"Aaaaaand, cut!"

Sighing in relief, Duncan hopped out of the convertible he had been in and shoved the camera out of his face. "Great, now where's the check?"

"Dude, don't ask like that!" Geoff whispered, hopping out of the convertible right after he did. Coughing, he slowly asked Mr. Valdez, who had walked up to the two, "Greeeeat… Soooo… Where's our check?"

As Duncan rolled his eyes, the man pulled his checkbook out of his pocket, ripped a check out, and handed it to him. "You two were extraordinary! You earned every penny."

"Thanks again, Valdez dude," Geoff cheerfully said. "This is so totally awesome!" he exclaimed, holding up his hand for a high five. He waited, but Mr. Valdez promptly ignored his outstretched hand and headed inside with the camera crew.

Geoff shrugged, then looked at the check as Duncan tucked it deep in his pocket. "What an excellent thing we did for charity, my good friend. What shall we do now on this lovely, sunshiney day in the magnificent city of Toronto?"

Duncan wasn't buying Geoff's fake-sounding tone. "Let's go find Candace so you can brag…" As Duncan walked ahead of him, Geoff stopped to stare at him, absolutely perplexed.

"How did he know what I was thinking?" Geoff questioned. "I-I even talked all fancy to try and throw him off!"

Duncan crossed his arms behind his head and scoffed. "When Geoff starts using words at any reading level higher than the third grade, you know he's just trying to cover something up…"

*T*S*R*

As Zoey sold more lemonade and DJ rocked back and forth next to it in the fetal position, sucking his thumb, Marilee finally came back. Unfortunately, she was in handcuffs and had been escorted back by a cop.

"Oh. You really were offering goat rides," the female cop grumbled once she saw Chester tied to the light pole.

Oh, how Marilee wished she could have ripped her a new one! If only she wasn't a police officer… As she unlocked her handcuffs, Marilee quietly said, "I'm sorry, Officer. I won't do that again…"

"You'd better not," the cop warned her, pulling the cuffs off. As Marilee rubbed her wrists, she added, "And you're lucky I don't shut this operation down."

"Why would you?" Marilee asked. "Is this illegal or something?"

"It doesn't matter either way. I have bigger eggs to fry..."

"Need to find your nephew and make sure he stays out of trouble?" she asked, smirking a bit.

The cop gave her a shifty look and muttered, "Maybe…"

Zoey, finally noticing the officer, ran off from her stand and flung her arms around her legs. "Aunt Laura!"

She smiled a bit, bending down to return the hug. "Hello, Zoey! Ooooh, look how big you are! And so pretty, too! Aren't you the cu-" She stopped for a moment, looking back up at Marilee, who looked a bit confused. Laura stood back up, coughed a bit, and put her serious demeanor back on. "I've got my eye on you…"

As she walked off, Marilee continued to rub her sore wrists and muttered, "And I've got my eye on the prize, not some stupid little boy's virginity, you boob…" Luckily, Laura had been too far away by that point to hear her.

As Zoey went back to her stand to help a customer, DJ, who had snapped out of his thumb-sucking trance once the two had arrived, looked extremely confused. He uncurled himself and stood back up. "Virginity? Y-You almost got arrested for child molestation?"

"Yes," Marilee grumpily replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Apparently, telling someone to 'ride my goat' can be considered sexual harassment… I mean, on what planet is 'ride my goat' even the slightest bit sexy?" she asked, ticked off.

"Um… None?" DJ guessed.

She snapped her fingers at him. "Exactly! The only thing that saved me was when I told her I was friends with Selena. I mean, I know they come from a long line of cops, but what are the odds?"

"Aren't you too young to be arrested?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, but there's no way I'll be caught dead in Juvie!" the blonde exclaimed. "The prison challenge was bad enough! And what about that stupid cop, huh? Last time I checked, 'goat' wasn't some sort of crude slang for a certain section of the female anatomy. And how is Cartoon Network going to edit this? Children aren't supposed to know about vaginas!"

"Neither am I!" DJ cried, covering his ears with his hands. "My momma would smack you silly if she heard you using that kind of language!"

Marilee rolled her eyes. "Body parts aren't cuss words, DJ. I'm pretty sure that you, Zoey and Grace won't die if I say-" She paused, looked at the lemonade stand, suddenly noticing the absence. She suddenly punched him in the arm and screamed, "Where's Grace?"

Whining from the punch, DJ told her, "That's what I was so upset about! She wandered off and-"

"Wait, there she is," Marilee said, pointing to Grace, who was back at the stand, taking money from another customer.

"What?" DJ spun around, trying to determine whether she was a hallucination or not. She was not. "When'd you get back?"

"What?" Grace scrunched her face in confusion. "I never left! Right, Zoey?"

"But you did le- OOF!" After Grace elbowed her in the gut, she grumbled, "Uh, right. She was here…"

"B-But you said she left a-and I-"

Marilee interrupted him by saying, "No time for that. They're both here and that's all that matters. Now help me think of new things to do with Chester."

DJ looked back at the tied-up goat and asked, "What's wrong with the goat rides?"

