SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME QUICK UPDATE!

Wow, I went on a writing spree today! :D I hope you all enjoy the pop culture references. I felt very pop culture-ish today. And I want to make fun of Megan Fox's weird eyebrows -_-;

And Marilee's kind of nice in this chapter, so that's a refreshing change.

Read, review, and enjoy!

LeShawna hastily made her way back to the cabin, a big glass of orange juice in her hand. Once she was inside, she walked over to the bunks and gave it to Jovie, who was lying in bed and looked terribly ill. Her skin was paler than it should have been, except for her nose, which was beet red. Her bed was littered with used tissues and she was sneezing her brains out.

"Here you go, baby sis." LeShawna sat down on her bed and smoothed her messy hair out a little.

Marilee, dressed in a pink halter top, black ruffle mini skirt, and matching pick and black high heels, trotted into the cabin, too. In her hands, however, was a steaming hot bowl of chicken noodle soup. "Oh, you poor thing," she said sympathetically as LeShawna got a bedside table for her to place the soup on. Marilee set the soup down, adding, "You look even worse than usual."

Jovie cocked an eyebrow and, with a nasally voice, asked, "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"I guess." Marilee shrugged. "I'm new to the sympathy thing."

As Jovie start to slowly slurp the soup, LeShawna looked back at the blonde and asked, "How'd you manage to get this good looking soup, anyway?"

Marilee smirked and put her hands on her hips, shifting weight from one leg to another. "If you're me, you can pretty much get anything you want with a mini skirt and a pair of high heels…"

Flashback: 5 minutes before then

Marilee walked into the kitchen and held out a white mini skirt and matching white heels to go with it. "Here's the skirt and high heels you've been looking for."

"Oh, perfect," Chef sarcastically grumbled, snatching the clothing items from her. "The ones that go with my nurse's uniform are looking kind of ratty… I don't like dressing like this, you know," he pointed out. "It's just part of my contract that I forgot to read. But thanks, I owe you one."

"Can I have that bowl of soup?" Marilee asked, pointing to the hot soup on the counter next to Chef.

Stuffing his new clothes into a nearby drawer, he shrugged and mumbled, "Sure, why not."

She grabbed the bowl, thanked him, and walked out.

End Flashback

"Oh." LeShawna breathed a sigh of relief. "For a second there, I thought you meant you-"

"What?" Marilee gasped. "Ew, did you seriously think I would-"

"No, no…" LeShawna argued guiltily. "It just kind of sounded like you-"

"Gosh, LeShawna!" Marilee whined, stomping her foot. "I know I'm not the nicest person on the island, but I'm not a slut!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" LeShawna apologized, holding a surrendering hand up. Crossing her arms, she mumbled, "Just sort of sounded like it, that's all…"

After a few more coughs from Jovie, there were two loud knocks on the door and before anyone could call out and ask who it was, Izzy kicked the door open, practically ripping it off of its hinges. The other girls screamed, and it made Jovie cough and sneeze even more.

"Izzy, what's the matter with you?" LeShawna yelled, jolting up. "You didn't have to kick the door open! You live here, too! And besides, it wasn't even locked!"

"But that way's a bazillion times more fun!" Izzy said, smiling like crazy. She bounced over to Jovie's bed and added, "I couldn't help but notice that you're sick."

"What was you first clue?" Jovie asked, before going into another coughing fit.

"Well, I can do something that can help!"

"You're not going to flash me again, are you?" Jovie whined, blowing her nose. "It may have worked on Scrubs, but that doesn't mean it will work in real life…"

"No, not that, silly," Izzy giggled, waving that off. "I learn all my medical knowledge from comedy shows."

Marilee cocked an eyebrow. "But Scrubs is a comedy sh-" She paused when she saw the amused look on Izzy's face. "Oh, I get it. It's a joke…"

"Now, back to business. I snuck into Chris' place to use his computer to Google how to help you feel better, Jovie. I mostly just got a bunch of stupid, useless stuff, like eating soup and getting lots of rest and all that poppycock. Well, I found something logical that'll cure it!" She pulled out a large bottle and handed it to Jovie, then placed a large cowboy hat on the table next to the soup. "Just drink that until you can see two hats."

Before Jovie could even see what was in the bottle, LeShawna grabbed it away from her and gasped when she saw what it is. "This is whiskey!"

Izzy clapped. "Yeppers! She'll be cured in no time! All she has to do is drink while looking at this hat. She just has to drink to intoxication and she'll be cold-free!"

"Izzy, she can't drink alcohol!" LeShawna fumed, gripping the bottle tightly. "She's underage!"

