AN: Hey, guys, DarkShockBro here! Well, here we are, the second part of the third episode! And someone's going home! Will it be the same person, or will things switch up a little this time? You'll have to read to find out! Hope you enjoy it!

Spider and Quana were standing on the Dock of Shame, yet they looked a little unnerved. As such, it took a few seconds before Quana spoked up and said, "H-Hey, welcome back to Total Drama Letterama! If you are just joining us then… uh, you didn't miss much! R-Right, my little arachnid?"

Spider gulped but nodded and continued, "Y-Yeah! Anyway, today's challenge is building flying vehicles! In a few hours, we'll see which vehicle can go the highest, and the team who created that machine will win. Nothing too complicated. Anyway, let's see how the teams are doing, shall we?"

(Confessional: Tooootally not suspicious.)

Lankston: (ponders) Hmm… Fripp didn't admit his fear either. Eh, I guess I could get him to tell me even though there won't be a fear challenge. Can't say I'm not curious as to what's going on in the warped mind of that blockhead.

Max: This is a challenge I could do well in, as I'm pretty good at building things that are totally high-technicaaaaal! I mean, sure, I'm better at robotics than engineering but I've got mad skills all the same.

Xyly: (sighs) Xyly thinks this challenge is not going to be easy. Xyly was never very good in electronics class.

Cherry: I am so riding our vehicle, 'cause love going super duper fast! Bingo wingo, baby!

A few seconds after Team Mongolia gathered around together, Alice was the first to speak. "OK, here's how it's going to work. We're going to make our machine lightweight with a lot of thrusting power so that it can get as high as possible."

Subsequently, Cherry raised her hand and asked, "Can I be the leader this time? I think I could be good at this! I've built a stock car before, so I'm sure I could build a rocket or some other type of flying machine!"

Alice pouted in response, "No, I'm the leader! I am the best! I am the strongest! I am the smartest and by extension, the mea-best candidate for leading us to victory after victory! Yeah, that's it!"

After sighing and rolling his eyes, Bishop said, "Uh huh, sure. As for me, however, I vote that Cherry has a go. You led last time, so it's only fair that somebody else has a go at leading."

(Confessional: Cup o' Jo, anyone?)

Bishop: Truthfully, I dislike Cherry as well, but getting Alice angry is quite satisfactory in itself. And besides, Cherry could either do well and lead us to victory, or fail, which would cause her to get she'll get voted off, so as long as I stay under the radar, I'll be safe for at least one more day.

After Bishop's comment, Alice stomped her foot on the ground and whined, "But I want to lead!"

Zed shrugged. "I don't see no problem with Cherry leading."

The seemingly professional girl pointed an accusing finger at the farmer and yelled, "That's a double negative, you uneducated hick!"

At that point, Eddie spoke up. "Perhaps we could simply vote for the leader. Is that alright with everyone?"

After being met with shrugs and general indifference, the detective continued. "Alright. Hands up if you want Alice to lead."

In response, Alice raised her hand, allowing Eddie to nod and say, "I see. Excellent. Hands up if you want Cherry to lead."

Everyone minus Alice and Sasha raised their hands, causing Eddie to cock his head and ask, "Sasha, are you going to vote?"

Sasha continued to play on her DS and muttered, "C'mon, do a barrel roll! Seriously, I hit the right buttons!"

After Eddie waved his hand in front of Sasha's face for a few seconds, the gamer girl shook her head, paused her game, and looked up at Eddie. Then, the detective said, "Ah good, you're back. Anyway, we're voting for a leader for this challenge, Sasha. It's between Alice and Cherry. Who do you want to lead?"

With that, the gamer girl put her DS in her pocket and responded, "Oh, I vote for Cherry. Alice led us last time, after all."

The detective nodded. "Alright, the case has been cracked! Cherry, you're our leader!"

This energy caused Opal to giggle and shout, "Yay, Cherry! You show that panty raiding plumber who's boss!"

With that, Alice twitched a few times and she took a deep breath to calm herself down. Sadly, that calming period didn't last long as Opal decided to add, "Hey, your face looks like a pufferfish!"

(Confessional: Do I feel puffy? Well, do ya, punk?)

Alice: (groans) Opal is just plain crazy! It's like she has Tourettes Syndrome or something! Urgh, why am I the only sane one here!

Opal: (bouncing up and down) "Alice should learn to have fun! After all, it's better to be a wet carrot than a dry one! Hahahaha!"

Kim: (testily) So, my strategy last time was a total bust, because the Indian Nigger and the vengeful quiet nigger proved that I was right in assuming all of their kind are foul monsters. I just hope I'll have a lighter nearby so I can burn that note before I get angry enough to make it again." (takes a deep breath, and her tone decreases in severity) But, whatever. Anyway, I remember badmouthing Tabitha early on last time. Well, I can't exactly do that this time, but what I can do is admit that I'm here to play this game harder than her. I want to show the world exactly what I'm capable of, and my goal this time is to place higher than Tabitha, which means I have to get to the finale. But you know what? I know I can do it. And as for my strategy? (winks and blows a kiss at the audience before saying, in a more sultry voice) Well, I don't want to spoil the fun just yet.

Cherry: Leading the team should be fun! It'll be just like watching a NASCAR race!

Jill, Lankston, Imanda, Fripp, Max, and Rheneas were all grouped together, as if they were deciding who would lead. Jill was the first to speak. "So, what are we going to do, huh? Because I have a sneaking suspicion that the flying machine won't build itself for us."

Imanda scratched her head. "Does anybody here know about engineering? I haven't earned my 'build a complex machine' yet, so I'm afraid I can't help."

Max smirked. "I can! I build robots back home, so this shouldn't be too hard. It'll be totally high-technicaaaaaaal!"

Lankston rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. I've got this one, rest assured. I'm a super genius, so I can do anything."

The ubernerd scratched his head. "Well… we could lead together."

The condescending one was blunt. "No, I'm leading. You guys need me."