The camera panned farther out, showing that there was nobody for miles. A cricket stared chirping… until Marilee squashed it with one of her high heel wedges. "Hate those things…"

DJ gasped in horror, then glared at her, though she looked like she could care less. "Really? Was that really necessary?"

"We can discuss that later, cricket hugger." She crossed her arms and continued, "But you can see that this isn't attracting people like we thought it would."

"We? This was your idea!"

"I guess he's not afraid of me anymore," Marilee grumbled. "Or he's at least not scared when he's too busy pointing out my mistakes… Believe it or not, I make them."

"Okay, but let's stay here so we can watch Grace and-" As DJ turned around, he saw someone absent and screamed, "Where's Zoey?"

*T*S*R*

After he had finished taking inventory and started poking around the cash register, Cody asked, "Wow, who knew running a lame souvenir stand could rake in so much cash?"

"I'd say our celebrity status helps a bit," Courtney told him, exchanging a t-shirt for twenty dollars with a customer.

"Really?" Cody raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"

"EEEEEE!" Sierra ran to the stand at full speed, stopping mere inches in front of Cody.

"Um, hi," Cody greeted, a little freaked out by how violently she was shaking in excitement. "Can I help you?"

"You're CODY!"

Cody couldn't help but grin. "That's me! But can I-"

"What are you doing here?" she screamed, completely forgetting everything Trent and Selena had previously told her.

"Uh… Challenge for the new season." Cody scratched the back of his head awkwardly with a pencil he had in his hand from taking inventory. He couldn't help but feel weird from getting that kind of attention. "We're trying to raise money, so-"

"I'll take this pencil!" she cried, snatching the pencil right out of Cody's hand.

He raised an eyebrow and held a finger up. "Um, that's not really for sale…"

"I don't care!" She threw some money at him, which he quickly grabbed and took a look at.

Cody, still looking at the money, started, "Uh… This is thirty dollars. That pencil can't be worth more than thirty cents. Are you sure you-" He finally looked up, gaping at Sierra as she took a deep whiff of the writing utensil and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Mmm," she moaned in pleasure. "Smells like Head and Shoulders. That must be perfect for your horrible dandruff!"

As Courtney giggled, Cody's face turned red and nervously asked, "H-How did you know that?"

Sierra jabbed her thumb in her chest, then proudly proclaimed, "I'm Sierra Valdez, number one Total Drama super fan! I've got the dirt on everyone!" She leaned closer to him and dreamily sighed, "Especially you…"

"Uh…"

As Cody tensed up, Sierra asked, "Haven't you read my Cody blog?"

"Why would I read a blog about myself?" Cody cocked an eyebrow. "I think I know me better than you do."

"Did you know your birth was a mistake, then?" Sierra innocently asked.

"… What?"

"It's true!" Sierra squealed with a hyper nod. "Your parents sued the condom company and everything!"

"I… I was the result of birth control gone wrong?" Cody asked, looking heartbroken. He paused, then asked, "Wait, how could you have known that, but I didn't?"

"I have my ways," Sierra told him, running a finger along his jaw line. "And IMHO, I'm really glad that condom tore…"

As she watched Cody sweat in fright, Courtney felt like she should do something before the uber-fan raped him. "Hey, Sierra," she called out, making her look up. "Y'know, Cody just took inventory." She motioned to their souvenirs. "That means he's touched a lot of this stuff and-" A violet blur flew past her and Sierra started fondling pretty much everything at the kiosk.

Cody breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Thanks, Courtney. That was so-"

"Hi, guys!" a high-pitched voice greeted.

Cody squeaked in fear, hiding his face from who he thought was Sierra. When he peeked through his fingers, he saw that she was still rubbing her face against all the snow globes. He uncovered his face and looked down, seeing a smiling Zoey looking up at them with two paper cups in her hands.

"Zoey?" Courtney asked, surprised. "Where did you come from?"

"I dunno, but I walked for a really long time to get here!" Zoey said, climbing up onto the stool by the cash register and handing them the cups. "I gotted you some lemonade, 'cause I thinked you'd be thirsty."

"Aww, thank you," Courtney happily said, taking the cup and patting her on the head.

"Yeah, thanks!" Cody took his cup and added, "I was starting to get thirsty and-" He stopped mid-sentence, looking inside the cup. "Uh, this is half empty."

"Or half full," Zoey suggested, shaking one of the snow globes sitting by her. "I was just bringin' one to Courtney 'cause I didn't know you was here and that cup was mine, 'cause I was thirsty. I didn't want you to be all sad though, so you can have that."

"Wow, that's… thoughtful." Cody looked inside again and made a grossed out face. "There's something in it!" he exclaimed, freaking out.

Zoey peeked inside, stuck her hand in it and pulled the lumpy item out. She giggled, shook it dry and said, "Oh, that's my gum! It falled out on the street, so I put it in there to clean the yucky ground germs off."

"… I'm not thirsty anymore," Cody sadly sighed, setting the cup down on the counter.

"Okay," Zoey mumbled with a shrug, popping the 'clean' gum into her mouth.

