Ug. This bad boy's over 6000 WORDS LONG. *faints* It wouldn't even be finished this early if school hadn't been cancelled every day this week. *victory dance* But, overall, this was really, really fun to write. :3 Sorry about the lack of interns, guys. I'm trying to squeeze them in, I really am. They just didn't fit anywhere in this chappie. D:

If you don't know what belongs to who by now, you must suffer from short term memory loss. So just read, review, and enjoy!

For the first half hour, Trent had taught Selena a thing or two that her 'guitar' book never could have. After a while, though, the two just started talking about general stuff. Selena had gotten the two some grape sodas, claiming she had snagged them from Owen's not so secret stash.

"So what's it like having Duncan for a brother?" Trent asked, setting his guitar down and opening his pop. "Are there always a bunch of cops at your house?"

"There are when we have family parties." Selena took a quick sip of her soda and shrugged. "But what do you expect when you come from a family of cops? Duncan's actually a pretty cool guy. And he's not as tough as he lets on." She looked around, making sure nobody was near them, and whispered, "The dude cries whenever he watches ET…"

The musician choked on his beverage slightly and stared at her in disbelief. "Are you serious?" He let out a little laugh, now that his vocal cords were free of grape soda.

"Yeah," the blonde replied, giggling. But after her little giggle fest, her facial expression looked more serious. "But don't tell anyone. If Duncan finds out that I told you about that…" She shuddered, unable to even say what tormenting punishment her brother would have for her. "What about Grace?" Apparently, Trent was the only person in the universe who didn't know that she was the spawn of the devil, so she was curious as to what he thought of her.

Trent put his guitar down, smiling. "She's such a good girl. I don't think I could have asked for a sweeter little sister."

Selena managed to stifle her laughter.

*T*S*R*

"So," Geoff started, dangling his legs over the edge of the dock. He and Candace couldn't decide what to do, so Geoff had changed into his trunks and Candace into her pink one piece, though neither of them had really wanted to go swimming at the moment. "Whaddya wanna do, bra?"

The strawberry blonde took a second to think. When she was done, an even bigger grin crept onto her face. There was something about that smile. Like she was up to something. "I know something we can do…"

Geoff noticed the suspicious grin and cautiously asked, "What?"

"This!" Candace grabbed the party boy by his shoulders, pushing him into the murky water. She laughed, clutching her sides, waiting for Geoff to pop up. Her laugh faltered after moments of no response. "Um… Geoff?" Her smile faded, but hadn't completely disappeared. "C'mon up, Geoffy." A flew air bubbles rose up, most likely belonging to Geoff. Her smile now seemed forced. "This SO isn't funny anymore, dude…"

Just when she was about to leave and get help, a pair of hands splashed up from the water and grabbed Candace by her ankles. She let out a shriek as she was dragged underwater, flailing her arms, to keep her from drowning. After resurfacing, Candace frantically looked around, trying to find out who attacked her. The attacker resurfaced, revealing himself to be Geoff. He was laughing his head off, trying to catch his breath. "Oh, you should've seen your face, bra! You were all like, 'EEEEP, SAVE ME!'" Geoff tried to impersonate her scared expression, but it caused him to start laughing again.

Candace started giggling, giving the soggy party boy a splash. "You jerk, I thought you were drowning!" Geoff didn't answer, but continued to laugh, giving the cheerleader an even bigger splash. That was when the splash fight officially started.

Izzy and Keith just so happened to walk by, seeing the two and their water duel. Izzy started laughing, seeing the sight before her eyes. "Wow! And I thought I was crazy…"

*T*S*R*

Gwen looked down at the second little red head in front of her, wondering what would happen to her. "So… Is there anything you want to do?"

"I wanna play Horsey!" Xavier yelled, trying to climb on Gwen's back.

She, however, pushed him off. "There's no way I'm doing that." She turned her back for just a second, trying to straighten the black and blue skirt that Xavier had messed up. She got a big shock when Xavier jumped on her back and screamed, "GIDDY UP!"

