Chris rode through the water on his motorboat.
"Hello, valued viewers," he greeted. "I know you're hoping to see our final five take on another death-defying challenge; but we thought that we'd give them a slight break. Instead we'll be taking some time to check in on the seventeen other campers who were eliminated. Last time on the island we had the final six pair off and make their way back from Boney Island. In the end, Bobby's scheming got Annie eliminated. But you'll see her along with all the other losers today. So keep watching."
(Theme Song Plays…)
(Playa Des Losers)
The seventeen campers were all gathered around the luxurious resort. In the middle was a pool, with a sole occupant. Ezmyralda sat on a floating chair and shot deadly glares at anyone who even looked her way. Sitting around the pool in sun chairs were Eliot, Beatrice, and Victoria.
"I'm so happy to see you guys again," Beatrice said. "I mean, I know we had our drama, but we can all be friends now."
"You do realize that you got us both eliminated, right?" Eliot pointed out.
"Twice," Victoria added.
"Yeah, but I also got myself eliminated so it balances out, right?" Beatrice reasoned.
"Well, I'm through holding grudges," Victoria declared. "If you want to put everything behind us, I'd be happy to."
"I agree," Eliot said. "The human race must learn to look past their differences so that they'll be ready for the true enemy."
"Aw, you guys are the best friends ever," Beatrice exclaimed before laughing obnoxiously.
Eliot and Victoria cringed and covered their ears. Over to the side and under some trees, Annie was sitting with Matthew.
"You were amazing," Matthew exclaimed. "I thought for sure you were going to win."
"Well, I'm just happy I got as far as I did," Annie said. "I wanted a competition and believe me when I say that was competitive. But I'm sure you would have done great if…Edward…hadn't sabotaged you."
"I didn't come to win," Matthew said with a shrug. "Meeting someone like you is worth so much more to me."
"You're so sweet," Annie laughed before pulling him into a tight hug.
Over by the beach Sooz sat on a rock as she chatted on her phone, while Ethan sunk his feet into the wet sand. Behind them, Sophie was held in a straightjacket and a dolly.
"It may not be as natural as Wawanakwa, but I can still feel the spirit of the water here," Ethan muttered.
"Will you shut up?" Sophie barked. "I have seriously put up with your idiotic blabbering non-stop, just go somewhere else."
"But I like this corner," Ethan protested. "Why don't you go somewhere else?"
"Believe me, I've tried," Sophie growled. "Hey, Chatty Suzie, I need you to roll somewhere quieter!"
"Well, Brad can't be dating both Lucy and Carmen now," Sooz muttered into her phone. "How is that even possible? Does Lucy know? What do you mean she doesn't care?"
"See what I mean?" Sophie said.
Ethan, however, was no longer listening and had returned to communing with the lake. Further along the beach Lionel and Jasmine were relaxing in the sun, while Tony was exercising nearby.
"Lionel, is there anything else I can get you?" Jasmine asked. "More sunscreen, another drink? Or would you rather I just bask in your beauty a little longer?"
"More root beer," Lionel ordered as he handed her his empty drink.
"Whatever you say," Jasmine sighed lovingly.
As Jasmine headed back to the main building, she bumped into Tony.
"Oh hi, Tony, how is your exercising going? Do you need anything? You look a little sweaty maybe you should take your shirt off," Jasmine said.
"That's…that's okay…uh, Jasmine," Tony said awkwardly as he blushed.
"Hey, stop talking to him and get back to worshipping me!" Lionel snapped.
"I can talk to and worship whoever I please!" Jasmine retorted as she whirled around the face Lionel again.
Lionel shot her his trademark smile and Jasmine's anger immediately evaporated.
"Anything for you, my lord," she sighed.
Back by the pool, Momma DJ was running a barbecue. She had several meals all cooking at once and was handing them out to anyone who came by. The majority of them were being tasted by Greta.
"Oh, I think the stake is the absolute best," Greta sighed reverently. "But this fruit salad is hard to beat too. And there's the turkey sandwich…aw, turkey…"
"You're drooling all over my food, girl," Momma DJ pointed out.
"Right, right, sorry," Greta exclaimed apologetically.
Between the sand and the pool, Michael, Dirk, and Brady were playing ball.
"Over here, over here!" Michael called.
"Here it comes," Dirk laughed as he tossed the ball.
