"OH MY GOD! HELP ME!" Cody screamed as he ran around the cavern.

Chasing after Cody was an enraged grizzly bear- in fact, Cody was almost certain it was the one that had tormented him all of his time on the first season.

At last, however, Cody found himself trapped.

"What do you want?" Cody cried.

The bear snarled, then pointed to Cody's pocket.

"But nothing's in here except my- wait a second, are you MUGGING me?" Cody asked.

The bear nodded, and held out it's paw. Cody sighed, pulled out his wallet, and got out the fifty dollars in singles he kept inside. The bear took the money, but gave Cody as strange look as if to question why he didn't just take one fifty dollar bill.

"It looks like I have more money that way," Cody smiled, "impresses the ladies."

The bear shrugged, as if agreeing with Cody.

"So does this mean you'll leave me alone?" the geek asked.

In response, the bear pulled back its fist, and punched Cody in the face, knocking him out cold.

Meanwhile, Blaineley was in her trailer, packing some supplies to help her sabotage Scarlet's mission to sabotage the show.

"Whatcha doing?" Scarlet asked, entering the trailer.

"Packing some stuff," Blaineley snapped, "go get me my coffee, Twee- oh, bugger."

Before Blaineley could even turn around, she felt something hit her in the head, and then she drifted out of consciousness.

"Cody still hasn't come back," Justin growled.

"For the last time, I don't care!" Duncan snapped, "I could just pound that dweeb into oblivion, even if he IS some sort of manipulative evil genius."

The two were in the boy's cabin, for once acting civilly. Despite the two hating each other, Justin wanted to make an ally in case push came to shove.

"Okay," Justin sighed, "let's say you weren't really a little girl, and you actually COULD fight. It wouldn't make a difference, because Cody has an alliance with Noah and Heather, possibly Gwen."

"Gwen?" Duncan asked, looking furious, "That little-"

"Give it up," Justin scoffed, "Gwen isn't interested in you. Just move on already, and stop it with this punk persona. Maybe you'll find a girl who actually likes you when you're not acting like a complete douchebag."

"Man, it's not a persona," Duncan snapped, "it's life."

CONFESSIONAL: Justin

"Wow, the one time I give good advice it's completely ignored."

(Justin turns to leave the confessional, but suddenly a voice is heard over the intercom)

Scarlet: "Hey there, Justin."

Justin: "And now I'm losing my mind."

Scarlet: "Relax, I can assure you that you're sane. Well, I can't guarantee you'll stay that way. Here's the deal- this is my show right now, and you've just wandered on to one of my traps. That chair you're sitting on is pressure activated. If you get off of it, it'll explode- and probably kill you."

Justin: "WHAT?"

Scarlet: "I know, right? And you got one of the EASY ones. So, find a way to disarm that thing, and we'll see how much farther you make it. You could get one of your friends to do it, but the last I checked the Hall to your Oates just left, and no one else knows how to diffuse a bomb. Well, I've got a lot to do and not much time to do it in- ta-ta!"

(Justin looks around the confessional. Worried)

Justin: "IZZY! HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"

(End Confessional)

Justin felt around under the seat of his chair- yep, there was definitely something strapped underneath him.

"This BLOWS," he groaned, "what the hell kind of challenge is this? Unless… Chris is back?"

Speaking of Chris, he had just entered the confessional, and shot an annoyed glance at Justin.

"Get out of here," Chris snapped, "I need to reapply my evening make-up!"

"You… wear make-up?" Justin asked.

"Well, I uh-" Chris began.

"Listen, that doesn't matter!" Justin exclaimed, "I made a confessional, and all of a sudden some crazy girl came over the intercom, and told me I was sitting on a bomb! If I get up, I'm going to DIE."

"Yeah right," Chris laughed.

"Look. Under. My chair." Justin hissed.

Chris knelt forward, and his jaw dropped.

"SWEET WALTZING MATILDA!" Chris shouted, "THE HELL, MAN?"

"I TOLD YOU!" Justin shouted, "Go get Izzy, she's the explosives expert!"

"I know, she stuffs her bras with C4," Chris nodded.

