Wow, from the results so far for the poll, I just gotta say something. You all sure have a lot of faith in Duncan's family! :3 For those of you who haven't voted, be sure to check it out! Vote for someone who isn't Duncan! Or Duncan! I don't care, just vote!

Well, this is another longie, which I've missed. This was so fun to write :D

But I didn't get into detail with Herbie's. Why? Drew a blank. XP

Read, review, and enjoy! :D

"And we're back!" Chris exclaimed, grinning at the camera. "Herbie lasted pretty well when we locked him in that pitch black closet. But enough about that. Let's see how Zack's doing so far…"

*T*S*R*

Zack, still being chased by Rental, was screaming his head off and running as fast as his legs could take him.

Chris, who Zack passed pretty quickly, yelled, "All you have to do is pet the thing, kid!"

He either hadn't heard him or decided to ignore him, because he still ran off, shrieking like a little girl.

Chris shook his head. "Tsk, tsk. Kids these days. No backbone."

*T*S*R*

Jovie walked out of the infirmary tent, a small bandage on her upper arm where the shot had been given.

Chef followed. "I have to admit, tree hugger, you're tougher than you look."

"LeShawna's my big sister, ain't she?" Jovie asked, smirking.

"Well, I gotta see a guy about a plane," Chef explained, digging around in the pocket of his doctor's coat. "Almost forgot, here." He pulled out a giant red lollipop, about the size of his fist, and handed to her before he walked off.

Jovie happily stuck the lolly in her mouth and walked off to share her victory with the rest of her team.

*T*S*R*

Selena, still trapped in the locked box, rocked back and forth in the fetal position, crying her eyes out. Nobody had come by since Zack ran off, and she was so scared without his company, she would have chewed off her own hand to get out of that box.

Her time was almost up, but she could not stand one more minute in that crazy box.

"Uh… uh… uh!" She pounded on the side of the box, trying to break it with her mighty power. But unfortunately, she had no mighty power, so the Plexiglas remained unharmed, not even looking scuffed.

"Gah! Curse my tiny, frail, religiously moisturizing-lotioned hands!" Selena yelled at her curled up fists. "When I get out of here, I'm gonna give Zack such a kick in the-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Holly, dressed in the same spider suit she had dragged out a while ago, was running away from LeShawna, who was chasing her with a rolled up newspaper in her hand.

"What?" LeShawna asked, arms crossed. "Can't a sister face her fear?"

Holly had almost escaped, until she bumped into Tamyra. "Oh, I'm sor-" she started, before seeing how Holly was dressed. "Eep!" she squealed, taking slow steps away from her. After several steps, she ran away from her fellow intern, screaming in fear. Holly was too busy running away from LeShawna again to apologize.

Chris, from afar, rubbed his hand together diabolically. "Aha… I love how things worked out like that."

"Okay, just to clear things up," Selena started, "When I was saying that I was 'gonna kick Zack in the-' stuff and I was interrupted, you probably thought I was going to say something pretty vulgar, didn't you?" She laughed at the thought. "Rest assured, I wasn't going to say anything along those lines. Kids watch this show, for goodness sake!" She grinned at the camera, then slumped and sadly sighed. "Okay, fine. I was going say what you thought I was going to say."

She stared at the camera, like she thought it was giving her a dirty look. "What? I was mad, still am! But when I do get my hands on Zack, and I don't care how vulgar it is, I'll totally kick him in the-"

*T*S*R*

"-And… And he was gonna hit me with the big hammer and… and…" Grace started crying, burying her face into Trent's shirt as she sat on his lap.

"Grace, calm down," Trent soothingly said, patting her back in hopes of getting her to calm down. "Chef's not going to hurt you."

The brunette, making sure Trent couldn't see, pulled away from him, grinned evilly at the camera, and winked. Then she went back to fake sobbing into his shirt.

"Trent, can you hear me?" Gwen asked into the walkie talkie. She slammed a fist on the side of the box she was buried in and yelled, "Trent, whatever Grace is crying about out there, I'm sure it can wait! If you're not going to talk to me, then you'd better dig me up, because I can't take one more second in here!"

Trent, aboveground, picked the walkie talkie up, which had practically been buried in the sand, too, and asked, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Gwen sighed and grunted, "Just. Forget it."

The gravestone timer went off, saying that Gwen's time was up. "Wait, you did it, Gwen!"

"I did? Great, now get me out of here!"

"I'll go tell Chris to get the bulldozer," Trent told her. He stood up, sliding Grace gently off of his lap. "Grace, stay here and keep an eye on Gwen."

Grace looked down at the dirt Gwen was currently buried under, then back up at her brother. "Where is she gonna go?"