It flew right over Michael, though, and ended up slamming into Ezmyralda. She was knocked off of her chair and right into the pool. She burst out of the water fuming.
"Who the hell threw that!" she screamed.
Michael couldn't help laughing.
"You think my suffering is funny?" Ezmyralda growled. "I bet that because you think that you're a man you can just do what you want with women and it's okay. Well, I'll have you know that my gender is done taking abuse; we're going to start fighting back. And I'll begin by ripping your arms off!"
"Ah!" Michael cried as he ran as fast as he could.
Ezmyralda looked to be steaming as she climbed out of the pool and prepared to chase after him.
"Now, now, there's no need to get mad," Brady said.
"Out of the way, male oppressor!" Ezmyralda barked as she tossed Brady into the pool; she then glared at Dirk and asked, "Do you have anything to add?"
Dirk whimpered as he shook his head and backed up.
"Good," Ezmyralda said. "Now where did that brat go to? I'm not finished with him."
It was at that moment that Chris arrived at the dock in his motorboat.
"Hello, losers!" he greeted.
Jasmine gasped, "Chris, are you here to take one of us back into the contest? Because I totally suggest me; I was robbed of my chance to show the world my true talent."
Chris just burst out laughing.
"No, Jasmine, it's too late for any of you to return," he said after regain himself. "But you may still have a chance to influence the game at the end of the day. First, though, I have a couple questions I'd like to ask you. Just go about your usual routine and I'll get a chance to talk to each of you in due time."
Some of the campers returned to what they were doing, but others couldn't look away from Chris. Jasmine in particular had taken to following Chris.
"Alright, Jasmine, since you're so eager," Chris said, "how do you feel about being eliminated?"
"That is the dumbest question ever," Jasmine said. "Of course I feel terrible. Your whole show lost what could have been its most valuable asset. I'm a talented singer, actor, leader, and an expert in drama. If I stayed I would have led my team to victory, found myself a boyfriend, broken up someone else's relationship, destroyed my enemies, backstabbed my friends…"
"Okay, okay, that's great, but we've got to move on," Chris said as he struggled to get past Jasmine.
"You've got to let me back," Jasmine begged. "You need me!"
Chris shoved her aside and walked over to Ethan.
"So, Ethan, you were betrayed by your only friend," Chris said. "How does it feel now that you're here?"
"Well, first I found a little sleepy," Ethan answered. "So, I went to sleep. Then when I woke up I felt hungry; so I ate something. And then I felt bored so I went for a walk. And then I saw a bird and I felt interested, because I saw a bird…"
"Boring," Chris said. "Ah, Sophie, here's someone who knew who to bring in the ratings. I see you've kept your new hairstyle."
"I wouldn't if I wasn't forced to take shock therapy every week," Sophie growled. "And when can I get out of this stupid straight jacket?"
"Ah, that, well you see our lawyers are just a little scared that you might kill someone if we let you out," Chris explained.
"You bet I would," Sophie said. "I hate everyone here with a burning passion."
"And now Sooz, how do you feel about Playa Des Losers?" Chris asked.
"Oh it's great," Sooz exclaimed. "The connection here is great; I don't know why I didn't get eliminated sooner."
"The five million dollars, maybe," Chris suggested.
Sooz narrowed her eyes as she said, "I'm on the phone."
Chris turned around to see Michael zooming right for him. Michael dived between his legs and kept running. Coming after him was a furious Ezmyralda.
"Ah, Ezmyralda, if I could just ask you a couple of questions," Chris said.
"Move it, asshole!" Ezmyralda exclaimed as she punched Chris in the gut.
"Okay, we're gonna need another straightjacket," Chris wheezed.
Chris made his way along the beach to where Tony and Lionel were.
"So, Tony, you've been here for a while, how's it been?" Chris asked.
"Not bad," Tony answered. "I'm disappointed that I didn't make it further, but what can you do?"
"So, do you feel at all threatened by Lionel trying to hog all the girls?" Chris asked.
"Not at all," Tony answered. "I work out for me, not to get girls to like me."
"Lies!" Lionel exclaimed. "That's why any guy does anything."
"I really don't see why you hate me so much," Tony said meekly.
"It's your superior attitude, you think you're so much better than me," Lionel accused.
"No, I don't, I promise," Tony said as he backed away from Lionel.
