Team Power: Eva, Ezekiel, Mal, Noah
Team Blizzard: Izzy, Sadie, Topher
Episode 18: Aftermath Aftermayhem
A riff from an electric guitar opened the episode, the scene fading into a close-up of a spinning blue globe. As the camera moved up across Africa and Europe, the words 'TOTAL' and 'DRAMA' appeared in white block letters with a flash, moving up at an angle to make room for 'WORLD TOUR' in two additional rows of larger letters. One final word, 'AFTERMATH', appeared below it in a shower of stars, and as the theme music reached a tentative low the gleam from the words took over the whole screen.
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Cody waited around for a bit until he saw the dingo being launched at him. He was knocked off the cliff and he started to scream. He was shown plummeting downward with the dingo in his arms. They went back up, and the dingo was biting Cody's head.
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The new Aftermath logo appeared again, its gleam taking over the screen again to transition to the next clip.
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The camera panned to the end of the line of contestants, where Ella was standing on the other side of a faint line in the barren ground. She was promptly zapped by a laser, lifting her up into the air as the energy coursed through her body. The laser shut off moments later and dropped Ella to the ground with a groan and a thud. The princess coughed up a couple of clouds of smoke.
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The new Aftermath logo appeared again, its gleam taking over the screen again to transition to the next clip.
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The boar bear was shown standing menacingly behind Heather, and the girl screamed while the bear swiped at her and injured her.
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The Aftermath's title sequence replayed itself once more, and the studio audience began to cheer even before the words lit up. When they did, it was to take the scene to the darkened stage, lit only by a pair of moving spotlights.
"Attention, Total Drama fanatics!" Harold called dramatically from off-stage. "Forget the Aftermath, this is Total Drama Aftermayhem!" The crowd went wild as he walked on from stage right. "I'm your cohost Harold," he said as he walked to the moving spotlights which quickly came together to form one bright circle center-stage, "and... wasn't Dawn supposed to meet me here," he said with an odd look as he reached the spotlight, "But she might surprise me, because this show is filled with surprises!" he said to the audience, clapping along with them.
"But first, no one is going to get an allergic reaction from these nuts. It's the Peanut Gallery!" Harold pointed stage left, the spotlight and camera illuminating the pair of couches off to the side. The eleven teens there mostly smiled and waved as the crowd cheered: Duncan, Lindsay, Amy, Beth, and Lightning on the top row; Owen, Jo, Shawn, Brick, Courtney, and Rodney on the bottom.
"In other news," Harold announced as the focus moved back to him, "our roving reporter Blaineley is doing her job and roving far, far away!"
A zoomed-out shot of the series' world map took over the screen, a large icon of Blaineley's face appearing in the top-left corner. "Blaineley's off on a Total Drama Tour to potential new franchise locations," Harold explained as the Blaineley-icon arced down to northern Europe, a flagpole raising up behind it before a boot kicked her icon down to Australia. "And she's meeting with one Total Drama superfan contest winner in each country." A flag was raised behind her in Australia, then kangaroo feet kicked her off to western Africa; another flag was raised there, and a monkey arm punched the icon to northern Brazil. After the flag was raised, a bare human foot kicked her icon into the south Atlantic ocean where it promptly sank.
"Stay tuned," Harold told the camera as the scene moved back to him, the stage now lit normally, "because this superfan is Blaineley-obsessed! Take it away, Dawn!" he called out to stage right.
The camera cut to an elderly janitor standing just at the edge of the stage, holding a mop and scratching his butt.
"Where is Dawn at?" Harold asked in bewildered concern.
"Here's a hint," a familiar voice said from off-stage. "They eat a lot of red meat there!"
The audience and Peanut Gallery gasped as Blaineley walked out on stage and up to Harold. "Blaineley? What happened to you roving?" Harold wondered.
"There's been a change of plans," Blaineley replied.
"Where did Dawn go?" Harold asked.
"She had an untimely trip to go to," Blaineley answered. "With her gone, I'm officially back in my cohost seat!" she added, sitting down on the host couch.
"Really?" Harold asked. "I believed you wanted out of your contract-"
"-so I could bail on this before my career is flushed down the bathroom confessional toilet of life?" Blaineley finished for him. "Turns out, if the live show runs long, I don't get paid," she explained. "And if I try to leave the show for any reason other than being fired or accidentally killed on-set by a falling light," she told the camera, "I'll get sued."
Harold looked above his co-host, the camera panning up to show a stage light flickering and swaying precariously. "I hope you don't get killed," the dweeb hoped.
"Nice," Blaineley replied. "Your concern makes me glad I switched places with Dawn."