Courtney gasped and exclaimed, "No, spit that out!" She slapped her on the back, which made her cough and spit the gum out by Courtney's feet. After Zoey looked at her gum and pouted, Courtney asked, "Zoey, where's your group?"

Zoey turned around, pointed to the street she came from and told her, "Aaaaaall the way down that street! DJ and the scary blonde girl were watching me, but I sneaked off when they was fighting."

Courtney slapped her forehead with her hand and mumbled to herself, "I'd expect something like this to happen with Duncan in charge of you, but those two actually seem to have some sense…" She looked back at her and sternly told her, "You really shouldn't have done that. You could have gotten hurt! What were you thinking?"

Zoey's eyes got full of tears and she whimpered, "B-But…I just w-wanted…" She quit trying to talk and started bawling, burying her face in her hands.

Courtney's eyes widened and she nervously said, "N-No! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell! Please don't cry!" Zoey's sobs got softer, but they didn't get any less consistent. Sighing, Courtney turned back to Cody, who still looked sad from his spoiled drink and told him, "Look, I'm going to take Zoey back to wherever she's supposed to be. Watch the place, okay?"

Cody looked back up, eyes wide in fear and asked, "But what if Sierra starts harassing me again?"

"Deal with it!" Courtney snapped, sick of his squeamishness toward the fangirl and frustrated with her predicament with Zoey. She gently lifted the sniffling Zoey off the stool, then stood her up, took her hand, and headed with her toward the street Zoey had pointed at.

Cody rung his hands, sitting down on the stool. "Uh, okay…"

After Courtney was out of sight, Sierra ran back to Cody, getting right in his face. "Cody, quick question for my blog! Have you ever French kissed someone?"

As Cody shook, he stuttered, "N-N-No…"

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought her mouth to his ear and huskily whispered, "Not for long…" As she sniffed his hair, Cody whimpered softly, wishing he could be anywhere else in the world.

*T*S*R*

Marilee was awkwardly standing over DJ, who was curled up by her feet, sobbing insanely loud. "Dude," Marilee muttered, embarrassed to be seen next to him. "You make Geoff seem macho… Duke even!"

"B-But she's out there all alooooone!" he cried, burying his face into his hands. "She's gonna get hurt and it'll be all my fault and Duncan will kill meeeeee!"

"C'mon, this is a fanfiction! And a humor one, at that!" Marilee screamed at him. "Who really gets hurt in a humor fan fiction?" When he only continued to sob more, Marilee rolled her eyes, grabbed one of his large arms and hoisted him onto his feet. "If you don't want to be murdered, then maybe you should go find her!"

"Wh-Why can't you do it?" he fearfully asked.

"Because we both lost her, but Duncan already hates me," she stated. "If you don't find her, he's going to hate you, too."

"I guess that makes sense…" He scratched the back of his head and mumbled, "Sorta…" He stood up and walked off, leaving Marilee to sit down to think about what to do with Chester.

As Grace sloppily poured another glass of lemonade for any upcoming customers, Chester walked up to the stand and tried eating her short ponytail. She yanked away and yelled, "Go away!" After yelling, she heard a faint bark and looked around. Not seeing a dog in sight, Grace shrugged and continued shooing the goat away. After a few more seconds, she heard a more distinct bark and looked under the counter of the stand, gasping when she saw Fluffernutter the wolf pup staring back at her with wide eyes. "Fluffernutter!" she hissed. "What are you doing here? You musta snuck on the plane and followed us!" She poked her head back up, relieved to see Marilee's back was still turned to her.

"We could start a petting zoo," Marilee mused to herself as Chester walked back to her. She scratched under his chin and muttered, "The world's loneliest petting zoo…"

"You gotta go!" Grace whispered to the pup, trying to shoo him out from under the stand. "No one can see you! They'll make us get rid of you!"

Fluffernutter blinked up at her, but nodded like she knew what she was saying and wandered down the street, dodging several pedestrians.

*T*S*R*

"I told you Paulie would get us new outfits," Candace told Jovie, carrying said mobster's package and smiling at her doubtful friend. "They're pretty cute, if you ask me!" She twirled around so Jovie could see her red scoop neck t-shirt and short khaki shorts better.

"I think they're stolen, though," Jovie commented, looking over her green baby doll tank top layered over her white t-shirt. She kicked her leg up to look at her jean capris and strappy green ballet flats.

Candace gave her a strange look. "What makes you think that?"

She held up the bottom of her tank top so the cheerleader could see the device attached to it and whispered, "The security tag's still on it!"

Candace blinked, looking a bit worried. "… Sometimes they forget to take those things off." Even she didn't sound convinced by that. As Jovie whimpered and gripped her aching head, Candace patted her on the back and said, "Don't worry! When we get back to camp, you can ask Duncan to take it off. I'm sure he'd know how to do it!"

"I'm not keeping this!" Jovie cried.

"But your old clothes got destroyed from those dogs that practically mauled us!" Candace reminded her. "And everybody except Marilee wears the same thing everyday anyway, so you're stuck with it. C'mon, it looks nice!"

