Author's Note: Thanks so much for everyone who voted on my poll. This actually helps me plan out who to feature more and who to lose; so far Montana is quite popular. I'm thinking about putting up another one soon so if you havent voted yet, be sure to do that soon.
"Welcome to the next super episode of Total Drama Refresh," Chris greeted. "Last time we turned a dodgeball court into a battlefield. Montana and Sophie both proved to be valuable assets, while Nicole wasn't quite able to prove herself. However, in the end it was Annie who won the game for the Killer Flounder, leaving Edward a little annoyed and Sophie more than a little. Bobby got his alliance to vote off Tony, due to him refusing to hit a girl. The drama can only grow from here so let's watch."
(Theme Song Plays…)
(Screaming Badgers, The Beach)
This morning many of the Screaming Badgers had decided to spend their time at the beach. Brady and Victoria were passing a ball back and forth. Dirk was showing off different shells that he collected, while Eliot inspected them suspiciously, certain that had traces of alien DNA in them. Sooz seemed to be oblivious to the fun going on around her and had her eyes focused on her miniscule screen. Brady noticed this and decided to approach her.
"Hey," he greeted. "Mind putting down your devices for a bit?"
"Can't," Sooz answered without looking up. "I spotted a typo in this Wikipedia article and now I have to edit it."
"I'm not going to dictate your actions," Brady said as he sat down next to her, "but I must warn you that if you don't participate people are going to see you as an easy choice to vote off. And that would be the end of your shot at five million dollars."
Sooz sighed as she put down her device. She looked in deep thought as she glanced at Brady.
"Well, I guess I could try for the next challenge," she finally decided.
Meanwhile, Lionel was lying in the sun. Beatrice approached him eagerly.
"Hi, Lionel," she greeted. "I made you a sandwich and also I found some soda in Chef's kitchen."
Lionel looked at her uneasily as he said, "Uh, thanks."
Beatrice giggled her aggravating laugh as she sat down next to him.
"Say, uh…Beatrice," Lionel said awkwardly. "Don't you think that you're taking things a little fast?"
"Oh gee, maybe," she exclaimed. "The truth is I've never really had a boyfriend before."
She laughed again and Lionel cringed.
"Oh, boyfriend, you say?" Lionel said getting more uneasy as she gazed him. "I have to, um, just go…over here, for a bit…now."
He moved away from her and spotted Victoria. An idea struck him.
"Victoria, I think I might need a little help," he said to her as he pulled her aside. "You're the genre-savvy one, right?"
Victoria shrugged modestly and smiled as she said, "I guess so."
"Well, how do you deal with a girl who's nice and all but you don't really like in a serious way and she has the really annoying laugh and there's actually some other girl you're interested in?" Lionel rambled.
Victoria paused for a second to consider what he said.
"Oh…I see what's going on," she said accusingly. "You're planning on breaking Beatrice's heart. I'm sorry, but there's no easy way out of this. You're the one who led her on, you'll have to deal with her."
Victoria turned away from him and marched off. Lionel reached out to stop her, but then just sighed. Unknown to him, he was being observed from someone in the cabin. Bobby had several screens set up that displayed what various campers were doing.
"I knew that hacking into the cameras would pay off," he exclaimed to himself. "And now I know just how to deal with Lionel."
Confessional:
Beatrice-I wonder what's gotten into Lionel. I don't know much about relationships, but I know enough that I should be suspicious…probably.
Lionel-It's not my fault that I've got Beatrice stuck to me, no girl can resist me. Except Victoria. (sighs) What do I have to do to get her attention?
Victoria-I made a couple miscalculations last time, but I don't think there's any doubt about Lionel. All the good-looking guys on this show end up being jerks and he's proving to be no different.
Bobby-I can't vote off Lionel because with Tony gone we might need his muscle. But that doesn't mean that I can't make him miserable. I think I've found a way to do that and break up any other possible alliances; too many of those and people might turn on me.
(Killer Flounder Cabin)
This morning, Momma DJ had taken to moving around various items in the cabin. She placed potted plants on all the windowsills, she moved the rugs into the center of the room, and then she began organizing the contents of the wardrobe.
"Um, what exactly is she doing?" Nicole asked.
"Oh, Mrs. DJ is more than just a cook," Greta exclaimed eagerly. "That's just one of her many talents; like, she's also an interior designer."
"That's right," Momma DJ said. "And this room was a disaster before I got here."
