Author's Note: This has probably been my all-time favorite chapter to write. It was so much fun converting this particular scene from the movie into a Total Drama style with Duncan and Courtney. One reason I love this couple so much is because they're fun to write about since most of their conversation is just funny bickering. Again, I would love to thank everyone who has read and reviewed for this story. You guys are the best! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I did while writing it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Island/Action or the Princess and the Frog....if I did...well...this story would have probably happened.
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If tarantulas had ears, then Duncan's ears would be bleeding out his entire blood supply right now. The spider-ified delinquent lifted what he considered were his arms (though they were actually just his front set of legs) and smashed them against the side of his head where he assumed the ears of a spider would be in a desperate effort to lessen the painful affects of Courtney's deafening scream as it echoed throughout the room. Duncan could have sworn he heard a window crack.
Still screaming and staring down at the Duncan tarantula in absolute terror, Courtney hastily backed herself into her bed. She hastily scrambled on top, pulling her legs to her chest and backing up against the wall, getting as far away from the creepy-crawly creature as possible.
"Whoa, whoa, Courtney!" the mohawked tarantula shouted, general concern in his voice as waved his front legs up in the air to get her attention. How in the world could that giant, hideous spider talk, Courtney wondered, and even more importantly, why did it sound like Duncan?!
"Jeez! Mellow your yellow would ya? It's just me! Duncan!" the tarantula said, crawling with his eight, disgustingly hairy legs to the edge of the desk. He leaped down from the desk onto the floor and started to crawl towards the bed, still shouting up at her from the ground. "Look, I didn't mean to scare you...Okay, maybe I did. But…" The black and pale yellow tarantula was cut off a purple sweater came flying towards him. He quickly ducked and it flopped to the ground in a messy, wrinkled pile a few feet away.
"YOU ARE NOT DUNCAN!" Courtney shrieked. There was a pair of olive green pants in her clenched fist in which she rampantly launched at the talking spider.
"HEY! Watch it!" Duncan complained, narrowly dodging the oncoming pants.
"THE DUNCAN I KNOW IS A HUMAN BEING-!"
Courtney seemed to be ferreting through her entire suitcase, picking up various pieces of clothing and items to throw at Duncan, emphasizing every single word she said with each throw. Duncan was struggling in his spider body to try and duck and dodge every missile, shouting out profanities and complaints all the while. He had managed to dodge picture frame, mirror, and hairbrush when a flying white shirt suddenly landed on top of Duncan, covering his entire body.
"-NOT A DISGUSTING, REVOLTING, REPULSIVE, HAIRY TALKING ARACHNID!"
Duncan managed to wriggle his spider self out from under the white shirt. He shot a glare up in Courtney's direction. "Calm down already! Enough with the target practice! For goodness sake, how much stuff do you have packed up there, woman?"
"STOP TALKING TO ME!"
"Whoa!" Duncan hid his head underneath the white shirt as an incoming shoe narrowly missed taking off his head. "Okay! Stop! Stop! Enough!" He hugged the shirt close to his spider chest and pointed a threatening finger...arm…leg…at Courtney. "Princess, put the PDA down this…OOF!" Duncan was knocked head over legs to the ground by well-aimed PDA. He picked himself back up, mohawk ruffled and looking quite dazed with blue eyes rolling dizzily.
Courtney grabbed the last item in her suitcase left to throw, which was the Chris autobiography book that she had won during the rock and roll genre challenge, and held it over her head like a weapon, glaring down Duncan.
"I'm warning you," Courtney threatened in deadly tones, raising the book higher. "If you come any closer, your spider butt is squashed meat!"
Usually, when Courtney threatened him like this, Duncan would just smirk and comment about how hot she looked when she in a deadly rage. However, now that he was about a hundred times smaller than usual and had no means to defend himself, the delinquent was feeling slightly worried about his odds of coming out her bedroom alive. He speedily climbed up onto the wooden dresser that stood next to the bed.
