AN: Hey, guys, DarkShockBro here! Sorry for the delay, but I had school, edgic problems, all that jazz. But, I'm here, and I'm back with a vengeance! It's time for the latest chapter of Letterredo, and things are startin' to get crazy. Buckle in for a wild ride, and enjoy!

Dawn was approaching on Wawanakwa Island, with the sun was rising on the horizon and the early morning birds chirping in satisfaction. With that in the background, Spider and Quana were standing on the Dock of Shame together. Spider was the first to speak, "Last time on Total Drama Letterama; we decided that the sky was the limit! More specifically, last episode's challenge involved each of the three teams building a flying machine that would propel their chosen pilot up into the sky. Yes, getting high was actually encouraged in this challenge!"

After Quana glared at him and Spider facepalmed, the Hispanic girl sighed and continued, "Anyway… the teams quickly 'got high', and a few things quickly became clear. For one, Lankston considers his team mates to be inferior to himself and Fripp can't say his name properly. It also seems that Alice considers herself the leader of Team Mongolia and doesn't take kindly to other people occupying that position. Additionally, it looks like Bishop wants to get Alice vote off… for some reason.

The sick redhead shook his head a little bit before finding the strength to say, "W-Well, we'll see if he succeeds or fails eventually. Anyway, the challenge went well with the teams quickly constructing their flying vehicles. Max's skill in robotics and engineering was shown while Cherry's experience with building stock cars came in handy. And we also learnt Quarla is skilled at welding, though I don't really like her, as she bullies Paul for with no provocation."

Quana sighed. "I wouldn't mind seeing her voted off. ...Man, being unbiased is harder than it looks. Sorry, folks. But, In the end, Team Everest lost the challenge and had to attend their first Bonfire Ceremony. And, since Nina jumped in a mud puddle in front of her team, tried to share her stinkiness with her teammates, especially poor Donny, and was generally unhelpful in challenges, she was the second one to go."

Spider put his hand under his chin. "You know, I wonder who will be voted off this time. Well, regardless, today's challenge could unleash some hidden talent within the contestants. And, spoiler alert, it's not a straight up talent contest."

The Hispanic girl nodded with a smile. "Well, I'm sure we'll find out by sundown. So, who will be voted off third? What will the challenge be? Will anybody lose their sanity this early? Find out now, on Total Drama Letterama!"

Right after Nina's elimination, Kim snickered to herself after watching the scene unfold from the beach, and then walked towards the usual forest clearing. A few minutes later, she arrived there and sure enough, so did Tabitha.

Kim was the first to speak. "Good, you're here. Let's walk, shall we?"

Tabitha nodded. "Sure."

With that, the two took another walk into the dense forests of Wawanakwa. A few seconds later, Kim spoke again. "So, anything special happened yesterday?"

Tabitha shook her head. "Not particularly. You're the only one who's really talked to me… the others just ignore me like I'm some sort of plague…"

Kim shrugged. "People just can't handle anything less than kindness and a pleasant personality. It's like they expect that out of everyone, and if they don't get it, they whine and shun that person instead of, I don't know, helping them?"

The former chessmistress' eyes widened. "Wow, that's… true. No offense, but I didn't expect you to be so… wise, as it were."

The dangerous flirt shrugged again. "I just know how the world works, Tabitha. It's a cold, dark place. No matter what happens in the face, you just have to put on a strong face and keep fighting, even if it is entirely composed of lies. And if I have to hurt others to stay strong in the face of adversity, I'll do that, no problem. They wouldn't give a damn about what happened to me anyway."

Tabitha sighed. "I guess you're right…"

Kim nodded. "I know I'm right, Tabitha. That's why we need to stick together. No one else cares about us, and that's just a fact. It's like the golden rule says, 'do unto others as others do unto you.'"

The former chessmistress scratched her head. "I think there's a 'would' in that statement, Kim…"

The dangerous flirt quickly shook her head. "No, there isn't."

Tabitha sighed. "Talking to you can be a bit depressing…"

Kim shrugged. "I'm just telling it like it is, Tabitha. Nothing personal."

The former chessmistress returned the shrug. "Fair enough. Anyway, have you done anything strategic as of recent?"

The dangerous flirt smirked. "Heh, of course I have. You know that pig girl, right? Nina, I think her name was?"

Tabitha nodded, prompting Kim to continue. "So, after Team Everest lost, she was just playing in the mud, getting dirty, you know, just like the filthy pig she is. Then, I went up to her, told her that her team didn't quite understand just how wonderful her stinkiness is, and before I knew it, she got voted off! Man, that irritable midget just got so angry at her! It was great!"

