Courtney trudged up the step's to her boss' house, and let out a sigh.

"He's not going to like this," she sighed.

Once the girl got to the door, she cleared her throat, and raised her fist to knock. Before her knuckle even skimmed the door, however, it swung wide open, and Chris yanked her inside.

"Well?" he demanded, "What's going on, Courtney?"

"Well," she sighed, "I was able to get you out of prison."

"Oh, okay," Chris smiled, "then everything will be fine. Who needs Camp TV anyway? I heard Waltzing With the Celebrities is starting a new season, so I'll just sign up for that, and make a living with the prize money until I can find-"

"Well," Courtney frowned, "you do still have fines to pay."

"Fines?" Chris laughed, "Whatever! I'm rich and famous, how much do I have to-"

"One million dollars," Courtney told him.

"A…. million?" Chris asked, "But… I don't have that much money on me right now!"

"I know," Courtney frowned, "the movers are going to be arriving here in one week for material compensation. I'm really sorry, Chris."

"What- THEY'RE TAKING MY STUFF?" Chris demanded, "But it's my STUFF!"

"The law is the law," Courtney told Chris, "now listen, I have to go back to work."

"Back to work?" Chris asked, "Aren't I your only client?"

"No," Courtney said, looking genuinely sorry, "I don't work for you, I work for the production studio. As of now, I work for the new hostess."

"New hostess?"

"Yeah," Courtney said, walking out the door, "her name is Blaineley, I think. Well, goodbye, Chris."

With that, the young lawyer shut the door behind her.

"Bl… Blaineley?" Chris asked, "She… she did this?"

That couldn't be right- Chris had been dating Blaineley for weeks (a milestone in the love life of celebrities). Chris couldn't believe she would turn around and steal his show like that.

Chris wordlessly turned on his television set, and flipped to the EMZ channel, where Celebrity Search was on.

"You heard it right, folks!" Josh, the host announced, "Our very own Blaineley has gone on to host Beyond the Set! I'm sure she'll sir up some drama, and PLENTY of cat fights!"

Chris sighed, then turned the TV off. He knew now what he had to do.

Chris walked over to his desk, yanked open one of the drawers, and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Fine," he said, "they want to play it that way, I'm game. Let's see how big you are now, Blaineley."

Meanwhile, at the abandoned film lot, the campers were waking up to the smell of… cookies?

"Sugar cookies!" Cody cried, rushing out of the trailer.

"Dude, cookies?" Trent asked, "Chris would never-"

"You didn't hear?" Duncan asked, "Chris was arrested last night. We have a new hostess."

"ARRESTED?" Justin demanded, "For what?"

"It's true," Tyler said, "I was there. Some officer showed up, told Chris he had been fired, then took him away."

"I'm TRYING to get some sleep!" Noah shouted from his bed.

"We better go see what's up," Trent said, getting dressed, "I want to know what's going on EXACTLY."

"I'm in," Justin agreed, "Duncan, Tyler, you guys coming?"

"Might as well," Duncan shrugged.

"Nah," Tyler sighed, "I'm gonna stay here… I just- LINDSAY! WAHHH!"

The three boys looked at each other, shrugged, and left the trailer.

"Well," Noah sighed, getting out of bed, "I'm definitely not going to get any sleep with you crying like that."

"I'm not crying!" Tyler shouted.

"Uh huh," Noah agreed, "my sister has Barbie dolls more manly than you."

After a while, everyone reached the crafts and services tent, where Blaineley, Chef, and Tweek were waiting for them.

"Hello there, children!" Chef greeted, "Blaineley here asked me to make you some cookies! Except Cody ate nearly all of them."

Sure enough, Cody was curled up in a corner of the tent, groaning and clutching his stomach.

"Nice going," Sadie said, "I was looking forward to eating some cookies!"

"That's okay," Blaineley smiled, "Chef's about to start on breakfast. I figured I'd let you guys all know what's going on."

"What IS going on?" Bridgette asked.

"Chris was fired," Blaineley said, "and as a result, had no business being on set asking you to perform these challenges, which were rendered illegal because he wasn't part of the staff."

"Was he notified prior to the challenges that he was fired?" Bridgette asked.

"Well," Blaineley said, "I don't think so-"

"Then the only thing he's guilty of is ignorance!" Bridgette exclaimed.

"Listen," Blaineley said, "we don't need to argue about this-"

"Seriously," Gwen said, "we're not idiots. You guys didn't FIRE him for drinking- you tabloid jerks LOVE making big deals out of things like that."

"I never said he was fired for drinking," Blaineley protested, but started to look worried, "besides, we have a reward challenge today."

"A reward challenge?" Gwen asked.

"Yes," Blaineley said, "I figured we should start off on the right foot, and just have a reward challenge today. I'm hoping that we can all get to be good friends-"

"LIES!" Cody shouted, "SUGAR COATED LIES!"

"Um," Blaineley said, "um… 'kay…"

"Well?" Heather asked, "What's the movie?"

"Real Genius," Blaineley smiled proudly, "the eighties comedy movie about teenagers building a military grade laser."

