Author's Note: So here's the real next chapter! Prepare to read one of my favorite chapters of the story!

Duncan immediately leaned into his empty bowl and began to violently throw up in disgust.

"Oh good!" Chef brightly commented, "Looks like you won't need a refill!"

At the comment, Duncan, who had lifted his slightly green face up, instantly slapped a foot over his mouth and leaned over again, unleashing another wave of vomit, body convulsing.

"That's impossible!" Courtney growled up to Chef, ignoring her vomiting companion. "There's no way Beth is a princess! Canada doesn't even have a princess! WE'RE A PARLIAMENTARY DEMOCRACY FOR PETE'S SAKE!"

"Short girl may not be a royal princess, but she is in the world of merchandise." Chef pointed out.

"But I had my own Princess Courtney doll!" Courtney argued, unable to believe what Chef was saying.

"Had is the key word, Miss Bossylegs." Chef said. "If I do remember correctly, since your stringy lawyers wanted 80% of the profit money, Chris had the Princess Courtney dolls replaced with Princess Beth dolls. So she's the official princess of Total Drama."

"But…But…." Stammered Courtney, worked up with anger at what she was hearing. "But that's not fair!" she screeched, "I WAS THE FIRST PRINCESS DOLL!"

"Take it up with the gel-hair man himself." Chef said. "All I'm sayin' is that if you and your delinquent boyfriend want to change back to human, you're going have to kiss Beth by midnight tonight!"

"Aw, don't tell me it's more of that fairy tale rule crap again?" Duncan groaned, lifting his head from the now vomit-filled bowl.

"Yeah, what's going to happen at midnight tonight?" Courtney questioned, not looking too concerned.

"Well, my little half-witted buggy friends," Chef said in a low, dark tones, "At midnight tonight, season two will be officially over for the show and that means the Princess Beth dolls will go off the markets so she won't be a Princess anymore."

"HA!" Courtney cackled in victory. She noticed everyone staring at her and resumed a more somber expression. "Oh…I mean…poor Beth. How tragic."

"I still don't get why they're going off the markets so quickly." Duncan said.

"BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT SELLING, THAT'S WHY FOOL!" Chef hollered into the delinquent's face.

"Okay, so the only way me and Courtney can change back to normal is to have Beth kiss me?" Duncan asked, wanting to be certain.

"Looks like it." Confirmed Chef.

"…On the lips?" Duncan questioned, gulping nervously.

"Hmmhmm." Chef nodded with a smirk on his face that clearly indicated how much the former military man was enjoying this little fiasco. He just loved seeing the little delinquent squirm.

Courtney, who had been oddly silent during the questioning, suddenly spoke. "Uhh, Chef, is the confession stall still open?"

Chef looked slightly puzzled by the odd question. "Yeah, why?"

Courtney gave a very strained smile as she crawled off the table and to the door. "Oh no reason."

Both Duncan and Chef shot themselves confused glances while Bunneh and Molotov did the same as they all watched Courtney scurry out of the mess hall and towards the confessional stalls from season one.

Confession Cam

Courtney, red in the face and dark eyes blazing, is screaming profanities out in pure, undeniable rage at the camera.

"STUPID *bleep* FAIRY *bleep* TALE CHALLENGE! *Bleep**bleeping* Beth! And *Bleep**bleeping**bleep*CHRIS! *Bleep* HIM AND HIS *bleeping* EGOTISTIC *bleep* MONEY-GRUBBING *bleep*! *Bleep* THAT IDIOTIC SON OF *bleep*!"

With an enraged, censored out scream, the vicious female tarantula broke the toilet seat clean off the toilet and tossed it to the camera.

The rest was just static.

End of Confessional.

The mess hall was in complete darkness until Chef pulled a string and lit up one tiny light bulb. When the light bulb lit up, it revealed Chef dressed up in a Commanding officer uniform, complete with an army helmet and badges of honor; behind him was a rolling black board with what looked like the chalk drawn outline of an invasion plan. Standing before the drill sergeant slash chef like soldiers ready for briefing were Molotov, Bunneh, Duncan, and Courtney, all decked out in green army helmets.

Chef paced back and forth in front the lined up animals, holding his hands behind his back. Clenched in one fist was a long, skinny pointing stick.

"Listen up, you lot of pathetic maggots!" Chef Hatchet barked in his best drill sergeant voice. The four animals snapped to attention. "Since you two's stupidity has gotten you into a dire life threatening situation, I have taken upon my noble duty to help you…"

"You want some award money, don't you?" Duncan flatly stated.

