Sorry this took so long. I started writing, but halfway through I didn't like the challenge as much, so I scrapped most of it, except for the beginning with Candace and Marilee, and yadda yadda yadda. At least you get something decent.

I need to explain something real quick. TDDDDI did happen in the TSR universe. Only difference is that the money landed in the lake and got eaten by the shark, but nobody else landed in the lake, so it was a draw. Chris got all mad and only agreed to let them earn half back next time around, for those who qualified. He determined the contestants for this season by the number of sibling they had and their personalities, and the rest is history… You sorta need to know that for later on in the chapter…

Real quick, here's a refresher on the new teams, cuz even I found myself confused while writing…

Raving Ravens: Candace, Cody, Courtney, Gwen, Jovie, LeShawna

Fighting Ferrets: DJ, Duncan, Geoff, Grace, Marilee, Selena, Trent, Zoey

New challenge day! Enjoy!

((And sorry, not much couple-ishness of any kind in here, there will be next chapter, kthnx))

After Candace had taken her insulin shot for the day, she stepped out of the medical tent, shielding her eyes from the bright sun. She had been stuck in the bleak tent all night and had practically forgotten how bright the sun was. However, she wasn't blinded enough to not see Marilee walked toward her.

"I think it's cool that Candace is dating Geoff now." Marilee filed her nails, not paying any mind to the camera. "She's way better for him than that slut of a heartbreaker Bridgette." She tucked the file back in her pocket and crossed her arms. "No offence or anything, Keith, but I guess we can't control who we're related to. Take me and Duke, for example," she commented with a smirk.

"Hey, look who's not all sweaty and sickish anymore," Marilee said with a small grin.

"Hi," Candace greeted, smiling sweetly. "Geoff told me what happened with Keith. I'm really sorry."

"Of course he did," the blonde grumbled. "He told me about you two getting together."

Candace rolled her eyes. "According to Courtney, he told everybody."

Marilee raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on her hip. "You don't seem that happy about it. I figured you'd be grinning so hard, you'd have to stay in there longer so Chef could snap your jaw back into place..."

The cheerleader sheepishly shrugged, then admitted, "I didn't want to make you feel bad… Y'know, with Keith and all. And Geoff is your brother, so I thought you wouldn't want to chat about it or anything."

Marilee rolled her eyes and joked, "I'm cool with it as long as you don't get him pregnant."

The two laughed as they headed toward the mess hall, but not before Marilee made a stop at the Confession Can.

"Am I sad about Keith leaving?" Marilee nodded. "Of course. Can I survive without him?" She rolled her eyes. "Um, once again, of course! I'm not gonna mope about it forever." She clenched a fist and said, "I am a strong, independent young woman! I'm going to win this whether he's supporting me here or at Playa de Losers!" She pressed her ear against the wall of the outhouse to make sure no one was listening outside and then added, "But I miss you, puddin' pop!" and blew a kiss to the camera.

Once they reached the mess hall, they went to their separate tables and started eating their disgusting breakfast. Candace took one last glance at her friend before taking a seat between Courtney and Jovie. "She's trying not to show how sad she is," Candace stated. "Poor girl."

"Maybe she really isn't that torn up about it," Cody, seated across from her, suggested as he poked his meal with a spork.

"Or maybe she doesn't want to let it mess up her game," LeShawna said, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"Or maybe I'm right," Candace stubbornly said, a cute pout on her lips. "She really liked him. She can't just be over him leaving!"

"Just because she's a teenager doesn't means he has to be all full of angst about being away from her boyfriend for more than twenty minutes," Gwen pointed out. "Please don't tell me you're going to be all clingy with Geoff now…"

Candace waved a dismissive hand. "After what happened with Bridgette, I think Geoff will want to take it slow. And I'm totally cool with that. But I still feel sorry for Marilee. She must be devastated…"

The Raving Ravens all looked over at the Fighting Ferrets table to see them all burst out laughing at something DJ had said, Marilee laughing the hardest. As she leaned against Selena to keep herself from falling on the floor and continued to laugh with the others, Gwen rolled her eyes and sarcastically mumbled, "How has she not jumped off the cliff in a fit of depression yet?"

Candace blinked, then sighed, "Well, I've been wrong before… Out of curiosity, which one of you hit Keith, anyway? I know it wasn't me or Courtney."

"Wasn't me," LeShawna said.