"Oh, right." Izzy dug around in her green top and produced a bright blue Silly Straw. She stuck it in the top of the bottle and handed it back to LeShawna, who just stood there in shock and stared at her.

Marilee shook her head in shame. "Seriously? A Futurama joke? Really? Have we really stooped that low?"

"Where did you even get this, anyway?" LeShawna demanded, thrusting the bottle back at Izzy, who caught it with ease.

"I got it from Chris' liquor cabinet," Izzy explained, swishing the bottle around and watching the liquid wade back and forth. "And trust me, it wasn't really that hard."

Flashback: An hour previous to that moment in time

Izzy walked out of Chris' private study and quietly hummed the James Bond theme as she snuck by Chris' bedroom, where he was soundly asleep. She wandered into the kitchen, where she walked over to a large cabinet, full of many bottles of assorted liquor.

She tried prying it open, but with no success. Izzy then noticed the lock on it, and the letter keys underneath where the password was supposed to be typed in.

Izzy tapped her chin, deep in thought. "Let's see. A password. What would a deep, meaningful guy like Chris McLean use as a password?"

After she thought about it some more, she snapped her fingers and, as she typed each letter in, spelled out, "C-H-R-I-S. Chris!"

The technological lock beeped a few times, then unlocked and automatically opened the doors. Izzy snagged the nearest bottle of whiskey and zipped off, humming the James Bond theme once again.

End Flashback

"Figures his password would be the one thing he loves most," Marilee muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Izzy, go put this back," LeShawna sighed, looking exhausted by the crazy girl's antics.

Izzy pouted. "Fine!" She snatched the hat. "But I'm taking my new cowboy hat with me!"

"Hey!" a voice yelled from the boy's side of the Rabid Wolves cabin. "Where's my lucky hat?"

"Oops," Izzy winced, and quietly put the hat on her head. "Um… I was never here!" With that, she crashed through their window and bolted off, screaming, "You'll never catch me alive!"

Silence.

"Did that make you feel any better?" Marilee asked, out of curiosity.

"No," Jovie bluntly answered, blowing her nose.

*T*S*R*

It was about ten in the morning. The campers had just finished their breakfast and were gathered in the campfire pit, waiting for Chris to tell them about their next challenge. Izzy had given Geoff's hat back to him, claiming she 'found' it. Geoff didn't really care if she stole it or not. He was just happy to get his hat back.

DJ looked around, noticing that one of their teammates was missing. "Where's Jovie?" he asked LeShawna

"Poor baby's got a monster cold," LeShawna explained. "She could barely get out of bed."

"Oh, that's too bad," DJ said, looking down at his feet. He looked back up and added, "Maybe I can make her my momma's famous Rise and Shine protein shake later. It cures a cold like that." He snapped to emphasize his point.

Before she could say anything, Chris arrived with the usual smile he had when he was about to torture his favorite campers. "Okay, kiddies, you'd better hang on to your hats! Because this is going to be one extreme episode! There will be cliff jumping, girls mud wrestling each other, and everyone's favorite, alligator-" He paused and looked around. "Where the heck is Jovie? She can't mud wrestle in a bikini if she's not even here!"

"She's sick," Marilee explained. "If you take a look at the contract, you'll see that you can't force anyone into competing when they're not physically healthy enough to participate." She pulled out her contract, flipped to the page that it was on and tossed it to him so he could see for himself.

After reading, Chris rolled his eyes and tossed the contract back to her. "Fine, she's safe for today. Why do you carry that around with you, anyway?"

"In case I ever need to make a point like this," Marilee proudly said, placing her hands on her hips. "Or in case I ever need to sue."

"Maaaan," Courtney whined, pouting. "Why couldn't Marilee be on my team?"

"Wait… so does that mean there's an even number of people?" Chris made a quick count, seeing that there were twenty campers now instead of twenty one. "Hmm…" He stroked his chin, a sly smile on his face. "In that case, I have another challenge in mind…"

He whipped out a cell phone and speed dialed Chef. "Hey, Chef? Yeah, get rid of the mud pit and alligators… I don't know how, just make it happen! And bring the box that was shipped here yesterday to the campfire pit pronto!" He snapped the phone shut and stuffed it back in his pocket.

"Okay, forget the stuff I said before, people." Chris smiled. "This challenge will be much more tame. Hopefully, not too tame…" He walked over to Duncan and Courtney, who were standing next to each other, and put his hands on their shoulders. "However, this will be the toughest challenge you'll have to face in life: parenthood!"

Duncan cocked an eyebrow and glanced at Courtney. "Is there something you haven't told me yet?"

Courtney slapped him, blushing furiously.