"I know that movie!" Justin exclaimed, "Tears for Fears did the soundtrack!"

"Uh, one of their songs were featured in the movie, they didn't write-" Trent began.

"One's all it takes," Justin shrugged.

"So," Blaineley said, "your challenge today is going to build your own lasers, which we'll test out on various targets. Whichever team builds the better laser ins the reward."

"Finally," Noah smiled, "this challenge was catered to me."

"Oh please," Justin said, "I could build as good of a laser as you."

"Likely," Noah scoffed, "I have an IQ of over one hundred and fifty. AND I can fluently speak French, Spanish, German, and Binary."

"Yeah?" Justin asked, "Well, I can speak French too!"

"Oh yeah?" Noah asked, "Prove it. Say, 'My name is Justin and I can speak French'."

"Uh," Justin guessed, "J'mappelle Justin et… voulez-vous coucher avec moi!"

"Wow," Noah snickered, "you really can speak French."

"Told you," Justin smirked.

"Yes guys, that's great," Blaineley interrupted, "but we really should get started on the challenge."

"What about breakfast?" Duncan asked, "I'm starving."

"You'll eat after the challenge," Blaineley told him, "it'll only take an hour or so to do. But before that, I'd like to make an announcement. I, Blaineley, the new host of the Camp TV enterprise, have officially made a legal change in your contracts. Before, there were legal penalties for quitting. Now, any of you can leave the game, and no charges will be pressed! So, would anyone like to leave the game?"

No one said anything.

"Oh, come on!" Blaineley said, "You all hate being on this show, don't you?"

"Yeah," Duncan agreed, "but we don't hate winning a million dollars."

CONFESSIONAL: Gwen

"Something's up. First, Chris is fired, then arrested. Then this Blaineley person shows up, and asks us if we want to quit the game. Doesn't this sound just a BIT off to anyone else?"

(End Confessional)

CONFESSIONAL: Bridgette

"Something is very wrong here- I'm not sure what yet, but I'll try to figure it out. I don't trust Blaineley- I just hope she doesn't eliminate for voicing my suspicions."

(End Confessional)

CONFESSIONAL: Heather

"Well, this is working well for me. Gwen and Bridgette, probably two of the smartest players here- other than Noah- are preoccupied trying to figure out what happened to Chris. I'm not sure what happened to that guy, and I don't care. But while everyone is focusing on that, I need to capitalize. Sure, not everyone will lose focus because Chris' gone- but I guarantee mostly everyone will at least be a little surprised. Surprised enough for me to make a few moves. Example- after seeing how effective my strategy was with Tyler and Lindsay, I can just use it again. I mean, look at Tyler! He's acting like a little girl! Whatever. Either way, you're next, Justin."

(End Confessional)

"Anyway guys," Blaineley persisted, "let's get going. I'll drop the twelve of you off at the testing area we have set up, and we'll begin the challenge. So, if you will, follow me."

Everyone followed Blaineley out of the tent, except Cody.

"C'mon, dude!" Trent called, "You're a tech geek, we'll need you for this challenge!"

"Cookies…" Cody groaned, "too many… cookies…"

"Damn it- Justin, help me carry him to the testing area," Trent called.

But when Trent turned, he saw everyone else was already gone.

"Oh- oh, come on!" Trent exclaimed. The musician sighed, lifted Cody up, and began to pull him out of the tent.

Later, everyone had finally arrived at the site- basically, it was in front of Chris' old trailer.

"We're going to be building inside Chris' trailer?" Bridgette asked.

"Nope," Blaineley smiled, "you'll be building OUTside Chris' trailer. We're just using the trailer for target practice."

"Sick," Duncan grinned.

"Okay," Blaineley interrupted, "in front of you are two crates, one for each team. You each need to build a laser. You all have an hour to do so."

"An hour to build a laser," Noah commented, "that's rather… improbable."

"Relax, Noah," Blaineley smiled, "we have the main parts assembled. You just have to put it together- like a puzzle. Once you've done that, you're free to make any modifications you should wish. Time starts… NOW!"

The two teams ran over to the crates, and ripped them open.

"Okay Noah," Trent said, "where do we start?"

"Just leave this one to me," Noah said, "I should be able to finish this no problem."

"Wow Noah, you seem to know your way around a lot of these challenges," Bridgette said.

"pft," Justin scoffed, "building a laser isn't that hard."

"Oh really?" Noah asked, "Then would you care to demonstrate?"

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't want to lose the challenge," Justin said, "and I don't have my… laser building music on."

"Laser building music?" Noah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Obviously," Justin said, "I thought everyone had a playlist for building lasers. I mean, how am I supposed to build lasers without Peter Gabriel?"

"Shock the monkey," Trent smirked.

"I hear that," Justin smiled.

"Whatever," Noah said, "how about this- if you manage to build that laser successfully, without any help, AND win the challenge, I'll admit that you're smarter than me."

"You're on," Justin smirked, "building a laser can't be that hard."

"Careful Justin," Bridgette warned, "don't do anything stupid, alright?"

