Hey. Happy New Challenge Day.

*glared down*

Yeah, you guys are still mad about the Zack thing, aren't you?

*silence*

You still are. Look, I'm not happy about it, either. It HAD to be done. And, like I said at the end of the last chapter, that was NOT the last you'll see of him.

There's a TDA quote in here, too. Hooray for plagarism :D

Anyway, onto the new challenge. Read, review and enjoy! :D

Breakfast was very quiet. And awkward.

After what had happened last night, none of them knew how to react to Selena when she finally arrived.

Marilee felt guilty for causing it. Geoff, Zoey, and all the others who had voted Zack off felt just as guilty. Even Courtney felt a little guilty, and she didn't even like Selena.

Gwen and Grace were the exception; Gwen because she was still mad at her for making Zack do all the work with the baby, and Grace because she really didn't care.

"Okay, I'm getting ready to go to breakfast," Selena explained to the camera, not expressing any general emotion. "Before I do, I just wanted to stop by and say something. Zack… I really hope you're watching right now, because what I'm going to do is all for you. You all know about my… dislike of Courtney, right? Of course you do.

"Anyway, Zack made me promise to be nicer to her, so I'm going to try and do that. Try. And I'm not doing it for me, for Courtney or even for Duncan. I'm doing it for Zack. It's the least I owe you. Miss you…" She blew a kiss to the camera and giggled.

Selena walked into the mess hall, and all the general chatter had been silenced. Selena looked around, realizing that they were all looking at her. She should have seen that coming…

"You can stop staring, guys," she told them, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm not going to explode or anything. I'm fine, okay?"

Nobody answered. She merely took that as an acceptance of her explanation. She grabbed her breakfast mush and the chatter started back up once they saw that she really wouldn't explode.

Selena took an empty seat across from Courtney. "H-Hi, Courtney."

Courtney took a look at Selena and her unusual friendliness toward her. "Hello…"

"How are you this morning?"

"Fine… Selena, are you okay?"

What, now something has to be wrong when one of us acts pleasantly toward the other? Selena screamed in her mind. Her composure on the outside, however, remained calm. "No… I'm fine."

Courtney looked very suspicious, but shrugged it off and looked around. One of their teammates was missing. She saw that Owen, scarfing down his breakfast, was next to her, so she asked, "Hey, have you seen your sister?"

Owen shook his head. "Nope, not really."

"Maybe she slept in," Gwen suggested. "She's probably tired from her date with Mr. Never-Ending-Party."

"What?" he asked, like that was the first he had heard of it. "Candace went on a date? With Geoff?"

"Yeah…" Gwen slowly said. "Why? She didn't tell you?"

"No…" Owen was silent for a minute. "My sister's dating one of my best buddies… That's… That's…" He broke out in a huge grin and yelled, "That's AWESOME!" He bolted up and ran out. "I've gotta go congratulate them! Later!"

"Well… That's not going to end well," Trent commented. "I think I have a pretty good idea of why Candace didn't tell Owen about it…"

*T*S*R*

Candace, all dressed and ready for the day, stepped outside, ready to head out to breakfast. She saw that Geoff was waiting for her outside the cabin. "Hey!" he greeted.

"Hi!" she perkily greeted back, bouncing over to him. "Whatcha doing out here?"

"Waiting to go to breakfast with you," Geoff answered, grinning.

"Aww, you're sweet," Candace giggled. "I had a lot of fun last night."

"Same here."

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time," she commented. "We should do it again sometime."

"Totally." Both smiled at each other sweetly, until a thunderous shaking of the earth interrupted their moment. They turned to find Owen charging toward them, then gathering them up in a giant bear hug.

"WHOO!" Owen yelled right in their ears. "You two are going out now, aren't you? That's awesome! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Th-This is why…" Candace managed to choke out. Owen released them and Candace blushed furiously, trying her best to bear a smile. It looked strained, though. "Owen… Geoff and I went on one date… We… We aren't technically 'going out' or anything…"

"But… You will be, right?" Owen asked.