"Sweetheart, please!" Duncan yelled, desperately waving his front legs in a gesture for her to wait before striking him down. "Let me explain!"
Courtney seemed to hesitate, lowering the book a fracture and fixing him with an intense stare.
Duncan gave a sigh of relief. Finally! The transformed delinquent straightened the top portion of his spider body upright so that he could use his front two legs as arms and gazed up at Courtney to begin speaking.
"Look, I know it might sound strange, but I really am Dun..."
CRUNCH! The Chris autobiography came crashing down before he could finish.
"…can." Duncan's finished, voice greatly muffled from underneath the book and filled with immense pain. Only his eight, black striped legs were visible and they were twitching in agony.
"That serves you right!" Courtney snapped, lifting the book up and glaring at the squashed Duncan, who, surprisingly, was still alive, though a bit squashed. "I told you not to come any closer!" She hugged the book to her chest and pointed an accusing finger at the tarantula. "Besides, you can't be Duncan!"
Duncan managed to wobbly stand back up on all eight legs. He held one leg up to steady his spinning head. This girl was going to kill him by the time he got done explaining what happened! He shook his head, getting his senses straight again.
"What do you mean, 'I can't be Duncan'?" Duncan replied annoyed. "Look at me!"
Courtney leaned forward towards the dresser, gazing at the tarantula with piecing dark eyes. Despite her misgivings, Courtney had to admit that the tarantula before her did look a bit like Duncan: most of the spider's body was black like Duncan's shirt, except the large round green mark on the back and for his legs, which were colored the same pale yellow as Duncan's undershirt; the legs also had black stripes that resembled the black armband on Duncan's right arm. The spider even had a green mohawk and the same blue eyes as Duncan! Granted, there were an extra set of eyes as well, but still…
Courtney shook her head and waved her hands out in front of her. "No, no, no, no, no! I'm not believing this! This has to a trick set up by Chris…or...or…" her brain was trying to think of a reasonable explanation to explain how any of what she was seeing and hearing was possible. Spiders don't talk! And humans do not change into spiders!
"Or maybe this is all a hallucination caused by stress!" she ventured. Courtney then let out a small cry of despair at the idea. "No! I can't believe it! I'm becoming as crazy as Izzy!"
"Trust me, princess, you're not going crazy." Duncan reassured. Not that crazy at least. He mentally added. Nobody could be as crazy as that redhead! "Heather and Justin did this to me! I went to Heather's room and those two did this weird voodoo…shadow magic thing, and the next thing I knew, I was stuck in a jar looking like Scruffy's long lost twin brother!"
Courtney placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Duncan! Heather and Justin using voodoo magic? Do you actually expect me to believe a story as ridiculous as that?!"
Duncan silently gave her the 'are-you-frinking-kidding-me?' look and gestured at his transformed tarantula body.
Courtney blinked in realization. "Oh, right." Then a sudden thought struck down like lightening as something Duncan had said in his explanation hit her. "Wait a second…" The brunette stood up, dark eyes narrowed in suspicion, and pointed an accusing finger at tarantula.
"WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN HEATHER'S ROOM!?"
"Aw, crap." Duncan squeaked, mentally kicking himself over the head. Why had he added that bit of info in there? He could almost feel the book coming down on his head again!
"Nothing happened, Princess." Duncan said as Courtney loomed over him like an eagle ready to strike. "I just needed to speak with her." About you, Duncan wanted to add, but he already been beaten and tricked too many times today; now that he was only two inches tall, he only had his pride left, and he was not going to throw that away by admitting that he had been insincere enough to go begging for relationship advice!
"Oh, like I've never heard that excuse before!" Courtney seethed, voice flaring with anger.
"Look, can we just drop this for now!" Duncan snapped, his temper starting to rise as his patience wore thin. "We have something more important to talk about!"
"Like what?!"
"Like trying change me back to normal!"