Trent ignored the question and ran off to find the handsome host and the bulldozer.

Grace looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Smirking, she picked up the walkie talkie and said, "Hello, Gwenny. Enjoying your dirt nap?"

Gwen growled, "Grace, I don't know what you're up to, but-"

"Oh, don't worry," Grace reassured her. "Distracting my dear big brother to freak you out was the only thing I was up to today. But fret not, for I have a few more tricks up my sleeve for future challenges." She dropped the walkie talkie in the sand and walked off.

"Okay, seriously, how did Grace get so smart?" Gwen asked. "I mean, three year olds aren't supposed to speak so… well!" Crossing her arms and arching an eyebrow, she asked, "What three year old do you know that uses the word 'fret' in daily conversation?"

*T*S*R*

The members of the Rabid Wolves waited patiently outside the mess hall, waiting for Keith to come out, with hopes that he won.

Keith, mouth shut, walked outside and approached the group. He stared at them a while, before flashing them a grin with his shiny, freshly cleaned teeth.

His teammates cheered as Carl the dentist/psycho killer walked out, proudly smiling at his work.

Upon seeing him, Izzy let out a battle cry, picked up the nearest twig and jumped onto his back. "DIE DIE DIE!" she screamed as she bonked him on the head with the tiny twig repeatedly. "LEAVE ME AND MY FRIENDS ALONE, YOU UGLY CHAINSAW GUY!"

"Ah!" Carl screamed, trying to shield his head from the flimsy, harmless stick. "Make her stop! I have easily breakable bones!"

"Izzy, stop!" Keith yelled, trying to pry her off of Carl. "He's not going to hurt anyone! He's cool," he explained.

The crazy girl stopped, looked at Carl's frightened face and mumbled, "Oh." She got off, but instantly started acting like her zany self again. "Does this mean you gave up being a killer? And you decided to be a dentist instead? Booo-ring!"

Izzy stuck her face in his and babbled, "Why'd you chose to be a lame old dentist? You got that cool hook! With that hook, you could be anything other than a dentist! Like a pirate!" She made a hook with her left pointer finger, shut one eye and growled, "ARGH!" She got rid of her hook and gasped, "Oh, that reminds me of this one time when I went to this pirate themed amusement park and-"

The pirate that had just been scaring Xavier a while ago walked past them and Izzy chased after him. "Wait up, Mister Pirate! Let me show you my hook!"

Carl, eyes widened in fear and confusion, blinked, then said, "Um… yeah…." He pointed in the direction opposite of the one Izzy had gone. "So I'm just gonna go now." With that, he walked off.

"Uh, yeah, later," Keith said, still looking at Izzy as she chased the poor phony buccaneer.

*T*S*R*

"Guys, guys!" Marina yelled, running toward the other interns, who had taken a break in their lounge. "Guys, Chris told me not to tell you, but I just know I have to." She sat down next to Tamyra, who looked shaken up. "I just need to tell you that Chris is planning to-" She paused, and pointed toward the couch. "What happened to Mia?"

Mia, who was still unconscious, was draped on the couch. "She fainted after seeing the sumo," Holly explained, stuffing the spider costume into a nearby closet.

Tamyra breathed a sigh of relief when the frightening costume was shut behind the door. "Chris scared all of us silly. Guess he didn't get you, since you never told us what you're afraid of."

"Chris. Almost. Kissed me," Holly whispered, plopping down on the couch by Mia's feet.

"Oh…" Marina sighed. "I guess I'm too late."

"Wait…" Tamyra stood up. "You knew about this?"

"Yeah, but I came to warn you guys!"

"Well…" Tamyra sighed, sitting back down. "Thanks, but it's too late now."

Marina sighed, guilty that she wasn't fast enough. But suddenly, she got an idea. "Wait, I've got an idea!" She waved Holly and Tamyra toward her, then whispered a plan to them. As she quietly explained, the other two grinned diabolically.

*T*S*R*

Duncan approached Chris, who had a Celine Dion cardboard standee tucked under his arm.

"Look," Duncan started, looking pretty exhausted, "I tired myself out shoving Selena into that box and yelling at Zoey for stabbing the team in the back, so can we just get this over with? It's not like I can top last year's scene, anyway. Do you see Courtney anywhere?"

After seeing that Courtney was indeed not with him and realizing that Duncan and Courtney's fan girls wouldn't get a cute hand holding scene, the host shrugged. "Your call, man," Chris said, placing the standee in front of the punk. "Give her a hug, and try to look a little bit afraid, for the audience's sake, okay?"