Jovie looked down at the outfit, smiling a bit. "It is pretty, isn't it?"

"There ya go!" Candace gave her a quick hug, trying not to shake the package up. It might have exploded, for all she knew. "And Paulie's girlfriend even did our hair for us! For free!"

"Yeah, she did it so the enemy mobsters won't recognize us!" Candace's hair had been cut quite a bit, down to a much shorter low ponytail. Paulie's girlfriend had brought out most of the red in her hair, but left a few strawberry blonde streaks, per her request. Jovie's hair had gone in the opposite direction, by getting extensions so her hair went past her shoulders. She had given it more volume and added a few lighter highlights, which Jovie had been hesitant to. After she saw the dye had not been tested on animals, she was more comfortable with agreeing to it.

"You know you like it," Candace said, smiling a bit in hopes of cheering her up. "It makes you look super purdy!"

Jovie sighed, looking down at her outfit one more time. "I really do want to be more open-minded, but this is too much at once! I wanted to start slow, like not yelling at someone to recycle or even eating a bacon bit, not breaking the law!"

"Bacon bits are good," the almost redhead commented with a nod. "C'mon, this delivery stuff's a little more than we signed up for, but it has its perks." Candace smiled again. "And we're doing something bad to do something good, so it cancels out. We're like Robin Hood! … But with nicer clothes and better hair!" Jovie still didn't look convinced, so Candace nudged her and added, "And maybe your new look will snag you a hottie!"

Jovie looked up, almost looking shocked. "Oh, I don't think so," she shyly said, looking back down at her new shoes. "I don't really do good with talking to guys all flirty…"

"And you think I do?" Candace asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm annoying as hell and I still got a guy in a matter of weeks!"

Jovie rolled her eyes. "You're not annoying… You just sort of come off that way at first…" She crossed her arms and shrugged. "I don't really think I'm ready for a boyfriend yet, anyway. At least not now."

"That's fine. It's a bad idea to rush into something like that when you don't want to even do it… But this new look should boost your confidence! Maybe enough that you'd want a boyfriend!"

Jovie stopped walking and gave Candace a look. "What are you talking about? I've got plenty of confidence!"

"Then why are you so hard on yourself after every little mistake?" Candace asked, stopping as well. She suddenly gasped, spun Jovie around and subtly pointed to a teenaged guy walking several feet behind them. "Omigod, that guy was totally checking us out!"

Jovie scoffed, shoving Candace to the side. "Yeah, right! Why would he pay attention to your scrawny behind when you know he's really looking at all this?" She struck a sexy pose, making the guy whistle in admiration, wink at her and walk into the store he needed to go to.

As Jovie giggled in delight, Candace smirked at her and tugged on her wrist to make her keep walking. "C'mon, it's almost time to meet the team for lunch and we still have to go to Vito's Eat-o's and talk that hit man into laying off Big Daddy..."

*T*S*R*

"Hey, you found her!" Marilee exclaimed, standing up from her curb and grinning at DJ, Zoey close behind him.

"Yeah, she went to find Courtney," DJ explained. "She tried bringing her back, but we sorta met halfway."

As the two continued talking, Zoey went back to the stand, got close to Grace and whispered, "I think I saw a doggie run by me and Courtney that looked like Fluffernutter!"

"He snuck on the plane!" Grace whispered back. "We can't let anyone see her!"

"But she ran off and I don't know where she is!" Zoey's eyes moistened and she whimpered, "She's the bestest puppy I've ever had…"

"She's the only puppy you've ever had…"

"But I still love her!"

Grace, expressing her rare emotion of sympathy, patted her friend on the head and told her, "She'll come back. And if anyone sees her now, they won't know she's ours!" Zoey pouted, but went back to work with the lemonade. Grace had surprisingly never led her wrong before…

Once Zoey was busy and DJ and Marilee had gone back to brainstorming on the curb, Grace saw Mia from the corner of her eyes as she walked down the sidewalk. DJ and Marilee had their backs turned and Zoey had a customer, so Mia was able to go unnoticed with ease. She crouched down, whispering what she learned about Gwen into her ear. She nodded, and Mia quickly scurried away to be done with the girl for the day.

"I might have to have another little field trip," she said quietly to herself, an devious smirk on her face.

Before she could step out of stand, Marilee looked up at the at the many clocks in the clock store across the street and gasped in excitement. "Oh, finally! Lunch time!"

Grace looked frustrated, but sighed in mild defeat. She was getting pretty hungry…

*T*S*R*

The Fighting Ferrets had agreed before they separated that they would take Chris' advice and eat at McDonald's. It's not like they could really afford anything else. With their spare money, they managed to buy one soft drink. They took turns refilling it, which didn't make the McDonald's employees happy at all.

All eight of them were seated at a few tables pushed together, eating their pitiful meals. While Grace and Zoey had walked to the back to use the bathroom, the older teammates were discussing what had happened to them that day.

"A crazy fangirl harassed me and Selena," Trent said, taking a sip of their shared soda.

"I got a balloon and named it Winslow," Selena told the group, holding up her tied-up wrist so they all could fully see her balloon more clearly.