"Yes indeed." Chef happily confirmed, not bothering to deny it. His expression quickly changed from happy to threatening as he leaned forward, pulling up a large, sharp kitchen knife from behind his back, and gave a threatening shout into Duncan's face. "AND I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, YOU LITTLE GRASS-STAIN PUNK!"

Having got that minor detail out of the way, Chef resumed his normal disposition. "As I was saying, since I take it upon myself to help you two maggots and your pets out, I have come up with an ingenious plan to get you back to the Total Drama Action studio before the reward ceremony tonight."

"Can't you just drive us there?" Courtney testily asked.

"You got here by yourselves so you can get back by yourselves!" Chef barked. "What do I look like to you? A BABYSITTER? And besides," Chef added, pointing out the window towards the jumbo jet, "airplanes ain't going to paint themselves, you know."

"So what's the plan, Commander Picasso?" Duncan asked.

Chef slapped one end of the stick at one of the white squares drawn on it. "We're here at point A and we need to get all the way over here at point B" He drew the stick across the board to a chalk drawing of the abandoned movie studio.

"To get from Point A to Point B, you four shall use the Boat of Losers to sail all the way to the dock area of the movie studios." Chef explained, "From there, you four can get in contact with short girl and exchange the smooches." Ignoring the looks of disgust on Duncan's and Courtney's faces, he asked, "Any questions?"

Duncan raised his front leg. "Yeah, why the hell do we have to take the Boat of Losers? There's a freaking jumbo jet parked right outside!"

"Fine," Chef said, "You can take the jet, but you'll have to sing a musical number and jump off without a parachute when it's time to land. Is that fine and dandy with you two?"

"We'll take the boat." Duncan and Courtney together sighed.

"I thought so."

The morning was at its brightest as the dingy Boat of Losers set sail down the river with its passengers waving farewell from its rails.

"Seeya crazy dude!"

"Nice meeting you!"

"Bye Chef! Thanks for the help!"

Duncan said nothing but just playfully mimicked a soldier salute to Chef as the Boat of Losers slowly drifted away from the dock.

"Later maggots!" Chef called out. He was a ladder that was leaning against the side of the jumbo jet and had a hair blow dryer in one hand, and causally blow drying the giant painting of Chris.

When Chef and the dock were well out of sight, the Molotov shuffled over the wheel of the boat to navigator since he was the only one tall enough to do such a job. Bunneh stretched his front paws until they gave a satisfying crack.

"Well, I'm officially starving." He grumbled, noisily scratching his rear end. He glanced over at Courtney. "Wanna go see if we can't a fish? You can provide the string while I provide the manly muscle!" The deep-throated rabbit flexed his non-existent muscles.

"How charming." Courtney sarcastically commented. She gave a sideways glance at Duncan, immediately forming a smile on her face. "Would you like to come?"

The smile on Courtney's face unexpectedly made all eight of Duncan's legs feel like jello. With his mind a jumble of confusing thoughts, Duncan's shook his head.

"That's all right. I think I'll hang with Molotov."

Courtney looked slightly disappointed, but was instantly dragged away from Bunneh who proclaimed loudly, "Oh well, more fish for us!"

Once Bunneh and Courtney were on the other side of the boat and out of earshot, Duncan unleashed a deeply troubled sigh, absently running a front leg over his mohawk.

"Something on your mind, Bratka?" Molotov knowingly asked from the wheel of the boat.

"None of your business!" Came Duncan's usual comeback, though he instantly regretted it. Molotov had done nothing but help him and Courtney and didn't deserve such stinginess. "Sorry" he moodily apologized, climbing up the wheel so that he could be closer up to Molotov's height.

"Think nothing of it, Bratka." The bear replied good-naturedly.

"Why do you do that?" Duncan dared to ask, curiosity finally getting to him. "Why do you keep calling me that?"

The Russian bear gave a rumbling laugh. "It is a compliment, Duncan. It means 'good friend'."

"Oh," Duncan found himself oddly touched by the explanation. A warm, pleasant feeling spread through him at the thought of someone considering him a friend. It made him miss Geoff, Gwen, and DJ…and, strangely enough, Harold as well.

"What about that name you call Courtney? Shishka?" Duncan asked.

"It means 'someone very important'." Explained Molotov.

Duncan found himself chuckling at the explanation. "Well that fits. Princess definitely believes she's the most important person in the universe."

The brown bear gave the tarantula a weird look, tilting his head to one side. "I did not call her that because of her bossiness, Duncan."