"Me neither," Gwen said, looking over at Jovie, who was slumping in her seat and picking at her bowl of slop. "You've been pretty quiet this morning… Is something-"

"Okay, I did it!" Jovie exclaimed, covering her face in shame. "He's gone because of me!"

"What's the big deal?" Cody asked. "You seemed happy about it yesterday."

"Because I didn't know he was the only one who got shot!" She rested her head on the table. "That's what I get for going against my principles…"

"You were just helping your team," Courtney said, finally speaking up. "Marilee should understand that."

"I don't blame Jovie for being a little freaked," LeShawna admitted, patting her sister on the back. "Who knows how she'd react if she found out! I swear, that girl must be bipolar or something."

"Oh, my cousin Taylor's the same way," Candace piped up.

"Really?" Jovie asked, lifting her head from the table to look at her.

Candace nodded. "Yeah. Though I don't think it applies to Marilee," she told LeShawna. "Marilee doesn't like boys and girls, only boys." The other teammates exchanged glances and once Candace saw how they were looking at her, she quietly asked, "Didn't you say 'bisexual'?"

LeShawna shook her head. "Bipolar."

Candace slumped. "Oh. Never mind…"

Suddenly, Chris walked in, looking as smug as ever. "Campers, are you ready for today's challenge?"

"Of course not," Gwen grumpily said. "Are we ever ready for your torture?"

"Worry not!" Chris crossed his arms behind his back and said, "For once, today's challenge will actually help out somebody." Gwen was about to speak, but Chris beat her to it and said, "Somebody besides me. This challenge is all about charity."

"Seriously?" Gwen raised an eyebrow, eyes wide. "Wow. I'm actually impressed."

"Yeah!" Candace grinned. "That's really nice of you!"

"Actually, the producers are making me do it," Chris mumbled, brows furrowing in frustration. "After the whole thing with Candace last time, they said this show needs more humanity."

"Are you sure they didn't say insanity?" Geoff asked. "Or profanity?" He scratched his head and added, "I know I always get those words mixed up…"

Ignoring Geoff, Chris continued, "Anyway, the winner for today will be determined by whoever raises the most money for charity and-"

"What charity?" Jovie asked. "Is it PETA?" She suddenly got more excited and, grinning, said, "I love PETA! They do such great things for those sweet little animals!"

Chris gave her a look and rolled his eyes. "Yes. Because I was so negligent about Candace's type one diabetes yesterday, we're raising money for PETA…"

Jovie could have sensed his sarcasm a mile away, so she shrank back in her seat and mumbled, "Okay, okay… It was just a question…"

"Obviously," Chris continued, "we'll be raising money for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation." He looked at Candace, putting his fake host-like grin back on. "You're welcome."

"I can't help but feel weird when people talk about yesterday," Candace admitted, looking uncomfortable. However, she still kept a small smile on her face. "And Chris may being acting sort of jerkish about yesterday, even though he could have helped and all, but at least he's making us do a challenge that could help people!" She scratched the back of her head and grumbled, "Even though the producers are making him do it…"

"And how are we supposed to get this money?" Courtney asked. "The only people on this island are the contestants, the interns, you and Chef." She crossed her arms and continued, "You and Chef won't give us anything, the interns are interns, so they don't even get paid, and I'm pretty sure none of us have any money."

DJ dug around in the pocket of his shorts, pulling out a crumpled bill. "I've got five dollars," he said, right before Zoey quick snatched it from him.

She waved the money above her head and cried, "We win!"

"Not quite," Chris said, making the little girl droop in disappointment. As she gave DJ his money back, the host added, "For this challenge, you guys will be going to the big city!"

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Duncan said, a cocky grin on his face. "The city's my turf. We'll win, no prob."

"Duncan's always going on about how the city is 'his turf' or something," Selena said, air quoting 'his turf'. "We grew up in the suburbs! Who does he think he's kidding?" She tapped her chin. "Then again, he'd always sneak off and cause mayhem… He could have snuck off to the city for all I know. Dad never tells me what he does. Says they're not appropriate to talk about to someone my age… He also says they're not even appropriate for someone his age to be discussing…"

*T*S*R*

"Why'd we have to take a plane?" LeShawna yelled at Chris over the roar of the engine of the junky plane they were flying in.

Chris, gripping a metal bar in front of the small passenger's room, rolled his eyes and yelled, "What, were you planning on skateboarding off an island in the middle of a lake?"