"Geoff and I got hired to do a commercial for some car dealership," Duncan said, stuffing several fries in his mouth. "We raked in a buttload of money."

"The owner's crazy daughter made me sign her stomach," Geoff stated, shuddering at the weird memory.

"I got all freaked out because-" DJ remembered that Trent and Duncan were there, so he opted out of telling them about Zoey and Grace's little adventures. "Uh, because I saw a spider."

Marilee paused for a moment, then sheepishly looked down at the table and mumbled, "I almost got arrested for child molestation…"

The rest of the team stared at her for a moment, then returned to eating their lunch, muttering scattered, "You win"s at her.

*T*S*R*

Courtney, holding a McDonald's bag and a paper cup filled with water, hummed a small song to herself as she walked back to her and Cody's kiosk. Before Sierra and Zoey came to the stand, the two agreed that Cody would work through their lunch break so they could earn as much money as possible, as long as she brought him a cheeseburger back. It was probably better that he didn't come. At least he didn't have to sit through Jovie and Candace blathering about mobsters and attack dogs and some guys named Big Daddy and Paulie and Vito and blah blah blah. And they all thought Izzy was insane…

When Courtney got in sight, she gasped, seeing the shelves of their kiosk were completely empty. She had thought the best, but then she saw Cody on the ground by it, rocking back and forth in the fetal position and sucking his thumb. "Cody?" She sat the bag and cup down, then lightly kicked him. "Cody!"

"MY UNCLE'S A LAWYER!" Cody screamed, blocking his face with his arms. When he peeked through and saw that it was just Courtney, he sighed in relief, but still looked worried. "Oh Courtney, it was awful! She… did things to me!"

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, reverse sexual harassment is hilarious and all, but what happened to the souvenirs? Did you really sell everything?"

"Uh…" Cody stood up, looking nervous. "Not exactly…"

Courtney's eyes widened and she glared her famous Courtney glare at him. "What do you mean 'not exactly'?"

"Hee hee…" Cody tugged on the collar of his striped shirt, grinning nervously. "You're going to find this hilarious…"

"My sense of humor is pretty dry," Courtney angrily reminded him, not liking his worried tone. "Trust me, I won't…"

"Uh… Right." He sighed, then quietly said, "Well, Sierra wouldn't leave me alone, soooo… I kind of promised to give her anything I touched there for free if she left me alone… And since I took inventory, I touched everything-"

He was promptly interrupted when Courtney grabbed him by the front of his shirt and lifted him up so his feet were no longer touching the ground. "You gave away over five hundred dollars worth of merchandise? ARE YOU CRAZY?" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she shook him, attracting quite a bit of attention. She grunted in frustration, letting him fall flat on his back. "The girl paid thirty dollars for a pencil! You could have charged her for all that! The girl worships the ground you walk on, she would have given you the world, if she could have! SHE WAS OUR TICKET TO VICTORY!" She finished with an aggravated huff, then fixed her hair, which had gotten extremely messed up from her spazzing.

"I'm sorry!" Cody exclaimed, genuinely regretting his decision. "I-I was too freaked out to think properly!"

Courtney took a deep breath in attempts to calm down, then sighed, "PLEASE tell me you didn't give her any of the money we already made."

Cody's eyes widened and he slapped his forehead. "Man, I never thought of that! If I had offered her money, she might have left before she stuck her gum in my ear!"

Glowering, Courtney grabbed the free cup of water she had gotten him at McDonald's and dumped it over his head. She crushed it in her hand and threw it, hitting him square in the forehead. As she stormed away from him, Cody pushed his sopping hair out of his face, looking guilty as he watched Courtney get farther and farther away. He temporarily forgot as he noticed the bag for the first time. "Oooh, lunch!" He grabbed the bag, yanked the sandwich out of it and its wrapping, and took a big, not-so-well-deserved bite.

*T*S*R*

Rosalinda managed to smooth talk a rather thuggish-looking young man into lending her his boom box, which she happily presented to Gwen and LeShawna. "All good break-dancers need their music!" She pulled a baseball cap from behind her back and flung it on the sidewalk by Gwen's feet. "And something to hold all their tips!"

Gwen looked impressed. "Wow, you managed to get that guy to give you his boom box and his hat? You must be pretty persuasive."

Rosalinda proudly smirked, rubbing her nails nonchalantly on Gwen's corset. "We Burromuertos have a way with words…" She suddenly looked guilty and added, "But I sorta forgot to ask for his hat, so I took it off his head when he turned his back…"

Gwen chuckled a bit. "Nice… Wait, Burromuerto? That's your last name?"

"S-Si," Rosalinda quietly said, trying to hide her embarrassment. "It's Spanish for 'beautiful flower'…"

"… No, it's not."

"Yes it is." She glanced to the side, trying to avoid their confused glances.

LeShawna scratched her head, then asked, "I ain't a Spanish aficionado, but doesn't that mean 'Dead Donk-"

Rosalinda, trying to avoid further humiliation, interrupted her by firmly and loudly saying, "NO. IT DOES NOT."