Gwen screamed and violently shook herself, trying to get him off, but his grip on her was strong. She started to run around, but to no avail. He was still there, yee-hawing and waving a pretend lasso above his head. Gwen continued to run around and scream, but was trying to think calming thoughts. Look on the bright side, Gwen… At least Heather's just as miserable as you are…

*T*S*R*

Heather sat on a boulder outside the washrooms, nervously wringing her hands. Herbie had to pee after Chris was done talking, so she was waiting for him to come out. She was actually hoping he would never come out.

--

"All of my hair just fully grew back a few weeks ago…" Heather mused, feeling her locks. "I don't want to lose it again in some freak accident involving Herbie and a flame thrower!"

--

Unfortunately, Herbie had come out of the washrooms. Heather sighed, getting up from the safety of her rock. "So… What do you want to do?"

"Um…" The little red head tapped his chin, thinking. "You wanna play hide and seek?"

Not exactly the response she was expecting. It sounded too… normal. But it was much better than some of the things she had been expecting him to suggest. "Um… Sure."

"I'll go hide and you can be It!" Herbie jumped up and down excitedly, grabbing Heather's hand and dragging her to a nearby tree. "Close your eyes and count to a hundred!"

She couldn't help but smile a little bit. "Okay then." She crossed her arms and placed them over the tree, using them to cover her eyes as she started to count. "One, two, three…" She could hear Herbie's feet shuffle away, and silently thanked God for letting Chris give her the normal one.

*T*S*R

Somehow, Selena and Trent had gotten a bowl of cheesy popcorn and were tossing pieces at each other, trying to get them in the other's mouth. "So… Trent DiCaprio, huh?" Selena jokingly asked.

Trent tossed a kernel at her, but it just hit her on the cheek. He sheepishly grinned and replied, "Yeah, I know what you're going to say. No, I'm not related to Leonardo…"

Selena laughed, tossing a piece of popcorn at Trent. "I'm just kidding, dude. It's a cool last name. Besides, Titanic is one of my favorite movies."

"Oh, ha ha. You're so funny." Trent dryly said as he caught the tossed corn in his mouth, but she could tell he was kidding.

"I know I am." She grinned, full of pride. Grabbing an entire handful of popcorn, she tossed it at Trent. Needless to say, none of the kernels landed in his mouth.

Wiping some of the powder cheese off of his shirt, Trent smirked deviously. "You know what else is funny?" He grabbed the entire bowl.

Selena's eyes widened. "Oh, no. You wouldn't."

"I would." Trent stood up and walked toward the door. He opened it and slowly stepped out. "I'm taking your popcorn and eating at all myself!" He ran out the door, clutching the bowl in his hands.

Selena smirked, got up and ran after him. "Oh no, you don't! Come back here!" Heck, she was gonna get him. Nobody steals Selena Caliver's cheesy popcorn and gets away with it.

*T*S*R*

Courtney grimaced as she watched Jamal flex, mainly just so he could admire himself. "Jamal, I think we should get to know each other, if we're going to be working together in this challenge."

"Huh?" Jamal took his eyes off his muscles and focused on her, but never turned his head. "Oh yeah, sure. Whatever you say." He focused on his bulging arm again, sat down on a stump and said, "You start."

"Well," Courtney sat down on a stump across from him, crossed one leg over the other and took a second to think of something to say. "I've been class president at my school eight years running, I used to be a CIT, I have experience as a…" She couldn't help but notice that Jamal was still looking at his own arms. "Jamal, would you stop looking at yourself and pay attention to me?! Your freakishly large muscles are going to look exactly the same in a few hours as they will now!"

"No can do, Princess." Jamal flexed in a different position.

Courtney's eyes narrowed. "What did you just call me?"

"Princess." He shrugged. "That Duncan guy calls you that all the time.

"Let me make something perfectly clear," Courtney hissed and grabbed the Jamaican-Canadian's dreadlocked ponytail, making him yelp slightly. She pulled him so that he was looking her in the eyes and cried, "I already have one self-absorbed, overly-cocky, tough guy jerk calling me that, and I don't need another. Got that?!"

Jamal gulped and squeaked, "G-gotcha…"

Courtney smirked. "Good." She released him, making him fall backwards. She stood up and started to walk away, but before she did, she was sure to add, "And besides, it's cute when he does it."

*T*S*R*

LeShawna glared at Duke as he chugged down yet another beer. "Boy, what's with all the beer? Your daddy own a brewery or something?"