"Camp Wawanakwa isn't even on an island!" Courtney shouted, narrowing her eyes at him.

The host's eyes widened and he was silent for a moment, making it easy to hear a piece of the plane fall off from the outside. He suddenly laughed it off. "Wh-What? Of course it is!"

Tamyra, who was seated up front near Chris with the other interns, crossed her arms, not buying it. "Courtney found out the camp was right next to civilization during the special. Did you think we'd all just forget about that?"

"Uh…" To avoid letting anything else slip, he looked out the window. It was lucky he did, because if not, they would have missed their landing spot. "Time to get off, campers!"

DJ quickly looked out his window, not seeing anything. "Uh, I don't see an airport…"

"This hunk of garbage isn't part of an official airline!" Chris exclaimed, quickly dodging a heavy piece of metal that fell from the ceiling. "We can't land at an airport!"

"Where are we landing then?" Jovie asked.

"Here!" Chris cried out. "Everyone stand up!"

Every one of the siblings did, but none of them moved. "You're making all of us jump out of the plane?" DJ cried, completely freaked out.

Chris attached himself to the wall he was standing by with a huge, strap-like seatbelt and told him, "No, you guys are jumping out!"

As the interns strapped on their seatbelts and clung onto the cheap benches they were seated on, Cody worriedly asked, "Aren't you going to at least give us parachutes?"

As the roar of the engine and the propellers got louder, Chris yelled, "We spent all the money in today's budget on renting this plane! We're doing this World War I style!"

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Selena asked, "What's that supposed to-"

Before she was able to finish, the entire plane titled toward the door that Chris slid open, and the contestants hastily fell out soon after. As soon as their feet left the semi-safety of the plane floor, each contestant let out loud screams, plummeting to what they assumed to be their death. As they got closer to the ground, they expected to face plant on pavement. Instead, they landed on something… soft?

Once getting over the overall shock, Gwen lifted herself, only to find her, Cody, and Jovie lying on a cushy mattress. She looked ahead of her, seeing nothing but grass. As she rubbed her head, she said, "Last time I checked, Toronto looked nothing like this…"

Cody sat up, too, looking in the opposite direction Gwen was looking in. "Huh." Cody pointed to a dumpy building nearby that had a sign that read Abandoned Mattress Factory and said, "That was pretty convenient."

As Jovie sat up, the three looked around to see the others scattered around on several other mattresses, all of them looking around in confusion. Slowly but surely, each of them got on their feet, seeing nothing but the old factory, their mattresses, tall grass and dirt. "Why are there mattresses outside the factory?" LeShawna asked, not expecting an answer from anyone.

Suddenly, a strong wind started whipping their hair and blowing dust in their faces as the dilapidated plane landed about fifty feet away. Chris, Chef, and a few of the interns hopped out and headed toward the siblings.

"Dude!" Selena yelled at Chris in frustration. "Why couldn't you just let us get off after you guys landed?"

"That ain't no fun!" Chef exclaimed, making the blonde hide behind Trent in fear.

"Neither is being stranded by a hilariously-named dump," LeShawna told him, standing up from the mattress she had shared with DJ and Candace. "Why aren't we in Toronto?"

"Oh, did I not mention the first part of the challenge?" Chris said with a smirk. "Just letting you fundraise would be way too easy! In order to get to the city to earn the money, you're going to have to get there first!"

"You expect us to walk to Toronto?" Duncan asked, anger clear in his tone. "Seriously?"

"Calm down, you pansies!" Chef barked, shoving Duncan aside. "It's only a couple of miles!"

"I still think it's too far for them to walk there from here," Tamyra said, walking up to Chris and crossing her arms. "I don't see how this contributes to the challenge for the day at all."

"It's mostly just to make Chris happy," the host explained, pointing to himself and smiling.

"Since when does Chris refer to himself in the third person?" Tamyra asked, tapping her chin. She shrugged. "Maybe he misses Izzy…" She laughed and muttered, "Nah, Chris doesn't have emotions other than sadism… If sadism is an emotion…"

"And it's not like I'm leaving them empty handed," Chris told her, sticking up for himself. He turned to the competitors, who had all stood up by this point and announced, "Each team will get an item to help them out with their efforts. For yesterday's winners, the Raving Ravens, you'll get…" Marina ran from the plane to Chris, handing him the prize, which he promptly yelled, "THIS MEGAPHONE!" into. He took his hand off the button and it made a small squawking sound, causing them all to cringe in pain from the noise. He tossed it to Courtney, who was still recovering from the horrible noise their prize has made.