Nicole didn't really see a difference but she said, "Okay, thanks for that. It's very nice."
The majority of the guys in the Killer Flounder had decided to only use the morning to sleep in. Edward was the first to awake. After he had gotten himself ready for the day, he observed the sleeping Matthew curiously. Matthew eventually awoke and glance at him.
"Good morning, Matthew," Edward said with a small smile.
"Hi," Matthew greeted softly.
Edward was about to turned away when something hit him in the eye.
"Ow!" he cried out. "What was that?"
From the top bunk, Michael laughed, "Heads up!"
Edward looked up only to be shot with another spitball to his forehead.
"Cut that out," Edward ordered.
"But it's so fun," Michael laughed again.
Edward looked angry, but he took a deep breath and turned away.
Confessional:
Michael-I know that I came off as a little boring and glum during the last couple of days, but now that I've found a new target to prank I can finally have some fun.
Edward-This is deteriorating fast. I can't get angry, though, that would just make me look bad. What I need to do is win the next challenge for my team. That will make them respect me once more.
(The Mess Hall)
Momma DJ handed up a series of clay plates to her team.
"I threw these together last night," she explained. "The dishes here are far too unsanitary; I won't have my team eating off of them."
"Thank you, it's very considerate," Edward said as he took a plate.
"It's a shame they'll be ruined as soon as Chef's food touches them," Nicole commented.
Over at the Screaming Badgers' table, Bobby was busy working on another project.
"Is that actually going to do something useful this time?" Lionel mocked. "Or will be just a piece of junk like the last two things you made?"
"I think you'll be surprised with this one," Bobby said evilly.
As Sophie sat down she slammed her fist down firmly.
"I am not happy," she declared acidly. "Your performance has been weak and you've all cost us two challenges already. This will not continue."
"You know, you fell asleep before me in the Awake-a-thon," Eliot pointed out.
"What was that?" Sophie growled as she grabbed Eliot's wrist.
"Oh, calm down," Dirk said as he pried her hand off Eliot's wrist. "We're all trying our best and that's all we can do."
"I beg to differ," Sophie replied. "If Sooz were trying her best she'd put down her phone once in a while and do something, if Eliot were trying his best he'd forget about aliens and thought more about winning, and I could go on about each of you. So you'd all better start working harder."
Sophie's deadly glare was enough to get everyone to pay attention and remain silent, despite the protests that many were thinking.
"Campers, welcome to your next challenge," Chris announced as he entered. "Finish up your breakfast and join me and the theatre."
"We have a theatre?" Nicole asked.
"Ooh, sounds exciting!" Dirk exclaimed.
"No, it sounds boring," Lionel scoffed. "I mean, theatres don't exactly scream extreme sports."
"No, but there have been some of the most captivating musicals done on stage," Dirk argued. "I'd say that a performance of 'Cats' is far more fascinating that any sport."
"Either way, it makes no difference," Sophie declared. "Because we are still winning this challenge."
(The Theatre)
The nineteen campers sat down in series of benches. In front of them was the massive stage that Chris was currently standing on.
"As I'm sure at least some of you recall," Chris began, "this stage is used for the Talent Contest. The goal of this challenge is to display whatever epic skills you have. Chef will be judging your performances and giving you a score between zero and nine. The team that ranks the best out of three performances wins the challenge and immunity. You have eight hours to find your three most talented members and to get your act together, so get to it."
The two teams grouped together and began planning out their strategy.
"I've got just the thing," Nicole and Edward said at the exact same time.
"I'm an expert tap dancer," Nicole explained to her team. "I even brought my shoes with me just in case."
"Well, that sounds nice," Edward said, "but I've got something that'll really close the show. I've been playing the piano since I was two, it should be no trouble to get a nine with my skills."
"Um, except we don't have a piano," Annie pointed out.
"Oh, I'm sure Chris has one somewhere," Edward exclaimed.
He went over to where Chef was standing and asked, "Chef, I was wondering if there was a piano somewhere I could use."
"No!" Chef exclaimed defensively.
"Hey, wait a minute, Chef," Chris said overhearing the conversation. "Don't you have a piano in the back room off your kitchen?"
"That piano has been handed down from my great grandmother," Chef exclaimed tearing up; then angrily again, "and I don't want talentless teenagers getting their hands on it."
"But I can assure you that I am far from talentless," Edward argued.
"I said 'no!'" Chef barked.
Edward sighed and returned to his group.