Duke scoffed, "I wizz."

The sista glared at him. "You did what now?!"

"I sed, 'I wizsh.'" Duke tried to say it more clearly this time, since the alcohol was making him slur.

"Oh, you wish." LeShawna shook her head. "Maybe I'd be able to understand you if ya wasn't so drunk!"

"Shu up, mom," Duke slurred, slamming his fist on the table they were sitting at in the mess hall. "I do whaeva I wan!"

LeShawna stood up, clearly angry. "Don't you be getting' a 'tude with me, you drunk lil' white boy!"

"You'z duh one wid duh 'tude, thunduh thighs!" He laughed at his little joke, very shakily due to the many beers he had.

Since there was no one to hold her back, LeShawna yelled, "THAT'S IT!" and tackled him. The camera man turned the camera off after that. It was way too violent for any viewer to see.

*T*S*R*

"Herbie, where are you?" Heather had counted to a hundred and started searching for Herbie, but couldn't find him. The hour was almost up, but there was no sign of him. She was starting to worry. There's no telling what the uber crazy Izzy would do to her if she didn't find her brother… "It's time to go meet Chris now!" Heather stopped walking and tapped her foot impatiently. "C'mon, I give up! What do you want from me?!" She though for a second, but finally thought of something to lure him out. "Olly olly oxen free!"

Almost instantly, Herbie emerged from a bush and flung himself onto Heather's leg. "I won!"

The former queen bee let out a little laugh and Herbie grinned up at her, revealing the gap in his teeth.

--

"Wow," Heather sat in the Confession Can, shocked. "Who would have thought that somebody related to Izzy could be even slightly normal? He must just be weird when he's around her…"

--

"Attention, siblings!" The loudspeakers blared, due to Chris' yelling. "The hour's up. Report to the amphitheater immediately!" With that, all twenty four of them walked to the amphitheater, sitting in the stands next to their 'siblings'.

Trent and Selena, who was enjoying the bowl of cheesy popcorn she had gotten back from her fake brother, took a seat in the back and Cody and Grace joined them, with Cody sitting on Trent's right. The musician took a look at Cody and his eyes widened. The techno geek had several bloody scratches on his face, covered up with a few bandages. His lip was cut and a little bit puffy. Not to mention his eye, which was an interesting shade of purple. "Cody, dude, what happened to you?" Trent asked, looking concerned.

Cody nervously turned his head to look at Grace, wondering how she would react if he told Trent the truth. She growled silently enough so that Trent couldn't hear and she was staring daggers at Cody. "Um…" Maybe telling the truth would be a bad idea. If he told, Grace would be busted, but his rep would be ruined. Getting beaten up by a three year old? That was just sad! Cody looked around and mumbled, "I-I fell down the steps…"

Trent looked suspicious to whether he was lying or not, but shrugged and turned to face Chris, who had just walked on stage. "Enjoying yourselves?" Chris grinned and, before anybody could answer, said, "Awesome! Now let's get this challenge started." Chris turned to the four televisions behind him and continued, "The first challenge is a sibling favorite: playing games. Four groups will play a video game and the other eight will play a board, card, or some other type of game, since we were too cheap to get twelve TVs…" Chris smirked again and said, "The idea is to get through the game without fighting with each other. If you fight too much, you lose the round. Savvy? I knew you would be."

Chris jumped off the stage walking toward the contestants. "When I call your names, come up on stage and go to the TV I tell you to go to. Geoff and Candace, you two are at the first TV. You'll be playing Dance Dance Revolution!" The two high-fived and ran up to their TV. "Trent and Selena, here comes the funny part, you'll be playing Guitar Hero." The two walked up on stage, going to the TV with the guitar controllers. "Herbie and Heather, you'll be bowling… Wii-style! Go to TV number three." They walked up to the third television and grabbed their remotes. "Gwen and Xavier, Wii Golf, fourth TV, now!" Gwen sulkily walked up to the TV, Xavier running behind her.

"The rest of you," Chris yelled, "Come up here and pull a game out of this hat." He took a hat from the stage steps, holding it out. "The slip your game is written on will tell you where to go to play. Hurry up!" The remaining siblings walked up to Chris, one out of every group grabbing a slip of paper. "Report to where the slips tell you immediately. McClean out!" With that, Chris left to go to his monitor room.