Rheneas sighed. "Honestly? I vote for Max. He's nicer to be around than Lankston."

Donny nodded. "I agree."

Fripp pouted. "C'mon, guys! Let Lanky plead!"

Lankston rolled his eyes. "It's Lankston. Lankston! How is that complicated?!"

The blockhead cocked his head. "Com-pla-ka-tid?"

The condescending one facepalmed. "Forget it."

Nina then grinned and started dumping the oil container over her head and chriped, "Cool, they've got oil! I smell so stinky! Yay!"

The pyromaniac then held his nose and proclaimed, "Oh, jeez, no arguments there. Seriously, take a flippin' bath!"

The messy girl pouted. "But baths are scary!"

Jill then spoke up. "That reminds me, what are you scared of Lankston?"

Lankston put his hands behind his head with a confident expression. "Not telling. Mainly because I'm fearless."

The sarcastic chick rolled her eyes. "Yeah, OK. And Fripp has a brain."

Fripp pouted. "Hey!"

Imanda then added. "You can tell us, Lankston. After all, there isn't going to be a fear challenge, at least from what I can tell."

The condescending one shrugged. "Why don't you ask Fripp? He didn't admit his fear either and he's dumb enough to tell you."

Fripp grinned. "Aw, thanks, Lanky! Well, I'm scared of homework. It's too hard! Even Gorrest Fump and all of his peas and carrots couldn't solve multiplication!"

Donny rolled his eyes. "You know, that fear doesn't really surprise me. So, Max, what do we do?"

Max put his hand under his chin. "Well, we should get some pipes to use as thrusters and something to act as the main chassis, perhaps a sofa? We'll need some fuel as well, but I think we'll be able to find that rather easily."

Lankston rolled his eyes. "I doubt it'll work since I'm not leading."

The short dude then snapped, "Shut up! Seriously, put a sock in it!"

(Confessional: ~All I want for Christmas is a pair of socks!~ …Who wrote this?!)

Rheneas: Lankston's ego kinda bugs me, but he's my teammate so there isn't much I can really do about it. Besides voting him off, of course. I don't want to lose, of course, but I wouldn't cry if he got the boot if we did, you get me?

Fripp: (sings) ~Lanky is my bestest friend! Bestest friend! Bestest friend! He means more to me than peas and carr- (gets punched out of the confessional)

Imanda: Hey, maybe I can earn my 'get airborne' badge after this challenge!

Helen, Winnie, and Tyson were all walking together in an attempt to help build the flying machine. Helen was the first to speak, or rather drone, "I want no part in this challenge. Flying high in the sky at a very fast speed is far too excitin-"

Before the anti-fun girl could even finish, Winnie chirped, "Come on, Helen, give it a try! You might even enjoy yourself!"

Tyson nodded. "Yeah, don't doubt it until you try it dudette."

Helen rolled her eyes. "I hate enjoying myself; I love having a boring time. And don't call me a dudette. It's far too exciting."

"Sorry." Apologized Tyson.

Ulric narrowed his eyes. "If you don't participate, you'll be the one voted off if we lose. You know that, right?"

The anti-fun girl gave an emotionless sigh. "Fine, I'll help. What do you crazy people want me to do?"

Paul stepped in at that point and said, "We need to gather parts for our flying vehicle; I suggest that-"

After Quarla punched him the chest again, she aggressively proclaimed, "Piss off, germophobe! We don't need a flippin' fairy leading us! We need a strong leader like me! Anyway, we'll need our vehicle to be streamlined, robust and it must have enough of a blast off to get as high as is possible without us suffocating due to the lack of atmosphere. Got it?!"

Meanwhile, Yannis was quickly drawing something in his notepad, and right after Quarla finished her speech, he handed it to Winnie. Then, the cat lover said, "Whoa, this looks like a pretty good idea, Yannis! So, I guess we're going to need a dentist's chair, right?"

The aggressive girl then snatched the notebook from Winnie and snapped, "Gimme that! So, you draw designs quickly, huh, wimp? Fine, I guess we can build this, but if it fails you're the one getting voted off! Got it?!"

Yannis nodded, and then left to gather supplies from all the piles of junk and parts that were lying around. A few seconds later, Ulric cocked his head and asked, "What makes you think you won't be the one voted off? Myself and others don't much like your bullying ways, you know. Seriously."

Quarla's response was casual. "I'm a strong member of the team. You need me to win the challenges. After all, in these shows, we have to cut off the weak links to become stronger. It's as simple as that."

The tough guy responded by glaring at the aggressive girl and shooting bag, "I don't care. Causing grievous bodily harm to people isn't, and will never be something I endorse. Seriously, you treated Paul like vermin!"

Quarla shrugged. "He's the weakest member of the team. I'm just letting him know that. Besides, it's really fun!"

Paul sighed. "Not to me it isn't."

Xyly then spoke up. "Xyly thinks you're a bit mean."

Quarla shrugged. "Aren't results what matter in life? Besides, in this world, the weak should serve the strong. That's the only way things get done."

The viking girl sighed. "Xyly sees your logic but thinks it isn't very nice. Well, Xyly shall now go and get some parts."

With that, Tyson said, "Looks like its just us left, dudette. Why don't we just chill?"

Quarla frowned. "No chance. Be useful and help me look for tools, got it?!"

The guitarist shrugged. "That works too dudette."

(Confessional: Duuuude, the 90s were like that, man!)

Tyson: You know, maybe Quarla has layers. She could be sensitive deep down and tries being aggressive to hide that. Innocent until proven guilty right, dudes? (plays a tune on his guitar).

Paul: This is why I'm homeschooled: to avoid bullies. Well; it's mostly to avoid germs and dirt, but still! Bullies are a part of the reason!

Quarla: (smirks) If I find some pliers I can scare Paul by saying I'll rip his teeth out. ...Maybe I'll even do it. Who knows? (laughs).