Geoff looked just as embarrassed as Candace. "Um… I dunno, dude. We had fun, but… That doesn't mean…We might not ever-

"Nah, you totally will," Owen interrupted joyously. "Just think, Geoff…" Owen slung an arm around his shoulder. "One day, you and I will be in-laws!"

That statement almost made Geoff faint. "Uh… Yeah… That's be really… Cool."

"Owen…" Candace slowly said, trying her best to stay smiling. "Could you… You know, let us have some time alone together?"

"How can you be alone when you're together?" he asked, confuzzled. Blinking, he said, "Ooooh, I get it…" He nudged Geoff and winked. "Wink wink, nudge nudge." He chuckled and started walking off. "Don't have too much fun, you guys!"

Once he left, Geoff and Candace just stared at each other, too embarrassed to speak. "Wow… Your brother sure knows how to make a morning really…" He struggled to find the right word.

"Awkward?" Candace suggested, her smile disappearing.

"…Yeah."

"AAAHHH!"

Both turned around to find Owen running toward them, fear in his eyes. A furious Marilee was chasing him, waving a blue high heel wedge at him. "Get back here, you big, fat moron!" She jumped on his back and started beating him on his head with the shoe, his pained screams only making her hit harder.

"Marilee!" Geoff pulled his sister off of him, trying to get her to stop. "Your therapist says you're not allowed to attack people with your footwear anymore!"

"Charlie's amazing cabin didn't get burned down by that huge fart machine!" Marilee argued, still trying to hit Owen with her shoe. Luckily, Geoff was holding her back.

"Are… Are you still mad about that?" Owen whimpered, hiding behind Candace, who wasn't a very good shield for the big guy.

"No…" Marilee laughed, appearing to have calmed down. "I'm just trying to kill you with my favorite pair of wedges," Her eyes narrowed and she yelled," because the mess hall WAS OUT OF DECAF COFFEE!" She finally snapped, flinging her shoe at him. She missed miserably, but he still started bawling.

As Candace tried to calm him down, Geoff grabbed Marilee by the shoulders. "Marilee, you seriously need to chill out…"

Marilee's lips tightened into a pout. "No." She took off her other shoe, aiming at Owen's back. Geoff snatched it from her. "Hey, give that back!"

"No! If you're going to use them for wailing on my buddy, then you lose your shoe privileges for the day!" Geoff tossed the shoe behind his back to make sure she couldn't get it back from him. He heard an 'Ouch!' and more loud bawling from Owen.

Marilee couldn't help but grin. "Nice aim, bro. You didn't even have to look to hit him in the nose like that." Geoff cringed, not even daring to look behind him. "Can I have my shoes back now?"

"Fine…As long as you stop using them for evil…"

*T*S*R*

The four of them had finally started heading toward the mess hall to get their breakfast. Well, Owen wanted to get seconds… Having Marilee glare at him the entire trek there made him extra hungry.

Once Marilee had her tray of mush, she sat down and started sculpting something with it on her plate. It appeared to be Owen's head. With one mighty slam of her spoon, she managed to smash the poor oatmeal Owen into a big, mushy puddle.

"Wow… Harshness," Keith said as he saw her actions, sitting next to her with a glass of orange juice.

"Don't even talk to me," Marilee huffed, resting her chin in her hand, avoiding looking at him.

Keith took a sip of his juice, then observed her. "Marilee… What happened?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, stirring her oatmeal as a way to avoid looking at him.

"What happened yesterday… We were getting along so well." He sighed and continued, "I mean… Until we almost… And then we actually did… Well, you did, but-"

Before he could finish, someone came crashing through the window. The mystery man, who was dressed up as a police officer, jumped between the tables and took a threatening stance. "You all are under arrest!" He pulled out a very threatening object.

"He's got a gun!" Jovie screamed. The campers started freaking out and Keith was so freaked out, he dumped his entire glass of orange juice on Marilee, who was too busy hiding under the tables like everyone else to care. The only ones who stayed seated were Duncan and Izzy.