*T*S*R*

Smacking the 3 ball into the corner pocket with her cue stick, LeShawna smirked and looked up at Duke. "I'd like to see ya beat me. Shawnie's a pool master!" The two had been assigned to play billiards. For some reason, though, the pool table was set up in a giant field.

With a grunt, Duke threw another one of his empty beer cans down on the ground, blowing a raspberry as he did. "I cud bea yous wid muh brain tied behin muh back!"

"Hm, I didn't even know you had one in your head." LeShawna shook her head, aiming for another ball. Suddenly, another cue stick showed up next to hers, trying to hit the same ball. "Whatchu think you're doin', boy? It's still my turn!"

"Iz muh turn!" Duke slurred as he aimed at the 4 ball. Instead of hitting it properly, he swung it back like a baseball bat, smacking LeShawna in the face. The large and in charge girl rubbed her aching nose, glared at Duke, and pushed him out of the way. The drunk dropped his stick, returning the push. LeShawna growled, but chose to just walk away.

--

"I'm starting to see why that Marilee girl hates him so much," LeShawna graoned, rubbing her temples. "And I see why Raven likes him so much. He's got no brains, common sense, morals…" She gagged a little bit, remembering what she was about to say. "And apparently no mouthwash. That boy's breath stanks!"

--

*T*S*R*

Marilee huffed, straightening her dress as she sat cross-legged on the floor of the guys' side of the Killer Bears cabin. Duncan sat across from her, propping his chin on his hand. "I hate Guess Who," she mumbled, studying the card that her person's face was on.

"It's not like I'm eager to play it either, Barbie." She stuck her tongue out at him, only giving him a satisfied feeling inside. "Let's just get this over with."

"Fine, I'll start." She set her card facedown and asked, "Does your person have blue eyes?"

"Nope."

"… Dang it." She flipped two of the cards on her board down.

"Is your person a red head?"

"Yeah." Duncan knocked down a bunch of his cards. "Does your person have grey hair?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Dang it!" Marilee flipped three more cards down.

"Is your person a woman?"

Marilee opened her mouth, ready to answer, but shut it and picked her card up again. There was the face of a person with shoulder length red hair and a matching mustache. The name underneath read, 'Alfred'. The blonde tilted her head, thinking. It could be a woman with a glandular problem… That would explain the mustache. But it's name is Alfred, so it's probably a guy… Then again, if you can name a dude Susan, then you could surely name a girl Alfred. Poor girl. Or it could-

"Yes or no?!" Duncan barked.

"I'm thinking!" She cried, trying to get her train of thought back on track.

"It's a simple question. Just say yes or no!"

"Well, I got the hard one!"

"There's no hard one, you're probably just too dumb to tell!"

"You're dumb!" she screeched, jabbing a finger in his face.

"At least I know the difference between a dude and a chick, Blondie!"

"I'm so sick of you!" Marilee screamed, her face growing red. She picked her card up again, inspecting it one more time. "And yes, my person is a woman!" She slammed her card down and grabbed her board. "I HATE THIS GAME!!!" She threw the board at the wall, making several of them fly out of their slots. The fashionista stood up, storming off. She didn't care if she lost the challenge, she just wanted to get away from that jerk!

Duncan looked as if that little scene hadn't even affected him. He merely looked down at his board again, flipping down all of the cards but one. He twisted his body to face the open door that Marilee had just stormed out of and yelled, "It was Alfred, wasn't it?"

*T*S*R*

Selena struggled to press the buttons on her guitar controller at the right time. "Ug… this is hard!"

"I told you to start at the easy level," Trent told her, playing on the second hardest level with little difficulty.

"But then I'd look lame!" Trent looked over at Selena. She was slamming on random buttons, hoping that'd work. Her expression was so strained looking, it was almost comical. She was teetering back and forth, as if that would help her gaming any.

"Trust me, I think you would look a lot less lame than you do now."

Meanwhile, Gwen was doing pretty decent at her golfing game. And surprisingly, Xavier wasn't acting so weird. That is, until his ball landed in the virtual lake. "FOUL!" He screamed.