"Just to set the record straight, I have never, EVER even gotten close to doing that with Duncan," Courtney argued, looking completely embarrassed. "At least, not until we're married…" She slapped a hand over her mouth and yelled, "Not that I want to marry him! No way!" She took a second to think and added, "I mean, if he ever proposed, I'd at least think about it, but…" She sighed in defeat and buried her face in her hands.

"Here's the deal," Chris started, walking off as Duncan rubbed his sore cheek. "You're all going to be partnered off into 'married' couples." He leaned in toward the camera and whispered, "Wouldn't want to promote teen pregnancy, now would we?" He winked, then looked back to the campers and said, "You'll each get one baby simulator doll, either a boy or a girl."

"What else is there?" Gwen sarcastically said.

"Your mom, that's what else there is," Chris childishly grumbled. He coughed and said, "Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted," He took a second to glare at Gwen and continued, "I was saying that each couple will be assigned a baby simulator to take care of for the next three days. Think it will be easy?"

He got a few nods in response. The handsome host pulled out a megaphone and screamed, "WRONG!"

After the campers took their hands off of their pained ears, Chris tossed the megaphone aside. "Now, over the next three days, you'll have to feed, change, and love your little robotic bundle of joy. There are sensors in the babies that will tell us if they're being properly taken care of. If you're a good parent, your team gets a point. If you're baby is neglected, not only will 'Child Protection Services' take away your baby, but your team will also lose a point," Chris stated, air-quoting Child Protection Services.

Heather raised a hand. Chris nodded in her direction, signaling her to ask her question. "When you say 'Child Protection Services,' what exactly do you mean by that? Did you get an actual agent to play that role?"

"No. I got the handsomest, most lovable person I know to do that." He pulled a baseball cap out from behind his back and put it on proudly. It read, "CPS" on it.

"Of course," Courtney mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Now, let's assign our new mommies and daddies, shall we?" Chris whipped out a clip board and started reading off of it. "Let's get the obvious ones out of the way… Gwen and Trent, Courtney and Duncan, Izzy and Owen. No duh."

Duncan lightly elbowed Courtney, a small, sexy smirk on his lips. Courtney lightly slapped him for what she knew he was thinking.

"Next, some of the rookie campers… Selena and Zack." Selena and Zack grinned at each other and Duncan, who was standing next to where Zack was sitting, lifted him up by his shirt and hissed, "If you give her a real baby, you know what I'm going to do to you, right?"

Zack nodded in silent fear and Duncan threw him back down into his seat.

"Why is it that almost every challenge in this stupid competition has involved Selena and him spending excessive amounts of time with each other?" Duncan asked, looking infuriated. Tapping his chin, he mumbled, "Well, I guess that time during Phobia Factor was of my doing…" He shrugged and grinned. "But, hey, at least that time, she kicked him in the coconuts, so look who's the smart one now."

As Zack rubbed his sore butt, he looked to see if Selena had seen what her brother had done. She had been too busy tracing something into the dirt with a stick to notice. He sighed in defeat.

"Next up is Keith and Marilee," Chris said, backing away from Marilee, who he was expecting to explode.

However, she didn't. "Okay, that's fine."

Chris frowned. "What? Aren't you mad?"

"No." Marilee shrugged. "Why would I be?"

"You aren't mad that I paired you up with the guy who undressed you with his eyes the first day?"

She shook her head. "No. Keith apologized for that and we're friends now. Didn't you watch the Crazy Chase episode? Aren't you the one who edits that stuff?"

"Uh… no. I have people who do that for me." Chris looked back down at his clip board and pouted. "Fine, then. Ruin all the dramatic fun for the poor host, you party pooper."

Keith, sitting pretty close to Marilee, smiled at her, who gave him a small smile back.

"It's so awesome that Marilee doesn't hate me anymore," Keith happily said. He scratched his head and added, "Still, seeing her so angry was kind of hot…" He smirked. "Well, married people seem to hate each other. Especially married people with kids. She'll be Megan Fox hot by the time this challenge is over…"

"Have you ever noticed how not hot Megan Fox is?" Geoff asked. "I mean, she has those weird eyebrows and it always looks like she's angry." He crossed his arms stubbornly and said, "Angry chicks so aren't hot." Arms still crossed, he shrugged and confessed, "I dunno what made me want to say that. It's just been on my mind for a while…" Geoff smiled goofily. "Probably because Candace is always so happy and pretty…" He realized the camera was still there and whispered, "Oops." He uncrossed his arms, threw them up in the air and yelled, "Well, it's true!"

Chris looked down at his clip board and smiled at the next couple he silently read. "Next up is another surprising couple… Geoff and Candace!"