"Hey, Chris," Duncan greeted nonchalantly.

"Is that a real gun?" Izzy asked. "That's so cool! Hey, have you ever seen Wanted? Try to curve a bullet around my head! That would be sooo awesome!"

Chris got up and shrugged. "All right." He shot at her, but all that hit her was a stream of water. Izzy pouted, glaring daggers at him. "What?" He stopped soaking her forehead with his water pistol. "Did you honestly think the producers would actually let me carry around a real gun? Kids watch this show, dude!"

"What a rip-off," Izzy muttered. "You could have at least made that stream of water curve around my head…"

"What's with the get-up?" Gwen asked Chris. "Has Halloween come early this year? Or did your personal fashion consultant decide that that was a good look for you?"

"Unfortunately, no," Chris answered, tucking the water gun back in its pouch. "This very flattering police officer's uniform is all part of today's challenge. The name of the game is Prison Break!"

"We get to escape the island?" Duncan asked. "This place is very prison-like. Lousy food, terrible living arrangements. Only difference is that the toilets here aren't in our rooms and they have doors in front of them."

"No, my former Juvie punk, you will not be escaping from here," Chris started, pulling a piece of paper out of his back pocket. "You'll be escaping from the heavily guarded prison on…" He unrolled the paper, revealing the infamous neighbor island to Wawanakwa. "Boney Island!"

"Since when does Boney Island have a building of any kind on it?" Heather skeptically asked.

"Since about two days ago," Chris answered, pointing to an arrow he had added on the map to point out where the new prison was. "You guys didn't notice the faint construction noises over the past few days?"

"We thought it was a recording you played every night to annoy us," DJ admitted.

"Right…" Chris' smile disappeared. "Anyway, there will be a boat completely on the other side of the island from the prison. Your mission is to escape from jail, make it through the island without being killed, and get the most teammates- I mean, inmates- there without being captured. The boat will leave at nine o' clock tonight and take you back to the island."

"Who's capturing us?" LeShawna asked. "You?"

"C'ya right!" Chris scoffed. "No… You'll find out soon enough…" He whipped out a walkie talkie and said, "Chef, I'm gonna need backup with the fugitives in here…"

Since Chef had just been in the kitchen, he rushed out, carrying a bunch of handcuffs and two piles of clothing. He was dressed like a prison warden.

"You're going to cuff us?" Selena gasped.

"Not yet, but yeah," Chris said, grinning again. "Just until we get you guys locked up, though. You all have ten minutes to get dressed until it's time to shackle up."

Chef tossed one pile of the clothing to Duncan and the other to Geoff. "Move it, you slime balls!"

"Orange? Is that all you have?" Candace asked as she took one of the jumpsuits. "Do have anything in a robin's egg blue?" She giggled and added, "That color looks totally amazing on me."

"… No."

"BLACK AND WHITE STRIPES?" Marilee screamed, grabbing a jumpsuit from Geoff and holding it as far away from her as possible, like she thought it would bite her. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Um… no," Chris slowly responded, because he actually had to think that answer out.

*T*S*R*

The new 'prisoners' had gotten dressed. Jovie practically had to dress Marilee herself because she refused to put the ugly jumpsuit on. However, it was on her, and she had been cuffed by Chef like everybody else. Their mug shots had been taken and they were now getting on the boat one by one.

Chris was taking up most of the camera space, but there was enough room to see each camper step on the large boat that was to take them to Boney Island. He held up Candace's mug shot and told the camera, "The first inmate is Candace. Arrested for excessive smiling. We knew she must have been up to no good."

As she stepped on, he flipped to the next mug shot, which was Courtney's. "Courtney, for nagging in a non-nagging zone.

"Cody, doing time for careless baby-dropping during the last challenge.

"Inmate 4, DJ. Reckless tenderheartedness and bunny-petting. He's lucky no one died.