"It's golf. Wii golf." Gwen pointed out. "There are no fouls."

"The ump's blind!" Xavier yelled, pointing up at the Goth.

"What? I'm not the umpire. There is no umpire in golf!" Gwen yelled down at the twin. She clenched her fists, and griped, "That's it! Screw this game!" She tossed her remote down and stormed off. Xavier blinked, shrugged, and randomly threw his remote at the television screen, making it crack.

Over in the stands, Jovie and DJ were sitting in the front row, a Connect Four game between them. DJ didn't really seem to have his head in the game. He kept putting his red pieces in the weirdest places. Jovie noticed, too. "Boy, you okay? You seem distracted. I've beaten you six times and I suck at this game. And it's your turn again."

DJ snapped out of his trance, looking down at the board. "Oh, right. Sorry, girl." He placed another piece on the very right slot, doing him absolutely no good. He turned his head back to the position it was in before, staring at what he was previously looking at. Jovie took a look, too. She wanted to know what was so darn interesting.

All she saw was Heather, Wii bowling with her 'brother.' The two looked like they were having a good time, laughing and bowling. Heather looked really nice when she was genuinely smiling and laughing. But why was DJ looking at her? Jovie took a second to put two and two together. She smirked and asked, "You like her, don't you?"

The brick house looked at Jovie again, stuttering, "W-what? No, I-I don't. I ju-just think it's great that she's nice now, you know?"

"Mmhmm. Whatever you say, DJ." Jovie put another black piece into a slot, beating DJ for the seventh time.

*T*S*R*

Keith, who was sitting cross legged on the ground next to the bear cave, stared at Izzy, unsure of what to say to her. She wasn't exactly playing the game right. "Um… Izzy? In Go Fish…" The skater boy looked at the items in Izzy's hand and pointed out, "You're not supposed to use real fish."

In her hands, Izzy held a few cards, mixed in with a few fishes. She waved him off and yelled, "Nonsense! This is how they play it in Wisconsin."

Keith blinked. "Why would they use fish to play this game in the land of cheese? And besides, we're not in Wisconsin!"

The red head sighed, tired of his whining. "Fine, we'll play the Ontarian version."

He was almost afraid to ask. "How do you play that one?"

Izzy turned around, stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled. There was silence for a moment, until a large grizzly bear came charging out of the cave and toward the two. Keith effeminately shrieked, dropped his cards and bolted, the bear close behind.

The crazy girl got up, wildly waving her arms as a motion to get him to come back. "Wait, don't go! You're winning!"

*T*S*R*

Cody and Grace had been assigned to play Sorry in the girls side of the Wolves cabin. Grace was laying on her stomach, propping her chin up with her free hand. She was using her other hand to pick up a card. "Move forward three spaces." She tossed the card aside, moving her blue piece forward three spaces. She was almost at Home. "Yay, I'm winning!" She victoriously pumped a fist in the air.

Cody picked up her tossed card and looked at it. "Hey, wait a minute…" He showed the card to Grace, revealing something different than what she said. "This says you're supposed to go back three spaces! You're cheating!"

Grace let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "You know what you have to do in order to be a good, uninjured big brother, Cody?"

"Um… what?"

Grace crawled over to him and yanked him by his shirt. "You let the little sister win. Got it?" With her free hand, she curled it into a fist, her knuckles cracking oh so slightly.

Cody gulped, looking down at her fist. "Yeah… got it."

Grace released him, making him fall backwards. "Good!" She bounced back over to her place. She drew Cody's next card for him. "Throw all of your pieces out the window." She tossed the card aside. "Well, you heard the card, Cody!"

The techno geek sighed, gathering up his pieces and walking toward the open window. It would beat getting another black eye.

*T*S*R*

"Hmm…" Chris looked the groups on the many monitors before him. "Trent, Selena, Jovie, DJ, Bridgette, Zack, Herbie, Heather, Geoff and Candace didn't fight at all, so they each get a point." Chris tallied up the scores on a piece of paper on his clipboard. "Owen tried to eat the Candyland game board, but he and Zoey still didn't fight." He added another tally. "The rest all fought, so that's seven points for the Killer Bears and five points for the Rabid Wolves." With that, Chris got up, walking out of the monitor room.