"Like I would know how to change you back to normal!" cried Courtney, throwing her hands up in the air in pure frustration. "Stuff like isn't supposed to happen in real life! This feels more like one of Chris's challenges from the fairy-tale movie genre!" She then frowned and moodily crossed her arms, turning her body slightly away from the dresser as she scoffed, "Not that I'd want to help you anymore! A cheater like you deserves punishment like this!"
Duncan was yell about how completely idiotic and untrue Courtney's entire assumption was about him cheating on her with Heather of all people was, but then something in her words clicked.
"Wait what did you say?"
Courtney whirled around and growled, "I SAID that a cheater like you…"
"No! You said something about fairy tales!" said Duncan. He tapped his front leg to his chin in a thoughtfully manner, trying to remember all fairy tales his mother and older brother and told him as a little kid….there was one that was so familiar…he could have sworn Chris had mentioned it some time during the challenge….no, it wasn't Red Riding Hood…ahem…Hoodlum…
Duncan then remembered the character that Justin had had to play.
"I got it!" Duncan said, a triumphant look crossing his face. "I know how to change back to normal!" The tarantula turned to Courtney, a devious smirk crossing his face. "Hey Princess, how about a kiss?"
"Excuse me?! Is making out always the solution to all your problems, you perverted ogre?!"
"Read up on your fairy tales, sweetheart. This is just like that one story about the dude that gets turned into a frog and needs to kiss a girl to change back."
"Oh, do you know how completely delusional that idea sounds? That's just a story! There's no way that'll work!" Courtney ridiculed.
Duncan shrugged his shoulders. "It's worth a shot, and besides…" He leaned closer toward Courtney, wickedly grinning, and gave his eyebrow a suggestive wiggle. "You know you want to."
Courtney had to fight back a gag of repulsion. She stubbornly turned her back away from where Duncan stood. "No! Not in a hundred years! There is no way I am kissing a disgusting, hairy," she shuddered, "absolutely gross spider!"
"But you kissed a frog before! During that whole stupid princess, fairy tale song!"
"That was a frog! A frog I can handle! But tarantulas are a whole different story!" Courtney argued. "You have four eyes and eight, hairy legs and worst of all…YOU HAVE NASTY FANGS FULL OF DEADLY VENOM!"
Duncan causally drew his tongue over the two fangs sticking out of his mouth. He smacked his lips in satisfaction. Cool, he was a lethal weapon! However, even though the idea of being one of the most deadly creatures on earth (as if he wasn't already) was an awesome one, being a tiny spider for his entire life didn't sound very appealing in the long run.
"Come on, princess!" Duncan begged, focusing his blue eyes up to her face and giving her the most pleading look that a spider could pull off. "What if I'm stuck this way for the rest of my life?" Surely, Courtney would realize that there was no way she could still date him if he was stuck as a spider? Duncan knew that once she realized that kissing him was the only way to change him back to normal then she'd do it so that they could be together. She just had to give in…
"Well, maybe that's what you get for hooking up with Heather!" Courtney coldly replied turning her back to him.
...Or not.
"I DID NOT HOOK UP WITH HEATHER!" Duncan yelled. The ends of his front legs clenched like fists as he glared at the back of Courtney's head. "Fine! If you won't kiss me then I'll got find someone who will…." A nasty sneer crossed his face as he snidely added, "…maybe someone like Gwen."
"WHAT?!" Courtney shrieked, twisting around to face Duncan, anger and jealousy burning in her narrowed onyx eyes.
Duncan's teal eyes narrowed in scornful slits as the sneer grew. "And then maybe I'll split my million dollars with her, instead."
"YOU…YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Courtney screamed in outrage, throwing her fists up in the airs and stomping her foot down in the beginnings of giant hissy fit. "I DESERVE THAT MONEY MORE THAN SHE DOES!"
Duncan folded his front legs across his chest and gave Courtney a smug look. "Oh yeah?" He raised part of his eyebrow. "Prove it."