"YES!" Geoff cried as he looking up hopefully, hands clasped. "There is a God!"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Candace cried, eyes shut tight and hands in the traditional prayer position. "Thank you, Santa!"

Geoff had a small smile on his face, but didn't show how excited he was. "Cool."

Candace was hiding her delight, too. "Yeah. Cool."

"Another shocking couple… DJ and Heather!"

Heather smiled at DJ, but when she turned around, she saw LeShawna glaring at her.

"I swear," LeShawna muttered, slamming a fist into her palm. "If that little string bean hurts sweet DJ, she's going to get it! I've seen the way he looks at her! If he ever goes out with her, he'll be making the biggest mistake of his life!"

Chris straightened his cap and said, "Now for the kiddies… Grace is with Herbie, Zoey's with Xavier."

"Yay!" Zoey glomped Xavier and yelled, "We're married!"

Duncan groaned and slapped his forehead.

"Oh, great…" Duncan rubbed his forehead and mumbled, "As if I didn't have enough to worry about… Now my four year old sister is married, with a baby!"

And last, but not least…" Chris took one last look at the clipboard and cried, "Cody and LeShawna!"

"Say what now?" LeShawna and Cody exchanged a confused glance.

"Yeah, I'm aware of the fact that the last one is a little… WTF," Chris said, tossing the clipboard aside. "But you were the only two left, so… Yeah."

"Izzy, what does WTF mean?" Herbie asked, yanking on her skirt to get her attention.

"Oh, you silly, silly little boy," Izzy cooed, bending down and patting him on the head. "It means 'Weasels Terminate Ferrets.'"

He stared blankly at her, so she explained, "A weasel terminating a ferret would be weird, right?" He nodded. "Well, so would LeShawna and Cody as a couple."

"Oooooh." He nodded in understanding. "You're so smart, Izzy!"

Izzy laughed, then sighed and replied, "I know… But your new wifey-kins is just as wily as I am, so watch your back!"

Herbie nodded and started spinning around, trying to literally watch his back.

Chef, covered in mud and alligator bites, finally arrived, carrying a huge cardboard box. He set it down and hissed, "I. Hate. You." at Chris before he stalked off.

"Whew, must be somebody's time of the month," Chris joked, but was hastily hit with a blob of mud. "Hey!" He wiped the goop off and opened the box. "Okay, these are your babies. I'll assign you either a boy or a girl and then you'll have one hour to decide on a first and middle name for it." He put the Child Protection Services hat back behind him and took out a doctor's head reflector and put it on his head, making him look like a knock-off doctor. "You have to come tell me your baby's name by the time the hour is over, or I'll name it for you."

"Let me guess." Gwen cocked an eyebrow. "Chris or Christine?"

Chris sighed happily. "You guys know me so well… So Gwen, you and Trent can go first."

The couple walked up to the box, while Chris dug around in it for a certain doll. He handed them a doll dressed in all blue clothes and said, "Congratulations, it's a boy!"

"Well, at least it already comes with clothes and junk," Gwen said as Trent took the baby and she took the diaper bag full of supplies from Chris that they would need. They grabbed one of the baby carriers to carry it around in and left the bonfire pit to think up a good full name for their new little boy.

"Duncan and Courtney, you two are next!"

Chris gently placed the pink-clothed baby in it's carrier, as to not make the sensors go off, and handed it to Duncan when he and Courtney came up. "It's a girl!"

"Oh, I was hoping it'd be a girl!" Courtney cheered as she took a diaper bag from Chris. "Isn't she adorable, Duncan?"

"It's a plastic doll, Courtney," Duncan pointed out. "She looks like all the other ones in this box, even the boy ones."

"Oh, hush up and let's go think of a name for her," Courtney said, grabbing his wrist and dragging him away.

"Izzy and Owen, come on down!" Chris yelled, waving for them to come over there.

"We're coming, Bob Barker!" Izzy dragged her hefty boyfriend over to the box and yanked the carrier away from Chris. "Let's name him Carlos! Or Luther! Or Kazoo! Oh, Kazoo is a good one… Oh, I know! Malik! Malik means king in Arabic, so if we name him Malik, he'll grow up to be the King of Canada!"

"Wait, Izzy!" Owen tried calming her down. "We don't even know if it's a boy yet…" He looked at Chris and asked, "Uh… It is a boy, right?"

"Yep," Chris answered, nodding.

"Still, can't we at least talk about his name?" Owen asked, looking sad.

"Aww," She patted him on the arm with her free hand and comfortingly said, "Of course, Owen. I would never pick his name without your approval!"

Owen smiled at her and her kindness. "Aww, that's sweet! Maybe I should get you pregnant for real!"