"Well, so much for that idea," he sighed. "Unless someone wants to break in Chef's kitchen and steal his piano."
"I'll do it," Montana exclaimed eagerly.
"Uh…I was being sarcastic," Edward pointed out.
"Right, but I'll still do it," Montana said. "I'm just happy to help out, right."
"But, if Chef is the judge, won't he not appreciate you using his piano?" Nicole pointed out.
"Not if I can melt his heart with the most moving song he's ever heard," Edward exclaimed.
"Hey, hey, Edward, over here," Michael beckoned from the stage.
"What is it?" Edward asked as he stepped onto the stage.
He was suddenly tripped by a rope that had been tied close to the ground. Michael snickered as Edward pulled himself up.
"I think I liked you better when you were quiet," Edward scoffed.
While all this was happening, Annie decided that she wouldn't be needed for the rest of the planning.
"Say, Matthew, care to take a walk with me?" she asked. "I'm sure that Edward and Nicole can handle putting the performances together."
"Okay," Matthew said quietly as he followed after her.
(Screaming Badgers)
"Alright, we need three people that have amazing talent," Sophie declared. "I'm not talking about the lame kind of talents; I'm talking about the kind of talent that will make people stop and stare for hours on end. Who here has that kind of talent?"
"Actually I was thinking that this would be the perfect time to display my newest invention," Bobby declared. "It should be done before our eight hours are up."
Sophie walked up to him and stared him deeply in the eyes.
"This had better work, I seem to recall your inventions being less than helpful lately," Sophie declared.
"I can guarantee that you will be amazed by what I've got," Bobby said with a dark grin.
"Don't bet on it," Lionel scoffed as he feigned a yawn.
"You're just jealous because taking your shirt off isn't considered a talent," Bobby retorted.
"Actually, when the original cast did this challenge, one guy did that as a talent," Victoria pointed out. "Granted, he was voted off later that evening, but hey, now you know."
"Okay, who else?" Sophie asked.
"I'd love to show off my artistic ability," Dirk squealed. "I even brought my art kit. Maybe I could do a portrait, or a mural. Oh, I don't know; this is all so exciting."
"Are you sure that this is something that will really get us a nine?" Sophie asked.
"Oh, certainly," Dirk assured. "I'll make a masterpiece that is sure to stun Chef senseless."
"We still need one more," Sophie said.
Everyone looked around nervously as Sophie scanned through them.
"I can juggle," Brady said finally.
"Hm…"Sophie thought. "It had better be the most intense juggling I've ever seen in my life."
"Okay, we got three," Sooz exclaimed. "That means I'm not needed. Well, I'm going back on YouTube so I can post some pointless troll comments."
(Chef's Kitchen)
Montana rolled up to the back door stealthily. She scanned the vicinity for anyone then got up. The back door had a sign that read, 'Keep Out' and then beneath that, 'you've been warned.' Montana just shrugged as she opened the door.
"What's the worst that could happen, right?" she muttered to herself.
She stepped into Chef's kitchen. It was a disaster of dishes and old food. However, Montana was able to spot a door down on another wall. She took one step forward and suddenly a series of knives launched at her. She immediately ducked, then jump, then swerved to the side.
"Ah, things just got exciting," he laughed to herself.
(The Forest)
Annie and Matthew walked through the woods tranquilly.
"You know, Matthew, although there are a lot of nice people here, I think I really enjoy talking to you the most," Annie said.
"That's nice," Matthew said with a slight blush. "I really like being with you too. I don't really like talking too much, but you're just so nice."
"Aw, thanks," Annie replied. "I came here with the intention of winning the big prize, but I just can't resist making a few new friends. Why did you come out here?"
"Well, my parents have big dreams for me," Matthew explained. "They're convinced I'm going to be a big stare someday. It gets kinda annoying, but still they convinced me that auditioning for this show would be a good idea."
"Oh, that's too bad," Annie sighed. "You shouldn't have to do things you don't want."
"Well, at least I got to meet you," Matthew said with a smile. "I'd say that's worth it."
"You are just too sweet," Annie giggled.
(Killer Flounder, Later)
"Well, we still need one more act," Edward said to the remaining campers.
"Correction," Nicole said as she approached in a black dress and tap shoes. "We need two more acts because your piano idea isn't going to work."
"Montana is working on it," Edward assured. "Anyways, Parry as an Emo Goth doesn't that mean that you right a lot of poetry?"
