Chapter 2
One by one, the members of each tribe scurried off in the direction of their respective camps, some with more enthusiasm than others. The cameras focus on the Bote tribe, shown running through a densely wooded forest for about 10 minutes before Kuzco demands they take a break.
Ariel strutted towards Hercules, fanning herself with her hands. "Ugh, it's SO hot out here, could I have some of your water?" she asked him as she began to take off her shirt.
"A-anything for you, pretty lady," Hercules stuttered as he pulled out his canteen from his pocket.
"Thank you, you're such a gentleman," Ariel giggled. He's definitely a dumb guy I can use for strategic advancement in the game.
The brawny man winked at her. She's definitely a dumb girl I can use for sex in the game.
Meanwhile, Abby, The Mad Hatter, and Pleakly had picked a rest spot on a low tree branch, and were beginning to discuss their strategies for the game.
"What's your plan for who to vote off the tribe?" Abby asked the two men.
"I don't know about you, but I'm going to take out whoever I can't trust. Trust is the most important thing in this game to have!" Pleakly preached.
"As for me, I'll probably just draw a name out of a hat," Hatter replied giddily; it was hard to tell if he was joking or not.
By this time, Ursula had began to feel annoyed by everyone's banter and laziness. She stepped up onto a tree stump to rally everyone back into forward motion. "Come on, people, we don't have all day!" She rolled her eyes before picking up a box of supplies and heading off down a path into the woods.
Flynn leaned over to Mulan. "Well, ain't she a piece of work," he whispered.
Mulan laughed quietly and nodded her head in agreement.
Meanwhile, at the Quru tribe, the players had already reached their beachside camp and were exploring the caves located within a few small mountains near the campsite. Some competitors, however, were exploring their breaking points.
"Jasmine, if we build the shelter this close to the ocean, it'll be soaked in no time," Megara reasoned.
"High tide doesn't even reached ten feet from this spot!" Jasmine fumed.
"Yeah, well what you're forgetting to consider is the water flowing through the sand," Megara was having a fun game of piss off the princess.
"Bitch, I live in the fucking sand!" Jasmine yelled with rage, before swinging a fist straight for Megara's teeth. Thankfully, Aladdin intervened at the last second and narrowly pulled Jasmine back.
"Babe, you know you would have been removed from the game if that punch connected," Aladdin lectured. "I don't want you doing anything stupid, okay? Do this for me, we barely get to see each other enough as it is."
Jasmine sighed. "I'm sorry, love, I guess I just let my anger get the best of me again." She leaned up for a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm gonna go try to get a fire started," she announced before trotting away.
"Good luck, princess!" Aladdin shouted after her.
After Jasmine was out of sight, Megara gave Aladdin a look of disappointment. "You know you can do so much better than her, right?"
"I've been told," Aladdin chuckled. "Adios."
The next morning, after sleeping under a lone tarp on the beach, the Quru tribe was faced with the first twist of the season: The Hidden Immunity Idol. Chicken Little was the first one awake, and as went to open the rice container, he noticed a rolled up piece of paper that was placed through the handle. He pulled it out and unrolled it cautiously, already making a conscious guess as to what it was, and he was correct. The page crinkled, startling Rapunzel into an awake state. She quickly leaped up to see what was going on, but Chicken quieted her before she could wake anyone else on the beach up.
Rapunzel pointed to the clue in Chicken's hands. "What's that?" she whispered.
Chicken gestured for the girl to follow him into the woods. After they were out of earshot, he whispered to her, "It's a clue to the hidden immunity idol." Rapunzel gasped. "But you can't tell anyone about this, okay?"
The girl thought for a moment. "Okay." She clicked her tongue. "But what's keeping me from going over to the other players and selling you out? That would help me build trust with them, and keep me off the chopping block."
Chicken sighed. "If you keep this a secret, I promise to take you to the end of the game." Rapunzel grinned at the mention of this.
"If you let me read the clue," she finalized.
"Wow, you're a persistent little bitch, aren't you?" Chicken shook his head. "Here you go," he said as he handed it over, "it's pretty vague though."
Rapunzel read it and became flustered. "If you can count to ten from the palm of your hand, you won't have trouble finding the idol on land? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I have a few theories, but most of them are garbage," the bird sighed. "All that I can officially deduce from the clue is that it's not in the caves." It was evident that other castaways were starting to arise.
"Or in the water!" Rapunzel added.
"Yeah, that part was kinda obvious," Chicken muttered. "Now come on, we don't want anyone getting suspicious," he added before the two separated. "Dumb broad," he spoke under his breath.
As Chicken Little left the woods, Yzma entered to approach Agent Jumba.
"Just the man I've been wanting to talk to," Yzma exclaimed to the alien. "I'd like to have a word with you about your..strategy. Have you aligned yourself with anyone? Someone as smart as you should be as careful as possible to get with the right people," she commented slightly creepily.
Jumba thought for a moment, before replying, "No, I don't think I have."
"Well, you really should start getting people on your side. See Jasmine and Alice over there?" The hag motioned over to the two having a casual conversation. "They're probably conspiring against you right now. I mean, think about it, Jumba, you're a huge threat, brains, brawn, the full package," she flattered.
"I guess I am," he laughed, "but why are you trying to help me?" he seemed skeptical about the idea of aligning with her.
"I want you on my side." The expression on her face was almost demonic. "I've already got Tigger and Li Chang fighting with me, and both of them are huge physical threats. If we have you on board, we have everything we need for the whole game," she explained.
Jumba thought about her plan for a minute. "I'm in!"
"Marvelous!" Yzma exclaimed. "Let's call ourselves The Infiltrators!"
"Sounds good to me," the alien laughed. "I'm gonna go pick up some firewood, get out of here before people think we're scheming," he whispered.
She took the hint and hurried away. Unknown to her, Jumba had no intentions of trusting or aligning with Yzma or any of her minions.
Now, let's check in on the other side of the island with the Bote tribe. Things went well for them on the first day. There were no fights, and under Ursula's leadership, the tribe managed to build a decent shelter, with a roof and everything. To make matters even better, fire wasn't an issue after the tribe won the reward challenge that day. But things were starting to get heated the next morning, and it wasn't just from the fire.
Kuzco was the first awake in the Bote camp, and the first to find the Idol clue. He had no idea what it meant, so he woke up the rest of the tribe.
"Guys, I found this note in the rice and it has dirt on it and I don't know what it's for," Kuzco tantrumed.
Flynn was the first to stand up, as he was the most curious to find out what the parchment was. "Hand it over, buddy, I might be able to decipher whatever is on there." He glanced at the paper, and quickly realized it was a clue to the hidden immunity idol. "Alright, everybody, this is a clue for the idol," he announced to the group, "but I've got a proposition. To keep things fair for everyone, how about none of bother with this idol?" The tribe seemed to like this idea, as it would keep one of them from having an advantage over the other nine.
"You're so smart and charming!" Abby squealed.
"Save it, sweetie, he's not going down your road," Pleakly remarked.
Flynn ignored the comments, continuing on, "So it's settled then. We'll have none of this immunity idol nonsense." The tribe members cheered and hugged each other, with this declaration only strengthing their bonds further. However, some players in the game weren't even considering following this rule, and no one even noticed when Flynn stuck the clue in his back pocket.