"Duncan… Just let your imagination wander with this one. I'm sure whatever you come up with, he did it.

"Geoff for excessive partying and abuse of the word 'dude'.

"The next inmate, Grace, is in for getting away with murder… literally." He laughed and added, "Nah, not really! But still, she could get away with it if she tried.

"Gwen's heading to the big house for indecent public Gothiness. And for making fun of me with every chance she gets.

"Next up is Heather. Arrested for changing her sinister ways. Now this show's only, like, half as dramatic! Ratings have plummeted!

"Herbie and Xavier, arrested for being very easy to confuse with each other.

"Izzy… Same thing I said about Duncan.

"Jovie, arrested for protesting against our cruelty to animals. And our contestants.

"Keith's going to the slammer for illegal flirting and eyebrow waggling. That's Cody's thing, man!

"LeShawna, for being too loud and proud.

"Marilee…" He held up her mug shot next, where she was scowling deeply, due to her ugly attire. "Arrested for a crime to fashion. Literally. She tried to kill Owen with one of her shoes…

"Speaking of Owen, he was arrested for smuggling illegal snack cakes and sodas into camp. And he didn't share them with me.

"Next up, Selena. Baby abandonment, domestic violence toward a sibling, and getting a new beau without a license, all during the last challenge! She's got quite a list!

"Trent, for exceeding the coolness limit. And having more fan girls than me.

"And finally, Zoey, who's doing her time for being far too cute. I mean, look at her! She's cuter than a puppy! I almost thought she was one when I first saw her!"

After they were all seated, Chris tucked the mug shots under his arm and hopped on the boat, it taking off as soon as he did.

*T*S*R*

"Are we there yet?" Zoey asked. She was squirming uncomfortably in her seat because she didn't like her hands being cuffed behind her back. But who would?

"No, Zoey," Selena, seated to her left, answered, not really enjoying the handcuffs either.

"… Are we there now?" Zoey asked after a few seconds.

Duncan, seated to her right, grumbled, "No, Zoey." He didn't seem to mind the handcuffs at all. It was his youngest sister's pestering that was really bugging him.

"… Are we-"

"YES, ZOEY! We're there, okay?" Duncan snapped, not being able to take her questions anymore.

Zoey looked around and blinked. She gasped, realizing they were not actually there. "Hey, you lied!"

"We're here!" Chris announced, opening the doors to the boat so they could get out.

"Oh…" Zoey blinked again, hopping off of her seat. "I guess you weren't…"

"Move it, maggots!" Chef barked, standing in the back of the line. He accidentally kicked Grace, who was last in line, and made her bump into the back of Trent's legs. She turned to the large cook and growled, right before she bit him in the shin.

"Yeouch! Get this crazy kid off me!" He shook his leg violently, but that only made her bite harder.

Trent turned around, seeing what was going on. "Grace, stop that!"

Grace did as she was told, but not before glaring up at Chef. She kept walking, while Chef stayed behind a bit to tend to his wounds.

"Man, that kid gives me the willies…" Chef shivered.

Chris cocked an eyebrow. "Wow. That says a lot about her scariness level, doesn't it?"

*T*S*R*

"Welcome to the Boney Island Correctional Center, annexes A and B!" Chris lead the group to the other end of the island, where there was a huge building, shaped like a giant V. One end of the building had an A over the entrance, with the Rabid Wolves team symbol on the door. The other end was identical, only with a B and the Killer Bears symbol. It was surrounded by a huge electrical fence that was topped off with barbed wire.

"You managed to get all this built in a mere two days?" Courtney gasped, gaping at the huge prison before them. "How did you pull that off?"

Chris smiled cheekily. "When you're Chris McLean, anything is possible. Now then, you orange suits go in the right wing. Black and White Stripes, you go in the left. You will each be locked in individual cells. It's up to you to escape and release your comrades while the wardens, being Chef and I, are on break…

"From there, you have a laser sensor system that could chop you in half to deal with, along with this electric fence, and the trek to the boat on the other side of the island… There's more to it than that, but you'll figure that out on your own soon enough… Time to lock 'em up, Cheffy!" Chris lead the Killer Bears to their side of the building, while Chef took care of the Rabid Wolves.

