The footage skipped ahead to her still being carried away. "Fifth place?" She asked. "That's not fair! I shoulda won this pageant!" Chef opened the door to the limo and tossed her inside
The camera cut to the Final Four as they watched. "This wasn't even a pageant," Kitsune said to the others.
"All competitions are pageants!" Sugar yelled back. "And I never lose a pageant!"
"But you already lost two," Chris said as he popped into the shot. The limo's tires revved up and sped off into the night, leaving behind two trails of fire.
"And you'll see how our remaining contestants suffer. Next time, on Total Drama Action!"
(Roll the Credits)
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(Bonus Clip)
The Pageant Queen sat in the limo, sulking. "There goes my shot at becomin' a millionaire. Dang Victor, if he'd done what he was supposed to, I wouldn't be here."
"I don't know which one I want to go more, him or Heather. Maybe I'll get lucky and they both get sent home."
Author's Note Post Script: I'm not sure how this one will be taken. Sugar is probably the one character I'm most disappointed in this season so it was best to go ahead and get rid of her. Sorry to her fans. But she did manage to expose Victor, too bad no one believed her.
The hardest part was figuring out the gifts from home. But I think I came up with some good things.
Also, please review and answer some questions. Namely, who do you want to win and which guy should Kitsune choose. I'll take your thoughts into concern going forward.
As always there's probably more that I'm forgetting right now and will answer in reviews. I'm honestly not sure about this chapter.
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
Eliminated: Victor
9th Place: Leshawna
8th Place: Sammy
7th Place: Duncan
6th Place: Alejandro
5th Place: Sugar