Chapter 12: Aftermath B
It's the Total Drama World Tour Aftermath Show! The cameras turned on to show the applauding studio audience, then zoomed in on Trent and Eva on the couch in the middle of the stage. Trent smiled at the cameras. "Hey there! I'm Trent, this is Eva, and we're coming to you live because we need your help." Eva nodded. "Yeah, the stupid tour jet crashed in Jamaica. We need some money for gas and stuff because Chris spent all his money on his room on the plane." "If we don't raise enough money, the cast might be stuck in Jamaica and the show will be canceled." The audience gasped. "Don't worry, guys. That's why tonight we're bringing you the Total Drama Telethon", Trent said. The audience cheered. "We've got the other rejects for this season, and the losers from last episode, standing by to take your calls. So, call now and donate!" Eva stood up and yelled at the cameras. "Seriously, call now! We just need five hundred thousand dollars, so call so we can end this episode!" Trent raised an eyebrow. "You really don't like hosting, huh?"
Then, Blaineley walked onstage. "That's right, you need to give us five hundred thousand dollars in the next half hour. Hi, I'm Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran, and I'm your co-host." Trent shook his head. "No, Eva's the co-host tonight. You're supposed to be out reporting stuff." Blaineley glared for a bit, then smiled. "I'm thrilled to be here tonight, co-hosting with Trent and Eva." Trent stood up next to Eva and whispered "I thought she was going back to her old job at Celebrity Manhunt." Eva shrugged. "Guess they wouldn't take her back." "I'll keep you posted on the total as your calls and your cash pour in. just call one eight hundred, five five five, zero one one one. Call now, we have gifts!", Blaineley said. Trent nodded. "That's right! For a donation of twenty five bucks, you'll get a bag of Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish Tails." Eva raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be good?" Trent ignored her. "And for fifty bucks, you'll get a special Total Drama t-shirt. Be careful, they shrink easily." "If you get a busy signal, keep trying! You'll get through eventually!"
Trent turned to the phone operators. None of the phones were ringing. "If you guys don't start donating soon, everyone here is gonna get fired, and the show gets canceled. I'm pretty sure you want to avoid that." "Our target goal is five hundred thousand dollars", Blaineley said, "and thanks to your donations, we've reached a grand total of... nothing!" Eva grumbled, and Trent tried to keep smiling. "Well, let's welcome our first guest, and encourage his fans to call in. Since Ezekiel went missing, our first guest is also the first newcomer to get voted off: Alejandro." The audience cheered and Alejandro walked onstage. He waved and smiled at the cameras. "Hello, everyone! It's an honor to be here!" Trent motioned for him to sit down on the couch nearby, and he did so. "So, Alejandro, tell our viewers about the gifts you've brought for the viewers who call in." "Of course! My dad's a diplomat, so he's always traveling. I've gathered up a large stack of signed post cards from around the world! Just donate one hundred dollars and you can get one of your own." Suddenly, calls came in and all the operators started talking. Eva sighed. "Thank goodness..." Blaineley shook her head. "Actually, Katie and Sadie are calling each other, Harold is checking on movie times-" "Alien Bonzai Three premiers tonight!" "And our new fundraising total is... two hundred and three dollars. And two hundred of that came from Harold's mom, in exchange for his promise to clean the garage." "I'm very thorough", Harold said.
"Okay, we've got a lot of progress to make by the end of the episode. Come on, call in and donate! Without this show, I'm just another washed up rock star! So, who wants to see a segment of Total Drama Fugitives?" The audience cheered. "Awesome. We aren't gonna show it until we get ten thousand in donations, so call in." Suddenly, another rush of calls came in. Trent smiled. "Perfect. All you Duncan fans, keep dialing." Blaineley gasped and pointed at a screen above the operators. "Hey, we just hit ten thousand!", she said. "Perfect! Now for Total Drama Fugitives."