*T*S*R*

Once they made it all the way to the end of their side of the building, which was where the cells were, Chris unlocked their handcuffs and made sure each got into their own jail cells.

"Okay, jailbirds, now the challenge can officially begin…" Chris swung the keys around his finger smugly. "You have to manage to get each and every one of your teammates out before you can actually escape. So good luck with that. I have urgent business to attend to."

"Late for your pedicure?" Gwen asked, leaning against the metal bars, looking bored.

"No!" Chris crossed his arms and pouted. "It's a manicure…" He hung the keys to the cells up on a hook by the exit, then walked off, shutting the door behind him.

*T*S*R*

"You'll never take me alive!" Izzy shrieked, pounding on Chef's back as he flung her over his shoulder and hauled her into the cell himself, since she was refusing to go in. Even a muscular guy like Chef had trouble containing her. He threw her on the hard floor and sprinted out, locking her inside. "Your bars cannot hold me, you foolish fool!" She rattled the bars, but to no avail.

"Quiet down, you crazy cake!" Chef tossed the keys onto the hook by the exit and barked, "Y'all know what to do. Escape, get to the boat, and blah blah blah. So get choppin', maggots!" He left, slamming the door.

"… So, what the heck are we supposed to do now?" Jovie asked, running her finger along a crack in the concrete wall in her cell.

"Find a way to escape, I suppose," DJ responded, looking a little timid from being in such a scary place.

LeShawna slid down the wall she was leaning on and took a seat. She looked over at Izzy's cell, which was diagonal to hers. "Izzy, you're good at getting out of situations like this. Any ideas, girl?"

Izzy, who had calmed down after a while, tapped her chin and said, "I don't know. These cells are a lot like all the other places I've been locked up in…" She grinned wickedly. "So it shouldn't be too hard to get out." She wiggled one of the bars. "Sturdy… But not sturdy enough to hold me…" She stuck a hand down her jumpsuit and dug around, pulling out a utensil. "Luckily, I smuggled this spoon in from breakfast this morning!" She started hitting the bars with it, and the spoon snapped in two after the fifth slap. "Curses!"

"… You do realize that that was a plastic spoon, right?" Keith, in the other cell diagonal to hers, asked.

Izzy snapped her fingers and muttered, "Rats, you're right! I should have gotten a spork!"

"What you should have gotten is some Ritalin," Marilee muttered, sitting on the ground in the cell across from Izzy's, filing her nails.

Izzy stared at her. Not because she was offended, but because she had something she wanted. "Where'd you get that nail file?"

"I smuggled it in here like you did with your spoon of wonders," she responded, admiring her freshly filed nails. "I figured being in jail was murder on your nails."

"Lemme see it! Pretty please?"

Marilee shrugged, nodding. "Sure. I'm done, anyway."

She placed the file on the floor and slid it under the bars and over to Izzy's cell. The redhead snatched it and grinned wildly. As she started filing the bottom of one of the bars and said, "Don't worry, guys! Izzy will have you out in no time!"

"We're doomed," LeShawna sighed.

*T*S*R*

"I demand a lawyer!" Courtney yelled, rattling the bars of her cell. "You can't lock me up in here! I have been wrongfully imprisoned!"

Oh, my gosh. Would you shut up with your lawyer crap already, you freckle-faced pain in the butt? Instead of saying this out loud, Selena cleared her throat and calmly said, "You don't need to worry, Courtney. This is just part of the challenge. I don't think this will actually show up in any future records."

Courtney would have eyed her in suspicion, but she couldn't, since Selena was in the cell to the right of hers.