The dangerous flirt laughed, and the former chessmistress couldn't help but chuckle in response to Kim's final statement. Once the two calmed down, Tabitha added, "You're doing a great job, Kim. Still, I'm assuming that, since your strategy relies on your 'nice' personality, you may want to cool down for a little bit. You know, just to make sure no one catches on so early."

Kim nodded. "Got it. That's good advice, Tabitha."

Tabitha smiled. "Thank you. Well… I think that's about it."

The dangerous flirt nodded again. "I agree. Good night, Tabitha. It's been nice."

The former chessmistress returned the nod. "It has. Good night, Kim."

With that, Kim walked back to the Champions Cabin for a good night's rest.

(Confessional: ...Huh, I can't think of a witty retort here.)

Kim: (her right hand is under her chin) "Hmm… what to say here?" (shrugs) "I guess I could reveal my strategy, and explain why I had pig girl self-destruct. See, Lanky is what's known as a 'team killer.' His arrogance and lack of talent is going to drive Everest down to the ground, and the other team has another team killer: Quarla. With them still in the game, those two teams will continue to lose and vote each other out, until my teammates are a majority in the merge. That way, they'll be more likely to listen to me, and if I face any of them in the finale, I think I can beat them easily." (smirks) "I think the million is mine this time."

The rest of Team Mongolia, excluding Kim, were reclining in the lobby. Bishop was the first to speak. "Ah, now this is more like it. It's exactly what somebody of my social status deserves. Also, I say that Cherry should be our leader, as she did a better job than Alice."

Alice was displeased with this statement. "No! I'm the leader, you snob!"

Bishop shrugged. "But when you led us we came second, and when Cherry led us, we came in first. It's just common sense."

Eddie cocked his head. "Are you certain we need a leader, everyone?"

The professional girl looked as if someone had just got hit by a truck. "Of course we need a leader, you moron!"

The detective sighed. "It was just a simple question…"

Zed shrugged as well. "Well, there ain't an I in team, so maybe he's onto somethin'."

Alice was practically fuming. "Shut up, hick!"

The farmer looked guilty. "Oh! S-Sorry, ma'am!"

In response, Alice growled and stormed off to one of the bedrooms to have a silent tantrum. A few seconds later, Zed added, "Man, I reckon she's as temperamental as a wild bull…"

Bishop smirked. "That was the first intelligent thing you've said all game."

(Confessional: Ooooh, total shade!)

Zed: (scratches his head) "Uh… was Bishop's statement a compliment or not? I reckon I can't tell."

Alice: (rolls her eyes) "Bishop is really getting on my nerves. You know what, most of my team is getting on my nerves! Ugh, I'm praying for a team swap at this point, and I'm an atheist!"

Before Zed could respond to Bishop, the rich snob continued by saying, "I'm going back to bed. If any of you need me for something then please hesitate to ask, because I'm not getting out of bed until the morning."

After Bishop closed his door behind him, Alice rolled her eyes and added, "Dick."

(Confessional: Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think there's a Richard in this cast.)

Opal: (pouts) "Bishop is as grumpy as a green gummy worm. ...I wonder if he was wedgied too hard as a kid."

Sasha: (playing on her DS) "Stop drifting, cheater! Man, Mario Kart DS is so broken!"

On the other side of the lobby, Cherry turned to Sasha and asked, "Do you have any racing games?"

The gamer girl nodded and elaborated, "I've got Mario Kart DS, Crash Team Racing and Penny Racers. Oh, and speaking of which, my favorite Crash Bandicoot character is Ripper Roo! He's so nutty… and he kinda reminds me of Opal now that I think about it."

Zed scratched his head. "Err, who's Crash Bandicoot?"

Sasha giggled. "He's a video game character. ...You don't play many video games, do you, Zed?"

The farmer shrugged. "Eh, not really, no."

Suddenly, Opal came out of nowhere with a massive grin on her face. "Ha ha ha! You have much to learn about video games, Zed! Oh, speaking of which, I think I'll call you Zeddy! It's a cute nickname! Now c'mere!"

With that, the crazy Chinese girl glomped Zed, causing him to fall to the ground and yell, "Whoa! Geez, let me know first if you're gonna do that again!"

Opal then yelled "Ookie!" and proceeded to cartwheel up the stairs, because she could. Then, Zed got back to his feet, adjusted his straw hat, and noted, "Opal's a little weird."