"Can you believe that guy?" Lionel scoffed to Chris.
"So, how have you been, Lionel?" Chris asked.
"Well, I'm a little upset over losing, but at least here the girls are normal and actually appreciate my gorgeousness," Lionel said. "Right, Jas?"
"Of course, master," Jasmine droned, then spotting Chris, "You see? He likes me. I have high approval rating; I'm the perfect Total Drama contestant, I'm—"
"Let it go, Jasmine," Chris said sternly. "Now, let's see how Brady and Dirk are doing."
Chris made his way towards the boys, but suddenly slipped on something and collapsed on the floor. Several former campers laughed at him.
"Stop laughing!" Chris snapped as he got up. "And what's this doing here?"
He held up a banana peel.
"Oh, Michael left that there," Brady answered. "He's been pulling all sorts of pranks since he got here."
"Really?" Chris said angrily. "Ezmyralda, I'm giving you permission to be as brutal as you want with Michael."
"You think that because I'm a woman I need your permission to do anything?" Ezmyralda bellowed. "Well, I'll have you know—"
Ezmyralda was cut off as she slipped on another banana peel.
"Oh, Michael is so dead," she growled.
"Anyways, Dirk, Brady, how do you guys feel about being eliminated?" Chris asked.
"I'm glad to get out when I did," Brady answered. "There were some nice people there, but there's just far too much drama going on for my liking."
"I think the final five wouldn't have so many conflicts if they hadn't voted off all the nice people," Dirk said.
"You know what they say, nice guys finish last," Chris said. "Or in your case, fifteenth."
Chris moved onto Momma DJ and Greta.
"Greta, you were an early elimination, how did that feel?" he asked.
"Gahnt golk, eading," Greta said with a stuffed face.
'Um…okay, how about you Mrs. Deej?" Chris asked.
"I'll stick to cooking from now on," she declared.
"That's nice," Chris said uninterested.
He moved over to where Eliot, Beatrice, and Victoria were sitting.
"Ah, now here's a crazy bunch," he exclaimed. "How are you guys feeling about elimination?"
"I knew I wouldn't win," Victoria said with a shrug. "It's always the one you least suspect, and I feel like I deserved some suspicion of winning."
"Uh, I think you lost me there," Chris said. "But how about the rest of you?"
"This place is great," Eliot exclaimed. "The way this island is situated, there's no way any alien spies could pick up on our thoughts. I'm safe…for now."
"Well, I try to stay on the positive side of things," Beatrice said. "The way I see it, I should be honoured that my competition thought that I was a big enough threat to vote me off."
"Yeah, just keep telling yourself that," Chris scoffed as he kept on moving.
He found Annie and Matthew in the bushes together.
"Ah, you guys are having fun, I see," he said suggestively.
"We weren't doing anything dirty, I swear!" Matthew said nervously.
"Whatever," Chris said. "But what do you two have to say about being eliminated?"
"I actually don't mind too much," Annie said. "I mean, I'll miss the prize, but six place out of twenty-two is pretty impressive."
"But eighteenth out of twenty-two is pretty sad," Chris said to Matthew.
Matthew shrugged and said, "Unlike Annie, I didn't come to compete. It was a good experience, even if it was cut a little short."
"Well, now let's move onto the next question," Chris said as he walked away from them. "Next we'll be asking the campers on their experience on the island. Let's start with…Michael!"
Chris kicked over an old canoe that Michael was hiding under.
"Is she gone?" Michael asked.
"Don't know, don't care," Chris said. "But what I would like to know is how you felt about your time spent on the island."
"Well, it kind of sucks that I didn't do nearly as good as Gwen did," Michael answered. "But on the other hand, at least I didn't steal someone's boyfriend…or girlfriend…or, you know what I mean!"
"Aha, there you are!" Ezmyralda cried out as she chased after Michael.
"Hold it, Ezmyralda," Chris said as he grabbed her. "I'd like to ask you how you felt after your one day on the island."
"That question is stupid and so are you," Ezyralda scoffed as she shoved Chris aside. "And you're also sexist."
Chris returned to where he had started with Ethan, Sooz and Sophie.
"Ethan, if you could do it all over again, would you work more on strategy?" Chris asked.
"No way, man," Ethan answered. "All that thinking would make my head hurt."
"I don't doubt it," Chris said. "And Sooz, do you think you're time on the island would have played out differently if you didn't have your phones?"