LeShawna and Gwen exchanged glances, but LeShawna shrugged and mumbled, "Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night, girl." She looked over at Gwen again, who had crossed her arms and clearly looked frustrated from what she was about to do. "You ready?"

"Of course not," Gwen bitterly said, looking to the side. "If this wasn't for charity, I wouldn't be doing this… Do you think people will recognize me?"

"Not in those clothes," Rosalinda reassured her, patting her on the back. "You look completely different! And the beanie kinda hides your hair… Which is good, because not a lot of people have teal and black hair…"

"Now that we know you ain't gonna die from Goth shame, can we get this started?" LeShawna asked, clearly impatient. "We don't have much time left!"

"Fine," Gwen sighed as she kicked a button on the boom box, making loud hip-hop music blare out. As LeShawna began violently shaking what her mama gave her, Gwen awkwardly shuffled her feet and swayed back and forth. Pedestrians walked past them, barely noticing them and their dancing, but Rosalinda was letting out loud whoops and hollers and doing a little dance of her own. "Yeah, shake it, chicas!"

After the Ferrets ate lunch and returned to their posts, Grace had once again snuck away from Marilee and DJ to find the place Mia had mentioned to her before. She was able to easily see Gwen and LeShawna's pathetic dancing from a mile away, since they were definitely the worst of the street performers. She laughed to herself, shaking her head. "What Trent sees in that freak, I have no idea…" She got closer, but hid behind a trash can near them so her presence would remain unknown. She sat down, trying to think of how to go through with her plan… She was going to try to destroy their boom box, because without music, there would be no way for her to raise money, right? If Gwen were the one to destroy it, it would definitely make her chances of being eliminated more likely.

Something was going to have to make her break it. Pushing her down would be easy, but her cover would be blown… While she thought and thought, something scruffy shuffled out of the trashcan and sat by her feet to nibble on a moldy slice of tomato. Grace looked down, seeing a huge, hairy, disgusting rat. She let out a terrified yelp, then slapped her hands over her mouth. Luckily, the music drowned it out. Just as Grace was about to get up and run away, inspiration struck her. "That's it!"

Mustering up all her courage, Grace grabbed the rat by its neck and poked her head from behind the trashcan to get a better view of Gwen. Once she saw the right opportunity, she roughly dropped the rat on the sidewalk and shoved it in Gwen's direction. "When Gwen tries to stomp that rat away, she'll stomp on the boom box in blind terror! Perfect!"

Gwen stopped her lame dance once she saw the rat. Instead of screaming, freaking out and throwing a boom box at it like Grace hoped she would, she merely grinned and bent down to pet the aggravated creature. "Here there, little guy. You remind me of my pet rats back home…" She raised an eyebrow once she heard a strange noise coming from the rat, then quietly added, "Though I never knew that rats purr…"

Grace looked at Gwen's display of affection toward the hairy thing, then face-palmed. "I shoulda known she'd like something that's all icky and gross and stupid. She can relate to that kinda stuff… Okay, time for Plan B!" She kicked the ground and muttered, "As soon as I come up with it…"

Gwen hoisted the rat onto her shoulder and he was more than happy to make himself comfortable. "Wouldn't want you to get stepped on, now would we?"

Rosalinda flinched, looking a little green. "Aye! It's touching my clothes!"

Gwen raised an eyebrow at her and retorted, "You just bought a chili dog and you're eating it in my clothes! Why are you freaking out more than I am?"

Rosalinda lifted her chili dog up and took a huge bite. "Because," she started with a mouth full of food. "Rats are gross!" That exclamation caused a huge glob of chewed-up hot dog and chili to fly out of the Latina's mouth and plop all over Gwen's corset.

As Rosalinda tried blotting the goop off, Gwen grimaced and went back to what she called dancing, with her new rat friend on her shoulder, bobbing to the beat. During a particularly large bob, the poor rat fell down her back and into the back of Rosalinda's baggy pants. Once Gwen could feel the strange sensation, she let out a high-pitched, un-Gothlike scream and started shaking her hips, trying to get it out of her pants.

Grace looked at the spectacle, lip poked out a bit as she thought. "Huh. Maybe her spazzy dance will ruin everything. I knew Plan B would work!"

Instead of freaking people out, it actually attracted more people than they had been, which was none. LeShawna slowly stopped dancing, once she saw how wildly, yet admittedly good her Goth friend was 'dancing.' LeShawna nodded in respect, a small grin on her face. "I knew you had it in you, girlfriend!"

"It's not in me!" Gwen shouted, shaking her hips furiously, while the crowd cheered and a few tossed some money into their cap. "It's in my freaking pants!" As she shook one of her legs back and forth, up and down, she wailed, "There's a rat in my pants!"

One of the bystanders looked to his friend, confused, and asked, "Doesn't that sound familiar?"

His friend shrugged. "I dunno. I don't watch Phineas and Ferb."

The other guy nodded for a second, then looked back at his friend, extremely confused. Before he questioned that statement, he shrugged and muttered, "Oh well, she dances good. And she's hot. Wanna give her lots of money?"