"What do we get?" Trent asked.

"It's probably half a roll of Mentos, knowing Chris and his consolation prizes," Duncan muttered, finally getting up after Chef shoved him down.

Chris furrowed his eyebrows. "Hey, gimme some credit! I got you something slightly better than that!" Pulling half a roll of mint Mentos out of his pocket, he popped two in his mouth and mumbled, "'Sides, these are mine and I'm not sharing…" Tucking the tube back in his pocket, he continued, "Anyway, your prize is…" After pausing for a moment, he looked back at the plane with a frown. "Holly! Mia! Bring that stupid thing out here!"

"He is not stupid!" Marina snapped, offended by that comment. "He's amazing no matter what you say!"

"We're getting a dude?" Selena asked. She paused. "… Is he hot?"

Selena cringed. "Sorry, Zack… You know how bad I am at thinking before I say stuff!"

"Unless you're into bestiality, then no," Chris answered, still looking back at the rickety plane. Before he could yell at the two other interns once more, a scruffy-looking goat slowly trotted out with Holly and Mia walking slowly behind it to make sure it didn't run off.

"… A goat?" Marilee mumbled, staring at the creature blankly as Holly handed the end of his rope leash to her.

"Yay!" Zoey cheered, running up to the goat and hugging him around his neck. "I'm gonna name you Chester!" The goat let out a long bleat, as if to greet her.

Marilee rolled her eyes. "We would have been better off with the Mentos."

Chris instinctively put a hand over the shirt pocket where his Mentos were and yelled, "I just told you guys you aren't getting any of them!" He cleared his throat and said, "But both of these prizes have their advantages, that's for sure."

"Yeah, our advantage is we have a convenient walking trash can after we finish our lunch," Marilee grumbled, shooing the goat away as it tried chewing on his rope leash.

"Wait, what are we doing for lunch?" DJ asked. "We can't eat at the mess hall from here."

"I'm glad you asked, DJ," Chris said as he pulled two bills out of his pants pocket, handing one to Geoff and one to Candace. "That should be enough money for lunch…"

Candace smiled one she received the money, but it faltered slightly when she took a better look at it. "Chris? This is only ten bucks."

"I know." Chris grinned his fake, reality-show host grin. "Enjoy."

"Chris, any decent meal costs at least five dollars per person," Courtney stated, not looking pleased. "And we have six people on our team!"

"We have eight!" Duncan exclaimed.

Chris gave them both a look and told them, "It's called McDonald's, people. They have a Dollar Menu. Go crazy!"

"McDonald's?" Jovie fumed. "Do the gluttonous creeps who eat there on a daily basis have any idea how many animals they consume from just one meal there?" She crossed her arms in a huff and grumbled, "I hear they inject meat- beef extract, to be exact- into the fries. The fries!" She shakes her head and says, "Then again, I saw that online somewhere… Probably wasn't that reliable of a resource." Jovie tapped her chin, then added, "I guess if you want to eat meat though, it's okay to eat there every once in a while. It's still not at all healthy, but I've been trying to be more open-minded lately. I'm still not that good, as you can see. Like getting Keith booted off and-" After pausing for a moment, she scratched the back of her head and muttered, "How long have I been in here again?"

As Tamyra and Marina finished setting up the starting line banner over the road they had landed close to, Chris looked back at it, shocked that they had set it up so fast. "Wow, you girls work quick."

"Quickly," Courtney corrected him.

"This is not the time for a grammar lesson, Courtney," Chris muttered, not impressed.

Ignoring Courtney and Chris' last comments, Tamyra got down from the ladder she was on and scratched the back of her head. "Well, we had plenty of time to do it during Jovie's time in the Confession Can…"

"Speaking of which…" Trent turned toward the outhouse Jovie had just exited, which was a few hundred yards away. "Why is there an outhouse with a camera in it in the middle of nowhere?"

"I had a few set up along the road," Chris said, pointing to the road, where little flecks could be seen alongside it. "Y'know, in case you needed to whine about this challenge, and we all know you will…" Everybody slowly, but surely nodded in agreement. "Okay teams, line up!" Each group gathered under the starting banner, and Chris added, "You have sixty seconds to strategize, starting… NOW!"

The Raving Ravens huddled and Gwen said, "I say we start out running at first, then slow down midway so we don't tire ourselves out before the real challenge even starts."