He nodded in agreement. "Ahhh," Duncan mock screamed, waving his hands weakly. "She's so scary and lifelike," he monotoned, rolling his eyes. Stiffly wrapping his arms around her, he silently counted five seconds, then let her go and walked away.

"Don't get me wrong, those things still freak me out," Duncan explained, feet propped up on the toilet paper roll holder. "But when I'm tired enough, I would pretty much do anything just to get it over with. And trust me, my sisters are exhausting."

*T*S*R*

Walking on the amphitheater stage, DJ crept toward the snake he was required to let crawl on his arm. Unlike last year's innocent garter snake, DJ had to face a bigger, much scarier constrictor.

"D-Do I have to?" DJ asked, cringing at the sight of the horrifying snake in the cage.

"Don't worry, DJ," Jovie yelled from the stands. "He's not venomous, so he can't kill you or anything!"

"But… But this thing is hee- uge!" DJ squealed, pointing at the constrictor. "And he sure looks like he could squeeze me to death!"

"C'mon, all the thing is going to do to you is give you a little squeeze," Marilee encouraged.

"Little?" DJ whined. "Nothing this creature does is little!"

Finally, he sighed and decided to suck it up. After all, his team needed a win, even if it was just for a reward. He slowly opened the cage and stuck his hand out and looked away, waiting to feel the slimy thing slither up his arm. Grinning, he held his arm out for his teammates to see that he had faced his fear once again.

After the applause stopped, he tried to get the snake off of his arm, but it was practically clinging to him. "Help!" he yelled, shaking his arm in attempts to get the constrictor off of his arm.

*T*S*R*

Cody, cowering behind a large pine tree, was apprehensively waiting for the untouched bomb to explode. After about five minutes, nothing happened, so he snuck a peek at the garbage bomb. It wasn't making the same beeping sounds it had made before, but it hadn't exploded, either.

The techno geek emerged from behind the tree and approached the bomb. "Whaddya know…" He poked one of the cans and flinched, but nothing happened. "Must be a dud." He picked up the schematics he dropped earlier and looked them over. Grinning, he mumbled, "What Chris doesn't know won't hurt him…"

*T*S*R*

"Next up is Geoff!" Chris whispered to the camera, waving a remote in his hands. A few sparks flew from the remote and it made some suspicious beeping noises, which made Chris' brows furrow. "Dang it, this thing's on the fritz again!" He started shaking it wildly, which just made the screen pop out with a comical 'boing!' Sighing, Chris looked back up at the camera and said, "Just go see what Geoff is up to while I try to fix this thing."

The camera panned to Geoff, who was sitting on the edge of the Dock of Shame and talking to somebody off-screen. "C'mon, Geoff, don't be scared," the off-screen voice calmly coaxed.

"No way can I do that, Candy," Geoff looked around anxiously as he told the voice, who was apparently Candace. "I was all chillaxed about it last season. I mean, I didn't even see it coming! At least you saw this coming to you," he said, gesturing to her body.

The camera panned away from Geoff's face so it could get a good shot of both him and Candace, who was currently in the middle of her challenge. She was wearing a colorful clown jumpsuit, along with a rainbow afro wig, big red nose, and giant floppy shoes. Candace, trying her best to smile just as big as she always did, let out a stiff laugh. "Actually… I didn't. I just thought I'd have to hug a clown or something." After another stiff laugh, she added, "But this is… good, too."

Geoff eyed her, then asked, "Candace, why are you so happy all the time? Don't take offence from this or anything, but how can you have such a great attitude when you're living in this hellhole of an island?"

Candace, glad to get her mind off the clown subject, genuinely smiled and replied, "Well, the way I see it, there's not much point in being sad for long periods of time, because you never know when something could happen that could…" She drifted off, almost afraid to say it. "You know… life's just short and you've got to live it to the fullest."

Geoff nodded in understanding. "That last thing you said sounded kinda familiar…"

Candace rolled her eyes and elbowed him playfully. "That's because you said it to me during the Sibling Swap challenge, silly!"

"Oh… yeah…"

"I also seem to remember you having a better attitude before Bridgette…" She paused, opting not to say what she was about to say.

Geoff noticed the pause, gave her a little smile, and said, "It's cool, you can say it."

"… Before Bridgette broke your heart and ripped it out of your chest and crushed it into a bazillion pieces with her surfboard of turmoil and-"

"'Dumped me' would have been just fine!" Geoff whined, looking heartbroken.

"Oh." Candace the clown looked down at her big shoed feet. "Sorry."

"Nah, it's all good," Geoff said, slinging an arm around her colorful shoulder. "I guess I have been kinda mopey ever since the break up. I really need to get my head back in the game!" With his free hand, he pumped a fist in the air and yelled, "WHOO!"