"Well, that's stereotyping," Parry scoffed.
"Isn't this show about stereotyping?" Nicole pointed out.
"Yeah, that's what I'm doing right now," Michael as he hung from a light. "Bombs away!"
He dropped a water-balloon down which splatted over Edward's hair. Edward clenched his teeth, but didn't open his mouth.
"Ooh, ooh, I've got a suggestion," Greta exclaimed. "We should have Momma DJ do something. She has so many talents, we'd be here all day if we listed them all."
"Well, that's true," Momma DJ exclaimed. "I'm sure a bit of my cooking will be enough to impress that Chef."
"Wow, cooking, that's exciting," Michael said sarcastically as he swung down from the lighting.
"Yeah, I know, it is," Greta said completely missing the sarcasm.
"Well, my cooking is," Momma DJ assured. "One bite and he'll have to give me a nine."
"Well, if you say so," Edward said.
(Screaming Badgers)
"Let's see what you got," Sophie said after the team had spent some time preparing.
"Ta-da," Dirk exclaimed as he presented a painting of a sunset. "I call it 'The Hour of Change,' and I'm sure that if I paint something like it in front of Chef he'll be impressed."
"It's hideous!" Sophie scoffed as she ripped the canvas in half. "I told you that I wanted something to win; that was not it."
"Oh…well, thank you for your constructive criticism," Dirk said slightly saddened. "I'll try to put something a little better together."
"And what have you got?" Sophie asked Bobby.
He was screwing on some final feature to what looked like a projector.
"I'm just about done," Bobby assured.
"You still haven't told me what this is," Sophie pointed out.
"It's going to be a surprise," Bobby said deviously.
Sophie didn't look happy, but she didn't say anything. She came to Brady who was juggling nine different balls.
"Hm, are you sure this is really going to make an impact?" Sophie asked.
"Hey, do you know how hard it is to juggle nine different balls?" Brady asked.
"Not nearly as hard or exciting as juggling something like knives," Sophie said. "Keep that in mind as you work on your act."
Lionel had taken to rest against a nearby tree. Beatrice was admiring him from afar.
"Uh, Beatrice, I think we should talk about how you feel about this guy," Victoria said in a hushed tone. "Are you sure that he's the right guy for you?"
"Oh, definitely," Beatrice exclaimed. "I really feel a connection when I'm with him."
"Alright, I just don't want you to be hurt by your first real relationship," Victoria said. "Trust me, I've seen it happen before, both on TV and in real life."
"That's sweet of you to worry," Beatrice said, "but I'm sure that we'll be fine together."
"Okay, just be careful," Victoria sighed.
(Chef's Kitchen)
Montana rolled to avoid a sharpened log being swung at her. As she neared the over, a blast of fire shot out of it. Above her she could see a series of spikes ready to fall down on her. She paused slightly to time her jump. Then just as the fire stopped she leapt forward before she was skewered.
"Wow, Canadian kitchen's sure are weird," she exclaimed, "but exciting."
She had arrived at the door. She opened it to find a tiny little room. Inside was a bed in the corner and a very old, dusty piano.
"Bingo!" she exclaimed. "Now…I've just gotta get it out of this deathtrap of a kitchen."
(The Theatre, Show Time)
Annie and Matthew returned to their group as Chris announced that time was up.
"I hope you've all got something good prepared," Chris said, "because Chef is hard to please."
"Montana still isn't back," Nicole pointed out. "What are we going to do?"
"She'll get here," Edward stressed. "And it's just as well, I'm going last. That way I can really bring down the house."
"First up, it's the Screaming Badgers," Chris announced. "What do you have for us?"
"I'll be doing some juggling," Brady declared as he stepped onto the stage.
He started tossing the nine balls into the air. He grinned as he juggled all of them in perfect rhythm. Next he started tossing them up and kicking them back into the air as they fell back down. Soon he had all of them being juggled off his feet. For a final he managed to balance all nine balls on his nose.
"Very good," Chef exclaimed as he clapped.
The score lit up to show that Brady had earned his team eight points. Beatrice, Victoria, and Dirk all cheered. Sophie just nodded her approval.
"And now let's see the Killer Flounder top that," Chris said.
Nicole walked up onto the stage and declared, "I will be doing a tap dance number."
She immediately burst into a skillful movement. Her feet swept from side to side as the tapped along to the stage. She kept up a cheerful grin as her body twirled around the stage. Her feet became a blur as she sped up. However, as she came the conclusion she lost her footing just slightly; it was enough to throw her off. She still finished with a grin though.