Xyly: (scratches her head) Xyly isn't sure what to think of Quarla. She's nice to Xyly but mean to Paul and Yannis. Hmm… maybe Xyly should wait and see.

Alice walked up to Cherry, who was currently inspecting a crate, and said, "I don't see why we are making our flying vehicle out of a crate. It'd break apart in seconds."

Cherry responded, "But it's a good shape. The thrusters will be underneath it so we'll have fully powered upwards momentum. It'll be all like va va vrooooom!"

The professional girl sighed. "I still say I should have been in charge."

Opal then ran up with orange and green paint and chirped, "I found some paint! Can I paint the crate?"

Alice then snapped, "No!"

Cherry sighed and added, "I'm leader and I say yes. Go ahead but wait until we finish constructing the vehicle itself."

The crazy Chinese girl then saluted, "Got it, 迷你! Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Select, Pingas!"

Alice sighed. "She's mad."

Bishop then added. "At least she isn't so uptight."

The seemingly professional girl snapped, "Shut up, Bishop! I need personal space!"

Alice stormed away while Bishop raised an amused eyebrow and asked, "Wonder what rattled her cage?"

Opal then popped up and shouted, "Hamsters!

(Confessional: Poodles! See, I can do it too.)

Bishop: Hamsters? ...I don't know why, but I get the feeling that may be important.

Cherry: This is fun! I'm really in the zone! And honestly, we don't have any real bad campers here. We're all solid players in our own way, and that's great! Bingo wingo, baby!

After a little more work time, Cherry turned to her team and proclaimed, "We're going to need a button to activate the engines, preferably a big red one. Can somebody give me a hand with the wiring?"

Bishop waved her off. "Pass; I'm going to gather more parts."

Zed sighed and admitted, "I wouldn't know the first thing about wiring up that do-dad."

However, when it seemed like no one could help, Sasha finally took a deep breath, paused her game, and said, "I'll help. I know a bit about electronics, as I was a video game addict since I was three years old."

Cherry grinned. "Thanks Sasha."

Zed then scratched her head and asked, "If you don't mind me asking, who's the pilot going to be? Because I'd rather it not be me."

Opal grinned. "But it would be fun, Zed! It's like shakin' your booty!" Laughed Opal as

She then began to dance and shake her ass which made Zed pull his straw hat over his eyes in embarrassment.

(Confessional: ~Shake it like a saltshaker!~)

Zed: (looks very conflicted and nervous). I apologize if I ain't allowed to say this on TV, but Opal sure can shake it. (chuckles nervously).

Cherry: (chuckles) "I think Opal's great. She's just so off-the-wall, that it's amazing.

After a few minutes, most of the group seemed to disperse, leaving only Eddie and Sasha left. Once Eddie noticed this, he walked up to Sasha and asked, "How are you, Sasha? Recovering from last night decently?"

The gamer girl sighed. "I'm still kind of reeling from it, but I'm OK. Doing this is really helping me distract myself while the mental pain subsides, you know?"

Eddie smiled. "Very good. I hope you will never have to be put in an uncomfortable position like that again."

Sasha sighed again. "You could say that again. Sheesh."

Then, after a few seconds of the detective twiddling his thumbs in nervousness, he managed to say, "So… do you mind if I tell you something?"

The gamer girl shrugged. "I don't see why not. We're friends, after all."

Eddie then sat down, took a few deep breaths and finally said, "I want to find out more about Kim."

In response, Sasha's eyes widened to the size of saucers and she stammered out, "E-E-Eddie! I d-didn't think you were that kind of guy!"

The detective sighed and shook his head, but managed to continue. "I'm not. She talked to me last night… and although she did a very good job at hiding it, I believe there is something that is truly disturbing her. And, as a detective, I cannot leave a mystery unsolved!"

The gamer girl cocked her head. "What gave you that idea?"

Eddie sighed. "Well… she was rather blunt in telling me that you were alright after I told her was concerned about you. She was very kind before I mentioned you. ...That just struck me as odd. And it didn't appear to be a result of jealousy either."

Sasha put her hand on her chin. "That doesn't seem too strange, honestly. But, then again, you were the one who talked with her twice, and I haven't really talked to her at all, so you'd probably know better than me."

The detective nodded. "Most likely, if my deductions are correct. Also, as a result of my latest case… I may not spend as much time with you as I usually would, unfortunately. However, I would argue that this is actually a positive, given that we are already friends. No harm in branching out, right?"

The gamer girl sighed. "Are you sure, Eddie? You know I'm not good with socializing…"

Eddie smiled. "You'll do fine. And it's not like I'm leaving. We're on the same team, so we're bound to have lots of conversations with each other. It's just… you understand, right?"

Sasha sighed. "Yeah. Just be careful, OK?"

Then, she giggled. "Heh, you could never resist a 'mystery', huh?"

The detective kept his smile. "Never have, never will."

(Confessional: Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy.)

Eddie: (smiles) "That went along pretty swimmingly. I am glad that I was able to tell her about my latest case before the challenge ended, and I am glad that she took it pretty well. She truly is a good friend. And as for Kim?" (sighs) "I'm almost certain I have no chance with her, but this is a chance to broaden my horizons and solve some very complicated mysteries. And since I already solved the mystery of who to select as the leader for this challenge, I feel like I am truly ready to tackle tougher mysteries." (determined) "And I'm not going to fail this t-" (shakes his head violently) "Um, yeah, I'm not going to fail!"

Sasha: (giggles) "Ah, Eddie, always talking about mysteries. Still… this is weird even by his standards. Plus, I'm not sure how to feel about Kim, honestly." (sighs) "Well, Eddie does have a good head on his shoulders, so I'm sure he knows what he's doing… hopefully."

Max, Donny, and Nina were crowding around the sofa to make sure the thrusters were connected to the sofa and fuel tank. After a few seconds, Max said, "Good job, guys! I think the thrusters are properly fastened."