Candace giggled. "Aww, there's the Geoff I know!" Bashfully looking to the side, she added, "And if my opinion mean anything to you, she missed out on a great guy."

Geoff looked at her, shocked, but grinned. "I'd say the same thing for you… You know, if your boyfriend had dumped you on an elixir high like my ex-girlfriend did to me… Speaking of which, do you have a boyfriend?" Before he could slap himself on the forehead for asking such an embarrassing question, a cloud slowly hovered over his head and before he knew it, it started pelting him with large pieces of hail.

A voice, one that belonged to Chris, yelled, "Fixed it!" somewhere far off screen.

Screaming in pain, he bolted up and sprinted off, though wherever he went, the cloud followed. This left Candace all alone.

The poor clown girl frowned at first, but it immediately turned into a small grin and she yelled, "No, I'm single!"

*T*S*R*

As Trent was running through the woods in search of Chris, he saw a shadowy figure leaning against a tree. He couldn't tell who the person was, since his back was turned to him, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to ask him for some help.

"Uh, excuse me?" Trent said, approaching the unknown fellow. "You wouldn't happen to know where Chris McLean is, do you?" He held a hand up to about Chris' height and added, "About ye tall, black hair, stubbly face, probably scaring the crap out of someone right now?"

The man turned around, revealing his pasty face to the poor musician. The person was a mime. Trent screamed bloody murder and ran off, the mime hot on his trail, pretending like he was behind a wall while he was chasing him.

They raced right past Chris, who watched them in delight. "He must have been looking for me so I could dig Gwen up." Digging the keys to the dozer out of his shirt pocket, he said, "Wouldn't want a repeat from last year, now would we?" He winked and walked toward the beach to dig up the poor Goth.

*T*S*R*

Gwen, who had just been dug up by Chris and his bulldozer, was walking along the beach in search of Trent, who she hadn't seen in a while. She found no boyfriend, but she did find a frantic Selena curled up in the fetal position, looking like she hadn't slept in months.

"Selena?" Gwen asked, kneeling down next to the box. "Where's Zack? He was supposed to let you out…" She looked down at her watch and gasped, "Three hours ago!"

"The idiot ran off… because of some stupid wolf… puppy… thing!" Selena shakily explained, still in the fetal position. "I want out of here NOW!"

Gwen, acting quickly, unclasped the door and opened it so she could get out in the fresh air once again.

She hadn't even seen Selena get out, she did it so fast. All the Goth saw was her back as she ran the heck away from that accursed box.

"Well," Chris said, walking toward Gwen as she stood up and watched the younger girl run away. "She didn't want to stay in there, but she did, so I guess she wins."

"Um… Great." Gwen looked around, still seeing no Trent. "I'm going to look for Trent."

"He's probably in Timbuktu by now," Chris told her, smiling.

Gwen cocked an eyebrow, not looking impressed. "Mime?"

Chris nodded. "Mime."

The Goth girl sighed. "I guess I'd better find him. He's probably in the lake. Again." With that, she stalked off in search of her boyfriend once again.

*T*S*R*

Geoff continued to run, until he somehow ended up heading toward the mess hall. Izzy was there for some reason, holding a lot of weird items, including a couple of pillows, some rope, and a big cooking pot.

"Fear not, Geoffy, my boy!" Izzy yelled as he ran closer toward where she was seated Indian-style in front of the mess hall. "Izzy will save you and our team's chances of winning!"

She got up and charged toward him, letting out a wild cry, which clashed with his girlish shriek. Just as they were about to make contact, she stumbled and threw her items at him. Instead of them making him collapse to the ground, the things formed a rather silly looking suit of armor. By some sort of miracle, the ropes had tied the pillows around his arms, legs, and torso and the pot had been placed on his head. The cloud continued to pour on him, but he felt nothing.

"Whoa, I can't feel a thing! Thanks, Izzy!"

Chris yelled, "Aww, man! Fixed this stupid thing for nothing!" far off screen again.

After Chris was done whining, Geoff frowned, looking at her. "How'd you know throwing all this stuff at me would work?"

"I didn't," Izzy admitted. "I was just going to tough out the hail and put all the stuff on you one at a time. But then I tripped."

Geoff blinked as the hail continued to thrash on his pot helmet. "Oh."

Izzy shrugged. "Yeah."

After another silence, she added, "Reality shows sure are crazy, huh?"

*T*S*R*

"Ah… Marilee." Chris evilly smirked at her, and she actually looked scared. "I spent a big hunk of time last night spitballing ideas for your phobia. After a while, I finally came up with something suitable."