"Good idea, Gwen," Cody encouragingly said, flashing her a big smile.

"I'm still dating Trent, you know," she said, glaring at him as he shrunk back from her glare.

"Why does Gwen think everything I say to her is some desperate plea to get her to like me a little more?" Cody asked. After mulling over it for a moment, he grumbled, "Because they are…" He sighed, then said, "I really need to quit trying so hard to get a girlfriend in the competition, especially one who's dating my friend... I'm just going to end up losing my friends…"

The Fighting Ferrets had huddled as well, trying to come up with a decent plan. "I think we should just walk," Duncan said. "Toronto's big enough for all of us. No need to bust our humps to get there."

Marilee, who was across from him, tapped her chin and said, "I never thought I'd agree with you, but that's not a bad idea, Caliver…"

Geoff, tongue stuck out in a ridiculous yet thoughtful manner, suddenly thought of something. Separating from the huddle, he ran over to Chester and exclaimed, "I've got a better idea, guys!"

*T*S*R*

"Yeah," Duncan sarcastically said, looking down at his team captain. "This was a great idea, Geoff…"

When the sixty seconds was up, the Raving Ravens had sprinted off while Trent, Geoff and DJ had managed to seat themselves on their goat's back. Marilee was sitting on Geoff's shoulders, Duncan on DJ's, and Selena on Duncan's. Zoey, for some reason, was seated on Trent's head.

"We'll travel faster this way," Geoff reassured him, trying to keep himself from falling off of Chester's back.

DJ tried to say something, but it came out muffled because in order to avoid falling off Chester's back, he had to scoot pretty close to Geoff. That also meant his entire face had to be buried in Marilee's butt, making it uncomfortable for both of them.

Wriggling on Geoff's shoulders a bit, Marilee tried not to think about the location of DJ's face and complained, "With all the time we spent situating ourselves on this walking garbage disposal, we could have walked to Toronto by now!" She grumbled something barely audible to herself, then looked ahead and added, "Besides, the Ravens have already got a good head start…"

"Why can't I ride with you guys?" Grace yelled, currently being lifted off the ground by the goat's teeth, which had a good hold on the back of her orange short-sleeved sweater.

"Sorry," Trent said, his guilt clear in his expression. "There's really no more room…"

"There wasn't any room when DJ got on, but that didn't stop you guys!" She pouted for a moment, then asked, "Why does Zoey get to sit on you and not me?"

"She's allergic to goats," Selena explained, almost making Duncan and DJ teeter over from her sudden movement.

"Since when?" Duncan asked, grunting as she shifted her weight slightly.

Selena leaned down a little to whisper in his ear, "Since I thought it'd be funnier to see someone else's life literally dangling by a thread instead of our sister's…"

Duncan looked up at her, eyebrow raised, then gave her a dismissive grunt and said, "I actually have to agree with you on that one…"

Grace furrowed her eyebrows, not buying it. "Bu-But she hugged him and-"

"Why haven't we started going yet?" Selena called out to Trent, unintentionally interrupting Grace. "I thought you had your motorcycle license!"

Trent, who had been scratching his chin in thought, said, "Driving a motorcycle isn't exactly an equivalent to driving a goat, Selena…"

"I wish we had gotten a motorcycle! This dumb goat's never going to go fast enough to catch them!" Marilee continued, gripping to the sides of Geoff's face to keep herself from falling off.

"His name is Chester!" Zoey yelled, almost falling off of Trent's head.

Trent, who had been trying to figure out how to steer a goat, gripped the horns of the goat and tugged back slightly. The smelly animal instantly zipped away, the people on his back gripping tightly to each other to keep themselves from flying off.

"I never knew goats could run at lightning speed, especially when it's carrying seven people on its back and an eighth one in its mouth," DJ said, extremely confused. He tapped his chin and mused, "I wonder if Bunny could do that…"

"Do steroids work on goats?" Duncan asked. "That's the only explanation I can come up with…"

*T*S*R*

"We got such a big head start," Cody said with a grin. "We'll beat them there for sure."

Courtney looked behind her back, seeing nothing but the road and the grass. They had slowed down from a sprint to a walk, seeing how far behind the other team was. "You'd think those idiots would have done what we did and just drag the stupid goat behind them."

Gwen shook her head. "It's not like that goat could actually hold all of them, let alone move with any of them…" Her lips tightened in a straight line and she added, "I hate to agree with Courtney, especially since Trent is on that team, but they really are idiots…" Courtney glared at her for her previous comment about her, but quickly looked ahead at the road again.