"Why is Selena being so nice to me all of the sudden?" Courtney, still dressed in her prison garb, asked. "She was never this nice to me before, not even before everybody knew she hated me." Her eyes narrowed. "She's up to something, and I'm going to find out what…"

"So, Duncan," Selena started, looking to the cell across from her, where her brother was. "Know how to get us out of here, yet?"

Duncan shook his head. "Not yet. Almost there, though. Shouldn't be too hard."

"Yeah," Heather agreed, nodding. "Good thing we've got the ex-con on our team."

"It was only juvenile detention," Duncan explained. "Don't get too excited. Juvie doesn't have laser sensors, so I'm clueless when it comes to that."

"Let's cross that bridge when we get to it," Gwen said. "Right now, we've got to figure out how we're going to get out of here."

Heather, who was in the cell next to the wall where Chris hung the keys up, thought up an idea. "Guys, I think I might be able to reach the keys!" She stood up, reaching toward the wall. She clawed toward the keys, but her arms were a few inches too short. "C'mon, c'mon…" Sighing, she stopped and sat back down. "No use."

"Are you ever of any use?" Gwen scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I really wish Gwen would stop putting me down all the time," Heather said, looking depressed. "I've apologized to her so many times, yet she's still so merciless!" Resting her chin in her hand, she sighed, "Guess it'll take more than just an apology to get her to forgive me…"

"You guys figure out what to do…" Zoey was wiggling around, the universal body language for having to go to the bathroom. "I gotta go…" She walked over to the bars and slowly poked her head through the opening. She pushed and pushed and pushed… With one final shove, she squirmed her tiny body out of the cell entirely, walking toward the exit.

The others gaped as she walked past them and toward the exit. "Zoey!" Heather gasped, getting on her knees.

Zoey looked over at her, confused as to why she was so shocked. "Do you have to go pee, too? I think your head is too big to get out like I did…"

Ignoring Gwen's laughter, Heather leaned closer to Zoey and said, "Before you… um… 'go', I need you to do something for me."

"Okay!" Zoey nodded. "What?"

"I'm going to lift you up, and you're going to reach out and grab those keys, so the rest of us can get out." Heather pointed to the keys so the younger girl could see. "Sound good?"

"Okay!" Heather grabbed her and stood up, making sure not to hit her head against her bars. She leaned forward as far as she could toward the wall, extending Zoey toward the keys. She grabbed them with ease and Heather placed her back down so she could grab the keys. As the raven haired teen unlocked her cell and slid the bars away, the rest of their team cheered.

"Way to go, Zoey!" Heather headed toward Trent's cell and unlocked it. "You saved the day!"

"Can I go now?"

"Sure, we'll catch up with you later," Duncan said after he stepped out of his cell, which had just been unlocked by Heather.

"Wait, she can't be running around alone!" Courtney protested, while Heather unlocked her and released her. "I'll go with her…"

She ran over, opened the door, and Zoey sprinted out of there and toward the nearest bathroom, Courtney not far behind her, telling her to slow down.

"Great idea, Courtney!" Selena yelled as they scurried off, a forced smile on her face. "You such a considerate and valuable member of this team!"

*T*S*R*

After filing for a very long time, Izzy finally managed to get through enough so she could do something. She flung the nail file back to Marilee and laid on her back, propping herself with her arms so she could see what she was doing.. Rearing her legs back, she started rapidly kicking the bar. It bent a little farther back with each kick, and she kept kicking until it was back far enough for her to crawl through the opening.

Izzy sprinted over to the set of keys and swiped them from the hook. "Victory belongs to E-Scope!"

"E-Scope?" Geoff questioned. "Where did that come from?"

Izzy shrugged as she unlocked his cell. "It's short for Kaleidoscope. I tried to get that new name started at the end of last season. It never caught on." She slid the door open and added, "I'm trying to get it started back up this time around!"

Izzy ran over to the next cell and Geoff stepped out, not really knowing how to respond to that. "Uh… Okay, cool."