A bit of static in Harold's ear caused him to bring a finger up to it, then frown and raise an eyebrow. "Really," he said, looking back at his co-host.
"Okay, on with the show," Blaineley said, standing up and walking away before Harold stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Wait a minute," Harold told her, "According to my producers, you're standing by with our superfan right now in," he paused to listen to his earpiece again, "the frigid mountains of Siberia!" Another bit of sound from the earpiece got his attention, and his eyes went wide. "We have her on the feed?" he repeated in shock. "Put her on now!"
The audience cheered as the camera panned up to the big-screen, which was now showing mostly snow but with a few hints of an evergreen forest in the background.
"That just looks like static," Harold said.
"Looks like a blizzard to me," Blaineley remarked.
The camera focused on the big screen again, and the wary form of Dawn faded into view through the snow. She was wearing a green trench coat, leaving her blonde hair to blow out behind her as she shivered.
"So why did Dawn want to go there instead of you?" Harold asked Blaineley when the focus returned back to the hosts.
"Dawn figured out a bear was homeless and struggling to find food," Blaineley explained. "She felt bad for the animal creature, and she caught wind of me being tasked to go to Siberia, so we made a compromise," she recapped as a clip of Blaineley giving Dawn her ticket was shown. "I don't risk getting hypothermia, and she gets to rescue a bear and protect it in her animal shelter."
"I wish you two told me about it beforehand, but I know it was last-minute," Harold said in response.
"Harold! Blaineley!" Dawn suddenly spoke out through the live feed of her in Siberia.
"Dawn! How are you doing in Siberia?" Harold asked.
"Not so great!" Dawn replied as the feed of her was shown. "A bear had eaten one of the interns and-" An ominous sliding rumble came from off-camera, and Dawn took one look to her right. An avalanche of snow crashed down on her, and she barely had time to yell before the feed cut to static.
The audience, Peanut Gallery, and hosts gasped. "Dawn!" Harold said, looking up in panic. "Please tell us you're alive!"
"I didn't know there would be an avalanche, so don't blame me for her getting endangered," Blaineley said.
"I know that, and it's not your fault," Harold replied. "Dawn's buried under ten feet of bear-infested Siberian snow and we can travel to help her!"
"More like twenty," Amy said off-screen. "Sorry!" she added when Harold's face became more worried.
Harold looked straight at the camera. "Dawn, if you can hear me, we will do everything in my college fund to get you back on this show!" The crowd went wild. "I have to cool down for a while, so Blaineley can take over for now." Harold then walked off stage left past the Peanut Gallery.
"For those of you just joining us," Blaineley said, the camera cutting to her, "welcome to a fresh new installment of Total Drama Aftermath!" She paused to let the audience cheer. "And speaking of stars, I'm your one and only host, Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran!"
The applause continued as the camera pulled back in to show the audience.
"You're too kind," Blaineley smiled as the shot cut back in to her. "Now let's meet tonight's special guests. She's athletic, swifty, and would be the one to watch in the competition if she didn't win the first season, Sky!" Blaineley led the applause as the shot cut to the backstage entrance just as Sky walked out with a smile; a number of voices cheered a bit louder.
"Next," Blaineley continued, "she's a villainous queen of manipulation and he's a goofy king of flirting. It's TD's newest couple, Heather and Cody!" Once again she clapped, and once again the camera cut to stage right. The two walked out on stage holding hands. They waved to the audience, then continued walking.
"Cody and Heather?" Beth said to Amy in surprise. "Who would've seen that coming?"
"Props to Gap-Tooth for finally finding a girlfriend, even if it's Heather," Jo remarked.
"And our final loser has a knack for singing and got more opportunities to do so in this musical season. Hello, Ella!" Blaineley clapped towards the stage right entrance, and the crowd went absolutely wild despite Ella walking down sadly and dejected.
"Now," Blaineley said to the camera, "it's time to kick things in the biscuits with a fresh installment of 'That's Gonna Leave a Mark'!"
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The static cut to Noah in the washroom confessional holding a sausage in one hand with a smile on his face. A horde of angry corgis burst through the door and tackled him, causing the audience to laugh.
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The second clip was set in Area 51, more specifically, the chamber where Izzy was taken after being captured. She was shot into the chair, causing her to get sent into the wall.
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The third and final clip began, showing Sadie as she was on her emu in the Australian Outback. The mount looked back at her and swallowed her whole head. The audience laughed as Sadie reactec in panic and pain.