"You betcha!" He tossed a few dollars into the cap and exclaimed, "It's like going to a strip club, but she has clothes on and my girlfriend won't yell at me for as long later tonight!"

"… Why do I hang out with you again, Roger?"

"I don't care if there's a rabid mongoose in your pants, girl!" LeShawna exclaimed, watching as the cap spilleth over with money. Rosalinda gathered the money before it spilled out and tucked it in the pockets of Gwen's skirt. "We're raking it in! Keep it up!"

Grace, who looked on at the scene, groaned and was about to think of a Plan C, but a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Ugh, there you are!" She turned around to find Marilee, looking down at her with a very unhappy expression. "Me and DJ have been looking for you everywhere. You gotta stop running off like that!" The blonde walked off, exclaiming, "DJ, I found her!" as she dragged her down the street in the opposite direction of Gwen's crowd. Watching the crowd get bigger and bigger as they got farther and farther away only made Grace more angry.

"Okay, I really need to think my plans out more," Grace mused, arms crossed in annoyance. "But gimme a break, I'm three! Most kids my age would just pulled her hair or thrown their Hot Wheel cars at her, or whatever it is normal, stupid kids do when they don't like somebody!"

Marilee and Grace met up with DJ and Zoey, who was sitting on his large shoulder and had her earnings in a paper bag that was tightly folded at the top. DJ also had Chester by his leash, which he handed back to Marilee. "You take him!"

Marilee raised an eyebrow at him as she took the leash. "Why are you freaking out? I thought you liked animals."

"I do, but this animal does not like me…" He pointed to the bite mark on his wrist and she cringed.

"Ooooh… That looks bad." She tightened her grip on the leash and the group headed back to their previous location.

A few feet ahead of them, a young woman burst out of the door of an apartment complex, beaming and holding her textbook in her hands. She exclaimed something, but none of them could understand what she was saying. She happily walked past the group, but not before Chester took a huge bite of the textbook she was holding.

Marilee gasped when she turned around and saw what their goat did. "Oh, no!" She grabbed a rolled-up newspaper out of nowhere and smacked Chester on the head with it, making him bleat like it was a sob. "I'm really sorry! Is there anything we can do to-"

"YEAH!" The lady exclaimed, looking at her ruined textbook with jubilance. "Take that, Latin III!"

"… Huh?" DJ, Marilee, Zoey and Grace all mumbled, extremely confused. "B-But we just ruined your book," DJ said, scratching his head.

"Exactly! I just finished my last semester of Latin and I was gonna get rid of my book! Your little friend did it for me in the most awesome way possible: by eating it!"

"Um… That's… great?" DJ still sounded a tad confused.

Marilee looked confused to, but her eyes widened as inspiration struck her and she slyly held out a hand. "Give us five more bucks per chomp to finish the job?"

She looked down at the remaining half of her textbook in thought, then looked back up and grinned. Rummaging through her pocket, she pulled five dollars out and handed it to her. "Deal."

Marilee happily took it, then leaned toward DJ and whispered, "I think we just found our new cash cow… Or should I say cash goat?"

She giggled to herself, while DJ shook his head. "Marilee, I thought you were above jokes as horrible as that one…"

As the girl gave Chester her textbook to nibble on, Marilee frowned, crossed her arms and said, "I am, but c'mon, I practically handed that one to myself!"

*T*S*R*

"C'mon, duuuuude!" Geoff whined, looking at Duncan like a lost little puppy. "Pleeeeeease!"

Duncan raised his single brow. "Dude, that look's not going to work on me."

"It works when Zoey does it!"

"No, it doesn't," Duncan slowly said, and you could tell he was lying, but Geoff wasn't going to push it. He'd never admit to having any feelings whatsoever.

"Just let me see it! I've never seen so much money before!"

"It's just a check. It looks just like every other check in the world, except there's a few more zeroes on it…"

Geoff took a deep breath, then loudly whined, "PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSS-"

Duncan, who couldn't drown out the whine even when he plugged his fingers into his ears, groaned and jammed his hand into his pocket. "Fiiiiiiiiiine! Take the stupid thing!" He threw the check at his friend, which he quickly snatched. "Sheesh. You must really want to do this for Perky McSunshinePants, huh? Has it ever even occurred to you that if we win, that's to that colossal check, that the Ravens will lose and Candace will hate you for it?"

Geoff sat down on a nearby bench and stared at him, like he was the stupid one in their friendship. "Dude. It's Candace. CANDACE."

Duncan sat down next to him, scratching the back of his head. "… Yeah, you can pretty much only go up with her, huh?"

Changing the subject, Geoff held the check down so he could take a good, complete look at it. "Forty five hundred dollars. Wow. You think anyone else made that much?"

"Doubt it. We're in the clear, bro."

"This is going to be the best win ever!" Geoff exclaimed, still looking down at the check with glee. That is, until a mutt-like dog raced down the sidewalk, grabbed the check in its mouth and continued running down the street with it. Geoff's eyes widened, as did Duncan's when they saw his empty hands.

"You IDIOT!" Duncan slapped him in the back of the head, which made him whine in pain. "What was that? You let that mutt run off with our ticket to victory!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't see it until it was too late!"