"With Geoff as their main captain, what do you expect?" LeShawna asked with a giggle. She looked over at Candace and, with a cringe, said, "No offense, girl."

Rolling her eyes, Candace muttered, "Yeah, adding that after saying it makes me feel less offended…" When she tossed her head back to smirk at LeShawna, she couldn't help but notice a small speck on the horizon behind them. "I think a car's coming, you guys…"

Cody looked back too. "Yeah, let's get out of the way. It's going awfully fast…"

As Cody and Candace stepped to the side of the road, Jovie, Gwen, LeShawna and Courtney stopped right smack in the middle of the road, looking at the speck.

"That doesn't look like a car," Gwen mumbled. "Is it a bus or a van or something?"

Squinting her eyes to get a good look at it, LeShawna shook her head. "Uh-uh. It's…"

Once the speck got closer and they could tell what it was, it perplexed all of them to no end.

"Are. You. Serious?" Courtney deadpanned, eyes still widening.

Panicking from the oncoming passengers and their strangely speedy mode of transportation, LeShawna grabbed Gwen and Jovie by their wrists and dragged them behind her as she ran off the road in a flash. Courtney, momentarily frozen in fear, was only able to jump out of the way a mere several seconds before their enemies whizzed by on their goat.

"Go, Chester, go!" Zoey cried out, gripping the sides of Trent's head to avoid flying off.

"Eat our goat's dust, losers!" Duncan shouted, thrusting his fists in the air and almost toppling them all over.

Lifting herself off the ground and dusting herself off, Courtney looked far from pleased. "How could a simple barn animal go at lightning speed with EIGHT people riding on its back?"

Straightening her shoulder length black hair, which had been tousled by the wind after the goat flew by her, Jovie grumbled, "Technically, he was carrying the eighth one in his mouth."

"No time to argue!" Gwen told them as she watched the Fighting Ferrets ride out of sight. "We need to catch up to them, and fast…"

*T*S*R*

"This is a pretty nice limo," Tamyra commented, pushing one of the buttons by her seat, making the window by Holly roll down.

Chris proudly grinned. "Best limo we could rent." He crossed his arms behind his head in relaxation and said, "We had to tap into the Arts and Craft budget a bit for it, but the kids aren't going to miss making lame friendship bracelets and crappy heart-shaped bowls in their spare time…"

"I still think it would have been easier for everyone if we had just landed in an airport by Toronto, though."

Chris, pulling a thing of macadamia nuts out of the mini fridge, shrugged and popped a few macadamias into his mouth. "What fun would that be?"

Holly looked up from her Twilight book and out the recently opened window. All she saw was the grass until something whizzed by, stirring up a huge gush of wind in through the window.

"What the heck was that?" Mia asked, fixing her now messed-up hair.

"I think it was the Volturi!" Holly screamed, hugging her book tightly to her chest. A few of them tossed her strange looks.

"Then why did it smell like…" Marina sniffed the air, then waved a hand in front of her nose and finished, "a barn?"

*T*S*R*

"Are we there yet?" Zoey asked as Chester slowed down a smidge.

"No, Zoey," Selena said, playing with Duncan's fauxhawk out of boredom.

"Are we there yet?" Zoey asked again after several seconds.

"No, Zoey," Duncan irritably told her, batting Selena's hand away from his hair.

"… Are we-"

"NO, ZOEY!" everyone but Zoey yelled, tired of her constant questioning.

She looked shocked for a moment, but then crossed her arms and pouted. "Okay, golly… A no woulda been okay…"

*T*S*R*

"Where are we, anyway?" Cody asked, looking at their surroundings as they raced to catch up to the Fighting Ferrets and Chester the goat. "All I see is the road, a bunch of trees, and the grass."

"According to Chris, we're on the outskirts of Toronto… But I'd say we're even farther away from it than that," Gwen panted, squinting to try and find the other team. "They've got such a lead now… God, why didn't we get the stupid goat?"

"Relax," Courtney shakily said, trying to catch her breath, talk and run at the same time. "They may get there before us, but after that, their advantage is completely gone!" She held up the megaphone and continued, "Do you know how useful this will be for fundraising? And those morons will be stuck dragging that stupid goat around for the rest of the day!"

"Okay, could y'all please stop calling Chester stupid?" Jovie asked, looking a bit sad. "He still has feelings!"