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The segment ended there, the scene cutting back to Blaineley at center-stage. "It's time for me to announce our big surprise," she said with an excited look as the laughter died down. Sky and Ella shared a wary look, and Blaineley continued. "Tonight, Total Drama Aftermath is holding the very first ever 'Total Drama Second Chance Challenge'!" An image was shown of a globe and a bag of money against a golden background; a plane flew out and around from behind the globe and stuck into the money bag, which exploded sending dollar bills flying.
The audience cheered, as did everyone in the Peanut Gallery save for Ella. "That's right," Blaineley said. "Our motley collection of Total Drama losers just got Total Drama lucky, 'cause they're about to compete for a second shot at that million dollar prize! What do you say, Ella? You ready to get back on the plane?"
"The plane filled with heartbreak?" Ella moped. "No."
"Five of you rejects are about to capture lightning in a bottle," Blaineley said as the camera cut back to her, a pair of male interns – one white and one black – standing by with t-shirt cannons leveled at the Peanut Gallery. "Or in this case, peanuts in a can!"
Amy, Beth, Courtney, and Shawn stepped forward ready and eager as the crowd went wild; Owen barged through them moments later, causing them to scatter. Rodney accidentally pushed Jo next to Sky, and the two exchanged smiles.
"So how did you handle not getting paid for being the Ripper?" Sky asked.
"I took it out on my punching bag back home," Jo answered. "I even made a video about it."
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Blaineley announced excitedly, and the two interns opened fire on the teens. The first two hit Cody and Heather in their stomachs as they were still seated. Another can ricocheted off the heads of Brick and Rodney, knocking them back and over before landing in the eager hands of Beth. Courtney was shown smiling at one in her hand, and Owen caught his can while Lindsay got beaned in the head by one. "Most of your cans contain soft nuggets of continued loserdom," Blaineley explained while all this was going on, "a.k.a. peanuts. But, five contain something very special, so crack 'em if you got 'em!"
Duncan was the first shown opening his can; he peered close inside then shrugged and swallowed his peanuts.
Brick, Courtney, and Shawn were shown emptying their peanuts in disappointment, but Lightning was startled when a golden Chris-head sprung out of his can on a spring. "A Chris-in-the-box?!" he exclaimed. "I thought there was confetti?"
"Lightning's our first to get a second chance at the million!" Blaineley announced, earning another wild cheer from the audience. "One down, four more Chrises to go."
Jo and Sky were shown to have nothing but peanuts. Lindsay's was also peanut-only and she threw the can down. Amy was shown beating her can against the Peanut Gallery couch, and eventually managed to get the top off revealing the spring-loaded Chris head inside.
"No injuries sustained on my face," Amy said to herself.
"Aero Amy is in it to win it," Blaineley said as Amy waved and the crowd cheered again. "Three to go."
Rodney picked the papery top open with his hand, his had only peanuts. Beth was next, trying to open the can with her teeth and grinned in delight at the Chris-head that popped out. "Beth is back," Blaineley announced.
Owen was next; he held the can at arms length as he cracked it, then raised an eyebrow as nothing popped out. He shook the can, and promptly took a Chris-head to the groin that made him yelp in pain and drop to the ground. "My kiwis!" he yelped.
"Interesting technique," Blaineley told him, the three who'd already been chosen standing nearby with Lightning on the left, Amy in the middle, and Beth on the right. "Crawl on up here, Owen!" she said to the obese boy, who crawled across the stage. "Wait, there's still one spot left!" Blaineley announced. "Who hasn't opened their can?"
The camera panned over the Peanut Gallery, where Heather opened her can to find peanuts. "It's not me."
"Same with me," Cody followed up as he ate his peanuts.
A sigh drew everyone's attention, causing the camera to focus on Ella. "I'm pretty sure it's me." She apathetically opened it, and nobody was surprised when the Chris head sprung out.
"Is she going to be okay?" Amy asked when she saw Ella's state.
"Vocal Point is our fifth and final challenger," Blaineley announced while the audience applauded.
"I'll come over to you," Ella said and got off her seat in order to walk towards the other chosen contestants.
Blaineley put a finger to her own ear piece. "Seems Dawn's alive and ready to report!" she announced, the camera pulling back to get the widescreen in the shot. "So Dawn," Blaineley asked as the moonchild appeared on-screen, "How are you after-"
It was then that Harold dashed back out on stage, out of breath and filled with concern. "Dawn, tell me you're okay!" he asked.
"The superfan is peeved about me not being Blaineley," Dawn explained through chattering teeth. A white-furred baby seal was thrown over her head just then, causing her to quickly duck and gasp. "Would you stop throwing things at me!" A sausage hit her in the stomach, and in a rare moment of vengeance, she grabbed it and threw it back.