Donny smiled. "Thanks, Max."

However, he promptly recoiled and held his nose and proclaimed, "OK, seriously, Nina, you reek! And you've barely done anything!"

Nina grinned. "Aw, thanks!"

She then grabbed Donny and gave him a hug. This forced him face first into her armpit, and she didn't release him for about ten seconds. When she finally let go, the short dude staggered on the spot before dropping to his knees by a bush and vomiting.

The messy girl then frowned. "Poor guy, he just doesn't appreciate my smelliness."

Lankston sighed. "Come on, guys. Nina, take a bath, and focus on helping the team instead of getting yourself even messier. Donny, I'm sure you could do better in terms of bolting."

After Donny managed to get to his feet, he spat back, "I don't see you doing much better. And you aren't the one who got a face full of Nina's armpit, shorty!"

The condescending one rolled his eyes. "I may be the second shortest here, but you're shorter than me. You have no right to call anyone short, you kn-"

He was interrupted by an uppercut to the chin.

(Confessional: Real mature…)

Donny: (sighs) OK, maybe I got a little too angry... but I'm sensitive about my height OK?! Seriously, I'm always looked down on back home because I'm small. ...Shut up, it's totally a good excuse!" (realizes what he just said) "Wait… ah, *bleep*!"

Lankston: How dare he do that? He could have crippled the team by hurting me!

Jill: (giggles) Awesome punch, Donny! ...What? Lankston had it comi-

Max winced after Donny punched out Lankston, and said, "C'mon guys, we're a team! There's no need to fight."

Rheneas nodded. "Right on. We've gotta burn the gasoline, not each other, get me?"

Jill nodded in response as she walked past holding a can of gasoline. Then, she asked, "Should we put the gas in the fuel tank yet?"

Max stepped in. "Not yet, we'll leave that for last. For now, we've still got to finish building the real deal. We'll have to make sure the thrusters are stable... but since a test run isn't a possibility, I'm worried that somebody may get hurt. I calculate the odds of the pilot getting hurt as nineteen to one."

Imanda smiled. "Those are still pretty good chances of being safe."

The ubernerd sighed. "Yeah, but I'd like it to be one hundred percent safe. You know, like how having a negative ten armour class makes you very impervious to damage in D&D."

Fripp then grinned. "I can count to three! Seven, Thirteen, Twelve!"

Max lightly chuckled. "Err, that's cool, Fripp."

The blockhead kept his grin. "Hey, I've got a secret!"

The ubernerd scratched his head. "Err… OK."

Fripp cocked his head while jumping up and down. "Want to hear it? Do you wanna? Do you?"

Max then replied, "Yes, I do!"

The blockhead's expression suddenly got rather serious. "You can't tell anyone else the secret, OK?"

The ubernerd nodded. "I promise I won't tell."

Fripp took a deep breath and then walked up to Max's ear. Once he was close enough, he whispered, "Readly? I know this may seem crazy… but I… have a nose."

The blockhead then laughed after he pulled away. "Crazy, right?"

(Confessional: … *sighs*)

Fripp: Mr. Camera, sometimes I wish I could be on TV. That would be fun! I could just sit on a chair in front of a camera, take a deep breath, and talk about…"

"Peacocks! ...What? Did you think I was going to talk about something else?" (giggles) "You're so silly!"

Rheneas: (facepalms) Do I want to know what Fripp just said? Yeah, didn't think so.

Max: (scratches his head) Fripp may have, err, the intelligence of a small child, but he's nice enough. And that's what matters."

After Fripp whispered in Max's ear, Nina shouted, "Ooh, ooh! Wanna know a secret of mine? I'm enjoying this contest so much that I haven't bathed in months!"

Max scratched his head. "But it's only the third day!"

The messy girl grinned. "I know! That's the best part! Ooh, I wonder how deep my finger can get into Mr. Nosey!"

She then picked her nose and leaned back to the stench of her armpits could plague the air around her team.

(Confessional: Nothing is sacred…)

Lankston: Why?! Why?! Why?!

Donny: No wonder Nina's afraid of soap. (sniffs) "Oh no… she must have farted in here a few minutes ago… going down!" (pukes in the toilet)

Winnie and Yannis were working on their team's flying vehicle. They had repaired the dentist's chair and were now attaching the fuel tank to the back of the chair. After a few seconds, Winnie said, "I never really considered myself an engineering sort of girl. I always thought I was more like a cat girl, or neko girl, if we're using the Japanese term here. Heck, I even have some feline characteristics."

Yannis' eyes widened, and he then beckoned her to continue, causing Winnie to say, "Well, I like getting scratched behind the ears! My real ears, not my kitty head band."

The silent dude nodded and straightened his bow tie a little before Winnie gulped and said, "Say, Yannis. If I may ask, and I hope this isn't a bad question, but... what's your ethnicity? I'm sorry, but can't quite tell."

Yannis smiled as he wrote something down in his notebook and handed it to Winnie. Then, Winnie said, "Oh, so you're Indian African Canadian! Cool! As for me, I'm just Canadian."

Quarla then interrupted their little conversation to scream, "Hey, wimps! Stop goofing off and get to work! You two are now on gathering duty, and I'll start constructing the engine. Ulric! Helen! Give me a hand now!"

The four listened to the aggressive girl's commands. However, after a few seconds, Helen sighed and droned, "I hate making things. It's far too exciting."

Ulric rolled his eyes. "Ugh, is breathing too exciting for you?!"

The anti-fun girl returned the eye roll."Don't tell jokes. They're far too exci-."

The aggressive girl then stepped in. "Hey, stop talking and help me get this engine built already! My uncle owns and auto shop so I know I'm doing, but I'll need you two to told it in place while I weld it on."

Ulric gulped. "That's... kinda dangerous."

Quarla smirked. "Heh heh heh, everything worth doing is dangerous!"

(Confessional: This can only end well.)

Yannis: (holds up a picture of Winnie and smiles. He then holds up a picture of Quarla and frowns).