*T*S*R*

After Heather unlocked Gwen's cell, who only grunted in gratitude, the freshly released campers ran out the door and down the corridor, until they reached an array of criss-crossed laser sensors.

Courtney and Zoey, with an empty bladder, caught up to them. "Ooooh, those are pretty," Zoey commented, walking toward them.

"Zoey, no!" Courtney grabbed her by the wrist, keeping her away from the lasers. "Those things could hurt you!" She looked up at her boyfriend and asked, "Any ideas, Duncan?"

Duncan shrugged. "I have about as many as you do. I've never even dealt with something like this before."

"What?" Owen gasped in surprise. "You mean there have never been sensors like this at the banks you've robbed or the jewelry stores you've heisted?"

Duncan looked at him like he was insane. "Dude, I'm a juvenile delinquent, not Al Capone."

Squinting his eyes, Cody noticed something by the exit on the other side of the sensors. "Hey, look!" He pointed to a huge switch by the door. "That must turn them off."

"How are we supposed to get over there to flip the switch?" Trent asked.

Candace scratched her chin, observing the sensors. She held her hands out, forming a square with her fingers and shut one eye, as if focusing extremely hard on the beams of dangerous light before her. She smirked, snapping her fingers. "I've got it!" She started stretching while the others stared at her, wondering what the heck she was doing. The strawberry blonde stood up straight again and started taking deep even breaths to brace herself for what she was about to do. She put on a big, cheerleader-like smile and clapped her hands. "Ready? Okay!"

"You're going to cheerlead your way across those lasers?" Duncan cocked his unibrow and added, "Nice knowing you, sunshine…"

Candace braced herself, then started running toward the lasers. As soon as she got to the first laser, she started doing some back flips, gracefully missing each and every laser she passed. In mid air, she tucked her knees into her torso, gliding past the more tightly packed sensors. She untucked her knees, ended with a toe touch jump and landed on the other side of the lasers with a split.

There was not a jaw in the entire corridor that was not dropped.

Candace made her way back onto her feet and flipped the switch. Her teammates didn't budge. "What?" she giggled, flipping her high ponytail. "Haven't you ever seen a girl hurkey her way across a laser sensor system?"

"… I can honestly say I haven't," Duncan responded, gaping. He couldn't help but look impressed, however.

"Whoa, and I always thought Candace was just a pretty face," Duncan mused. "Girl's got guts and bounce. It would have been better if it had been Courtney, though…" He smirked as he considered the thought. "Oh, yeah. That would have been niiice…"

*T*S*R*

After Izzy had released them all, the Rabid Wolves raced down their corridor and skidded to a halt once they reached their set of bright red lasers.

"Know how to get us through this one, sis?" Xavier asked Izzy.

Herbie yanked a hair out of his head and wandered toward the first beam. He dropped the hair watched it sizzle as it hit the laser. "Yeah, this looks pretty bad…"

"Maybe…" Izzy tapped her chin, thinking. "Maybe one of us could, like, flip their way through the cracks between the lasers. And maybe do some cool tucky flippy things, almost like some wicked cheerleading routine!"

"Izzy," LeShawna started, putting her hands on her hips. "That has got to be one of the craziest, most dangerous, totally impossible maneuvering techniques I have ever heard. Seriously, how do you come up with this stuff? That sounds like something from a bad fanfic written by some freaky little white girl!"

Marilee, looking deep in thought, got on her knees and felt the ground. The floors were new, since the building had just been built several days ago, so they were very smooth. She then looked at the lasers. They were about two feet above the ground; too short for somebody, even Herbie or Xavier, to crawl through. She stood back up and walked away from the group, back toward where they had started.

Geoff looked to the side, noticing his sister was gone. "Mari?" He turned around and saw her walking away. "Hey, where ya going, sis?"

Marilee didn't stop, turn around, or even answer him. Once she reached the end of the corridor, right by the entrance to the wing that contained their cells, she turned around, a determined look on her face. She started charging toward them again, which attracted the attention of her entire team. After she was about five feet away, she flopped onto her belly and, arms stretch out in front of her, slid under the lasers perfectly. There was a small sizzle heard, but Marilee made it successfully to the other side with out harming herself.