Izzy stared at him, as did everybody else. "Even I find that weird, Owen."

Owen looked down at his feet, embarrassed. "Sorry." He grabbed their baby's bag and walked off with Izzy to discuss names.

"Zoey and Xavier, you've got a girl!"

"Yippie!" Zoey dragged Xavier up to Chris, where he handed them a slightly smaller baby, carrier and bag to make up for the difference in their tiny proportions compared to the others. Once they had everything, she dragged him away once more.

"Grace and Herbie get a boy," Chris said, holding up the boy version of what Zoey and Xavier got.

"Whoop de doo," Grace deadpanned, grabbing the bag while Herbie took the baby in it's carrier.

They walked off as Chris announced, "Geoff and Candace, a happy pair like you need a happy little girl to go along with you!"

"Awesome!" Candace ran up to Chris with Geoff close behind her and retrieved her baby. She held the carrier up higher so she could see it's face. "Aww, she has your eyes, Geoff!"

"And she has your nose!" Geoff said, poking Candace's nose, causing her to giggle. "Now let's go pick out an awesome name for her!"

"Hooray!" After Geoff grabbed the diaper bag, they ran off, too.

Chris grabbed another blue-clothed baby and said, "LeShawna and Cody. Boy, oh boy, you're getting a boy!"

"I don't really have much experience with babies," Cody nervously said, grabbing it's diaper bag. He was too afraid to hold it, so LeShawna could do that for now.

"Oh, don't worry, hun," LeShawna carefully grabbed the carrier and patted her fake husband on the shoulder. "I've babysat for a ton of the mommas in my building. I'll show you the ropes."

Cody grinned thankfully at her and they walked off.

"Marilee and Keith, time to get your baby!" Chris yelled, putting a light green-clothed baby in a matching carrier.

Keith ran up and grabbed the diaper bag. "Yeah!" Turning to Marilee, he asked, "Can we name him Jack? I've always liked the name Jack."

"We could, if it wasn't a girl…" Marilee couldn't help but smile at his goofiness.

"What? No way, that's totally a boy!"

"Uh, it really is a girl, dude," Chris stated, pulling the baby out of it's carrier.

"Prove it!" Keith yelled. Chris held the baby up to him and pulled down it's pants so that only Keith could see it.

His eyes widened and, as Chris put it's pants back on and placed it back in the carrier, he mumbled, "Okay, so it's a girl… Wow, didn't know they'd be anatomically correct…"

Marilee took the carrier after Chris handed it to her and told Keith, "C'mon, we'll work the name thing out." He nodded and followed her as she walked away.

"Selena and Zack… you two see the pattern, right? Yeah, you've got a boy."

"Aww, he's cute!" Selena cooed, picking the carrier up.

"He must get that from you," Zack suggestively said.

"Was that smooth?" Zack hopefully asked. "I sure hope that was smooth, because that's what I was trying to be…"

Selena blushed and they left the campfire pit, leaving only Heather, DJ and Chris.

"Well, well, you two are the only couple left," Chris smirked, handing them the last of the babies and bags. "It's a girl, by the way."

"Oh, that's nice." Heather smiled as she took the diaper bag, while DJ took the baby in it's carrier.

"I guess we can just talk about names here?" DJ asked. "I mean, we're the only ones left."

"Okay," Heather nodded. They wouldn't be bothered by Chris for a while, anyway. He had gone to get rid of the box and show off his cool doctor's gear to the interns.

They sat down and looked at the baby. She probably couldn't have passed as their daughter. She didn't have any Jamaican or Asian features on her. But I guess that wasn't really that important, since none of the other babies were ethnically or genetically correct. All were just Caucasian, blue-eyed little clones.

Looking back up at DJ, she asked, "Have any ideas? Honestly, nothing is coming to mind."

DJ sheepishly asked, "Can we name her Estelle? That's my grandmomma's name."

Heather grinned and cooed, "Aww, that's so sweet! And we can call her Essie for short." She patted him on the arm. "Great name, DJ!"

"Thanks," DJ said, looking back down at the baby. "What's your grandma's name?"

"Denise, but I don't think that really flows with Estelle…"

"Oh…" DJ thought for a moment, then asked, "What about her middle name?"

"Jeanette…" Heather thought about it, then smiled again and said, "Estelle Jeanette… I like it! How about you?"

"Perfect!" DJ and Heather high-fived and waited for Chris to come back so they could tell him their baby's name.

DJ looked down, noticing something for the first time. He bit his lip, trying hard not to laugh.

Heather looked at him strangely. "What's so funny?"

"I… I think Selena sat here before me."

"What's so funny about that?"