"Ha, my whole life would have played out differently without my phones," Sooz replied.
"What about you, Sophie, what would you have done differently?" Chris asked.
"I would have been a team of one," Sophie declared. "And I would have crushed my opposition."
"Moving on," Chris said as he walked towards Tony, Lionel, and Jasmine.
Jasmine was fanning Lionel now, while Tony was jogging in place on the sand.
"Tony, you were all physical, but no strategy, do you think that affected your game?" Chris asked.
"Well, it's funny, but I thought that I wouldn't have to worry until the merge," Tony said. "I thought I could be a useful asset for my team, but I guess I don't know as much as I thought about these kinds of things."
"Uh-huh," Chris replied. "So, Lionel, you proved that you could be quite the threat when you helped take down Sophie, yet it was Beatrice who got you out in the end. What do you have to say on this?"
"I don't get Beatrice," Lionel said. "I mean, Sophie had control issues, I can understand that. Beatrice had…reality issues."
"Speaking of reality issues…" Chris said as he glanced at Jasmine.
"Okay, how about this?" Jasmine said desperately. "I'll just leave you my phone number and e-mail address and you can pass it on to all your friends in the business. I'm sure one of them will call me and get me a gig."
"I could, but I won't," Chris declared.
Chris walked over to where Dirk and Brady were rolling a ball between each other. They were clearly not having as much fun as they used to be.
"So, boys," Chris began as he leaned against a coconut tree.
Suddenly a balloon fell down from the tree and splattered paint all over Chris.
"Michael!" Chris snapped.
Chris spent the next five minutes desperately trying to clean himself off. Once he had composed himself again he returned to Dirk and Brady.
"As I was saying, what do you boys feel was your biggest mistake?" Chris asked.
"I don't think I took enough action," Dirk answered. "I just let others tell me what to do and eventually and got caught in the crossfire."
"I think that I could have been nicer," Brady said. "I mean, I tried, but I always could have tried harder."
Chris then approached the barbecue where Momma DJ was working and Greta was still eating.
"Greta, you spent all your time obsessing over Momma DJ and food," Chris said. "If you'd actually focused on the game do you think you might have had a chance?"
"But who could focus when they were in the presence of someone so awe-inspiring?" Greta replied.
"I don't know, anyone but you," Chris suggested. "And Mrs. DJ, do you think your age affected your gameplay."
"Are you suggesting I'm old?" Momma DJ said threateningly.
"No, no, nothing of the sort," Chris said as he backed away from her.
Chris returned to Eliot, Beatrice, and Victoria.
"You three had quite a lot of drama going on between you," Chris said. "If you could start all over and work together, do you think you have a better shot?"
"Definitely," Eliot said.
"Absolutely," Victoria agreed. "Working together is the key to success."
"Well, I don't know," Beatrice said. "If we were working together, obviously I would be the leader, and these two would just be helping me, and I don't think they could have improved my already flawless strategy."
"If it was flawless then what are you doing here?" Victoria pointed out.
"It was so good that the show just couldn't handle me," Beatrice pouted.
"You can't seriously believe that," Victoria scoffed.
"And who are you to tell me otherwise?" Beatrice raised her voice. "If I recall, you were eliminated twice before me."
"Yeah, because of you," Victoria retorted. "You and you're stupid strategy."
"Well, that just shows how effective it was, because I would never want you with me in the finals," Beatrice huffed.
"Ladies," Eliot said, "can't you calm—"
"Butt out," both of them snapped.
"Well, I'll let you resolve this as I continue my interviews," Chris said as he moved towards Annie and Matthew.
Annie was entertaining herself by giving Matthew's hair a makeover.
"Annie, would you say that there was a single mistake that led to your downfall?" Chris asked.
"Well, I seemed unable to really save any of my friends," Annie said. "Matthew was gone early, and then Beatrice went. By the end, I only had Montana and I guess that wasn't enough to take out Edward."
"And Matthew, if you went farther, what big moves do you think you would pull off?" Chris asked.
"Well, like I said, I wasn't big on strategy," Matthew said. "I guess I would try to make an alliance with Annie and her friends, maybe take out people like Edward early on. But I was probably doomed to take an early fall eventually."
"Now, for our final questions," Chris said. "What is your opinion on the final five?"