"Then why?" Duncan stopped chuckling and asked, looking genuinely puzzled.

"Because, my little bratka, I saw from the very beginning that she was very important to you."

Duncan could not trust himself to speak. There such certainty in Molotov's voice as he said it, yet Duncan did not want it to be true. His relationship with Courtney had been filled with too many bumps for him to want it again. Too much anger…too much pain…

Molotov's black eyes met with Duncan's blue. "You love her, Duncan."

…too much love….

"Yeah right," Duncan scoffed, shaking his head, his mind and heart in turmoil, "there's no way I love her! Where have you been this whole time? Haven't you been listening to that girl at all? She's bossy…"

"Determined…"

"Way too uptight!"

"Feisty…"

"The most annoying person I've ever met…"

"Has the most beautiful laugh…"

"And…And…." Duncan stammered with a pounding heart, "And I'm in love with her." His blue eyes grew wide with shock when the realization fully hit him.

"Oh shit, I'm in love with her!" Duncan proclaimed almost falling off the railing of the boat in shock. It wasn't just attraction! It wasn't just a crush! If he could still have such strong feelings for her after all the crap they've gone though in the show and during this entire experience, then it had to be love.

Molotov caught the spider teen before he could fall into the river. "So, you need to tell her!" he laughed.

Duncan shook his mohawked head. "Dude, you don't get it. Sweetlegs and I may have had a thing before, but don't think she wants to be with me." The delinquent remembered the how incident with Gwen and Heather and felt his spirits crash. "She…our relationship won't work. We've tried and it…well…." Jeez how could he say this without sounding like a complete pansy like Trent?

"It blew up in our faces." He finally said, bowing his head.

"Then try it again!" Molotov insisted. "Tell her how much she means to you! You'll never know unless you try, Bratka."

Duncan glanced down at the murky water, pondering over Molotov's advice. His eyes suddenly lit up.

"How about a date?"

Courtney had never really been a fan of fishing. It took too long and required too much patience for her. Plus, she didn't like touching the bugs on the hook.

Because of this, she was content on just lying down on the boat railings, catching some noontime sun while Bunneh continued the fruitless task of trying to catch a fish with some spider thread attached to his stick ukulele.

"I think I felt a nibble!" Bunneh said, giving Courtney his usual commentary every thirty seconds.

"That's nice, Bunneh." Courtney replied in the same tones that an impatient babysitter would use on a five year old.

There was a gap of silence that last several peaceful seconds. Then it came….

"So when you and Dunk get hitched and start popping out little spiderlets, can you name one after me?"

Courtney shot up from her lying position, eyes wide shock. "WHAT?"

"I mean spiders like have a hundred babies, right? I'm sure you don't want to call them all Duncan and Courtney Jr.!"

"Duncan and I are NOT having babies," Courtney spluttered, still blinking her eyes in disbelief at what she had heard. "Especially not a hundred spider babies! We're not even a couple for goodness sake!"

Bunneh's long ears perked up in confusion as he glanced at her. "You're not?"

"Of course not!" Courtney spat, "What on earth ever gave you that hint!"

Bunneh shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, maybe the fact that you two are completely gaga over each other. I can practically hear Duncan wolf whistling every time he looks at you and, no offense babes, but you're no different."

Courtney's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment at where this conversation was heading. "We are not gaga over each other! What kind of love-struck couple argues every five minutes?"

"The only reason you two argue is because you two are waaaay too alike." Bunneh commented. "Freakishly so I might add."

"Too…alike?" This was something new to Courtney. No one had ever said that she and Duncan were alike before. Complete opposites, yes, but never alike. "Me and Duncan are not alike!"

Bunneh gave Courtney a sideway glance, looking quite bored. "Babes, I've never seen a pair more alike than you two." Seeing that the girl was still confused, he continued. "Sure you two might have different interests and different styles, but inside, you two are like soul mates and junk. You two love being in charge, you're both extremely competitive, will probably beat the daylights out of anyone that gets in your way, you two will probably never admit when you're wrong,"

"And," Bunneh added, smiling after a pause, "You two are too proud to admit that you're crazy, head-over-heels, completely and utterly whipped over each other."

With that, the rabbit turned back to his fishing.

Stunned into speechlessness, Courtney found herself looking down in the river's surface. Slowly, her watery reflection began to smile back at her.

"We really are alike," Courtney quietly, but happily murmured. "Aren't we?"

Don't have too much to say about this chapter except I love vomit jokes and Please read and review!