"He's a goat," Gwen emphasized. Once she saw Jovie's expression was still gloomy, she sighed and said, "Okay, we'll stop…"

"I can't help but admire Jovie's dedication to her many causes," Gwen admitted. "Sure, it gets irritating at some moments, but it just proves that she has a passion for whatever she puts her mind to. And she's been trying to be more lenient. Still, it shows she can stick to something, which is why I'm glad she's on our team… That and the fact that it means LeShawna's also on the team. That's another perk…"

"What in tuh name of Aunt Jemima is this here dang ol' camera doin' in this here dang ol' outhouse?" a very hairy man asked in a heavy Southern drawl, lifting his baseball cap slightly and squinting into the lens. "I'm out on tuh road, mindin' mah dang ol' business and this thang's out here on tuh side of tuh goshdarned road. I come in here and try to do mah goshdarned business and this dang ol' camera's tryin' to filmicate tuh who' dang thang!" He smacked the camera and yelled, "Y'all get this thang outta here, ya hur?"

"Wait, what's that?" LeShawna asked, pointing to something parked on the side of the road, almost hidden in a patch of pine trees. They stopped parallel to it, seeing it was red pickup truck with a few rust patches on it. "We're saved!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Thank goodness," Gwen sighed in relief as she headed over to the truck with the others. "These boots are not made for running miles on end."

"Don't get your hopes up, guys," Courtney said, looking skeptical. "Do you think someone would leave a perfectly good truck out here for no reason? Even if it does work, don't you think the owner would take the keys out of the ignition?"

"Chill, I could always hotwire it," Gwen told her, trying to pry the hood open.

Courtney crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because that isn't, like, morally wrong or anything…"

Gwen looked back at her, eyebrow raised. "Were you just being sarcastic? When are you ever sarcastic?

Candace got between the two, as if she expected them to start fist fighting. "Guys, let's just chill out. This is getting way too heavy!"

LeShawna smirked. "Looks like Geoff's rubbing off on the girl..."

Courtney huffed, but uncrossed her arms and tried not to look angry.

"Gwen's really getting on my last nerve," Courtney said. "Her attitude is not going to help our team any. And over the past few days, when the cameras were off, I've seen Gwen getting all buddy-buddy with Duncan…" Her eyes widened and she quickly said, "Not that that has anything to do with her bugging me! I could care less about that…" She looked to the side for a moment, then covered her face with her hands and whimpered.

"You know what, whatever. We're desperate. It doesn't look like there's anybody in sight, anyway," Courtney grumbled, while Candace and Cody hopped into the truck bed.

"At least there's plenty of hay back here to keep us comfy!" Candace cheerfully said, taking a handful of it out of the hay bale she had leaned against after taking a seat.

"I call shotgun!" Jovie cried, opening the passenger's side of the truck. When she saw the others eye her, she shrugged and said, "What? My feet are tired! As long as we ain't hurting no animals, stealing ain't that bad!"

"I'm driving!" Courtney said, getting into the driver's side of the truck, seeing that the keys were still there. She turned them in the ignition, signaling to Gwen that there was no need to hotwire it. "No offense, but I wouldn't trust any of you people with my life."

After Jovie scooted next to Courtney, Gwen took the seat by the window and shut the door. After buckling up, she shot a small glare at Courtney. "Yeah, because one of us other licensed drivers might run into something!" she shouted, gesturing to the nothing outside her window.

Courtney grumbled something quietly to herself, but didn't actually say anything to anybody. Once LeShawna had climbed into the bed of the truck, Courtney leaned back and asked through the small open window, "Are you guys going to be okay back there?"

Cody shook the door keeping them from tumbling out and once it was confirmed that it wouldn't open, he gave her a thumbs-up and said, "We'll be okay! If you hurry, we might catch them!"

Nodding at them, Courtney turned back around, braced herself, and slammed down on the gas pedal. As they sped off and most of them screamed for their lives, the hairy country man came out of the Confession Can on the side of the road that had been hidden from the teens by a pine tree. After seeing that his prized truck was missing, he instantly started to fume.

"Where'd mah dang ol' truck go?" he shouted, tossing his hat down on the ground. "Goshdarnit!"

*T*S*R*

"Wait, stop!" Geoff yelled.

Everyone groaned and Marilee glared down at her brother. "Geoff, this is the fourth time we stopped. We are not taking another potty break!"