"What?" Justin asked, "Wh- wait a second, how do YOU know that?"

"Long story," Chris replied, "wait here, I'll get help!"

But when Chris got to the girl's cabin, however, he found only Heather there, curled up in the corner.

"Where is everybody?" Chris asked.

"I don't know!" Heath exclaimed, "The trailer was gassed, I woke up a little while ago and everyone was gone!"

Chris stepped forward, but Heather motioned him back.

"This room is rigged," she whispered, "one wrong step, and we blow."

All of a sudden, Chris' phone started to ring.

"Courtney, what?" Chris demanded.

"Courtney?" Heather asked, "As in Chris'- wait a second, you're- you can't be-"

"Chris, listen to me," Courtney hissed, "you need to hide, right now. It's Scarlet, and you know what that means."

"Scarlet?" Chris asked, "As in the personal henchman for-"

"Yes," Courtney interrupted, "you have to save the contestants, and then take them to a hiding place somewhere."

"HA! Screw that," Chris laughed, "Save THESE guys? Ha! I'm getting out of here!"

"Chris!" Courtney snapped, "If you don't help them, I'll… I'll… I'll post those pictures of you and Cameron Diez at Alec Baldwin's party!"

"You wouldn't!" Chris gasped.

"I would," Courtney hissed, "you better get going. Knowing Scarlet, she's probably monitoring everything extensively. She likes to have her fun, but she never makes a mistake. Try taking out the cameras first."

"This isn't the first time I've been in this scenario," Chris snapped, "no… well, wait, yes it is. But I think I'm Batman enough to manage it!"

"Whatever, Chris," Courtney sighed, "listen, scratch that. I think I might be able to hack into the security cameras from here. It'll take a while, but it should provide Scarlet with some technical difficulties, which will at least buy you some time."

"Where did you get all of the sudden tech expertise?" Chris asked.

"I have to go, talk to you later!"

With that, the line went dead.

"Damnit!" Chris groaned.

"It really is you, isn't it?" Heather asked.

Chris sighed, and took off his hat.

"Yep," he said, "but before we get into the teary reunion, I'm kind of being blackmailed into saving y'all."

With that, Chris rushed out of the cabin.

Meanwhile, Scarlet, who was watching on the security screens, gasped.

"McLean!" she hissed.

Scarlet pulled out her phone, and speed dialed her boss, who answered immediately.

"Something wrong?" he growled.

"Yeah," Scarlet hissed, "the new contestant, Bob? It was McLean all along."

"What?" her boss asked, "You sure?"

"Positive," Scarlet replied, "he took off his hat."

"So you're telling me he was wearing some sort of magical hat that prevented anyone from recognizing him, even though all he had to do was put on said hat?" her boss demanded.

"It was very convincing," Scarlet shrugged.

"Shut up!" her boss snapped, "I'm on way! I want to deal with McLean myself! Do what you want with the others!"

"Yes sir," Scarlet smiled, "oh, and I found… The Shadow, is that what you call yourself now?"

The Shadow glared at Scarlet.

"Nice work," her boss yawned, "we can deal with that boy later. I want McLean."

The line went dead, and Scarlet turned to face Shadow, who was tied up.

"Aren't you going to give some grand speech and then unmask me?" The Shadow asked, "Isn't that the villain cliché?"

"Nah," Scarlet smirked, "honestly, I don't care all that much. But I'll tell you what I DO care about- money."

All of a sudden, the security screens began to go static.

"What the hell?" Scarlet demanded, "What's McLean- no way he could be doing this, could he?"

Scarlet began button mashing on the control panel angrily. The static stopped, but the screens were now all blank.

The blonde sighed, and threw her hands up in frustration.

"Why don't you go out there and check it out?" The Shadow asked.

"Any other genius ideas?" Scarlet snapped, "Besides, for all I know that could be a trap to get me to go outside to an ambush."

The Shadow sighed.

"Just sit tight," Scarlet shrugged, "I might not be able to see all that great around the lot, but the traps I've set up should be good enough to keep the contestants in check for a while. At least until my boss gets here."