As her teammates cheered for her, she stood up and turned her back to them to flip the switch to the security system. The entire group gasped as they saw the lasers had affected her in a way she hadn't noticed. In a very comical way. There was much lip biting and mouth covering as to control themselves from laughing. It was finally too much for them and they gave up their self control, practically falling to the ground laughing.

Once she turned the sensor system off, Marilee heard their giggles and turned around to look at them. "What? What's so funny?"

The camera panned into on her backside, revealing that one of the lasers had gotten too close to her and had singed the seat of her jumpsuit and exposing her butt completely.

"C'mon, tell me what's so funny!" Marilee pleaded, looking upset that she wasn't in on whatever the joke was.

"No… No, it's nothing," DJ laughed, wiping a tear away.

"Yeah…" Jovie nodded, giggling. "We all just need to calm down and… turn the other cheek!"

The entire team, sans Marilee, burst out into another fit of laughter, only confusing Marilee even more.

"Yeah… Whatever, Chuckleheads…." Marilee kicked the door open, and motioned for her teammates to get a move on. "Let's get out of here! It got really drafty in here all of the sudden…" That, plus seeing her turn around again, only made them laugh even harder. However, they followed her out of the building, trying to figure out how long it would be before she found out what had happened to her… assets.

*T*S*R*

Meanwhile, in a nearby watch tower, Chris was talking to an older gentleman, who looked gruff, rough and tough, like a retired police officer. He was wearing a camouflage vest over a black t-shirt, a pair of baggy cargo pants, and a cap that said RCMP on it, his graying hair poking out from under it. The two were looking at a monitor, which displayed the Rabid Wolves leaving the prison and heading into one side of the forest and the Killer Bears using Owen as a ram for their door. Once they let him down, they headed into the other side of the woods, with a dazed Owen wobbling close behind them. Sirens blared as they made their escape.

"Oops… I forgot to close the door to the electric fence." Chris shrugged. "Oh well. That was just a lawsuit waiting to happen, anyway." He turned to the former RCMP Mountie and grinned. "Okay, Ron… Looks like our convicts have escaped. You know what to do, right?"

"Get 'em, shoot 'em, bring 'em to that there building," Ron gruffly answered, pointing his paintball gun down to the dinky shack under the watch tower.

"Awesome, I knew it was a good idea to get a retired officer from the RCMP to do this," Chris said, still grinning.

Ron scratched his stubble and smirked a toothy smirk, revealing his yellow teeth. "You said that O'Hannigan girl is gonna be one of 'em, right?"

Chris nodded. "That's right, Izzy's going to be one of them. And she'll definitely be the hardest one to catch…"

"I love a challenge," Ron admitted, still smiling. "Y'know, no one has ever been able to catch her. Not even the best of 'em in the Force. If I were to take her down, I'd go down as the greatest Mountie, retired or not, in Royal Canadian Mounted Police history…"

"Yeah. That's great," Chris muttered, totally not interested. "Look, I'll just leave you to it, buddy. Chef's down there, too. He's gonna help you out."

He walked toward the exit, but before he could, Ron asked, "Where do you think you're gong, pretty boy?"

"Look, I'm already late enough for my manicure as it is," Chris explained, holding his hand out to Ron. "Look at these cuticles! I'm shocked that I even appeared on camera with them in this condition!" He lifted the trap door and made his way down the ladder.

Ron shook his head and grabbed his binoculars. "They just don't make men like they used to anymore…"

Chris is so manly… XD

What will happen next chapter? Who will Ron capture first? Will Selena be able to keep up with this nicer attitude toward Courtney? Will Marilee find out about her exposed 'assets'? Will Chris get a pedi to go with his mani? Find out the answers to these question, and more, in the next chapter of TOTAL. SIBLING. RIVALRY!