Ulric: It turns out Quarla did know exactly what she was doing, but still, she could have melted my flippin' hands off! Not cool!

Tyson: Quarla knows how to lead, but she's totally temperamental. She should just chill, y'know? Total harshness.

After sitting down for a few seconds, Paul asked, "What should I do?"

Quarla responded by snapping, "Piss off! We don't need your help, you weakling!"

Helen rolled her eyes. "Correct. Your germ induced freak outs are far too exci-."

Ulric stepped in to shout, "Hey, leave him alone, you two! Seriously!"

However, Paul had already walked away with a dejected expression.

(Confessional: Brutal and boring, the gruesome twosome.)

Helen: Paul is far too exciting. He is also an idiot.

Paul: (sniffs). I came to this show to cure my 'little problem' and make friends... but Quarla is really treating me like how Kasimar treated Lavender and Spider. I'm starting to wonder if she is nice deep down. Maybe she isn't...

Winnie: Poor Paul.

Tyson, with a bunch of nuts and bolts in his hands, walked up to Quarla and asked, "Quarla, why do you treat Paul like dirt?"

The aggressive girl shrugged. "He's weak. Only the strongest can and will survive."

The guitarist frowned. "I can only describe you by using the most awful word in the English language: uncool."

Helen nodded. "I like that word. being cool is far too exciting and anyone who willingly calls themselves cool should be locked in an asylum. Forever."

Tyson sighed. "Dang, such harshness."

(Confessional: Don't try to play the peacekeeper, buddy. It's called Total Drama.)

Tyson: (sighs) I don't know what's worse: Quarla being a bully or Helen dissing cool people and fun in general. Either way, their behavior just ain't cool...

Opal was painting Team Mongolia's crate vehicle orange and green. A second or two later, she started singing, "~Paint the crate, paint the crate, paint the crate!~ Hey, that rhymes! Hahahaha!"

Alice sighed and rolled her eyes before saying, "Ugh, nobody cares!"

Cherry, on the other hand, smiled and chirped, "Good job, Opal! That paint job looks totally va va vroooom! I've got some red paint, so how about we paint some flame stripes on it? They'll make us go faster! Bingo wingo, baby!"

The professional girl's response was blunt. "No, they won't."

Zed nodded. "I reckon Alice is right."

Cherry sighed. "Guys, it was just a joke."

Sasha, after her talk with Eddie, finally felt comfortable at this point to ask, "So, Cherry, you're the pilot, right? 'Cause I don't really want to go up that high. I really don't..."

The racer girl nodded. "Sure! And I've got my vintage racer helmet for protection!"

The farmer then added. "I think you'll need a parachute. A fall from up there would probably hurt."

Bishop rolled his eyes. "No, really?"

Zed nodded. "Yep. It's because of gravity, ya see."

The rich snob groaned. "Ugh, I was being sarcastic, you hick!"

Opal laughed. "A hick is like a tick: they bite!"

Shen then bit Bishop on the finger, causing him to recoil and snap, "Ow! Get off me, you tactless peasant! I do not much appreciate being bitten!"

Zed shrugged. "She's just playing around."

The rich snob groaned. "Oh, shut up!

Then, Bishop picked a parachute up, tossed it to his teammates, and bluntly stated, "Here's a parachute. No need to thank me."

(Confessional: ~'Cause I'm free! Free fallin'!~)

Zed: I get the feeling that Bishop don't really like me. Is it my shirt?

Opal: ~Ooh eee, ooh ah ah, ting tang, walla walla bing bang!~ Yay! (giggles)

Eddie: (sighs) Oh dear, Bishop has a short temper. Then again, so does Alice. I truly hope their fuses don't get set off in the near future. Our team is very strong, so to have our dynamic be destroyed by anger… it would be terrible.

Kim: (giggles) You know, if I realized that Bishop and Alice would just go ballistic every five seconds, I would have brought a microwavable package of popcorn with me! This is too much fun! ...And yes, I know popcorn isn't good for my figure. Whatever. I only eat it about once a month, and I hate movies anyway. (her voice becomes more sensual) Besides, as you can tell, that popcorn hasn't decreased my sexiness one bit. (winks and giggles)

Max stood right in front of the now almost finished machine, clapped his hands, and then addressed his team by saying, "OK, everyone, I believe that we are finished. Now all we need to do is choose a pilot."

Lankston instantly raised his hand and said, "Not it."

Rheneas smirked. "Funny, I recall you saying that you could do anything. Are you all hot air and no flame, buddy?"

The condescending one shrugged. "Please. I could do this in my sleep if I wanted to. I just think one of you may appreciate the opportunity to prove you are almost as great as me."

Nina frowned. "Not me, that sofa is too clean! I wish you guys hadn't sprayed it with air freshener! Seriously, now I can't be the pilot anymore!"

Donny facepalmed. "Are you kidding me, Nina?!"

The messy girl grinned. "Nope! I'm a stinky girl! Hey, wanna smell my armpits again?!"

Before the short dude could retort, Nina lifted her arms, allowing Donny to catch a whiff of the stank. He then proceeded to run over to a nearby shrub and puke in it.

Imanda's eyes widened. "Donny, are you alright?"

After a few more sickly seconds, Donny violently shook his head and came back to the group. "Ugh, Nina is sick! ...But as for pilots, I think I could give it a go."

The girl scout nodded. "That sounds good to me. I don't think I'm ready to earn my 'pilot a flying machine' badge yet."

Donny scratched his head. "Honestly, what badges doesn't your scout troop have?"

Imanda shrugged. "We don't have one for 'puking because of a skunk.'"

The short dude responded by harshly glaring at the girl scout, which caused her to blush and give him a sheepish grin.

(Confessional: It could also be vomiting, throwing up, losing your lunch, I could go all day, honestly.)

Donny: (angry) Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Imanda: There also isn't a badge for painting a dictionary.