"First off, we have a new fugitive", Trent said. "Ezekiel went missing after he got kicked off", Eva added. "No one knows where he went, and personally I don't care. But, it's possible he's somewhere on the plane. Watch the clip." Eva picked up a remote and turned on the TV screen above her. It showed some footage of the cargo hold on the plane, with a mysterious figure moving around in the dark. Then, it ended. "Ezekiel? Not Ezekiel. Heck if I know." "We've also got an update on Duncan", Trent said. "Fans have sent in dozens of Duncan sighting tips, and tonight we're showing you the two best leads. If you're a Duncan fan and think they're real, cast your vote by calling in, and make a donation while you're at it." "The first clip is from some kid in Texas", Eva said. She hit the remote again and the TV showed an Elvis impersonator walking around. He bumped into someone and his wig fell off, revealing a green mohawk. The audience gasped, and the clip ended with the impersonator running away. Eva shrugged. "I don't think it was Duncan." Trent chuckled. "Oh please, that goofy rock star costume totally goes with his hair do", he said. "Whatever. Next clip is from Italy." She hit the remote once more, and the video changed. It showed the leaning tower in Pisa, and a guy wearing a cloak tripping someone, which ended with him falling into a lake. The clip ended. The audience laughed, and so did Trent. "Okay, maybe that one was Duncan. What do the viewers think?", Trent asked.
"We've got hundreds of calls during the fugitive segment, and their donations have added a whopping... hundred bucks to our total." Blaineley groaned. Eva did as well. "Come on, people, we need some stinking cash! Just call in already!" "Well, let's bring in our next guest, Tyler!" The audience cheered as Tyler ran onstage, then laughed when he tripped and fell. He got back up and walked over to the couch by Alejandro. "Tyler's gonna be auctioning off tickets to the Super Bowl!" Another bunch of calls came in, but Tyler looked confused. "Wait, the Super Bowl isn't for months, how do we have tickets for it?" "Just roll with it", Trent said. Tyler shrugged. "Okay, let's make this even better. If you call in and make a donation, we'll have Tyler play the sport of your choice onstage." More calls came in, and Tyler smiled. "Finally, I can show off my skill at normal sports instead of crazy challenges!"
More calls came in and Blaineley checked the total. "We're up to fifty thousand! Now, for the first sport: pole vaulting!" A pair of interns brought in a pole, a vault to jump over and a landing pad. Tyler took the pole and grinned. "Alright. Stand back, everyone!" He charged, jumped with the pole, and forgot to let go of it. He crashed into the vault, knocking it over and hurling the pole. It hit a stage light and knocked it down. The audience laughed and cheered, and Tyler slowly stood up, groaning in pain. "Next up, basketball!", Blaineley shouted. Two interns brought in a basketball and a net. Tyler took the ball, took aim and threw it, but hit the TV above Trent and Eva, which fell to the ground. Eva glared at Tyler. "Hey, watch it!", she yelled. "One more, one more! Next up, football!", Blaineley shouted. Tyler cheered. "My favorite sport! Yeah!" An intern brought him a round, black and white ball. Tyler looked confused. "Wait, this is a soccer ball!" Blaineley shook her head. "This is Total Drama WORLD tour, Tyler. 'Football' usually means a different sport outside of America." Tyler shrugged. "Well, okay..." He dropped the ball, dribbled it a bit, then kicked it. It hit Eva, Blaineley, Beth, Katie, Sadie, DJ, and another stage light, then hit someone in the audience.
Eva walked up to Blaineley and picked her up. "That's it, no more sports! Got it!" Blaineley nodded. "Fine, fine! Still, we've hit three hundred thousand dollars!" "Well that's good..." "But, due to all the damage Tyler caused, we need to raise another hundred grand to fix this place." Eva growled and glared at a camera. "Okay, call in and donate if you wanna see me strangle this idiot!" Trent ran up to Eva. "Eva, calm down! I have an idea. Ladies, you think Alejandro is hot, right?" The female audience members cheered. "If you call in and raise another hundred grand, we'll have Alejandro take his shirt off and flex, live!" Another bunch of calls came in. After a minute, Blaineley gasped. "Trent, it actually worked! We're at over four hundred thousand!" Alejandro sighed. "Well, I guess I have no choice." He smirked, pulled his shirt off and threw it to the audience. The fangirls screamed. He started posing and flexing, and a few girls ran onstage. A bunch of interns came to block them and keep them away, and after a few minutes one of them gave Alejandro his shirt.