Except that Scarlet's traps WEREN'T good enough to keep all of the contestants in check. At least, it was that way for Izzy.

Chris had found the redhead in the crafts and services tent, eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes.

"Izzy!" chris exclaimed, "Aren't you- I dunno, tied to explosives or something?"

"What?" Izzy giggled, "No, silly! Well, I mean, I WAS, but now I'm not. The bombs were WAYYYY to easy to disarm, a two-year old must have set them up."

Izzy pulled out a chain that she was sitting next to, and tossed it on the table. Stapped to the chain were various timers and wires. One of them was still going, to Chris' horror.

"Uh, Izzy?" Chris gulped, "One of them is still counting backwards…"

"Oh, really?" Izzy asked, "oops, must have missed that one. RUNNNNNNNN!"

The two rushed out of the tent as quick as they could. Just as they got out, the bomb went off. Chris dove forward, but Izzy just flipped her hair, put on an a[pathetic expression, and slowly strutted forward.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Chris shouted as flaming bits of tent rained around him.

"Cool guys don't look at explosions," Izzy snapped.

Chris face-palmed.

"Look," he said, "I'm kind of being black-mailed into saving you guys, so if you could help me out here-"

"What's in it for me?" Izzy asked.

"You… get to disarm more bombs?" Chris offered.

Izzy glared at Chris.

"Uh," the former host continued, "boom boom?"

"BOOM-BOOM!" Izzy cheered, "Let's go!"

Chris led Izzy back to the girl's trailer, where Heather was still waiting.

"Must be laser wires," Izzy huffed.

Izzy walked out of the cabin, the walked back in a few minutes later with some baby powder.

"You do know Justin is-" she began.

"Yes, I know," Chris sighed, "we'll be having to help him too."

"Not until he admits Tom Waits is better than David Bowie," Izzy said, crossing her arms.

The redhead then opened up the bottle of baby powder, and tossed the powder into the air. Briefly, the three could make out red lines all around the room.

"Okay," Izzy said, "here I go!"

Somehow, with only that brief glimpse, Izzy managed to dart around the room, grab Heather, and get back without setting a single one off.

"I never thought I would be saying this, crazy girl," Heather muttered, "but thank you."

"We better go get Justin," Chris suggested.

"Okay," Izzy sighed, "whatever you say."

Back in the confessional, Izzy and Justin were having an argument.

"Admit Tom is better!" The redhead shouted.

"NEVER!" Justin growled, "Bowie is the greatest musician alive! He's like The Highlander of the music world!"

"Well, in that case you can continue to sit on that pressure bomb," Izzy huffed, crossing her arms.

"Now you listen here," Justin hissed, rising out of his seat, "David Bowie is- oh, crap. RUN!"

By the grace of- well, me, the contestants (and Chris) were all able to make it out on time.

"Justin, you IDIOT!" Chris snapped.

"Don't blame me!" Justin protested, "Blame Izzy for not having any taste in music!"

"Blame Justin for not admitting Tom is better than Dave!" The redhead huffed.

"Okay, Tom is awesome, just not AS awesome," Justin frowned, "happy?"

"Yes," Izzy smiled, "a little. Now, who else is there?"

"Noah, Gwen, Duncan and Cody," Chris said, "but Cody's been missing for the past few days anyway, so I'm not sure what that could mean. Do we look for him?"

"No," Heather said, looking worried, "we should focus on finding everyone else, I think."

"Okay," Chris said, "here's the plan: we find everyone, then GTFO."

Chris phone began to ring.

"Courtney, what?" the ex-host demanded.

"Good news and bad news," the assistant replied, "my friend Beverley was able to hack into the film lot's cameras, so Scarlet won't be able to see you anymore."

"That's great!" Chris smirked, "Tell her I said thanks!"

"It's a HE," Courtney corrected, "and the bad news is… well… HE is heading to the film lot as we speak."

"WHAT?" Chris gasped.

"Yeah, worse news," Courtney continued, "Scarlet has the place on lockdown. The fences are rigged with electricity, and nearly every other exit is bugged with explosives."