"What does the superfan want?" Harold asked. "We'll do whatever it takes to get you back!"
"I want the Drama Brothers to sing traditional Russian song of Mal," a nasally and Russian-accented male voice suggested from off-screen.
"It's not about me," Blaineley said, "but I do like a song that bashes people I don't like!"
Harold turned to the Peanut Gallery. "Are you guys in?" the dweeb asked, earning thumbs-up from Lightning, Shawn, Cody, and Sasquatchanakwa.
"This oughta be a fate-sealer," Blaineley remarked to the camera.
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[The camera switched to a close-up of an accordion as Sasquatchanakwa began to play, a few other instruments joining together into a very Russian tune. The shot pulled back to show the brickhouse, joined as the camera panned right by Shawn on balalaika, Cody on tuba, and Lightning on tambourine; all four were wearing ushankas with the flaps pinned up. Blaineley grinned and nodded in excitement as Harold popped up in front of the camera, shirtless and wearing an ushanka of his own.]
"Here I am to talk about a special guy named Mal!"
[Harold sang with fake cheer.]
"He is not a friend because I think he's really vile!"
[Blaineley became happy as Harold sang his next line, his voice becoming more hateful until he spat the last word.]
"He's a nasty, cruel, bad person, who likes to think he's strong!"
[Harold reached the stage left edge and faced the camera
"But he has to hide his tracks, so therefore, he is wrong!"
[He stood next to three white people standing together nearby and bobbing to the rhythm of the accordion; on the left was a skinny man holding a blow dryer with a sweater tied around his neck; in the middle was a fat man with a faint beard and a pale blue flowery shirt, his hand on the first man' shoulder; on the right was a young woman with a ponytail and a hair brush. As one, they chorused "Hey!" at the end of Harold's line.]
["Hey!" Blaineley repeated excitedly. "Yeah!"]
"He tells you that he's Mike and has to fake the nice guy's voice!"
[Harold continued, moving over to the Peanut Gallery. He deftly slid between the rows for his next line.]
"When we take care of him, the whole fanbase will then rejoice!"
[The chorus repeated "Hey!" again.]
["Mal is a jerk!" Blaineley said, temporarily stopping the music.]
"If he has to choose between saving a human or bees!"
[Harold popped up in front of the camera and held up two pictures of a stick figure falling in the sky and bees trapped in a cage.]
"He'll let them both die 'cause he thrives on misery!"
[He crumpled up the pictures and kicked them away, the repeated chorus of "Hey!" coming back up.]
"He's just the guy you don't want to cross paths with anytime!"
[Harold continued, moonwalking as he moved from stage right to stage left.]
"He attempts to injure us all because he's just a slime!"
[He put an arm around Blaineley as he sang that part. "Hey!" the entourage chorused.]
"He's a sociopathic monster, and no one holds a candle!"
[Harold continued, moonwalking faster and then moved off-screen stage right.]
"There's nothing else for me to say, except that Mal is evil!"
[The dweeb reappeared amongst his bandmates, showing up first behind Shawn and Sasquatchanakwa before moving over to Cody and Lightning, then back to Blaineley to get in her relaxed face.]
"He's evil!" Harold announced, the entourage giving one last chorus of "Hey!" which Harold repeated himself a second later.
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The crowd cheered for the song. "So how did I do?" Harold asked, looking up at the widescreen with a smile that quickly faded into horror. The Siberian feed was shown again revealing a large bear growling at the camera in the foreground, Dawn crouching in fear behind it. The bear slammed the camera with its claw, and the feed cut to static.
The audience and Peanut Gallery gasped. "Dawn!" Harold called out in horror.
"All you did was sing a hate song about Mal," Blaineley told him.
"If that's a Siberian Brown Bear," Cody said matter-of-factly, "Dawn's doomed." That comment earned him a flick on the ear, courtesy of Sasquatchanakwa.
"Like you said, Blaineley, what's happening to Dawn could've happened to any one of us!" Harold told Blaineley.
"Yeah. All she wanted was to help a bear find shelter," Heather pointed out.
"I really hope she doesn't die in Siberia," Sky wished.
"She'll be fine…ish?" Blaineley said uncertainly. The Aftermath theme began to play, and Blaineley nervously looked at the camera. "Someone's about to get another shot at the Total Drama million!" she said. "Find out who next, on Total Drama Aftermayhem!"
The crowd went wild, and a stage light suddenly fell on Blaineley's head. The title transitioned the episode to black.
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A brief flare from the title was accompanied by the Aftermath theme and the roar of the crowd as the episode resumed.