He walked her over to a small stool, placed out in the middle of the big field for some unknown reason. Forcing her into the seat, he continued, "Basically, all I'm going to do is give you a little cut right about here." He pointed to her left knee. "You have to look at the blood ooooooze out for thirty straight seconds," Chris said, her flinching at the mention of oozing.

"Um… Are you sure one of your other plans wouldn't be better?" Marilee asked.

"Well… there was one I though would be fun to do…" He grinned and tapped his chin. "Your other option is to wade in a kiddie pool full of blood. You see, we found this dead bear near the forest and-"

Before he could describe anything else, a very pale Marilee stuck her leg out, stared into space blankly in fright and muttered, "Cut it, cut it, cut it."

Keith looked at her distressed face, and felt a strange feeling somewhere in the pit of his stomach.

"Did you see the look on her face?" Keith sighed. "I missed the miffed pout she usually has. Man, I had to do something. I couldn't stand seeing her like that…"

Without any warning, Keith walked away from the group of bystanders and kneeled next to Marilee's seat. "Chris, it's cool if I'm here for support, right?" Most of the girls watching awwed at his cute gesture.

"Uh…" Chris shrugged. "Sure, I guess." He pulled out the tiny razor blade he was going to use to make the cut and polished it off on his shirt.

"It's gonna be okay, Mar," he told her, smiling supportively. He held out a hand to her. "It helps if you have something to squeeze," Keith said, with a slight joking tone.

Marilee stared at his hand, like she was afraid it was some sort of trick and he was going to stuff it down her shirt, instead. But he didn't even inch it anywhere toward the chest region, so she gently took his hand in hers, taking note at how much bigger and stronger his was than hers.

Chris leaned down, swiping the blade across her knee with a quick motion. She winced and whimpered as soon as a little bit of the crimson liquid surfaced.

Marilee's gentle hold on Keith's hand turned into a death grip as the blood trickled further and further down her leg. With every inch, the grip on his hand got tighter and tighter, and Keith's pained smile became more and more pained-looking.

"Wow, Marilee must have some grip!" Izzy commented. "Did you see Keith's fingers? They were practically purple! They looked like little mauve sausages!" Mouth salivating, Izzy moaned, "Ooooh, those actually sound good. I bet Owen would love those! I should make some for him sometime!" She tapped her chin in thought. "Now if only I could find Chris' invisibility powder so I could sneak into Chef's kitchen and cook them..."

Izzy looked back at the camera. "What? You know Chris has some! All rich people do! They use it to avoid the paparazzi and flying monkeys and stuff. I've been trying to find it the whole time I've been here. Why else do you think I've hardly had any screen time?"

As it was about halfway down her leg, a timer buzzed and Chris yelled, "The thirty seconds are up! And Marilee racks up another point for the Rabid Wolves!"

As the team cheered and Marilee wiped her leg off with a small towel Chris handed to her, Keith cheered, "Way to go, Mar! I knew you could do it!" He looked down at his hand and muttered, "Uh… you can let go of my hand now." Looking down, she gasped and yanked her hand away from his.

Sucking in some air through his teeth, he rubbed his sore hand. "I… I think it's broken…"

"Okay, that probably looked bad back there," Marilee mused. "But me and him? Puh-leeze!" She put her hands on her hips and said, "I was scared and needed to hold someone's hand. I would have held Godzilla's hand if it were there!" Holding a finger up, she said, "Actually, I would have preferred Godzilla to Keith. At least Godzilla doesn't have sweaty palms!"

*T*S*R*

Trent, who had been running from the mime, looked behind him. The mime was gone. "Huh?" He screeched to a halt and scratched his head in confusion. "Did I win?"

About twenty yards away, the poor mime was leaning against an imaginary light post, silently panting. He yanked an imaginary handkerchief from his pocket, dabbed his sweaty forehead with it and tucked it back. After he quietly panted some more, the mime's brows furrowed and he yanked a pretend hat off his head, threw it on the ground and stomped it into the dust. After another twist of the heel to the poor invisible hat, he stormed off.

Back by Trent, Chris approached the musician and clapped him on the back. "Congratulations, Trent! You're the first camper in Total Drama history to tire out their phobia to the point of quitting!"

"So… I won, right?" He asked, grinning.

Chris' smile disappeared. "No." His smile returned. "Hee hee, see what I did there? I made it sound positive so you'd think you won and be all happy and stuff, and then I yanked your joy right out from under you!"

He laughed some more, while Trent just glared at him. "You stay up all night thinking this stuff up, don't you?"

Chris frowned again. "I have brutal insomnia, dude."