He pointed down to a small patch of dirt by his feet. Heather looked at what it was and couldn't help but find it cute.

While she was being unaware of Duncan threatening Zack, Selena has drawn a heart in the dirt and written 'S+Z' into it.

Heather looked back up at DJ and they couldn't help but laugh. "She's making it really obvious, isn't she?" Heather asked.

"Big time."

*T*S*R*

When they walked in the communal bathrooms and saw that they were alone, Grace and Herbie figured it would be a good time to name the baby in privacy. "Let's name him Wiggles!" Herbie happily cried, hugging the baby

"No!" Grace yelled, making the baby cry. "That's a stupid name! We're naming him Ben!"

Herbie comforted the baby as he cowered in fear of his new 'wife.' "Uh… Okay. Can I pick the middle name?"

"Fine," Grace seethed. "As long as it's not Wiggles…"

"Uh… Herbie tapped his chin with his free hand and suggested, "James?"

Grace calmed down. "That's actually not a bad name. Benjamin James, it is!"

"Benjamin?" Herbie asked, scratching his head. "Is that what Ben is short for?"

"Yeah." Grace gave him a suspicious look. "What'd you think it was short for?"

"Benelli," Herbie said. "That's what Izzy called the shotgun she took from Grandpa after he died…"

"Note to self: when I do get old enough to marry a boy," Grace mused, not really noticing the camera, "marry one that doesn't have a crazy big sister. I don't want to see that every Christmas!"

*T*S*R*

"I was really hoping it would be a boy," Keith whined, sitting on a rock near the woods.

Marilee rolled her eyes as she comforted the baby simulator, who had started making fussing noises. "Why, so you could teach it how to play baseball? We're only keeping this thing for three days, and even if we were keeping it forever, I doubt it would be able to do anything other than cry and pee."

"I guess you're right," Keith sighed, trying to look more optimistic. "It doesn't really make a difference. So, what should we name her?"

As the doll stopped fussing, she set it back in the carrier, sat down on a rock next to his and said, "Is it cool if her middle name is Blair? I like that name."

"Sure, why not?" Keith shrugged.

Marilee smiled and told him, "For her first name, I was thinking Jacqueline. Because that way, we could call her Jackie for short. That's sort of like Jack, right?"

Keith looked up at her and smiled. "You'd really do that for me?"

"Sure," Marilee admitted, shrugging. "You seemed to have your heart set on the name… And besides, I'm a big fan of That 70's Show…"

"Wow, Marilee's been really nice to me today, ever since we got partnered up for this baby thing," Keith mused, looking around shiftily. "It's kind of creepy."

"I guess you've noticed the sudden change in attitude from me," Marilee mumbled. "Well, you're good at observing stuff. I know this is going to sound really silly, but…" She looked down at her lap. "I guess I just don't want Keith and me to be like my parents were, always fighting and stuff. I know the baby can't actually be sad about it like I was, but replaying it wouldn't feel good at all… So if Keith's willing to be flexible, so am I."

*T*S*R*

"Anything coming to you?"

"Nothing."

Gwen sighed as she squeezed the beach sand that they were sitting on. Neither of them could think of a good name for the baby.

"Does it look like anyone you know?" Gwen asked, looking down at the simulator.

Trent took a look, too. "Yeah… the Baby Burps-a-Lot doll my mom got Grace for Christmas last year."

Gwen frowned. "We're not calling this thing 'Burps-a-Lot' for the next three days." She rested her head in her hands. "This shouldn't be so hard! We should just name it and get it over with!"

Trent patted her on the back soothingly and tried to make her feel better by saying, "You just want to pick the right name, that's all. It just shows how good of a mother you'll be when the time actually comes." He jerked away and awkwardly rubbed his neck. "Not that I'm saying that I'll be the father or anything. I mean, I could be, if you wanted me to, but-"

Before he could say anything else stupid and embarrassing, Gwen slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. "I get the idea, Trent." She lightly laughed and looked down at the baby. "Okay, name time. Um…" she looked back up at Trent. "What's your dad's name again?"

"Vincent. But Gwen, you don't have to name it after-"

"It's not like we've come up with any better ideas," Gwen pointed out, a playful smile on her face.

Trent smiled back. "Okay, but his middle name's going to be your dad's. What was it?"

Gwen frowned at the mention of her father, but answered, "Gabriel."

Trent noticed the saddened expression on Gwen's face. He probably shouldn't have brought it up, since he knew that his death still hurt her after all theses years. "Vincent Gabriel…" He shook his head. "Nah, I don't like how that flows." Truthfully, he thought it flowed just fine, but he wanted to make Gwen feel better. "Do you like Gabriel Vincent better?"