Jill: (rolls her eyes) Uh huh. Because knot tying is worth a reward, but puking? No chance. I will never understand girl scouts.

In an attempt to defuse the tension between Imanda and Donny, Max quickly added, "So, it's settled, then: Donny is our pilot. I feel that we can at least nab second place, but we shouldn't get overconfident because something may go wrong. Yeah, my party in D&D got defeated by low level wizards more than once. Those status effects are nasty!"

Lankston smirked. "Relax, so as long as I'm on this team we'll never lose."

Rheneas groaned. "Oh, shut up, dude. You're worse than a stray spark of massive heat from a campfire!"

Fripp grinned. "No, Lanky's right!"

The condescending one just about lost it there. "It's Lankston, you braindead, simpering, childish, pathetic moron! Lankston! Lankston! Get it right!"

The pyromaniac stepped in. "Fripp, Lankston is right."

This caused Lankston to calm down quickly. "Ah, thank you, Rheneas. It's good to see someone has a brain."

Rheneas smirked. "Absolutely. You aren't lanky at all, man. But you are short."

Lankston fumed while the others laughed, even Donny, causing Lankston to angrily ask, "Hey, why the hell are you laughing?"

The short dude smirked. "Short jokes are fine when they aren't aimed at me or other dwarfs."

The condescending one was about to lose it again, but instead, he smirked, walked over to Nina, and said, "Hey, Nina. I think Donny could use a hug. Don't you?"

This caused the messy girl to grin and run towards Donny while saying, "Give me a hug, Donny!"

The short dude proceeded to scream and run away.

(Confessional: D'aww, how lovely!)

Rheneas: (shrugs) Lankston would probably be tolerable is he wasn't so arrogant and condescending. Still, he's definitely not as bad as Kasimar or Nakia. And Nina? ...Man, poor Donny. Jeez, if we lose, I'm not sure who to vote off between the two.

Nina: (burping the alphabet)

After a few seconds, Quarla stepped away from her team's flying vehicle and said, "Done! Yeah, this looks damn good. First place, here we come!."

Winnie smiled. "It was Yannis' idea, you know."

The aggressive girl rolled her eyes. "Don't care. Now all we need before we can truly finish is a pilot. Any volunteers?"

Yannis stepped back and shook his head. A few seconds later, Winnie mumbled, "Err… I'd rather not."

Helen then droned, "No way. It's far too exci-".

Tyson suddenly jumped in. "Ooh, I'll do it! It seems totally wicked!"

Quarla shrugged. "Fine, you can be the pilot."

However, Xyly then stepped in and said, "Xyly would like to be the pilot."

Tyson shrugged. "We could do rock paper scissors for it."

The viking girl grinned. "Oooh, how about we have a Viking Duel?"

She then pulled out a vintage viking axe, causing Tyson to scratch his head and ask, "Where did you get that from?"

Xyly kept her grin. "Xyly will never tell. And now, we duel!"

With a battle cry, the viking was about to swing the battle axe at Tyson before Quarla grabbed it from her and shouted, "Stop that, you idiot! Tyson isn't that weak! But, if you're want to kill somebody, make it Paul."

Paul gulped. "What?!"

Xyly sighed. "Never mind. Xyly will let Tyson be the pilot."

Tyson, who looked very calm, surprisingly, said, "Thanks, Xyly."

(Confessional: To Valhalla!)

Xyly: (holding her war axe with a smile) This war axe is completely vintage and authentic. Xyly collects them, you see.

A short while later the twenty four contestants and their flying vehicles were in the camp center. Tyson, Donny and Cherry were seated in their team's respective machines, ready to commence liftoff. Each flying vehicle had a large parachute attached that would deploy once they began to fall back down to earth. Additionally, each pilot also had a parachute, just in case something bad were to occur.

After a few seconds, Spider cleared his throat and said, "OK, everyone! Now that you've built your flying vehicles, it's time to put them to the test. On my count, your team's pilot will activate the engine and shoot up into the air. The team was goes the highest will win first place, the team that goes the lowest before falling back down will be attending a Bonfire Ceremony, and the team who is neither highest nor lowest will finish in second place."

With that, Quana added, "OK, everybody who isn't a pilot, please get to a safe distance away from the machines. We don't want anyone getting hurt."

(Confessional: Three, Two, One, Liftoff!)

Imanda: Here's hoping we get a second victory.

Kim: (in a ponderous state) "Hmm… not sure if I'll need to do anything. I mean, I'm pretty sure I helped enough with the machine, but you never know. Guess I'll just have to see what happens and make plans from there."

Tyson: This'll be wicked! Yeah!

After the groups backed up, Quarla, who was especially close to the forest, felt something tap on her shoulder. Naturally, in response, she quickly turned around, but did not make any noise.

As it turned out, the source of the tap was a human wearing a midnight black hooded cloak. He was cast in shadow to the point where Quarla could barely make out his face, but she could at least tell from the hands that the figure was Caucasian. Once the figure had gotten her attention, it beckoned Quarla to follow him through gestures and Quarla, though confused, decided to follow him after a few seconds of standing in a ponderous state.

After about a half a minute, the figure stopped in his tracks, turned around to the aggressive girl, and spoke in a rather slithering, masculine voice. "So, you have decided to follow me. A wise decision."

Quarla's response was blunt. "Cut the bull*bleep*. Why did you call me here… whoever you are?!"

The shadowy figure sighed and shook his head. "Why have I called you here? The answer is simple. I want you to join my quest towards bringing chaos to this island…"

He then smirked and put emphasis on his final word. "Quarla."

The aggressive girl's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and after a few seconds, she managed to stutter out, "H-How the hell do you know my name?! Show yourself, and maybe I'll consider joining your stupid quest!"

The shadowy figure chuckled. "I know everything on this island, Quarla. And as for my offer, I would suggest thinking about it. I am the most powerful entity on this island and in this game, and if you join me, you will receive my unholy blessing throughout this contest."