Before Duncan could brutally mangle the party animal, he tried his best to compose himself and said, "There's no time for this. We need to find that stupid dog and get our check back!"

Geoff nodded in agreement and the two sprinted down the street to attempt to catch the very familiar dog…

*T*S*R*

Cody, who had wandered off in search of Courtney in order to apologize, sighed and found that he had wandered back to the parking lot. He saw the truck was still there, since nobody had obviously driven it since they left and nobody would want to steal it… Besides them, of course.

Cody slid into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel. He figured it'd be easier to find one of the ladies from his team if he could drive around, so he turned the keys that Courtney left in the ignition and backed out of the space. Once he was on the main road, he slowly drove down the street in search of teammates, but saw none of them.

Just as he thought he saw Courtney, somebody ran out several yards in front of him. Somebody named Sierra.

She was wearing several of the "I Love Toronto" t-shirts that Cody gave her, one layered over the other, and she squealed in delight upon seeing her realebrity crush for the second time that day. "OMG, Cody! Remember me?"

Cody screamed in fright and swerved to the right, knowing she wasn't going to budge. Luckily, there weren't any cars in his way. There was, however, a brick wall which he slammed into before he could think to move anywhere else.

Seconds after the impact, the scrawny nerd groaned in pain, which was quickly muffled after the air bag inflated about ten seconds too late.

A shrill shriek pierced the air, and Cody could see out of the corner of his eyes that Sierra had ripped the driver's side door clear off the truck. The girl was as strong as she was persistent. "Oh, Cody!" She dragged him out of truck, almost every part of him aching. "You risked your own life to save mine!"

"I was trying to get away from you!" Cody cried, looking panicked once again. Sierra ignored him and shoved his face into her chest.

"Don't worry, Cody! I'll find someone to mend your wounds!" She threw the poor boy onto her shoulder and raced off, leaving the totaled car and its engine to smoke and eventually catch fire.

*T*S*R*

As Gwen continued trying to shake the rat out of her pants, more people crowded around to watch it. It was so wild and crazy, but it was impressive at the same time.

Rosalinda, using the megaphone the Ravens had gotten as their reward, shouted into it, "Come on, y'all! Let's give this talented chica some love, huh?" The audience whooped and hollered for Gwen, and Rosalinda quickly added, "By love, I meant MONEY!" An 'Oh' or two rang out and several people threw some money into the hat.

"Yes, yes, yes!" LeShawna cheered, absolutely ecstatic. "We're winnin' this thing for sure! Time for LeShawna to bring it on home!" The sister jumped in front of the spazzing Gwen, doing something that resembled a pelvic thrust, but was much, MUCH worse.

The cheers and excited chattering faded and it was silent, except for the music. As LeShawna continued to shake her groove thang, Roger and the unnamed bystander looked disgusted by the terrible dancing.

"God, it's like she's giving my eyes an abortion," Roger groaned, covering his eyes with his hands but still peeping through them, for some reason.

"… You're really weird."

"Who cares? I'm not paying for this!" Roger took his money out of the cap and yelled, "If I wanted to watch horrible non-stripper dancing, I'd take my girlfriend out dancing for once!"

"How has your girlfriend not dumped your sorry butt yet?"

More people started to complain and started collecting their money from the cap as LeShawna shook her money maker, or rather, her money taker.

"No, wait!" Rosalinda cried through the megaphone, almost deafening the woman standing in front of her. She ran over to the cap and screamed, "No refunds, you hijos de puta!" The people cringed in displeasure from the amplified screech, but continued collecting their money and shuffled away from the dancing girls.

As a few final shakes of the leg, the rat flew out of the leg of Gwen's pants and she sighed in relief. "Thank God," she sighed. She looked up, suddenly noticing the lack of people. "… Did I scare everyone away?"

"No," Rosalinda sadly said, setting the megaphone down on the ground and kicked the boom box, stopping the music. "LeShawna did."

LeShawna stopped dancing once the music did and she gasped, clearly offended. "I did no such thing and you know it! Didn't you hear those fools? They were cheering for me!" She threw her hands up in the air and tried imitating their cheers by going, "'Woo! Woo!' That's what I heard!"

Rosalinda face-palmed. "They weren't going 'Woo! Woo!' They were going 'Boo! Boo!'"

"… Are you sure?" LeShawna was clearly crestfallen from the sudden discovery of her lack of dance skills.

Rosalinda's expression suddenly softened. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"It's alright," LeShawna said, clearly still sad. "You're just being honest."

Gwen picked the cap off the ground, rooting around what was left. "If it makes you feel better, some people didn't even want to come within ten feet of you, so they didn't bother to take their money back."

"… In a weird way, that actually does make me feel a little better."

GASP! Will Cody be okay? Are Marilee and DJ the worst babysitters ever? Is Roger a total freak? And who will be eliminated next chapter?

Answer key: Yes, yes, yes and Lindsay… Wait, she's not in this season. Never mind

Sorry no one got eliminated this chapter. This challenge requires lots of detail.