Pouting for a moment, Geoff began, "One, you know I have the bladder of a three year old…"

"My bladder's way bigger than yours!" Grace argued, but she was duly ignored.

"And cuatro, that's not it. We're here!" He pointed in front of them, and surely enough, they had finally reached Toronto, as the sign in front of them announced. He quickly added, "Which is good, 'cause I kinda do have to pee again…"

"Gweat," DJ muttered, still being suffocated by Marilee's backside. Since they weren't moving anymore, he scooted back a tad so he could breathe, making sure not to make Selena and Duncan topple over, and politely asked, "Now can you please get your butt out of my face, girl?"

Blushing a bit, Marilee snapped, "Why don't you get your face out of my butt?"

"Okay, sorry!" DJ fearfully squeaked, jumping off Chester as soon as Selena and Duncan climbed off him and onto the first patch of sidewalk.

As Marilee slid off of Geoff's shoulders and took DJ's original place, the three teammates that weren't still on the goat started screaming and ran to cower behind them and the barn animal. "What are you guys screaming abo-AAAAAAAH!" Once Trent turned his head around, he saw what had caused their sudden fear, that same fear striking the others.

A rusty old pickup truck was speeding toward them, but the tires suddenly started to squeal violently. Swerving to the right, the truck came to a harsh stop mere inches away from the Ferrets and Chester.

"Uh… I don't have to pee anymore," Geoff quietly said, his eyes still filled with fright. Even though they were both still freaked out by their near-death experience, Trent and Marilee scooted as far away from him as possible.

"Courtney didn't trust US to drive?" Gwen yelled, her hair still a mess from the wind blowing through it. "She drove like a freaking maniac! I would have torn her a new one after we stopped if I hadn't hurt my throat from screaming at her so much during the ride there…"

"I saw my whole life flash before my eyes!" Cody screamed, hay stuck in his disheveled hair. "The time Bobby Williams stole my snack when I was in kindergarten, every time I was tricked into doing the entire basketball team's science homework in the sixth grade, even the time last fall when Carly Dillon turned me down for Homecoming!" After calming down for a moment, he thought over everything he saw and muttered, "Wow. My life kinda sucks, doesn't it?"

"Just to make things clear, I never drive that fast," Courtney said, fixing her messy hair. "But we were seriously behind. Like Cody said, I had to hurry up! It's not like there was anybody else on the road." She thought it over for a moment and said, "Well, except for some limousine we had to pass… And I did not appreciate the hand gesture that limo driver gave me!"

As the Ravens got out of the truck and half of them shook hay off of them, the same limo the truck-jackers had raced by stopped by the group. Chris was the first to step out of it, the interns following shortly after. "Wow. I'm actually impressed," he said. "You beat us here…" He shrugged and said, "Then again, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you got here before us…" He glared at the driver's window and snapped, "considering our limo driver's as slow as molasses!"

"Oh, hush up!" Chef, dressed in a driver's uniform, said as he rolled down the window Chris yelled at. "You wanna crash like those fools in that dumpy old pickup truck probably did?"

The Raving Ravens exchanged glances and awkwardly stepped in front of their stolen vehicle to make sure Chef Hatchet didn't see it.

"Anyway, you know what to do," Chris told the group. "Raise money any way you can. Sing or dance on the streets, get a job in the city for the day, or even open a kissing booth…" He tapped his chin, deep in thought. "Y'know, that kissing booth isn't a bad idea. It'd be great for the drama factor!" As the contestants rolled their eyes, Chris announced, "Let the fundraising begin!"

… Y'all knew I'd have to get the goat from my pic in this fic sooner or later xD ((It's on my DeviantArt page, if you haven't seen it))

I have no idea what a hillbilly is doing in Canada with his pickup truck, so don't even ask. Just enjoy. And it's weird that for someone who lives in Kentucky, I have no clue how to write a southern drawl… Meh, I live in a mostly hick-free part. Don't blame me… :P

I feel like he needs a name. I guess Earl works… *shrug*

And for those who read my dA journal, I lied. The special guest(s?) will be in the next chapter, not this one. ((Cuz in case you were wondering, no, it wasn't Earl xD))

Also, I'm kinda mean to Cody in this one. Sowwy :c

But what will happen? Who will raise the most money for JDRF? Will Chester eat all the FF's earnings? Will Earl get revenge on the RR's for stealing his dang ol' truck? Find out next time in Total Sibling Rivalry!