Quarla rolled her eyes. "Your mouth is writing checks your identity won't match. I'm sure of that!"

The figure shook his head again. "Think again, Quarla. I meant everything I just said. After all, I am…"

The figure then pulled off his hood to reveal his identity. Subsequently, even Quarla gasped and took a step backwards in shock. "No way… you're…"

He chuckled. "Heh heh heh, that's right! Now do you believe me?"

The aggressive girl gulped and nodded, causing him to continue. "So, now that there are no secrets between us, I'd like to make the same offer again. Will you join me in my quest of chaos?"

He then extended his hand towards Quarla, and after a few seconds, the aggressive girl got a devilish smirk, shook his hand, and said, "Deal. With the both of us teamed up together, the weak will be purged, no doubt."

The guy returned the smirk. "Excellent. So long as you arrive here in this forest before and after the challenge every day unless I say otherwise, my services are at your disposal. I simply care about causing lots of chaos, and together, that is exactly what we will do."

Quarla nodded. "Sounds great. I'll be back here tomorrow morning, rest assured."

He returned the nod, while still keeping his sadistic grin. "Heh heh heh. Excellent. Goodbye for now, Quarla. I trust you will not disappoint me."

With a nod, the aggressive girl returned to the campground.

(Confessional: ...Uh oh.)

?: (in the same shadowy cloak) "Heh heh heh… ah ha ha ha ha ha… haw haw haw haw haw haw haw!"

The pilots were safely fastened in and were ready to push the ignition buttons that would start the flying vehicles. A few seconds later, Spider said, "OK, pilots! You will activate your flying vehicles when I sound the air horn and not an instant sooner. Good luck to all of you! Alright, three, two, one…"

The honk of the air horn then penetrated the air, causing the pilots to instantly activate the engines on their team's flying machines. A few seconds after the three got airborne, Tyson shouted, "This is sooooo awesoooooooome!"

Cherry's excitement was also prevalent in her voice as she shouted, "Woooo! I feel so aliiiiive! Va va vrooooooom!"

Donny, however, was not as excited as he wailed, "I'm gonna be siiiiiiick!"

A few seconds later, Donny began to fall behind Tyson and Cherry and soon afterwards, his flying vehicle began to fall back to the ground. However, as it did, he managed to deploy his parachute a few seconds later the parachute deployed which ensured he would land safely.

With that, Tyson and Cherry were the only two left, and Cherry was the first to speak. "You're going down, Tyson!"

Tyson returned the grin. "Heh, we'll see about that, dudette!"

However, soon after Tyson said this, his flying machine spluttered and began to slow down before falling back down to Wawanakwa Island.

After Cherry saw Tyson deploying his parachute, she fistpumped and shouted, "I win! Bingo wingo, baby! Woohoo!"

With that, the flying machine soon ran out of gas and once the parachute was deployed Cherry unbuckled herself and yelled, "Time for a sky dive!"

Then, she jumped off of her flying machine with a parachute.

(Confessional: Streakin' like a comment… comet! Ugh...)

Ulric: (gulps) Cherry is very brave, or very foolish. Maybe even both! Jeez...

A few minutes later, when the pilots and their vehicles were back now the ground with their teams, Spider and Quana got ready to announce the results. Spider was the first to speak. "Well everyone, that was a pretty extreme challenge. But, there were winners and losers. Team Mongolia, your machine got the highest before falling back to earth, so you win first place and the Champions Cabin tonight."

At long last, Bishop seemed pleased. "Finally, some luxury."

Spider then continued. "Team Savannah, you didn't quite win, but you came second and that's good enough to avoid elimination. The Middle Place Cabin is yours for the night."

Yannis gave a thumbs up and looked content. A few seconds later, Spider sighed and said, "And as for you, Team Everest, you didn't get as high as the other teams, so I'm afraid you'll get the Loser Cabin for the night. Additionally, I'm afraid you'll be attending a Bonfire Ceremony later."

Quana then added, "Until then, you can hang out and enjoy yourselves."

With that, Spider and Quana left and the teams dispersed. Well, except for Team Everest of course. Max was the first to speak to his team. "Sorry, guys. I let you down, but at least we tried, right?"

Imanda smiled and waved him off. "Ah, don't worry about it."

Lankston, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and said, "Pft, you're kidding, right? He led us, and that's why we lost. I told you that you should have followed my leadership."

Most of the team glared as Lankston but this was broken by Nina farting, and chirping, "Smells bad, huh? Banzai!"

She jumped into a puddle of mud. But her team weren't the only ones to see her messy actions.

(Confessional: Sploosh!)

Kim: (smirks) "These opportunities really need to stop setting themselves up so well for me. OK, they don't, because this is just too perfect! For Team Everest, the three obvious choices for elimination are the nerdling, the condescending asshat, and Nina. Messy, messy, Nina. She's so excitable, so if I can just plant a suggestion into her messy little head, she'll disturb the rest of her team enough for them to kick her off. And that's exactly what I want. Lanky will eventually self-destruct and bring down his team even more, so by doing this, I'll both unnerve Team Everest and keep Lanky in the game." (winks) "Done and done."

After the rest of Team Everest dispersed, Kim played with her hair a little and went up to Nina with a smile on her face. When the dangerous flirt was close enough to Nina, she said, "Hi, Nina! How are you?"

The messy girl responded by burping, farting, and then getting out of the puddle. She then grinned and said, "Oh, hey Kim! Just getting as stinky as possible! Is it working?"

Kim wafted her nose and kept her smile. "Oh, yeah, you bet! Your stank is truly a gift, Nina. Great job!"

Nina jumped up and down, which released a bit of mud in random directions. Then, after a few seconds, she chirped. "Wow, thank you so much! You really think so?"

The dangerous flirt still managed to keep her smile. "Absolutely. In fact, I'm not sure others realize how great your stinky gift really is. Maybe you should show them. There are a bunch of big mud puddles in the forest. Why don't you jump in one in front of your team so that they can admire your beautiful stank?"