(Confessional: ~Just a little bittle! ...Little Bittle?! Aaaaa-)

Zed: (lightly chuckles) I wonder if Opal has had too many sugary drinks. I mean, I tend to go a little bit nutty when I drink too much of my pop's homemade fizz juice.

Cherry: Opal's even wilder than me! Awesome!

The guys of Team Savannah were starting to wake up in their side of the Middle Place Cabin. Tyson and Ulric were on the top bunks while Paul was below Ulric and Yannis was below Tyson. A few seconds later, Tyson got up, put on his sunglasses, and said, "Man, that was a good rest. It's nice to be out of the Loser Cabin for a change. I feel ready for the challenge, so let's go, dudes."

With that, Tyson jumped off his bunk while Yannis silently yawned as he woke up and got out of bed. Then, Tyson ran a hand through his spiky green hair and asked, "Morning, Yannis! Sleep well, dude?"

Yannis nodded, and then looked at the still sleeping Paul and Ulric. Once Tyson noticed where Yannis was starting, he chuckled and said, "They sure are sound sleepers, dude. Well, we can't have them sleeping all day. Wake up!"

This caused Ulric to wake up, scream, and flip off Tyson in anger before returning to his slumber.

It also caused Paul to wake with a start and begin spraying his air freshener while screaming about germs before realizing Tyson was yelling at him. Then, he blushed, scratched his head, and said, "Oh, it's just you guys. I was having a horrible nightmare..."

Tyson cocked his head. "What was it, dude?"

Paul gulped. "I dreamt that I was wearing dirty clothes and that I was out of cleaning products! It was horrible!"

In response, Yannis rolled his eyes with a smile and Tyson chuckled a little before saying, "That's not a nightmare, dude. A nightmare is getting dismembered or somethin'."

Paul then gulped, got out of bed, and began scrubbing a small stain on the window while saying, "It's a nightmare to me! Y-You know how I am about germs…"

Yannis nodded, and then, a few seconds later, the sound of a groggy yawn attracted their attention. A few seconds later, Ulric got up and growled, "Ugh, I hate mornings. Never do that again, Tyson! Seriously… waking someone up early isn't cool at all..."

Suddenly, Tyson scratched his head with a guilty look in his eyes. "...Yeah, you don't look so hot, dude. That's my bad. I won't do it again, promise."

The tough guy crossed his arms. "You'd better not. Now let me get another hour in, OK?"

Tyson sighed, but nodded anyway before saying, "Look, dude, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure we were all up early, so that we could do more before the challenge."

Ulric sighed and groaned. "Ugh, fine, I'll get up. I just like sleeping in is all."

Yannis nodded in agreement and made some hand motions while gesturing to the door. Then, Paul nodded and said, "Yannis is right. The challenge will be starting soon and we should get breakfast while it's available."

Ulric's eyes widened. "Whoa, you understood his gestures that easily?"

Paul shrugged. "I didn't think it was too tough to understand, honestly."

Tyson smiled and gave a thumbs up. "That's cool."

(Confessional: Signs: by M. Night Shamallama!)

Paul: I'm pretty good at understanding sign language. It's just a natural talent of mine, I guess.(sighs) If only I was as equally good at not freaking out around germs.

Yannis: (holds up a letter P and gives an impressed nod).

The sun shone in through the window of the girl's side of the Middle Place Cabin. A few seconds later, Winnie yawned, stretched, sat up from her bottom bunk, put on her kitty ears headband, and cheerfully exclaimed, "Good morning, everyone! I think today's gonna be a great day! Did you have good dreams, everyone?"

In response, Helen pulled her covers over herself and grunted. Additionally, while Winnie was getting up, Quarla was doing push ups on the floor between the beds and Xyly was sound asleep on the bunk above Winnie. After Quarla heard the cat lover's question, she said, "Damn straight. I beat up a bunch of weaklings and won a medal for it. I think one looked like that wimpy germophobe too. Heh heh heh."

Winnie, seemingly ignoring Quarla's statement, continued, "I dreamt about kitties! What about you, Helen?"

The anti-fun girl, still under the covers, muttered, "I didn't have a dream. They're far too ex-'"

Winnie stepped in to say, "That's a shame; dreams a fun. I once dreamt I was a cat, and it was amazing!"

Helen rolled her eyes and got out of bed before saying, "You are the most exciting person I know. You should be banned from this competition on that merit alone."

Winnie sighed and was about to reply before Quarla growled, "Will you two shut the hell up already? We're a team, and as much as I hate all of your guts, we've got to work together. Besides, we can brutally murder each other once we reach the merge, got it?!"