"Welcome back to Total Drama Aftermayhem!" Blaineley greeted. The shot pulled back to show Owen, Lightning, Beth, and Amy waiting next to her. "One of these five Total Drama rejects," Blaineley began as the camera cut to Ella walking up to the rest of the group, "is about to win our second chance challenge and go back into the big game for another shot at the million!" She was rather more excited about it than any of the five chosen players.
"So what is the challenge?" she asked. "Think Total Drama: The Board Game!" An aerial shot panned across the board, consisting of four identical rows of spaces marked with either the face of a remaining player or a flag representing one of the recent locations – the order of the spaces shown was Mal, Area 51, Australia, Izzy, Greece, Noah, Sadie, Eva, Sweden, Ezekiel, Topher, and England.
"Board games?" Amy asked sarcastically. "They are so 1975. I don't wanna play if this is what we're doing."
"Not so fast," Blaineley held Amy back. "It's in your contract. You really should speak with my new lawyer. Plus, this is no ordinary board game. The failures, that's you guys," she said as the camera cut aside to show the five players, "take turns rolling the dice and hop your way along the game board." She held up a large six-sided die, then looked down at the board on the floor in front of them. "But roll carefully, 'cause some of the squares are booby-trapped!"
"Each square represents either a Final Seven player," she added as the camera zoomed in on the Mal spot that started off the rows, "or, one of the last five places the Total Drama plane dumped 'em." The camera began to pan rightwards. "Every square has a mini-challenge you'll have to complete," she said as the camera reached the end of the line, "before you can roll again."
"Fail, and you're out of the running," Blaineley explained as the shot briefly cut back to her. "Get past this twelfth square," she continued as the camera cut back to the English flag before panning right even more to a pair of boots and then up over a familiar-looking guard, "to face this guard and his final skill-testing question. First to answer correctly wins! You guys ready to play?" She asked the question with sly confidence as the camera cut back to her.
"No need to ask them that," the voice of Harold came as the nerdy redhead walked out on stage behind Blaineley. "They aren't feeling very enthusiastic."
"Weren't you catching a flight to Siberia right about now?" Blaineley turned around and asked.
"I have to run the show too, so no," Harold replied. "My agent's taking care of that. My producers wanted me to show behind the scenes footage of the show for entertainment purposes." He put a finger to his ear piece, then added "Roll it."
"What wasn't on camera?" Blaineley asked eagerly. "I'm with you on that one if it'll keep me entertained."
"Thanks for agreeing with me on this," Harold told her and faced the camera. "Let's give it up for 'Total Drama: Behind the Scenes'!"
The camera followed up to the widescreen as the audience applauded, and the segment began to roll.
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The first clip began with a close-up of a piece of pizza that Blaineley was holding. She promptly dropped it onto the green room floor, earning a few laughs from the audience.
Quickly looking around to see that nobody was looking, Blaineley bent over and picked up the fallen slice. The audience gave a collective 'Ewww' as the camera zoomed in, showing that it had been covered by hairs, nail clippings, a used bandage, a fly and spider, and smelly lump of something disgustingly brown.
Blaineley swallowed the entire slice whole without flinching, earning another murmur of disgust from the audience.
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The second clip opened with a close-up of one of her hands, overgrown fingernails and all. A sander was taken to the hand, and the camera zoomed out to show Blaineley operating the machine while wearing safety goggles earning yet another cry of disgust from those watching.
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The third and final clip started with her letting out a breath, showing that she had a noticeable stomach.
She let out a belch and a fart that broke the camera lens.
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The clips cut to static as the audience laughed, and the scene moved back to Blaineley's horrified look on stage.
The camera came back to Harold, and he was surprised and shocked. "This wasn't what I wanted the producers to air. What the heck?"
"It's amazing what editors can do with special effects and body doubles," Blaineley said in an awkward attempt at humor. Almost nobody laughed, and those who did seemed to be doing it more at Blaineley than with her.
"I didn't know that the green room was recording 24/7," Harold explained himself. "They probably decided to show this for the audience to laugh at."
"I'm gonna have a word with them when this episode is over!" Blaineley said in anger, but calmed down and picked up the die. "Hurry," she told Amy as she thrust the die into her arms. "We're running late because of that fake clip."
"You do have a point. We are running late," Harold agreed. "But why is that so important to you?"
"Because we have a game to run?" Blaineley said nervously.
"That, but I just remembered something," Harold realized. "It's in your contract! If we don't finish on time, you don't get paid."
"And you won't too if we keep stalling," Blaineley brought up. "Back to the game. You're up, Green-Eye!"
