Author's Note: I'll put the votes for each couple to the right of their names, and an "X" for them being voted off on the left.

-Izzy and Owen-3

-Heather and Justin-21

X-Lindsay and Tyler-0

X-LeShawna and Harold-4

X-Beth and Cody-4

X-Eva and Ezekiel-0

-Bridgette and Geoff-20

-Gwen and Trent-66

-Courtney and Duncan-90

X-Sadie and DJ-2

-Katie and Noah-14

"It's morning, Bridge," Geoff says, kissing her on the cheek. She smiles and sits back-to-back with the other girls. About ten minutes after the guys had collapsed in the girls' laps, asleep, Courtney saw a dark shape in the distance.

"Hey, guys?" she asked the other girls, "I think I see something. Is that a clown or another camper?"

The girls squint into the distance. Then Gwen finally answers, "Um, it's a clown." The girls shake their boyfriends awake.

"There's a clown coming over here!"

The guys stand up and assume defensive positions in front of their girlfriends. Courtney screams. Duncan spins around at the sound of his girlfriend screaming.

A bleeding clown is grasping onto Courtney's ankle and not letting go. She shakes her leg, but with no prevail. Duncan steps on the clown's wrist, causing the hand to writhe in pain. Courtney was free, and Duncan attacks the clown: punching, kicking, and beating the clown to the ground.

"I hate clowns," he mutters. Bridgette screams. The campers all look to where she's pointing: a huge line of clowns, walking towards the couples.

"Oh. My. Gosh," they all say at once.

"Okay, they're walking practically like zombies, so we have time to prepare," Courtney says quickly.

All of a sudden, the thud of helicopter wings sounds from above. A huge wooden crate falls out of the door and lands at the campers' feet. Chris appears with a megaphone.

"Dudes, this carnival is messed up. Like, seriously. And since it says in our contract that we can't kill you, as much as that would rack in the ratings, so we have to help. The least we could do is supply weapons. See ya!" Chris exclaims. The helicopter zooms off.

Duncan pries the lid off the crate. The couples gasp in shock. There were swords, knives, rusty trash can lids (for shields), and even a bright orange chain saw.

"I call the chainsaw!" Duncan exclaims, holding the device above his head. He tests it, and pulls the rip cord. The chainsaw roars to life, the metal blades sawing the air. "Ha-ha! Come get us, clowns!"

There were only three trash-can-shields, which the guys gave to the girls. Courtney, Geoff, and Gwen had knives. Bridgette and Trent had swords. And of course, Duncan had his chainsaw.

The campers face the advancing clowns. They watch the clowns slowly walk nearer, and another wooden crate rises up from down the street, in front of the line of clowns.

The whiny voice comes on, and says, "If you get weapons, they get weapons." The campers watch as the clowns pull out whips, scythes, swords, and gloves with shiny silver spikes on them. The clowns' weapons were way more advanced.

Once all the weapons were salvaged, they began walking again. Out from a row of tents came a lone clown, on a unicycle. It was juggling five red balls. Periodically, it would throw one of the balls at the couples. They would jump back, because anything from the clowns was dangerous.

"What's it gonna do?" Geoff asks, eyeing the red ball laying on the ground.

All of a sudden, there was a huge explosion -- from the red ball. The campers are thrown back about ten feet, lying in the dirt.

"Oh my God!" Duncan shouts. There were several more clowns on unicycles, juggling those same red balls. They started chucking the balls at the campers, who were running around in a frenzy, trying to escape the raining bombs. Every now and then a big explosion would knock someone to their feet, and somebody else would help them up.

"We're gonna die," Courtney whispers, her and Duncan crouching behind her trash can shield.

"Courtney," he says, looking her in the eye. They stare at each other for a while.

"What?" she finally asks. A bomb ricochets off the trash can lid and they flinch.

"We aren't going to die," Duncan says fiercely. Courtney starts to look down, and Duncan puts his finger on her chin. He lifts her gaze back up to him. "Courtney."

"What?"

"Repeat after me: We aren't going to die," Duncan orders.

"We are going to die," Courtney says stubbornly.

"Courtney. Please. I won't let any fucking clown touch you. We'll fight like hell out there, and we'll get outta here. You'll see. But you have to trust me. Do you trust me?" Duncan asks.

Courtney nods.

"What? I couldn't hear you," Duncan persists.

"Yes, I trust you," Courtney whispers. Duncan smiles.

"That's my Princess," he whispers, kissing Courtney. They kiss for several minutes. After their kiss, the bombs had gone. Duncan and Courtney stand in a line with the other campers, and they're gripping their weapons tightly.

"'It is impossible to win the race unless you venture to run, impossible to win the victory unless you dare to battle'," Courtney whisper-quotes, watching the advancing clowns.

"Exactly, Sweetheart," Duncan whispers. "Exactly."