The cat lover pouted. "I don't want to kill. That's mean..."

Without missing a beat of her push up session, the aggressive girl bluntly stated, "Don't care. Now shut your mouth before I give you a knuckle sandwich."

Helen rolled her eyes. "Hmph. Push ups are far too exciting. Why not just sit in silence and do nothing?"

Quarla then finished her push ups and sighed before replying, "Because that's not productive and I'd much rather do something worthwhile like beating up a freshman."

The anti-fun girl said, "Freshmen-"

Quarla couldn't take it anymore and roared, "Are too exciting. I get it already! I don't care, you annoying bitch! Stop talking now before I slam your head against the wall until you see blood for weeks!"

(Confessional: Hi, we're the Care Bears, and everybody has to care about-ah!)

Quarla: (her fists are coated with fluff) "Ugh, those fuzzy asswipes would not. Shut. Up! And come on, of all the bunk mates I could have had, why did it have to be a girl as boring as sandpaper and a giddy cat lover? Why? Why? Why?

After the group took fifteen to thirty seconds to recover from Quarla's meltdown, except for Helen, who stood there as if nothing had happened, the aggressive girl asked, "Is there anything you don't think is too exciting?"

Helen shrugged. "I like long dreary math problems."

Quarla facepalmed. "Yeah. You've got issues. See a doctor or something."

Winnie pouted. "Come on Quarla, be nice."

The anti-fun girl rolled her eyes. "Being nice is far too excit-."

Helen was interrupted by Quarla punching her. Once Helen had fallen down on her bed without her expression changing whatsoever, Quarla began shouting things that wouldn't make it on the air. Then, about fifteen seconds later, Xyly woke up, stretched out a bit, and asked, "What did Xyly miss?"

Her question was answered by Quarla screaming at a non-fazed Helen and Winnie scooting away from them in an attempt to prevent herself from being the aggressive girl's next victim. In response, the viking girl facepalmed and said, "Xyly wishes she didn't ask."

(Confessional: Third Person Person!)

Helen: (rolls her eyes) Quarla is far too exciting.

Winnie: I wonder why Helen hates fun? You know; she kinda reminds me of Nitt Notts from the Imagination Movers TV show. (gulps) Either way… Quarla really just kinda lost it today. I hope she's alright, even if she is a meanie…"

Xyly: Helen is boring, and she'd take that as a compliment. Xyly thinks that's kinda weird. And Xyly hopes the other three will be OK after that scene…

Quarla: (angrily swears, rants, and screams for about a half a minute before body slamming into the camera and spitting on top of it.)

Donny, Fripp, Max, and Lankston were waking up in the guys side of the Loser Cabin and Rheneas however, was still dreaming and talking in his sleep, saying, "Oh, baby, you're so sweet… and warm… and chocolatey!"

Max cocked his head. "I wonder what he's dreaming about?"

Donny smirked, having recovered after Nina's elimination. "I don't know, but this is comedy gold! Man, where's a sound recorder when you need one?"

Lankston rolled his eyes. "Idiots. He's obviously dreaming about chocolate or some kind of bizarre fetish."

With that, Fripp walked over to Rheneas and began poking him on the head, while shouting, "I like peas and carrots! Peas and carrots! Peas and ca-"

Rheneas then grabbed Fripp's neck, got up, and growled, "You'd better have a good reason for waking me! I was having a really nice dream!"

The short dude smirked again. "Yeah, we all heard. You talk in your sleep."

The pyromaniac then blushed and let go of Fripp's neck before saying, "Oh… sorry. But still, why did you wake me up Fripp?"

The blockhead "Because Gorrest Fump told me to!"

Rheneas facepalmed. "Gorr-gah! I meant Forrest Gump is a fictional character from a movie! He's not real!"

Lankston nodded. "Finally, someone who shares my frustrations."

Max sighed. "Don't try explaining it to him, Rheneas. He's a bit slow on the uptake."

Fripp grinned. "I can't take up, silly! Up isn't an object!"

The ubernerd gestured towards Fripp. "I rest my case."

The condescending one rolled his eyes. "Congratulations, you discovered something I figured out yesterday."

Donny growled, "Just shut up, already! Seriously, you and Fripp are perfect for each other!"

Lankston narrowed his eyes. "I am straight, you imbecile!"

Rheneas smirked. "Says the My Little Pony fan."

The condescending one got angry. "It's a good show! I'm not even kidding!"