The messy girl became very excited and she practically shouted, "You've got it! Hey, guys, I'm coming to show you my stinkiness! You'll love it!"

With that, she ran into the forest.

(Confessional: Oh no…)

Nina: (grins) "I'm so glad Kim gave me the confidence to show my team just how wonderfully stinky I am! Now I feel like I can do anything!"

Kim: (flat out laughs hysterically) "This is just too amazing. Man, these people are stupid!"

After a few minutes of running in the forest, Nina managed to find a majority of her team, with the exception of Lankston and Fripp, walking away from her and saw a very large mud puddle a little bit ahead of them. At that moment, she knew what she had to do: run quickly in front of them, cannonball into the puddle, and create a tidal wave of mud that drowned her teammates in stank. Once in the mud, she squeed and chirped, "Now you all are stinky too! See? It's fun to be smelly, isn't it, guys? Yay!"

Donny was the first mud-coated Team Everest member to speak or, rather, roar, "What the hell was that about, Nina?! We're covered in mud! You're a terrible, messy person! Couldn't you at least ask us before covering us in… that?!"

Nina pouted. "Awww, you don't mean that, Donny! Come on and give me a big hug!"

The short dude then screamed as Nina got out of the mud and chased him, leaving the remaining team members to sigh and facepalm.

(Confessional: Sundae Muddy Sun- *shot*)

Rheneas: (scratches his head) "OK… I was thinking about voting for Lankston, but seriously, Nina isn't only smelly, she's way too energetic about her stank. ...Maybe she should go. After all, she didn't really do much during the challenge. And at least Lankston's somewhat competent… I don't know.

Donny: (panicked) "That woman is a demon! A smelly, smelly demon!"

Nina: (pouts) "I wonder why everyone didn't smile? I mean, I showed off my stinkiness! ...I don't get it.

After Donny managed to escape from Nina, Team Everest lined up in front of the confessional.

(Confessional: Time for this mountain to have an avalanche!)

Lankston: I vote for Nina. She's gross and unpleasant to be around. The girls will thank me for getting rid of her.

Donny: (panicked) "I vote for Nina! Please, for the love of all that is holy, get her away from me! Now!"

Nina: (sighs) "Well, I guess I have to vote for someone who didn't see my stinkiness. And since Fripp isn't going to get any votes, bye-bye, Lankston!"

Fripp: (nervous) Err… do I vote for who I want to win? In that case, I vote for myself because I want to win! Yay!

Team Everest sat on stumps around the Bonfire Ceremony area while the slightly chilly night air blew gently and the moon shone down from up in the sky. After a minute of sitting around, Barney walked up with a tray of seven golden letters and said, "Welcome, me hearties! This be your first Bonfire Ceremony, and for some scurvy dog it be their last. Yaaar! You may notice I don't have marshmallows on this here tray, but instead I have seven shiny golden letterrrrrrrrrrrrrz. But they just be hard chocolate letters wrapped in golden tin foil, yaaaar."

Donny smiled and wiped the sweat off his brow. "Finally, something good! I like chocolate a lot more than marshmallows."

The pirate then continued. "If you've seen any of the previous seasons then ya should know how this works, but just in case ya don't, when I call your name you will come up and get a golden letterrrrrrrrrr. That's means ye have survived the ceremony and are still in the running for the million gold doubloons. The scallywag who does not receive a golden letterrrrrrrr will have to walk the plank, board the sharky Boat of Losers, and you'll be part of this crew no more, yarrrrrr."

Lankston rolled his eyes. "Unless we return."

Barney responded by saying, "Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies, me matey! With that, the first golden letterrrrr goes to Max. Ye get to stay on this crew another day, yarrrr!"

After Max got up to collect his letter, the pirate continued. "The next five scallywags to get their golden leterrrrrs are Jill, Rheneas, Imanda, Donny, and Fripp."

With that, Lankston and Nina were the only two left on their stumps. Barney then picked up the last golden letter, a D, and looked at them before saying, "Lankston, Nina, ye scallywags are in the bottom two! And this be the last Golden Letter, yaaar! Ye have a one in two chance of being voted off. Those be bad odds, me maties. However, there was a clear majority, and I can reveal that the final Golden Letter goes to..."

He paused for a few seconds for dramatic effect and then pointed to the person who was safe: "Lankston! Yarrrr!"

Lankston's eyes widened, but he shrugged and went up to collect his letter while Nina was left in shock.

After a few seconds, Barney sighed and said, "Nina, the scurvy dogs on your crew have spoken. It be time for you to walk the plank!"

Nina then pouted, "I thought you guys would appreciate my stank, but I guess not! Have fun with your… c-clean lives! You'll be sorry you love soap so much, I assure you!"

With that, Donny couldn't take it anymore and practically screamed, "Get out of here, Nina!"

With a sigh and a sniff, the messy girl turned her back, walked across the Dock of Shame, and boarded the Boat of Losers. A few seconds later, Barney said, "Well, me hearties, ye scurvy dogs be a team of seven now. They say seven be a lucky number yaaar, so maybe you'll do better without Nina, yarrr! And with that, ye may go."

Subsequently, Barney walked towards the building the former Total Drama Letterz campers were staying in, while Team Everest headed to the Loser Cabin. And from the beach a little way from the Dock of Shame, the sound of snickering could be heard.

Finally, Spider and Quana stood on the Dock of Shame with the moon shining down on them. A second or two later, Spider said, "And so, Nina is the second person voted off. I guess her teammates really didn't like her stinkiness and her lack of a filter, huh?

Quana sighed. "Yeah. What can I say? People just don't like stinkiness. So, now twenty three contestants remain and VayVay still hasn't arrived. So, will Quarla continue bullying Paul? Will Helen ever learn to have fun? And who will be the third person voted off? Find out next time on Total Drama Letterama!"