While leaving, he mumbled, "I really need to hire someone to do this math crap for me…"

*T*S*R*

"Okay," Chris exclaimed, looking at the campers, who were back in the amphitheater, "A lot of you sucked on the last challenge, but you can still redeem yourselves in the next two challenges. But for now, the next challenge is the age-old sibling rivalry challenge: fighting over the TV remote. Since we only have three not-cracked screens now…" He looked over at Xavier, who sheepishly grinned, and continued, "We're gonna have to do four rounds with each group instead of three. Each group will have five minutes to decide on what to watch. If you fight too much, you lose the round. First up, Grace and Cody, Geoff and Candace, and Keith and Izzy."

Cody gulped and Keith shuddered, but walked up with their respective sisters, sitting down on the couches that had somehow appeared in front of their televisions. Chris tossed the three groups their remotes, still grinning. "When all of the TVs are turned on, you can start fighting- I mean deciding on what show you watch. Turn those babies on and start already!"

They did as they were told, and the contest began. "There anything you wanna watch?" Candace asked Geoff.

Geoff shrugged. "Not really. Whatever's cool with you's fine with me."

Candace took the remote and flipped it to some cheerleading movie. "You wanna watch this?"

"Sure." The two made themselves comfortable.

Meanwhile, Izzy had hold of the remote, channel surfing so fast, Keith couldn't tell what they were passing. "Slow down, Izzy!"

Izzy didn't respond, but continued for another minute until she finally stopped. It landed on a surfer movie. "Ooh, I love this one!" Izzy exclaimed, "This is the one where the dude gets his legs bitten off by a killer shark! Let's watch this one!"

Keith did actually like the movie, and he was afraid of what Izzy would do to him if he argued, so he simply said, "Okay." and slumped in his seat slightly.

Over with Cody and Grace, the two were still fighting over what to watch. "I say we're watching Hannah Montana!" Grace screeched, trying to pull the remote out of Cody's grasp.

"But I wanna watch the Technology Channel!" Cody whined, trying to keep his grip on the remote. "And I'm the oldest, anyway. I should get to pick what we watch!"

"I SAID WE'RE WATCHING HANNAH FREAKING MONTANA!" Grace howled, causing a small echo and making the others, including Cody, stare at her. Grace finally snatched the remote, turning on the Disney Channel.

Cody turned around, wondering how Trent reacted to that little tantrum, but Selena was sitting by herself, except for her empty popcorn bowl. "Where's Trent?" Cody asked, yelling loud enough so that Selena could hear.

She shrugged apologetically and replied, "He went to the bathroom after you guys got on stage. Sorry!"

Cody face-palmed. Grace was good.

"Time's up!" Chris yelled.

"B-but…" Geoff stammered, unable to look away from the TV, "I need to know if Sawyer makes it to the National Cheer Off!"

Chris rolled his eyes. "She and her whole squad go, win and then there's a big musical cheerleading thingy as the credits roll and blah blah blah…" When a few of the campers gave him weird glances for knowing the ending to a chick flick, Chris shrugged. "One of my ex-wives played Sawyer's older sister. She made me watch it. Sue me. Whatever, it's time for the next groups to come up. Heather and Herbie, Courtney and Jamal, and Bridgette and Zack. You guys are up."

As the new groups walked up and the old ones went to sit down, Trent came back and sat down next to Selena. "What'd I miss?"

She liked her face the way it was, so she didn't tell him about Grace's little fit. "Not much. I learned that Chris has an ex-wife."

Trent rolled his eyes. "He has about ten of them!"

Up on stage, Heather and Herbie were watching SpongeBob and Bridgette and Zack had settled to watch a rerun of Full House , since they couldn't find anything better. Courtney and Jamal were the ones having problems.

"I am not watching some corny kung fu movie!" Courtney exclaimed, trying to grab the remote.

"And I'm not watching some sissy ballet!" Jamal kept the remote from her, holding it high above his head.

Courtney jumped up and down, trying to take it from him. "Ballet is not sissy, it's beautiful and it has some culture, unlike that movie you chose! The people's words don't even match their mouth's movement!"