*T*S*R*

Zack continued to run from Rental, who was bounding right after him, looking about as cute as possible. Zack, however, did not find Rental cute at all. The gamer continued to run until he reached the edge of the thousand foot tall cliff, which he hadn't even realized he was running up.

Looking down at the drop he had to take, then back at adorable Rental, the gamer sighed and leaned back farther and farther until he eventually slipped and fell backwards off the cliff.

"What can I say?" Zack shrugged. "I really hate wolves."

Rental poked her head over the edge, watching Zack flail and scream as he plummeted closer and closer to the lake. When he finally hit the surface, the wolf pup sadly pouted, upset that she had lost her 'playmate.' With a whimper, she walked away, passing Owen, Izzy and Chef, in his flight attendant's outfit, as she did.

"Huh," Owen mumbled. "Guess Zack lost."

"Wait a minute," Chef said, looking as Rental stalked off. "If Zack ain't with Selena, then who is?" The three exchanged glances, but the former soldier shrugged. "Meh, not my problem."

He pulled the keys out of his jacket pocket and turned to the couple. "You ready, Tubby and Crazy?"

"Hey!" Owen yelled, hugging Izzy protectively. "Don't call my girlfriend tubby!"

Chef rolled his eyes and shoved the teens into the passenger seats of the dilapidated plane that somehow appeared in front of them. Izzy patted Owen's arm comfortingly and said, "No worries, Big O! We kicked butt at this last year. Shouldn't be any harder this time around!"

"Oh, it's gonna be a little different than last time," Chef said as he started the plane, a mischievous grin on his lips. Untying the blue scarf from his neck, he tied it over his eyes to make a blind.

Izzy and Owen gasped in terror as Chef grabbed the steering wheel and took off. Owen shoved the redhead out of his way so he could reach the window. He slammed his fists on the glass and yelled, "Lemme outta this crazy thing! I'M GONNA DIE!"

*T*S*R*

Candace, free of the clown costume, ran around aimlessly, squealing in victory. Geoff, heading in her direction and still wearing his makeshift armor, ran past her.

"Geoff, guess what?" she yelled, still running. Before he could answer, she yelled, "I faced my phobia!"

"And I didn't die!" Geoff screamed happily, hands held up high.

When they crossed paths, they both slapped each other a high five, yelled, "Awesome!" and ran in opposite directions, still yelling and screaming in excitement.

*T*S*R*

Izzy and Owen clung to each other for dear life as Chef barely missed a tall tree. "Izzy, if I don't make it out of this death trap alive…" Owen started.

"Yeah?"

"Tell my mom… the gravy she sent me in the mail yesterday was delicious." With that, he dramatically fainted and landed in her lap, practically squishing her.

*T*S*R*

Cody, almost done deactivating the bomb, grinned. "Hey, this isn't that hard… I'm almost done!"

Meanwhile, by the cabins, Zoey and Grace were playing tag. "Tag, you're it!" Grace yelled, tapping Zoey on the back.

"Aww, man!" Zoey pouted, kicked a clump of dirt. Before she could start chasing her friend, a loud boom shook the entire island. "What was that?" Zoey cried, hiding behind Grace's back.

Grace grinned. "Cody's bomb must have 'sploded…"

Back with Cody, the bomb had indeed exploded. Trash was everywhere; on the trees, in the bushes, covering innocent bunnies. But Cody was the one covered with the most garbage, looking even worse than he did last year.

Cody sighed, walking back toward camp. "Guess it wasn't a dud after all…"

*T*S*R*

The rest of the bystanders, excluding the ones still facing their fears, or merely still recovering from them, were surrounding the jelly pool that had been built last year, but sadly never used. Courtney glared at the jiggly, green goop inside, losing all feeling in her legs. Marina stirred the jelly, making sure it was still wiggly and squiggly. Selena, still running, bumped into Duncan and fell to the ground.

The punk turned around and saw who bumped into him. "Let me guess. You lost?"

"No," Selena said, getting up again. "Actually, I won." Through her teeth, she mumbled, "I won for three hours…" Regaining a calm composure, she asked, "So who's up next?"

Jerking a thumb to his nervous girlfriend, he said, "Princess."

Selena grinned. "Oh, this'll be fun…"

"I can hear you, you know!" Courtney yelled, spinning around to glare at her.

"Yeah, I know," Selena told her, a smirk on her face.

"Okay, Courtney," Chris began, approaching the former CIT, "Ready to take the plunge?"

Looking down at her feet, she quietly nodded and walked over to the ladder to the diving board. "But if I die, I am so suing!" She started the climb up, slowly but steadily.

"C'mon, babe, you know you can do this!" Duncan yelled as she was nearly at the top.