Gwen looked up at him and managed a small smile. She knew what he was trying to do. She didn't thank him out loud, but from the look in her eyes, he could tell she was thinking it. "Can we call him Gabe?"

Trent nodded. "Sure. I've always liked that name."

The Goth girl smiled. "Gabe, it is."

*T*S*R*

Duncan and Courtney sat down in the mess hall, setting the baby in the carrier on the table. "What do you want to name her?" Courtney asked her boyfriend as she looked up from the baby simulator to Duncan.

"Stupid," Duncan suggested, rolling his eyes and propping his chin in his hand. "Because that's what it is."

"Duncan, will you please take this seriously?" Courtney fumed.

"How am I supposed to take playing with dolls seriously?" Duncan asked, throwing his hands in the air angrily.

"We're not playing!" Courtney yelled, making the baby cry. "Oh, now look what you did!" She stood up, picked the doll up and lightly rocked it, trying to get it to calm down.

"What I did?" Duncan stood up, too, and glared at her. "You're the one shrieking like a banshee over there!"

This only made the simulator cry louder. "Duncan, please stop yelling," Courtney begged, comforting the baby even more. "Look, this isn't supposed to be another goofy challenge. This is real, this is what's going to happen one day when we're married!"

Duncan was silenced by that last comment and just stared at her with a blank expression on his face. Courtney blanched, realizing what she just said. The only sound was of the baby's now quieter crying. "Did… Did you just say-"

"No, no! I didn't mean it like that!" Courtney half yelled. "I just meant… Haven't you ever even considered the possibility that we could get married someday?"

He looked down at his feet and kicked a balled up napkin that had been carelessly tossed down there during breakfast. "Yeah, I guess… Have you?"

"Well…" She blushed and mumbled, "Yes. But, you know, we're pretty young, so I know it's not like set in stone or anything."

"Yeah…" Duncan looked back up at her. "But you're right. It is a possibility, so I guess we should just try to get a grip on this parenting crap in case it ever does happen." He looked back at the baby and asked, "Do you have any name ideas?"

Courtney looked down at the simulator, then back up at Duncan. "How about Michelle Jennifer?"

Duncan shrugged. "Better than anything I could come up with."

*T*S*R*

"Can we name him Malik? Pretty please, Big O?" Izzy begged, clinging onto Owen like her very life depended on it.

"Actually, the name's starting to grow on me," Owen mused, wrapping an arm around Izzy with one arm and cradling the baby simulator in the other. "So he is hereby named Malik!"

"Booyah!" Izzy smothered her boyfriend and new 'husband' with kisses, and then the baby. "Whoa, Malik tastes like plastic… I must have some squeaky toy genes in me, to balance out the Cherokee genes…"

Owen didn't seem fazed by the weird comment. "Can I pick the middle name?"

"Of course!" Izzy pried herself off of Owen and grabbed the baby, making it do a little dance. Somehow, the extra motion didn't make the doll cry. It must have been a doll that liked to dance.

"Is Jonathan okay with you?" he asked.

"Sure, but why Jonathan?"

Owen shrugged. "I dunno. With a name like 'Malik' and parents like us, don't you think he deserves something a little normal?"

Izzy cradled Malik in one arm and used her free hand to tap her chin in thought. "I guess you've got a point there…"

*T*S*R*

"Do you like the name Kylie Brooke?" Candace asked.

"Sure," Geoff agreed, nodding.

"What?" Chris asked the viewing audience, knowing they were probably confused by how short the scene was. "Were you expecting them to go on and on about their baby's name, too? C'mon, they're two of the most agreeable people on the island!"

*T*S*R*

"Do you like the name Tyson?" LeShawna asked as they walked toward the Wolves cabin.

"Um…" Cody hated to disagree, but he had to. "Not really."

"Why not?"

"It reminds me of Tyson chicken… And I hate that stuff…" He guiltily looked down and added, "But if you like it, I could always call him Ty."

LeShawna looked down at the baby and smiled. "Ty… I like it."

"Can his middle name be Luke?"

LeShawna's eyes narrowed. "It's not because you want to name him after Luke Skywalker, is it?"

"No, of course not!"

"Well… Okay then."

Cody guiltily sniggered. "It's totally because I want to name him after Luke Skywalker…"

"Where are we going?" Cody asked as they made their way to the door leading to the female Wolves' cabin.

"I'm going to check on Jovie, see if she needs anything," LeShawna explained, hand on the knob. "You'd better stay out here. I don't think she'd want anybody seeing her like this who already hasn't."