The shot zoomed out to show Amy already in position at the starting line for the top row of the board. "Lucky number six!" She shook the oversized die a few times, then tossed it onto the game board as the audience cheered.
It landed on 4.
"Looks like I got the Izzy challenge," Amy said as she walked onto the square with Izzy's face. A table was dropped in front of the volleyball girl.
"All you have to do is drink this cup of vinegar cider from Newfoundland," Blaineley explained as a big cup filled with the aforementioned drink was dropped onto the table.
"That is so gross," Amy said. "How Izzy could drink that without throwing up confuses me."
"Do you want to get back in the game or not?" Harold questioned her.
"What's the catch?" Amy wondered aloud.
"You have to drink the whole thing and keep it down for ten seconds," Harold said. "If you can do it-"
He was cut off by Blaineley's hand over his mouth. "You're still in the game!" she told her quickly before picking up the cup and giving it to her. "Now hurry up!" she added as the camera showed a close-up of Amy looking at the cider.
"You have sixty seconds. Now go!" Blaineley hurriedly told her, and the camera zoomed out dramatically as Amy sighed and drank the cider. The crowd cheered as she took her first chug, shuddering a bit before swallowing. They cheered again as she kept chugging her 'beverage'. She soon finished and threw the cup away. She almost vomited, but she held it all in.
"Time's up. Way to go, Amy! You won your challenge. Yay!" Blaineley impatiently told Amy.
"I may need that cup," Amy moaned.
"Ella, you're up!" Blaineley walked to the singer.
"Okay!" Ella said sadly as she walked over to the starting line and raised the die over her head. "Here goes!" she said as she shook it, then slammed it down onto the board. It landed on 5.
"Five and alive for Ella!" Harold announced while Ella strolled to where she was supposed to be. "That's it. Take your time." He was met with a stare from Blaineley. "She's going through a heartbreak."
Ella stopped on the Greek flag square, which promptly revealed itself as a trapdoor and dropped Ella through the stage with a scream.
"Whoa!" Amy said in surprise as the audience gasped.
"One less player means we can pick up the pace," Blaineley said. "On the plus side," she added, "Ella doesn't have to worry about the game anymore."
Heather and Cody gave each other looks. "Is Mal really that effective?" Heather double-checked with her boyfriend.
"Breaking up Ella and Sadie isn't even the worst thing he's done," Cody told his girlfriend.
"Alright. Up next is Busy Beth," Blaineley told the wannabe who was waiting at the starting line with Owen and Lightning.
Beth tossed the die, and it came up 2. She walked onto the designated square as the audience cheered.
"Area 51!" Blaineley confirmed.
"Listen up, soldier," Harold told her. "You have to dodge some carefully-aimed lasers without breaking contact with the square," he explained as odd mechanical towers were lowered down on either side of her, each of which had what looked like a column of opening where lasers could be shot from. Beth was immediately nervous. "Or a pair of alien facehuggers-" a pair of the floating leaf-shaped aliens that had been seen in the Black Box warehouse appeared next to the bespectacled girl, scaring her even more.
"-will not so much hug your face as they will squeeze the life out of it," Blaineley finished. "Ready, and-"
"Do I have to do this?" Beth asked quickly, eyeing the aliens warily.
"Not if you want to die," Blaineley said. "Go!'
A trendy electronic tune began to play as lasers shot out one by one, going from a hole in one tower to a hole in the other one. Beth was surprisingly adept at dodging them just in time, though she was looking more and more frantic with each one.
"Those moves are epic," Harold said from the sidelines before Beth was shown dodging again, several of the positions she had to force herself into being reminiscent of actual dance moves.
"Wow, are you available for birthday parties?" Blaineley added, almost impressed. Beth was shown dodging two lasers at once now, and some of her dodges started to resemble the dancing from 'We'll Win First Class'. "Bust it, Disco Beth!" Blaineley remarked.
The lasers kept coming quicker and quicker, and despite her best efforts, Beth was eventually zapped in the butt causing her to yelp and jump off the square. The two aliens immediately moved towards her, causing the wannabe to yell and flee off-screen. "Aaaaahh! Someone get them away!" she screamed as she ran back across the screen. She disappeared from the camera's line of sight for a few seconds, then ran back across to the right with the aliens now attached to her head. Still screaming, she ran off-screen again and promptly crashed into something.
"I'll have to give her a card for a facial day," Blaineley said in concern before focusing on Lightning. "Okay, Lightning. Your roll!"
Lightning threw the die, and it landed on a 3.