"Go, Courtney!" Zoey cheered.

Courtney slowly stepped onto the diving board and walked toward the edge. Peering at the dive she had to take, she listed the possible ways she could die on the way down. After thinking for a few seconds, she yelled down, "I… I can't do it! I just can't!"

While walking back toward the ladder, she heard somebody yell up, "Heck yeah, you can't, you big coward!"

Storming back over to the edge, Courtney glared down at the campers. "Who said that?"

Selena raised her hand. "I did! I calls 'em as I sees 'em, and what I sees is a giant scaredy baby named Courtney!"

As Courtney fumed, Duncan elbowed her and hissed, "What are you doing, moron? She's on our team!"

Shoving his elbow away, Selena whispered back, "Just give me a sec, Dunk. I know what I'm doing…" Looking back up at a furious Courtney, she yelled, "I guess you really are a CIT… a Chicken-in-Training!" She tucked her hands under her arms and flapped them like wings and clucked like a chicken, making Courtney even angrier.

"Oooh, how dare you!" Courtney screamed, cheeks flushed in fury. "I'll show you, you little twerp!" Jumping up and down a few times on the end of the board, then plunged off, landing in the gooey, snotty substance she hated so much.

After a few seconds of anxious waiting from her teammates, Courtney surfaced, pumping her fists in the air victoriously.

As the rest of their team congratulated her, Duncan, unibrow cocked in impression, said, "Ooooh, I get it, You knew she couldn't resist a challenge… So you used that reverse psychology junk on her." He patted her on the shoulder and grinned. "Impressive."

"Uh…" Selena grinned. "Sure. That's it…"

"Seeing her covered in giggly, icky goop was a bonus, too," Selena added, smirking.

*T*S*R*

As soon as Chef landed the plane on the shore of the lake, Owen and Izzy jumped out, still hugging each other tightly.

"Oh, Izzy! I thought we were going to die!" Owen cried, tearing up.

Izzy looked just as emotional. "Me too!"

"Iz, there's something I want to tell you." He let her go and gently grabbed her hand. "After seeing my life flash before my eyes, I realized there's been so many things left unsaid between us. I just want to say…" He got down on one knee, still holding her hand, and yelled, "I love your mom's Boston cream pie!"

Tear streamed down her cheeks and she whispered, "Oh, Owen… I love my mom's Boston cream pie, too!" She grabbed his face and gave him a deep, loving kiss.

Chef, removing the blindfold and stepping out of the plane, rolled his eyes and dragged the making-out couple away.

*T*S*R*

"Okay, this is it!" Chris cheered, leading Zoey and the group to a giant set of monkey bars, about the height of a two story house. "This is for the win! If Zoey can climb up to the top of these obscenely tall monkey bars without peeing herself, the Killers Bears win!"

"Wait a minute," Jovie said, counting on her fingers. "We have nine wins and they only have six. They'd still have two less than us, if she does go through with it."

"Ah, but I have a little proposition for young Zoey here," Chris said as Zoey climbed the steel ladder to Chris's eye height. "If she wins, I'll quadruple her points!"

Everybody gasped in shock. Even Izzy and Owen, who had still been making out, separated to let a gasp out.

"Wow," Gwen muttered. "That's a lot of pressure to put on a kid."

"Are you kidding me?" Marilee scoffed, rolling her eyes. "The kid almost barfed yesterday when Selena gave her a piggy back ride! This thing's in the bag…"

Zoey gulped, but continued her climb up to the ladder.

The monkey bars happened to be next to a small cliff. A garbage-covered Cody happened to be walking aimlessly toward the edge. "Hello?" he called out. "A little help here? Anyone?" Once he reached the edge of the cliff, he fell face first onto the top of the monkey bars, then stood up, his legs almost slipping through the spaces in between each rung. "Man, the grass here has a lot of gopher holes…" Taking a few steps farther on the rungs, he muttered, "A lot of evenly spaced gopher holes…"

Back down on the ground, Zoey's team was cheering her on. "You can do it, Zoey!" Courtney cheered.

"Yeah, we've got faith in ya, kid," Duncan yelled in agreement. Looking back down at Courtney, he muttered, "She doesn't stand a chance."

Courtney nodded. "Hope she takes failure well."

Zoey had almost made it to the top of the monkey bars, but she saw something on top. Missing one of the rungs, Cody fell down, his face meeting Zoey's. "Eeeee! Monkey bar monster!" she screamed, falling backwards, plummeting down and landing on Owen, who worked as a great cushion.

Chris held up a hand to the other team and proclaimed, "The Rabid Wolves win!"

"Finally!" Marilee cheered, looking ecstatic.