"Edward needs to go," Annie hissed. "Montana is cool and I have nothing against the rest, but I will scream if Edward wins."
"Yeah, I'm with Annie, just not so…extreme," Matthew said.
"And Ezmyralda," Chris called to the girl who had returned to floating in the pool. "What are your thoughts on the final five campers."
"I can't believe that there are more boys than girls," she snarled. "The winner had better be one of the last two girls. But if they had to get rid of one of them I'm glad they chose the slut over there."
"Oh that is it!" Annie snapped. "Matthew, take her out."
"What?" Matthew exclaimed as he looked at the menacingly Ezmyralda. "You want me to…how am I…what…"
"Oh, I'll just do it," Annie said as she charged and Ezmyralda and knocked her into the water.
The two girls continued to struggle in the pool, but Chris ignored them and kept moving.
"Uh, Chris, up here," Matthew called.
Chris looked up to see that Ezmyralda had given him a wedgie off the edge of the palm tree.
"Can you help me down?" he asked.
"No, I think I'll leave you up there," Chris said. "But what are your thoughts on the final five."
"Well, that Edward guy is pretty lame, but Montana is cool," Michael said. "I didn't really know the others that well, none of them seem like my type though. Now seriously, let me down."
Chris just kept walking.
"Chris!" Michael called futilely.
"Now, Sophie, what do you think of the remaining campers?" Chris asked.
"They all suck," Sophie answered bluntly.
"Good answer," Chris said. "Sooz?"
"Well, I can't say that I knew any of them too well," Sooz replied. "But I respect Parry the most, he knows how to keep himself out of the spotlight. If I had to bet on anybody it would be him."
"And how about you, Ethan?" Chris asked.
"I'm cheering for my buddy, Edward," Ethan said. "But I wouldn't be mad, or anything, if he didn't win. Everything happens for a reason, man."
Chris walked back down the beach where Tony had finished his daily workout, and Jasmine was massaging Lionel.
"Tony, Lionel, Jasmine, who do you think should win the whole thing?" Chris asked.
"Well, that Montana seems like a really nice girl," Tony said.
"Nope, it's gonna be Nicole," Lionel said. "She's smart and beautiful."
"Not nearly as beautiful as me, though," Jasmine argued.
"That's a matter of opinion," Lionel said.
Jasmine dug her nails into his back.
"Ow!" Lionel exclaimed.
"Jas, who's your pick to win?" Chris asked.
"I think it's pretty obvious," Jasmine said. "Me!"
"I'm pretty sure the odds are infinity to one for you," Chris said.
"It could still happen," Jasmine protested.
Chris left behind the three and moved back to Dirk and Brady.
"Dirk, Brady, who do you like in the final five? Who do you hate?" Chris asked.
"They all are skilled in different ways," Brady said. "I think they all have a good shot at winning. And, while I try not to hate anyone, I think Edward deserves to go due to everything that he did."
"Dirk?" Chris asked.
"Well, that Montana is just super awesome-sauce," Dirk giggled. "And Parry's not bad too. Bobby seems angry all the time, I think he needs to chill out a bit."
Chris then returned to the barbecue. Almost all of the food was gone by now and Greta's dress was covered in stains.
"Greta, if you could take your mind off of food for one minute and tell me your thoughts on the five remaining campers," Chris said.
"Well, they're all good, but Momma DJ should have been the winner," Greta said.
"And what's your thought on this, Mrs. DJ?" Chris asked.
"I just can't believe that crazy girl is still around," Momma DJ said. "She's too much trouble; she should have gone much earlier. But that girl with the glasses seems like a good pick for winner. She's very clever and in control."
Chris then came to the sun chairs, only now Eliot was between Beatrice and Victoria. The two girls were facing opposite directions.
"Well…um, what do you guys think of the finals?" Chris asked.
"I don't trust Bobby," Eliot said. "I never did and I don't think he deserves to win."
"Don't worry, he won't," Victoria said.
"What makes you so sure?" Eliot asked.
"I've known from the start who would win," Victoria said. "Bobby has shown no good qualities and people like that never win. Furthermore Nicole and Edward have both shown to want the prize very, again not a good sign as it usually goes to someone unsuspecting. It could be Montana, but she is a little crazy and crazy people tend to also leave eventually. That just leaves our underdog winner, Parry."
"Wow, you are so smart," Beatrice exclaimed.