"Australia!" Harold described the country. "I'd wish you luck, but you probably don't need it."
The camera cut to a boxing ring set in the middle of the stage. On stage right was a kangaroo, and on the opposite side stood Lightning. Both had on boxing gloves, and they were eyeing each other fiercely.
"Your challenge is to spar for a full round with a boxing kangaroo!" Harold described the goal while the audience cheered.
The kangaroo yawned out of tiredness, and the camera panned right to Lightning. "Man, I went up against a log-rolling bear," he said. "Boxing a kangaroo is no problem for me."
The athletic boy punched the air in front of him a couple of times as a warm up. "Show me what you've got!" The kangaroo swung a fist at him twice, but he managed to dodge them effortlessly. "Nice try, kangaroo! Now to feel the force of-"
Lightning didn't get to finish his sentence since the kangaroo punched him square in the face, knocking him out and plummeting him to the ring's floor. Despite all of this, the kangaroo still felt tired.
"So we're down to Amy and Owen," Harold stated, the camera pulling out from him to show Amy standing back in her spot on the game board and Owen who had picked up the dice. "Roll the die!" Harold told him.
The crowd cheered as Owen tossed the die onto the game board. It rolled halfway down the board, and landed on the highest number possible.
"Six!" Harold called out, the camera zoomed in on the dice on top of Noah's face as Owen casually walked over.
"The Noah square!" Blaineley added, the shot pulling back to show the two hosts and contestant. "Your challenge is to create a haiku...whatever that is."
"It's a three-line Japanese poem," Harold explained. "Seventeen syllables total, five-seven-five."
"Of course you'd know what that is," Blaineley told him.
Harold turned back to Owen. "Since this is the Noah square, your haiku has to be about some of his positive attributes."
"Noah's mostly negative," Owen said, "but it's a good thing I'm not bad-mouthing him."
"You sorta did," Harold rhetorically said.
"You have ten seconds or less. Starting now!" Blaineley spoke quickly, the ticking of a clock playing in the background.
With a quick glance at the hostess, Owen smiled giddily before clearing her throat. "Noah is funny; I won't forget that he's smart; He's a good buddy!" he recited, seeming confident by the end of it.
The clock dinged, and the crowd cheered. "Nice job, Owen!" Harold told him. "You're still in the running for a second chance."
"Let's go peeps," Blaineley interrupted in a rush. "Quick like bunnies! Amy, you're up." The shot cut over to Amy and she threw the oversized die down on the board. A close-up showed it landing on 5, and Blaineley announced "The Sweden square!" as Amy walked up along her row. She stopped on the square, and looked at the table with a platter.
Harold opened the platter to reveal three meatballs. "All right. All you gotta do is balance three of these Swedish meatballs on your finger for a three-second-"
Harold stopped talking when he saw Amy already spinning the meatballs on her left finger. When she was done, she lifted them up in the air and caught them. "Am I still in or what?"
"Yep! Just wait your turn!" Harold announced.
"I can balance these meatballs while I wait, ooorrr…" Amy took one of the meatballs and ate them wholeheartedly.
"Owen's turn, go go go!" Blaineley said to the fun guy. Owen wasted no time and quickly rolled the die.
It landed on 6, and Harold had to grin. "Another six? I've played with dice before, and I never got this. Anyway, that's the last square!"
Blaineley quickly stepped behind Owen and pushed him along, then gave him a burlap sack. "Quickly now, use the sack and capture the intern who is dressed like Jack the Ripper," she said, pulling a white male intern into the shot who was wearing most of the Ripper costume from London, though the mask wasn't pulled on all the way. He waved awkwardly, then pulled the mask down to complete his look.
"Drag him over to Sergeant Beefy here to get the skill-testing question," Blaineley said after running over to the English guard. "Forty-five seconds, go!"
Owen donned a confident grin. "IT IS ON!" The Intern-Ripper trembled nervously, then turned and ran. Owen was right on his tail, the sack raised threateningly high. He chased the Ripper across the stage, circling around Blaineley and the guard, then running back past Harold. Owen chased his quarry off-camera, and shortly after a crash was heard from off-stage.
Harold's blank look became a smile as he put a hand to his earpiece and said "Awesome! The satellite feed is up again!"
The camera zoomed out to show him standing next to an artsy widescreen anchored to the ground; the static on its screen quickly cut away to a close-up of a roaring bearing. "That looks wretched," Harold said in shock.
The image from the satellite feed pulled back as the bear finished what ended up being a rather pitiful roar, revealing that Dawn was wrapping bandages around its left front paw.