"That was good, except for the part at the end," Chef concluded.
Her score was a seven.
"Well, not too bad," she said as she returned to her team.
Backstage, Momma DJ had prepared several pies.
"Once this next act is done, I'll go out there and put the finishing touches on these," she explained. "Once Chef sees all the talent that went into these he'll have to call off the contest and just declare me winner. Hm, you know would really look nice with these? Some wildflowers. Greta, be a dear and guard these."
"No problem, Mrs. DJ," Greta exclaimed as Momma DJ left.
Once she was gone, Greta couldn't resist examining the pies.
"Hm, I'm sure she won't mind if I take just one taste," she said.
Back on the stage, Bobby had stepped up.
"I present to you my latest invention," Bobby declared. "The mindreader."
"Um, question," Michael exclaimed. "If you can invent things like this, then why are you not a billionaire already?"
"The question is irrelevant," Bobby snapped. "Now, I just need someone to test this on."
He spotted Lionel looking at Victoria.
"Perfect," Bobby breathed to himself. "How about Lionel?"
Bobby pushed a button and his projector device fired a thin beam at Lionel's head.
"Huh," Lionel exclaimed as he looked forward.
The machine display his voice as it said, "Victoria is so hot, as soon as I lose Beatrice she's so mine."
"Hold on, that is so not what I was thinking!" Lionel protested. "That's what I was thinking before I thought, 'This stupid machine probably isn't going to work.'"
Beatrice and Victoria, however, were not amused.
"But you don't deny that you thought that? I can't believe this," Beatrice exclaimed. "My first real relationship and my best friend steals him."
'Whoa, whoa," Victoria protested. "I did not encourage him."
"Oh really?" Beatrice argued. "But you were just so eager to break me away from him. Now I see why; you just wanted him for yourself."
"You've got this all wrong," Victoria exclaimed.
"I don't want to hear it," Beatrice said angrily as she stormed away.
"Ooh, due to all the drama, I think right now would be a good time to take a break," Chris declared. "Chef, what's the score."
"Well, that doohickey was pretty neat," Chef exclaimed, "but using it for evil was not. I give it a four."
"A four!" Sophie bellowed as she charged towards Bobby. "How dare you ruin us like this!"
She grabbed the smaller boy angrily.
"Hey, hey, I didn't know that was what he was thinking," Bobby defended.
"You'd better hope that you didn't just cost us the challenge," Sophie growled as she shoved Bobby down to the ground.
"Sophie, Sophie, there's no need for violence," Dirk exclaimed.
"Don't even start!" Sophie snapped as she shoved him. "And you're our last shot a winning this; so don't screw up!"
Dirk sighed as Sophie stormed away furiously. Lionel was glaring at Bobby, while Victoria glared at Lionel.
(Chef's Kitchen)
Montana had tied a rope around the piano and was dragging it through the kitchen. She paused as an anvil slammed down in front of her.
"Just a little further, right," she told herself.
She kept dragging with force. She had to immediately push backwards, though, as a sharp pendulum swung in front of her.
"Okay, careful now," she exclaimed.
She waited for the pendulum to pass by again before charging through with the piano behind her.
"Ha ha, I did it!" she cheered. "But…I've still got a bit to go before I get to the door."
(The Theatre)
"You ate all my pies!" Momma DJ cried.
"I'm sorry," Greta exclaimed. "I couldn't help myself; they were so good."
"Well, I can't argue with that logic," Momma DJ said with a shrug.
"I can," Edward said irritated. "We don't have time to make any more food that'll impress Chef. We need another act."
"Why don't you use your invisible piano?" Michael laughed.
"Not helping," Edward said.
"But he does bring up a good point," Nicole added. "We're actually two acts short with no food and no piano."
"Look, I trust Montana to get the piano," Edward assured. "What we need to do right now is find someone who can go on next. Does anyone have any other talents?"
Ethan raised his hand.
"Oh great," Edward sighed. "What's your talent?"
"Well, while you were all working I spent some time enjoying the miracles of nature," Ethan explained. "And I came up with a couple haikus."
"I don't know," Edward said uneasily.
"And we're back," Chris announced. "Killer Flounder, you're up."
"Okay, fine, just go," Edward said as he shoved Ethan out.
Ethan stepped to the centre of the stage and announced, "I will be reading to you some of my poetry."