"Okay, we have another two hundred thousand to rake in. What's left to do?", Eva asked. "It's time for our final guest, Izzy!", Trent said. The audience cheered. "Izzy is a pretty unique girl. She's the only contestant on the RCMP's Most Wanted list, and is also the only contestant to be removed from the game by the military. Please welcome Izzy!" The audience cheered again, but Izzy didn't walk onstage. Eva looked confused. "Umm... please welcome Brainzilla?" Izzy walked onstage, wearing glasses and with her hair up. She walked over to the couch and sat down. "Greetings, carbon based life form commonly referred to as Trent", she said. "Hey, Brainzilla. How are ya?", Trent asked. "Brainzilla's health falls within acceptable parameters, thank you. More importantly, she is making cracking progress on her new time machine." "Whoa, seriously?" "Brainzilla is also close to patenting a doughnut maker that fits in your purse." Geoff ran over from the operator table and hugged Izzy. "Izzy, babe! How's it hangin'?", he asked. "Greetings, carbon based life form commonly referred to as Geoffrey. It is 'hanging' rather well." "Did you miss me?" Izzy nodded. "Certainly. I was quite dissatisfied to be in so many foreign locations, at distances so far from my romantic partner." Geoff looked confused. "Why are you talking like that?" "Geoffrey, I'm more intelligent than you habitually give me recognition for. I'm more than a psychologically abnormal pubescent female with knowledge of chemistry and a fondness for reprehensible behavior." Geoff frowned. "Oh... um... sorry... I know I'm supposed to apologize, but I didn't understand what you said, so I'm not sure why."
"Alright, it's time for our newest segment", Trent said. "We call it Brain Blast!" He and Eva strapped Izzy to a multicolored wheel on a platform near a shark tank. "Here's how it works. You make donations, and I blast Brainzilla with skill testing questions. The bigger the donation, the harder the questions. And you're gonna want these questions to be super hard." Izzy looked down at the sharks. "Fascinating creatures. They can have up to three thousand teeth. When did you last feed these cartilaginous beauties?" "It's been a few days. One wrong answer from Brainzilla, and her straps will be released, dunking her into the shark tank. If you're a fan of violence, sharks or skill testing questions, call now." Soon, some calls came in. Eva smiled. "I think I'm gonna like this." She gave the wheel a spin, and Izzy giggled. "I say, ninety rotations per minute! Marvelous!" "First question, geography. Level of difficulty: major. What's the capital of Uzbekistan?", Trent asked. "Please. Tashkent." "Correct!" Eva gave the wheel another spin. "Next question, economics. Level of difficulty: brutal. What's the equivalent of two thousand seven hundred and eighty nine dollars, in yen?" "Elementary. Twenty one million, nine hundred eighty one thousand, five hundred and fifty one point eight two." Eva grumbled and turned the wheel again. "Next question, math. Level of difficulty: impossible. What's the square root of sixty seven." "Child's play! Eight point one eight five three five two seven seven one eight seven two four five." Trent went wide-eyed. "Wow. Okay, um, next round..."
Eva growled and spun the wheel harder than ever. It broke free from the platform and rolled away until it hit a wall. "Oww!" Izzy stumbled back to the stage with a sand bag on her head. Geoff ran up to her. "Izzy, babe, are you okay!" "What are you talking about? I heart marshmallow sauce, okay?" Izzy cartwheeled away, and Geoff smiled. "It's good to have you back, Izzy." Izzy did a handstand and smiled. "Aww, I missed you too!" Trent sighed. "Well, that's it for Brain Blast... Blaineley, what's our grand total?" "Gimme a second..." Blaineley smiled. "We did it! We hit six hundred thousand!" The audience, operators and hosts all cheered. Eva smiled at the cameras. "Thank you! Thank you! I get to leave this stupid studio until the next episode, and I don't have to host again! See you later, losers! Oh, and stay tuned for more Total Drama World Tour!"