"Well, I have spent a lot of time studying this sort of thing," Victoria said with a slight smile.
"I'm so lucky to have a friend who knows so much," Beatrice said.
"Aw, you're so sweet," Victoria replied.
"Wait, do you two hate each other or what?" Chris asked.
"Trust me, they do this every day," Eliot replied in an unamused tone.
"Well, that should just about do it for the questions," Chris said. "Now for the fun part. If all the campers could gather around the pool."
The sun was beginning to set now as the campers came in close. Brady helped Michael down and Tony had to wheel Sophie in.
"Alright, following the pattern of Total Drama Island," Chris announced, "all of you will get to vote off one of the final five."
"Oh, guys I saw this thing on the real show," Victoria said. "Just make sure you don't do something stupid, like say 'Montana' over and over again."
DING!
"Like, oh my gosh, Victoria, you just said 'Montana!'" Beatrice exclaimed.
DING!
"That's two votes for Miss Australia," Chris said.
"Okay, no one else say 'Montana,'" Eliot said.
DING!
"Make that three," Chris declared.
"Wait, guys, I don't get it," Ethan said. "Why are we all voting for Montana?"
DING!
"Well, at this rate it looks like Montana will be joining us tonight," Sophie noted.
DING!
"Oh man, Montana is going to be so mad at us," Dirk fretted.
DING!
"Everybody! Shut! Up!" Annie screamed. "What are you, idiots? Just stop saying Mo—The girl who must not be named, and vote for someone who deserves it. Like, oh maybe, Edward!"
DING!
"Yeah, Edward is a jerk," Matthew added.
DING!
"I'm joining into this group," Brady said. "It's Edward's fault that I got eliminated."
DING!
"I didn't know him very well, but I think it's clear that Edward wasn't the nicest guy around," Tony said.
DING!
"Yeah, Edward was very uncool," Michael agreed.
DING!
"You people are all forgetting the most important thing," Ezmyralda said. "And that's the fact that Edward is a massive sexist!"
DING!
"And Edward dared to think he was better than me," Jasmine scoffed.
DING!
"Well, I don't know if Edward would be my first pick, but it's clear that I can't really vote for anyone else now," Lionel shrugged.
DING!
"Sure, if there's one thing us internet surfers are good at it's jumping on bandwagons," Sooz said. "I'll vote for Edward."
DING!
"I still stay crazy girl, Montana, should have gone home," Momma DJ protested.
DING!
"Yeah, Momma DJ is never wrong," Greta agreed. "I vote for Montana."
DING!
"Well, that should do it then," Chris declared. "Let me just count the votes."
Chris pulled out a small remote device.
"Alright," Chris announced, "by one vote the person eliminated is…"
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Everyone except Momma DJ and Greta sighed in relief. Chris returned to his remote and pushed one of five buttons.
"That about does it," Chris said. "Edward will be here soon and we will have our final four. Thank you for participating one last time. I hope you all find happiness somewhere else…except you, Jasmine."
"Oh come on!" Jasmine snapped.
(Wawanakwa Island)
Chef looked at his remote which had a picture above each button. The button under Edward's face started to glow. Chef grinned and marched into the boys' cabin. He emerged with Edward under his arm.
"Where are you taking me?" Edward demanded. "What is going on?"
"Shows over for you," Chef declared. "You're outta here."
"What?" Edward gasped. "That's impossible, I was playing a perfect game, I had a strategy and everything."
"Nope, if it was perfect I'd be carrying someone else outta here," Chef remarked as he tossed Edward onto the Boat of Losers.
(Conclusion)
"And Edward is out of here," Chris said. "I hoped you enjoy seeing some of your old favorites again, because from here on out it's just going to be our real champions. Who will reach the finish line in the end? Parry, the emo? Montana, the Australian? Nicole, the strategist? Or Bobby, the evil genius? We're in the homestretch, baby, one of these four will be taking home the five million dollars so keep watching Total…Drama…Refresh!"
Voted Off List: Ezmyralda, Jasmine, Tony, Greta, Matthew, Michael, Brady, Dirk, Victoria, Momma DJ, Eliot, Sophie, Victoria (again), Sooz, Ethan, Eliot (again), Lionel, Beatrice, Annie, Edward
Author's Note: Ha, ha, you didn't really think I'd do the whole 'Leshawna' disaster all over again, did you?