"NEARLY every other exit?" Chris asked.

"There's the one in the make-up confessional," Courtney said, "there was a hatch in the floor-"

Everyone glared at Justin.

"Heh… heh…" the pretty boy chuckled, looking away.

"Yeah, the make-up confessional sort of blew up, so that won't be happening," Chris sighed.

"Then just hide somewhere, I don't know!" Courtney exclaimed.

"Okay, new plan," Chris said, hanging up his phone, "we split into two groups. Two of us look for a hiding spot, and two of us get the other contestants. We meet back here in an hour."

"I'll go with Justin," Heather shrugged, "We'll find a hiding spot."

"Fine," Chris sighed, "let's go, Izzy."

Meanwhile, Cody continued to wander around the cavern, now wallet-less.

"Damnit," Cody groaned, "stupid Camp TV, stupid Chris, stupid Blaineley, stupid Shadow-"

"CODYKINS!" a voice squealed.

"Oh no," Cody groaned.

Sierra and Tweek ran out of the shadows.

"Oh no, man!" Tweek shuddered, "They got you too?"

"Who's they?" Cody asked.

"Blaineley and Noah!" Tweek groaned, "Noah has been dressing up like Darth Vader and running around camp, man! It's just WAY TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"

"Wait a second," Cody gasped, "NOAH?"

"There's two Darth Vaders," Tweek groaned, "Noah, and that other guy, I don't know man, it's just too much!"

"That doesn't matter now," Sierra said, pulling Cody into a hug, "because now you're with ME, at last!"

"Blaineley's boss is coming!" Tweek exclaimed, "That's the last I heard, man, GAH! HE's a really scary dude! He was going to put all of the campers in cages and feed them to a plesiosaur!"

"WHAT?" Cody demanded.

"Don't listen to him, Codykins," Sierra frowned.

"WE have to go help them!" Cody exclaimed.

"No way, man!" Tweek groaned.

"C'mon, Tweek," Cody said, "could you live knowing you let everyone get eaten by a plesiosaur?"

"YES!" Tweek exclaimed.

"Tweek, if you DON'T help them," cody said, "uh… their ghosts will come back and haunt you!"

"GHOSTS!" Tweek exclaimed, "GAH! THAT'S WAY TOO MUCH- THIS IS- GAH! JESUS, MAN!"

"Are you going to help or not?" Cody demanded.

"Fine," Tweek sighed, "only this one time!"

"I'll help too!" Sierra offered.

"Fine," Cody sighed, "only this one time! Listen- I think I have a plan. We just need to find a way out!"

Chris and Izzy made it back to the met-up point an hour later, as had been planned. They had been unable to find Duncan, Gwen, OR Noah.

"Where are Justin and Heather?" Chris asked.

"Hey, do you hear something?" Izzy asked.

Indeed, there seemed to be quite a lot of commotion coming from the entrance of the film lot.

"C'mon," Izzy said, "let's go check it out!"

The two followed the source of the noise, until they reached a horrifying sight.

Gwen, Heather, Blaineley, Duncan, Justin, and a guy in a Darth Vader suit were looked in a cage, and soldiers were marching into the camp. Sitting on top of the cage was Scarlet, a smirk on her face.

"Nice of you to join us, maggot," a voice called.

Chris turned- there he was.

"Hatchet," Chris growled.

"That's GENERAL Hatchet to you, maggot," said a huge black man stepping out from behind a line of soldiers. Noah was standing next to the man, looking slightly annoyed.

"So do I get my money now?" he asked.

"NOAH?" Chris asked, "You were WORKING with him?"

"Yup," Noah shrugged, "it'll help pay the bills."

"Soldiers!" General Hatchet commanded, "Take McLean and Crazy-girl to the cage!"

Before she could move, Izzy was tranquilized and dragged off. Two soldiers came up from behind Chris and grabbed him by the arms.

"Noah, if I ever get my job back, you're SO screwed!" Chris shouted.

"Yeah, but you ain't gonna," Hatchet laughed.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Chris screamed in stereotypical movie fashion as he was dragged off.

TO BE CONTINUED