"Okay, perfectly understandable…" Cody nervously looked down at the baby LeShawna was carrying and she quickly noticed.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll keep our baby boy for now. I'm sure Jovie will be excited to meet her lil' white nephew." She laughed before opening the door and quietly stepping in. She closed the door behind her and looked at Jovie's bunk.

Her bed was covered in balled-up tissues, but she was sleeping peacefully as could be.

"Aww, ain't that just the cutest thing?" LeShawna whispered.

Jovie let out a huge, stuffed-up snore, then grunted and rolled around so her back was turned to LeShawna.

LeShawna did not look impressed. "Well, it was."

Cody, still outside and standing so LeShawna couldn't see him, yelled, "Hey, did you girls notice this big hole in your window?"

*T*S*R*

"I wanna name her London after the girl on the Suite Life of On Deck!" Zoey screamed in Xavier's face.

"And I wanna name her Alejandra after my great step-grandma, who wrestled Chihuahuas with her bare hands!" Xavier screamed in her face, looking just as angry.

"London!"

"Alejandra!"

"London!"

"Alejandra!"

"London!"

"Alejandra!"

"LONDON!"

"ALEJANDRA!"

"LON- Wait!" Zoey held her hands up, signaling for him to stop. "How about London Alejandra?"

Xavier's face lit up and he yelled, "Hooray for compromise!"

"Yeah!" Zoey hugged him and, mispronouncing what he just said, yelled, "Hooray for cobble fries! … Whatever those are!"

*T*S*R*

"Can we name him Nick?"

"No."

"Joe?"

"No."

"… Kev-"

"No!"

"You don't even know what I'm going to say!" Selena whined, stomping on the floor of the Bears cabin's patio.

"Yes, I do!" Zack told her, glaring at her. "I don't care if he isn't real, I'm not naming my son after a Jonas Brother!"

"Fine," Selena sighed, sitting down on the steps. "How about-"

"And we're not naming him after Taylor Lautner, Robert Pattinson, Dylan or Cole Sprouse, or Mitchel Musso."

Selena pouted. "Double fine, Mister No Fun. We could name him after you."

"Zack Junior?" Zack sat down with her and cocked an eyebrow. "That sounds kind of egotistical. Like, 'I'm so hacking great, my son should have the same identity as me' or something like that."

"But you're a good guy, Zack," Selena purred, wrapped her arms around him seductively. "You deserve to have something named after you, especially something that looks like a baby…"

Zack tensed up and instinctively looked around for Duncan, but he was nowhere in sight, so he relaxed and set the baby back in it's carrier, wrapping his arms around her, too. "Well… If that's what you really want…"

"And your legacy will live on for the next three days through that doll…" Selena moaned, snuggling into his chest.

"Yeah…" Zack sighed, hypnotized by her touch.

"And we can spell his name without the K, to avoid confusion between you two," she whispered, breathing heavily from being all hot and bothered.

Before she could do anything else, he realized something and said, "Wait a minute… I see what you're trying to do here!" She stopped, tensing up a little. "Nice try, sister! I'm not letting you name the baby after Zac Efron, either!"

She scooted as far away from him on the steps as possible. "Triple fine," she mumbled, pouting harder than she ever pouted before.

There was a long, angry silence, until Zack gave her an apologetic glance and suggested, "Daniel Isaac?"

Selena gave him a small smile. "Danny for short?"

He grinned. "Danny for short."

MEGAN FOX HAS WEIRD EYEBROWS. ADMIT IT.

Aww, poor Jovie is sick… :C I had to make the numbers even… And besides, I kind of have a cold myself, so I can relate…

The hat and whiskey myth actually exists. I didn't just pull that out of my butt. If you don't believe me… http :// www. grandpa pencil . net

And a Benelli is an Italian firearm. Just typed 'Ben' into the Google thing to find something and let the suggestions do the work for me... I figured that one was the most Izzy-esque.

I'll start calling the dolls 'him' and 'her' next chapter instead of 'it,' mainly because it will cause less confusion for me. And you guys don't want me to be confused, now do you?

Random guy: Yes!

Shut up!

Here's a baby cheat sheet, if you get confused. Cuz I did…:

DJ and Heather: Estelle Jeanette (Essie)

Herbie and Grace: Benjamin James (Ben)

Keith and Marilee: Jacqueline Blair (Jackie)

Trent and Gwen: Gabriel Vincent (Gabe)

Duncan and Courtney: Michelle Jennifer

Owen and Izzy: Malik Jonathan

Geoff and Candace: Kylie Brooke

Cody and LeShawna: Tyson Luke (Ty)

Xavier and Zoey: London Alejandra

Zack and Selena: Daniel Isaac (Danny)

I know most of the first and middle names don't really go together. I tried my best!