Courtney glared down at Duncan, teeth clenched and body shaking in silently fury; deep inside, her body and mind were fighting an inner battle to see which conflicting emotions would determine her ultimate decision. Her ambitiousness was screaming at her to do whatever it takes to get the money that she so rightly deserved. However, to get the money, she would have to kiss Duncan, who definitely did not deserve to be kissed at the moment! Darn, she would not submit to his level and lower herself to falling for his degrading jeers! However, five-hundred thousand dollars was quite a lot...
She bit her lip indecisively for a moment more before finally giving in. "Fine!" Courtney angrily spat. "I'll kiss you!"
"Yes!" Duncan pumped his curled leg in air, letting out a victory yell.
"BUT ONLY ONE!" She snapped, holding up one index finger.
Duncan gave a deep chuckle. "Oh, we'll see how long that rule last, Princess." He teasingly gave her a broad grin that purposely showed off his rather large, venom-filled, fangs.
Courtney twisted her face away and looked as if she were holding back vomit. When she was finally able to swallow back her disgust, Courtney turned back around to face Duncan, who was patiently waiting for her to get ready. Courtney took a step towards the dresser where Duncan stood; she lifted her large eyes to the heavens and pulled her hands to her chest as if trying to draw in the strength to get through this. This was even worse than when she had to dive into that pool of green jello!
"You can do this Courtney! It's just Duncan." Courtney whispered to herself as she squeezed her eyes shut and began to lean in close enough to lock lips with the arachnid. When she was only about a few inches away, Courtney dared to peek an eye open and, to her absolute horror, Duncan had his spider lips all puckered out and…Oh good god, was that spit or venom dripping off there??!
With a cry of disgust, Courtney wheeled back, grimacing and shrieking, "Ew! Ew! Ew!" like a five year-old throwing a temper tantrum. "I can't do this!" She declared, stomping her foot down. "I absolutely won't kiss a spider! Never! Ever!"
"Five-hundred thousand dollarrrsssssss…." Duncan purred, wagging his big, hairy tarantula bottom in air as he watched her throw a hissy fit, looking quite amused by the entire scene.
"…I hate you so very much."
Not wanting to lose her nerve once again, Courtney took a deep breath, and quickly whirled around, leaned forward with eyes closed, and planted a big kiss on Duncan's spider lips.
As soon as their lips touched, there was big flash of green light that surrounded both Duncan and Courtney; the glowing emerald light spread like a vine from Duncan to Courtney, traveling through their connected lips, and completely covered her until she was nothing more than a figure of dazzling light. Then there was giant 'poof!' and then nothing more except a few stray sparkles.
Duncan opened his four blue eyes to discover, to his deep disappointment, that he was still a tarantula, and, strangely enough, Courtney was missing. He looked around, puzzled and worried by her sudden disappearance. "Princess?" he called, crawling around the dresser surface. "You're going to have to be a better kisser than that! It didn't work!"
The mohawked teen looked over the edge of the dresser. His blue eyes grew wide with shock, amazement, and fear at what he saw.
"Oh shit…" He gulped, staring down at the pile of worn clothes on the floor- more specifically at the lump moving underneath the clothes. "…I'm so dead."
Courtney finally managed to wriggle her way out of the pile of clothes, which she somehow managed to get tangled in, and glanced upward. On top of the dresser, she saw Duncan peeking down at her from the edge.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Courtney asked, shouting up at him. She blinked in surprise when she realized that she was actually on the ground. "Wait, how did I end up down here?" She glanced around and saw that every in the room now looked quite bigger than it did only seconds before. "And how did everything get so big….ACK!" While gazing around the room, Courtney's eyes had managed to catch sight of the mirror on the floor that she had thrown at Duncan earlier. She had seen her reflection…
….And had seen a brown and purple tarantula staring right back.
Up on the dresser, feeling that his very life was in danger, Duncan began to slowly ease away from the edge.
"Now, now, Courtney, before…you…uh…jump to conclusions…let's just take a deep, calming breath…and try to…"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
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....That is how this scene in the movie SHOULD have ended. I know that'd be my number one reaction. Anywho, don't have much to say here, except to watch out for next week's newest update on the story! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Read and review!