"That's the fun of it!" Jamal yelled, still waving it above his head.

"Time's up!" Chris screamed, making Courtney and Jamal stop their quarreling. The groups went back to the stand and Chris called the next six names, "Trent and Selena, Duke and LeShawna, and Gwen and Xavier."

By some sort of miracle, Xavier calmed down when Gwen flipped to SpongeBob, so she decided not to ruin her luck and just kept it on. Trent and Selena couldn't seem to find anything interesting to watch. "Man, there's nothing good on today," Selena mumbled, flipping through the channels. When they reached Comedy Central, there was an episode of Scrubs on. "Oh, I like this show. Wanna watch this?" Selena asked.

Trent nodded approvingly. "Yeah, this is a funny show."

Meanwhile, Duke was laying facedown on the couch, forcing LeShawna to stand. "Would you move so I can sit down?!"

"Leave me alone." Duke mumbled in the pillow. "I don't feel good…"

"It's called a hangover, idiot." LeShawna said, grabbing the remote. "Scoot over so I can sit down and pick a show to watch."

"No!" Duke protested, kicking and punching the couch like a little kid.

"Time's up!" Chris yelled once again.

"What?" LeShawna exclaimed, storming over to Chris. "But I didn't even get to find something to watch!"

"That's not my problem." Chris grinned, despite the sista's angered face. "Okay, last group! DJ and Jovie, Owen and Zoey, and Duncan and Marilee. Get your butts up here!"

LeShawna grabbed Duke by his shirt and dragged him off stage. He didn't protest, though. He had fallen asleep.

On stage, DJ and Jovie had chosen a documentary on the Discovery channel about rabbits. Owen and Selena had decided to watch Hannah Montana, too. "I secretly love this show," Owen whispered to Zoey so no one could hear. "Don't tell anybody, though, okay?" Zoey grinned and nodded.

Meanwhile, Duncan and Marilee were playing tug of war with the remote. "We're watching South Park!" the punk exclaimed, pulling the remote closer to him.

"That show's retarded!" Marilee struggled to do so, but she was able to pull the remote back toward her. "We're watching Gilmore Girls!"

"That show's about old ladies!" Duncan pulled the remote back toward himself.

"That's the Golden Girls, stupid!" The blonde tried to get the remote back, but her hands couldn't take all the gripping anymore. She released it, sending both of them backwards and onto the floor.

"Time's up again!" Chris yelled, stepping over Duncan and Marilee as they were lying on the ground in pain. Everybody moved on out to the mess hall, minus Duncan and Marilee.

After a few minutes of silent rest, they both got up and glared at each other. "Bet you're not faster than me!" Marilee exclaimed.

Duncan scoffed, "Sweetheart, I've been running from the cops my entire life. I'm much faster."

"Prove it." The fashionista pointed to the mess hall and said, "Whoever gets to the mess hall first wins. READY SET GO!" She bolted away, giving herself a two second start.

*T*S*R*

When the two finally reached the mess hall, both ran in the door at the same time, making them stuck in it. "I got here first!" Marilee yelled, trying to shove Duncan out of the way with her shoulder.

"You're dreaming. I did!" Duncan did the same to her with his shoulder.

They continued to struggle until Selena approached them, pulling them inside and away from each other. "It's a tie!" she exclaimed, trying to get them to calm down.

"Anyway," Chris interrupted their quarreling, "It's time for the final challenge. And it's the final chance for you to redeem yourselves, Rabid Wolves, since you're now losing by three points." He turned to the kitchen door and cried, "Oh, Chef! Bring out the cookies!"

"Cookies?" Duncan and Marilee asked, confused.

"Cookies!" Zoey and Owen exclaimed.

"That's right. Your last challenge is another classic sibling obstacle: who gets the last cookie."

Chef came bursting out the door, a scowl on his face. He was dressed up like a '50s housewife, complete with a baby blue dress with matching high heels, a frilly white apron, and a blonde, poofy '50s wig. He was carrying a tray full of twelve plates, each containing one chocolate chip cookie, fresh from the oven.