"Wounded paw meets soft-headed animal lover. I don't think Dawn will be back in a few days," Blaineley commented as she walked up next to Harold.
"I have to stay here until Bruno's better and then not only can I come back home, but he can stay in my animal shelter," Dawn turned to tell the camera.
"Alright. When you're ready, come back to us," Harold reminded Dawn as its feed cut to static. "Remind me never to visit Siberia when there's an avalanche."
"I can see your reasoning for that," Blaineley said. "After all-"
Blaineley got cut off by a Ripper-filled sack being tossed at her. The captured intern on top of her gave her a sheepish look which she returned with a scowl, and Owen sauntered up to them with a grin on his face.
"Yeah! Who's the man!" Owen said to the cheering audience. "So what's the question?" he asked, idly watching as the Ripper-intern stood up and ran away.
"Usually, it'd be me getting knocked over," Harold told Owen. "I guess the world decided to give me a freebie."
"You can thank Owen's aim," Blaineley spat as she stood up and quickly brushed herself off. "No time! Read the question!" she said to the guard behind her.
The old man opened his eyes in what almost looked like panic, then started patting himself down looking for the question. After a few seconds with Blaineley scowling impatiently at him, he lifted his hat and retrieved the note card from under it.
He slowly cleared his throat in preparation, but Blaineley gave an impatient grunt and swiped the card away from him. "What's the name of Duncan's London-based punk band?" she quickly turned and asked Owen.
Owen started to think in his mind. "Come on, Owen, it's easy!" Blaineley told him frantically.
"Don't rush me!" Owen said. "I'm thinking!"
"Come on, Owen!" Blaineley snapped. "Just say it's-"
"Der Schnitzel Kickers. Der Schnitzel Kickers is the answer!" Owen excitedly answered.
A single, ominous ding heralded a round of cheering from the audience accented with a few party noisemakers, and accompanied by a shower of celebratory confetti and balloons. "Ooh, balloons!" Owen gazed at them.
Harold looked up as well, then grinned upon realizing what had happened. "Kudos to you, Owen!" he said, darting forward to shake his hand while Blaineley watched with a smile on her face. "First person to answer correctly gets a one-way ticket to the Total Drama Jumbo Plane! Congratulations!" The celebration started to die down
"Me?" Owen repeated. "Back with my friends? Noah? Eva? And Izzy?" he stammered in rising enthusiasm. "Yeah! I'd love to go back!"
The camera pulled back to reveal that three male interns had surrounded him: a black one in front, a white one behind him, and the former Ripper stood in the background.
"Are you here to escort me? Okay," Owen smiled as he and the Interns walked away from the scene.
The audience cheered, and the Aftermath theme began to play as Harold stepped forward. "And that's our show!" he said. "Dawn won't be back for a while, but Owen's got his chance of winning the million dollars back."
He paused as the three interns came back into view, two of them walking by Owen and the former Ripper hauling a large pile of luggage. "I packed enough boxes of pizza to keep me full during the ride! And soda as well!" Owen said. Harold and Blaineley did nothing but smile and wave as Owen walked past.
"Next time, we'll be coming to live from our top secret finale location to give you an amazing sneak peek at all the drama in store for our Final Two!" Blaineley continued.
"And it's going to be brutal!" Harold emphasized in front view. "Right here. On Total! Drama! Aftermath!" he said to a wild round of applause.
(Roll the Credits)
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(Bonus Clip)
"I'm going to call my family about coming back onto the show!" Owen said in a close-up of him against a wood background while holding his cellphone. "No bars?! Never mind. They can just watch."
The camera pulled back to show him crouched in some sort of box with pizza boxes and sodas around him. "So I got taken away to be tested on because of how smart I became after the plane crashed on me. I didn't forget that Mal did this to me, so I'll have to tell Izzy and the others about him."
The camera cut to the outside of a wooden crate. "In the meantime," his voice was heard from inside the crate, "I have four more boxes of pizza to finish!" The camera zoomed out to show the crate was being carried by a helicopter.
Team Power: Eva, Ezekiel, Mal, Noah
Team Blizzard: Izzy, Sadie, Topher
Returning: Owen
Author's Note: Hopefully the whole Siberia Switcheroo plot was done well with Blaineley's character shift and all. On another note, Owen's back in the game. We felt that Owen needed to return to cap off his arc with Izzy so we're bringing him back and as mentioned, he knows what Mal did to him, so that'll be fun.
18th: Shawn
17th: Amy
16th: Lindsay
15th: Rodney
14th: Jo
Eliminated: Owen
13th: Duncan
12th: Sky
11th: Heather
10th: Cody
9th: Ella