"Yes!" Izzy cried. "I'm this much closer to find that invisibility powder!"

Chris proudly stepped aside and announced, "You all can head to the mess hall for your prize; the biggest, sickest, most awesome party our reward budget could afford!"

The Rabid Wolves let out wild screams of joy and charged toward the mess hall.

"Well, they all did face their fears, so I guess they deserve the party," Courtney sighed. "And I did finally face my fear of green jelly…" Her face looked angered and she added, "But don't think I won't contact my lawyers about Selena's taunting!"

Zack, who had been spending the time drying off from his dive in the lake, walked up to his team. "I just saw the Wolves running toward the camp ground. Did we lose?"

"Yeah," Gwen mumbled. "Thanks to Cody the Trash Boy up there."

Cody's garbage-covered head popped up. "Is Gwen talking about me?" Before anyone could answer, he fell through another one of the gaps and crashed to the ground. Stiffly getting up and rubbing his aching back, he pointed to the back of the group and said, "I'll just be over there, de-gunking myself…" With that, he limped off, yanking a banana peel off of his face.

Selena walked over to Zack, who shrieked upon seeing her. Wincing, but trying to smile and pretend like noting happened, he said, "Uh… hi, Selena. Looks like you got out of the box, huh?" He nervously laughed. Though Selena was still giving him that same stare. He stopped laughing.

Selena was quiet and practically motionless for a few seconds. Then before anyone knew it, Selena swiftly kicked Zack in the crotch, making him yelp out in pain and fall to the ground, arms between his legs in protection.

The males witnessing this crime to dudekind flinched and moaned in understanding pain. Except for Duncan, who was actually giving Selena a thumbs up for her daring assault. Not even just because it was Zack she did it to, but because she had the gall to do it at all.

Selena then proceeded to call Zack a long string of such horrible, censor-worthy words, that even Gwen's jaw dropped. Luckily Zoey and Grace had wandered off and weren't there to hear the vile things she said to him as he cowered in fear of her fury, hoping she wouldn't kick him again.

After she was done yelling her head off, she straightened herself up, cleared her throat and calmly said, "Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I forgive you." She walked away, passing a few shocked campers as she did.

Before she was gone, she stopped by a group of guys who had been farthest away from the scene, consisting of Trent, Cody and Owen. She struck a menacing pose like she was going to attack them, too, but never did. However, the three guys still cowered like weaklings at her newfound scariness.

Selena, harsh pose melting, laughed giddily and lightly patted Owen on his big, quivering arm. "Ha ha, I'm just messing with you guys." With that, she walked off, looking much happier than before

Duncan sighed, looking touched. "I've never been more proud to call that girl my sister."

*T*S*R*

Chris whistled a happy little song as he strolled up to the mess hall. Another day, another challenge, as he always said…

Before he could reach the steps, he was stopped by Mia, who regained consciousness and been let in on Marina's devious plan. "Hello, Christopher."

"Uh…" Chris blinked and backed away. "Hi, Mia…pher. What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing, really," Mia muttered. "Me and the girls were just thinking about how you scared most of us today."

"Yeah," Tamyra said as she approached the duo. "We also agreed that it was seriously not cool."

"Ah… that." Chris flashed her a toothy grin. "That was just for ratings, and all the jazz. No hard feelings, right? "

"Oh, there are hard feelings, all right," Holly said, taking a place next to Tamyra. "And we thought it'd be fun to give you a little scare."

Chris rolled his beady eyes. "Too bad you guys don't know what I'm afraid of."

"Yeah… We didn't," Mia said. "That's why we hacked into the virtual journal you have on your computer."

Chris' eye widened. "No way! How'd you find out the password?"

"'Password' is not a very good password, Chris," Holly replied.

"N-no… You didn't!" Chris backed away from the girls, before bumping into a hefty, ugly Hispanic woman behind him. He turned around, looking into her bloodshot eyes.

"Chris, you remember Inez Garcia?" Marina asked, stepping out from behind the angry lady. "Your least favorite ex mother-in-law?"

"Chris McLean!" Inez yelled, slapping him with her purse. "How could you divorce my Carla?"

"Ow!" Chris whined, rubbing his cheek where the purse hit him. "I've told you a million times! She got an ugly haircut and it was too gross to look at!" Regretting what he said immediately, he ran away, shrieking girlishly as Inez chased him, thrashing her purse in his direction.

The interns laughed as they watched him run, exchanged high fives and kept giggling as they walked into the mess hall to join the party.

Woo hoo! Go interns! :D

Next episode is when we check in on the booked-out campers. Awesomeness! :3 Please review, love your comments!