"Granny McClean's own secret recipe, this cookie is guaranteed to be the most scrumptious thing you will ever eat in your entire life." A few mouths watered at hearing this, including Zoey's, who had a weak spot for cookies, and Owen's, who had a weak spot for almost everything edible. "All you have to do is decide who gets to eat this warm, tasty, chocolaty, mouth-watering cookie. When…" Chris laughed at what he was about to say. "…Momma Chef-" Chef growled at him, cancelling his laughter. "I mean, Chef, gives you your cookie, you can start." Chef slammed a plate in front of each camper, scowling at anyone who dared to laugh.

Heather looked down at the cookie, gulping slightly. She was currently on a diet, but that cookie looked so good… she had to get rid of it. "Do you want it, Herbie?"

Herbie nodded, grabbed his cookie and took a bite. After he swallowed, he grinned and gave Heather a hug. "Thanks, Heather! You're the bestest sister ever!"

She was shocked at first, but eventually returned the hug, smiling.

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"At first, I wasn't sure if being nice would work out for me," Heather smiled, her hands in her lap. "But seeing how much nicer people are back to me… I really think it's going to be worth it."

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Zoey and Owen took a look at the delicious cookie, then at each other, then back at the cookie one last time. Both pounced on it at the same time, scratching at each other in attempts to get it. They eventually ended up on the floor, duking it out.

Speaking of Duke, he and LeShawna had won this challenge, mainly because he was still sleeping away his hangover and LeShawna didn't have to fight him for it. She chomped her cookie victoriously. Jamal had eaten the cookie before he and Courtney could even fight about it so Courtney had stormed off, angry at him. Zack didn't like chocolate, so he let Bridgette have it. Grace had threatened Cody again, so he gave her the cookie, mainly because he liked living. Gwen figured it wasn't worth getting another crazy attack over, so she just let Xavier have the cookie.

Duncan and Marilee were, big shocker, fighting over who got the cookie. "I should get it! Haven't you ever heard of chivalry?" Marilee said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Duncan rolled his eyes. "Um… that only applies to chicks." He smirked, seeing Marilee gasp at his comment. She pushed him onto the floor and tackled him, starting yet another fist fight between them.

Trent looked down at the two fighting groups and back up at Selena. "Do Duncan and Zoey always fight people like this at home?"

Selena, who had been twirling a strand of hair, looked up and Trent and asked, "Wha?" She looked down, seeing her brother and sister fighting Marilee and Owen. "Oh. I didn't even notice they were doing it now…" She shrugged. "But you can go ahead and have the cookie. I'm full from that popcorn." Trent was shocked by the fact that she was so used to their violence, but shrugged, thanked her and ate his cookie.

Over by Keith and Izzy, Izzy had figured out how they could decide who got the cookie. "Oh, I know!" Izzy yelled, a light bulb lighting up in her head. "We'll settle this the Argentinean way! Come on out, Whiskers!" Before he could ask, a raccoon appeared out of nowhere, clinging itself to Keith's face. He shrieked, flailed his arms wildly and fled from the mess hall.

"Uh…" Chef looked confused. "There aren't even any raccoons in Argentina, are there?"

Chris just shook his head. "With her, it's better not to even ask."

Geoff and Candace had both wanted the cookie, but couldn't decide who'd get it. "Wait, I have an idea!" Candace exclaimed. She grabbed the cookie, snapping it in half. She handed one half to Geoff and kept the other half for herself. Each of them took a bite.

"Woah, you're, like, a genius!" Geoff complimented with a mouthful of cookie.

"I know, right?" Candace said, also with a mouthful of cookie.

DJ and Jovie saw what they did and followed suit. "Wow, I can't believe we didn't think of that first," DJ said, taking a bite into his cookie.

Seeing that they were all done, Chris said, "Okay, the challenge is officially over! After tallying up the scores, the winners are… The Killer Bears!" All of the Bears got up and cheered victoriously, while the Wolves just slumped unhappily. Chris turned toward the camera and grinned. "There you have it, folks! Who will be leaving the island for good? Will Duke ever wake up from his hangover? Will Holly ever get me that latte I asked her to get me three hours ago?" He said the last one with a frown, but perked back up and said, "Find out all this and more during the most dramatic campfire ceremony yet! On Total! Sibling! Rivalry!"

I just had to make that Smosh reference.

I just had to. X3