He cleared his throat and read,
"Marshmallow clouds of fluff
Taking me away to dreams
And clearing my mind."
He paused and then cleared his throat again and then began again,
"Butterflies fly by
A rainbow within their wings
Bringing happiness."
He paused once more then started his final poem,
"The bear is sleeping
Molotov is what he's called
He snores tenderly."
"Well, that was pretty an all," Chef said, "but I don't know if it captured my interest. Still, five points."
"I guess that could have gone worse," Edward sighed.
"And the teams are tied now," Chris announced. "It's up to the last two acts to win this challenge. Up first is the Screaming Badgers."
"Hello, everyone," Dirk greeted as he stepped onto the stage. "After much…discussion with Sophie I've decided to go with spiral art."
He set up a canvas and pulled out a pencil. He swirled the pencil back and forth along the canvas, creating a crisscrossing pattern. As the pattern grew, Chef seemed entranced. Eventually Dirk finished and displayed a canvas covered with spiral designs.
"That's right, Chef, look into the vortex," he exclaimed.
"Nine points," Chef said in a trance.
"Thank you!" Dirk exclaimed as he took a bow.
He expected applause, but didn't get any. Bobby was too busy rubbing his back where Sophie had dropped him, Lionel and Victoria were too angry, and Eliot was convinced that the spirals were alien symbols. Only Sophie looked content and she didn't even bother to smile. Dirk sighed as he sat down.
"Well, Killer Flounder, can you in the contest in a tie?" Chris asked.
"Well, Edward, what now?" Nicole asked.
"Here's your piano," Montana exclaimed as she dragged the instrument up to the stage.
"Oh, thank you!" Edward cried.
"Like I said, happy to help, mate," Montana exclaimed.
"Is that my great grandmother's piano?" Chef barked.
"I can assure you that I will do your great grandmother honour," Edward promised.
"I'll let you play it," Chef grumbled, "but only because I'm impressed that somebody actually got though all my deathtraps."
"It was fun," Montana laughed.
"I will be performing a Beethoven medley," Edward declared.
He sat down on the piano and began playing rapidly. With flawless effort he switched between tunes. Nearly everyone was impressed with his skill. Eventually he came to a finish and stood up. Chef was silent for a minute.
Then he exclaimed, "You call that doing my great grandmother honour? She must be turning over in her grave. Where was the heart, where was the feeling? A piano's not just an instrument, like you clearing seem to think, it's a part of who you are. Two points!"
"Two…two points," Edward gasped.
"That means we win," Sophie exclaimed.
"And it also means that the Killer Flounder will be sending someone home today," Chris added.
Confessional:
Michael-Well, we didn't win, but I still think today was a good day. Nothing like a few good pranks to stop stressing. Although, I hope this doesn't lead to me going home; Gwen would not be impressed.
Edward-That did not go as planned. I can't do anything too drastic now, but I still think that I have a scapegoat that everyone else can vote for.
Nicole-Wow, I was actually the most valuable member of my team this time. I told ya so!
(Campfire)
"Killer Flounder, welcome back," Chris greeted. "Let's get started shall we? The first marshmallow of the evening goes to…Nicole!"
Nicole caught her marshmallow smugly.
"And we've got another few for," Chris continued, "Momma DJ, Montana, and Matthew!"
The three caught their marshmallows as Chris threw them.
"And this next one goes to Edward," Chris said as he tossed Edward a marshmallow.
Out of the final five remaining, Greta twiddled her fingers nervously, Michael tapped his knees anxiously, Annie had her hands clutched together hopefully, while Ethan and Parry looked unaffected by the suspense.
"And another one for Ethan," Chris continued.
The marshmallow bounced off Ethan's head as he was too busy gazing at the moon.
Everyone except Parry tensed nervously.
"Also safe are," Chris said, "…Annie and Parry!"
Annie breathed a sigh of relief as she caught her marshmallow; Parry didn't seem to care.
"So, it comes down between Greta and Michael," Chris announced. "Greta, you ruined Momma DJ's pies, but Michael, you were too busy pranking Edward to be any help to your team. The final marshmallow of the day goes to…"
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"Michael."
Greta sighed as she stood up.
"I'm sorry for letting you down Mrs. DJ," she announced. "But I know that you'll win this thing easy."
"Thank you dearie," Momma DJ replied. "And don't forget to subscribe to my new magazine that comes out next month."
"Ooh, I can wait," Greta squealed as she stepped onto the Boat of Losers.