"Of course not," Justin replied, putting an arm around his girlfriend's shoulder, "when have you ever known me to do something stupid?"

"Well," Bridgette said, "there was that one time when we went to the movies-"

"Hey, that cow was about to charge!" Justin interrupted.

"Do I want to know?" Sadie asked.

"NO!" Justin and Bridgette said at once.

"Okay," Sadie said, "I'll just go over here now…"

"Well, you better get to work," Noah reminded Justin.

The pretty boy groaned, then set to work.

Meanwhile, Team Isaak was having a much smoother time. Izzy was doing the grunt of the work, and had already assembled most of the laser.

"So how do you know all this stuff again?" Duncan asked.

"Doesn't everyone know how to build a standard issue TK150 military laser?" Izzy asked.

"Uh," Gwen said, "no."

"Oh," Izzy said, "so how much BOOM BOOM do you guys want on a scale of forty three to one hundred?"

"Uh, Izzy," Gwen said, "you DO know we're trying to just shoot the trailer, not blow it up or anything, right?"

"OH," Izzy frowned, clearly disappointed, "so, no boom boom?"

"No boom boom," Gwen nodded.

Izzy let out a sigh, then went back to work.

"So," Duncan said to Gwen, "how're you holding up?"

"Fine," Gwen huffed, "why don't you go check on Tyler?"

"Because Tyler isn't a hot goth chick," Duncan smirked.

With that, Gwen pulled her fist back, and punched Duncan square in the jaw.

"OWWW- DAMNIT!" Duncan shouted.

"I remember when Lindsay and I had our first fight," Tyler sighed, "she asked me where to go out for dinner one night. And do you know what I said? I MADE THE WORST POSSIBLE MOVE THAT DAY! Do you know what I SAID? I sat there and said, 'I dunno, Burger King'? MY GOD, WHAT WAS I THINKING? Maybe if I could go back in time and change that moment, I could save our relationship…"

"Okay, dude?" Gwen said, "I'm pretty sure that has absolutely nothing to do with why Lindsay got voted off, alright? Look, if you want to, I'll vote you out too so you can be with her again."

"R- really?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah," Gwen nodded, "right after I vote out Duncan."

"RIGHT HERE!" Duncan said, "And my nose is bleeding!"

"I hit you in the jaw!" Gwen protested.

"Oh," Duncan said, "then…. Wait, what?"

An hour later, Blaineley called the two teams forward.

"Okay guys!" she said, "Time for part two of the challenge. I want you each to fire your laser at Chris' old trailer. Whoever causes the most damage wins. So, team Isaak, you're up first!"

Izzy presented her laser, which was built perfectly.

"Okay Izzy," Blaineley smiled, "fire away!"

Izzy fired her laser directly at the trailer. The beam went all the way through, forming a clear hole where the laser made contact.

Blaineley mad a slight whistle.

"Well well, that was a pretty great shot!" Blaineley admitted, "Team Bowie, can you match it?"

Justin, grinning nervously, brought forward what wasn't really a laser- more of a pile of metal.

"Uh," Blaineley asked, "what's that?"

"My laser," Justin answered quietly.

"You're kidding, right?" Blaineley asked.

"It's not my fault there weren't any Peter Gabriel CD's here," Justin grumbled.

"Whatever," Blaineley said, "I think it's clear the winner is Team-"

All of a sudden, Justin's "laser" exploded, demolishing the trailer with it.

The twelve competitors, (and Blaineley) were all speechless.

"Scratch that," Blaineley said, "Team Bowie wins."

Team Bowie cheered, except for Noah.

"Well Noah?" Justin asked, "Admit that I'm smarter than you! I won fair and square!"

"Actually," Noah said, "I told you if you could build a laser, you won. You built a bomb. Therefore, you lose."

"GAH!" Justin shouted.

"Team Bowie, you guys win tickets to go see a private screening of Real Genius," Blaineley said, "a limo will be here to pick you up tonight. It will come with, of course, your own large buckets of popcorn, large sodas, candy, and of course cookies-"

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Cody shouted, "NO MORE- wait, did you say candy?"

"I did indeed," Blaineley smiled, "so Team Isaak, it looks like you continue your losing streak."

"If it's any consolation," Justin told the opposing team, "Chris Isaak is the only man I'll willingly admit looks better than me."

"Whatever," Duncan said, "eighties movies suck anyway."

"WOAH!" Trent shouted, "Take that back, RIGHT NOW!"

"Okay, okay!" Duncan said, putting up his hands, "Just chill out, alright?"

"Well guys," Blaineley said, "go get some breakfast, and enjoy the rest of your day."

Justin was coming back from the tent when Heather approached him.

"Hey Justin," Heather called, smiling slightly, "can I talk with you?"

(A/N: Cliff hanger! I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. You're probably thinking, "Wait, I thought you said we'd know what Chris was going to do about all this!" Well, I totally lied. =D But on the brightside, you WILL hear from Chris again after the first after math, which is after the fourth or so elimination. So, about three chapters. And trust me when I say it's totally awesome. Well, I'll try to update again soon!)