"Well, that's a relief," Michael sighed as he looked at his marshmallow.
"Not really," Parry said. "It's just longer that we have to endure the unknown before we lose everything."
"Parry, what did I tell you?" Montana scolded.
"Alright, Flounder, get out of here," Chris ordered. "And be ready for another challenge soon."
(Screaming Badgers Cabin)
"Beatrice, we have to talk," Victoria said.
"No," Beatrice protested. "You humiliated me. I've already switched to Jasmine's bed so I can be farther away from you."
"Beatrice, you have to believe, I didn't do anything," Victoria urged. "I only tried to warn you that Lionel was a jerk."
"No, you're wrong," Beatrice protested. "I had a connection with him, but you just had to confuse him and make him think that you were the one for him."
Victoria moaned in frustration, but then spotted Lionel heading out.
"Hey!" she shouted. "Why would you think something like that?"
"Hey, my thoughts should be private," Lionel argued. "It's that little nerd's fault that this happened."
As he left Victoria exclaimed to Beatrice, "You see, he doesn't even bother to deny what he was thinking."
"Hmph," Beatrice pouted. "Once I vote you off I'll have him all to myself and make him realize that he was wrong about you."
"Fine, we'll talk later," Victoria decided.
Outside, Lionel had grabbed a bucket and was approaching a puddle of mud.
"What are you doing?" Sophie demanded from behind him.
"I'm getting payback to that geek for what he did," Lionel declared angrily. "I'm going to drench him in mud."
"No," Sophie ordered.
"What do you mean?" Lionel complained. "He could have cost us the challenge and he was being a jerk."
"True, but we won in the end, and that's all that matters," Sophie declared. "Bobby may be valuable and that means that I don't want him to resent us."
"You can't stop me," Lionel protested.
"Yes. I. Can," Sophie hissed as she shoved Lionel forward.
He tumbled into the mud painfully. His head slammed down on hard earth while his body was splattered with mud.
Sophie kicked the bucket away and said, "I suggest you do what I say in the future. Without argument."
As Sophie walked away, Lionel turned around to glare at her. He wiped some blood off of his lip and narrowed his eyes hatefully.
(Playa Des Losers)
Greta stepped off the Boat of Losers glumly, but she looked thrilled at the resort she'd be staying at.
"Ooh, I bet they've got great meals here," she cheered. "I can't wait to try out room service."
She noticed Tony and Jasmine sitting down and reading magazines and went to join them
"Hi guys," she greeted.
"Hello," they replied.
"Hey, wasn't there another girl eliminated?" Greta asked.
"Oh yeah," Jasmine said with a smug grin. "Where did Ezmyralda go?"
"Haven't seen her," Tony replied with a similar grin.
"You guys let me out of here right now!" came a muffled cry from the distance. "I'm telling you, this treatment will not be tolerated."
"Do you hear something?" Greta asked.
"Nope," Tony and Jasmine replied.
(Votes)
Edward-I may have gotten the lowest score, but if we'd have had Momma DJ go on, maybe she would have won. It's such a shame that Greta ruined that for us.
Momma DJ-That Greta girl may have eaten my pies, but really, who could resist? And I like having her around. Now that Michael kid, he's got no respect. I vote for him.
Greta-People are probably going to all vote for me, but Momma DJ said that she'd vote for Michael instead. I'm voting for him too, and just maybe I'll be able to survive.
Michael-Edward got the lowest score, but I think it'll be fun to keep messing with him. So I vote for Greta.
Annie-Edward said that we should all vote for Greta, but she seems too nice. Not like Michael, he was nothing but a meanie today. I vote for him.
Matthew-I vote for Parry. I mean, he doesn't do anything. We should just get rid of him.
Ethan-Well, Edward said to vote for Greta, so sure, why not?
Parry-Annie. Her constant happiness is just a reminder of my constant pain.
Montana-While I don t like blaming my friends, I gotta admit, eating all those pies was a really dumb move. Sorry Greta.
Nicole-Well, I guess we should get rid of Greta. Better her than me.
(Conclusion)
"Wasn't that fun?" Chris exclaimed. "And I'm just loving the drama between Beatrice and Victoria and everyone else involved with that mess. Does Victoria have to watch out now? What about Sophie or Bobby? As for the Killer Flounder, can they rebound back to victory? Will Edward or Nicole get the respect they desire? Find out when we return with more Total…Drama…Refresh!"