Fripp nodded. "Yeah, Gorrest Fump is a good show!"

Lankston facepalmed. "That's not what we were talking about, dumbass!"

The blockhead picked his nose. "I like peacocks!"

The condescending one screamed into the sky while Rheneas, Donny, and Max all chuckled at his misfortune.

(Confessional: ...No, Katy Perry, you may not see my rainbow colored bird!)

Donny: So, I'd say Rheneas is my best friend here. Max is a nice guy even though he tends to ramble about Dungeons and Dragons. Fripp? Well, he's nice but he's dumb as a sack of peanuts. Honestly, how did he get past preschool? Hey, at least he annoys Lankston, so I guess that makes him OK in my book. I wouldn't get these hysterical moments if Nina were still here." (shudders and quickly leaves)

Rheneas: (chuckles) Fripp and Lankston should open up their own comedy night. I'd seriously pay to see it."

Lankston: (sighs) "Note to self: pick less aggravating pawns in the future. And honestly, Fripp actually kind of scares me.

Fripp: (sticks his tongue out) Pecans!

After Jill and Imanda woke up and made some smalltalk, they made their way to the Mess Hall.

Once there, all twenty three campers had arrived and took their seats at their team's respective tables eating breakfast. Some were enjoying their breakfast more than others since Gary was cooking for Team Mongolia, Raven for Team Savannah and Chef Hatchet for Team Everest.

At Team Mongolia's table, Sasha, after taking a few bites of her pancakes and toast, said, "This is really good, Gary! Thank you!"

The chef smiled and gave a thumbs up before Alice nodded and added, "Indeed. This is a meal somebody like myself deserves."

Bishop rolled his eyes. "For a commoner such as yourself, yes. As for me, back home I have a personal Chef for every meal of the day and have thousands of things to choose from."

Eddie facepalmed before asking, "Then why did you even audition?"

The rich snob scoffed. "A peasant such as yourself couldn't possibly understand how important a person's image is."

The detective smirked. "And complaining about the best food this camp offers and bragging about how great your life is helps said image, correct?"

Bishop growled, "Oh, shut up!"

Eddie shrugged and returned to his food. "I'm just saying, if this is you when we win, I'd hate to see how you deal with Chef Hatchet's cuisine."

Kim stepped in at this point. "We're trying not to lose, right, Eddie?"

The detective blushed. "O-Of course, Kim. I didn't mean to imply otherwise. I j-just don't want our winning streak to be dashed so soon, is all. My apologies."

The dangerous flirt seemed satisfied with that answer, and right after she nodded, Cherry said, "Oh yeah, Kim, I'm sorry if I'm sounding nosy, but where were you last night?"

Kim shrugged. "It's fine, no worries. Like I said, I like to take a walk before bed so that I can go out like a log. Yesterday, I walked along the beach. ...I would have taken a swim too, but I just got too tired, so I simply headed back to the Champions Cabin after my walk."

Cherry frowned. "That's a shame. The water looks pretty nice, doesn't it?"

The dangerous flirt nodded. "It does. Plus, it'd be nice to swim without having to worry about boys staring at me…"

She then blushed, causing Bishop to grin, Eddie to blush, and Alice to groan.

(Confessional: Tenny weeny bikini!)

Bishop: (grins with a perverse expression on his face) "I bet Kim would look ravishing in a bikini!"

Eddie: (blushes) "I must confess that my mind did wander a bit at that statement, sadly enough. But, I must stay strong if I want to figure out the mystery of Kim."

Kim: (flicks her hair back with a smirk) "Too easy. That image oughta keep Bishop, and maybe even Eddie at my beck and call. Bishop is going to self-destruct, but hey, a pawn is a pawn!" (her smirk gets more devious) "But Eddie… now he'd be a wonderful goat. He seems very stoic and logical, but I can tell I'm chipping away at him. Just a little more flirting and buttering him up, and he'll be putty in my hands, no doubt. I can already see him rejecting that Indian Nigger…" (shudders in delight) "Ah, that's amazing! Trust me, he'll be mine soon. And then I'll drag him along to the finale, where I can promptly dump him and claim the million just like I was always meant to. Love doesn't exist, handsome." (winks and blows a kiss as her voice gets more sultry) "Such a shame you'll have to learn that the hard way." (flat out laughs as she leaves the confessional)

Team Savannah gathered around their table and began eating the fried eggs and OJ that Raven had prepared for them. However, Quarla was less than satisfied as she growled, "Ugh, we should be the ones eating Gary's cooking!"

Winnie shrugged with a grin. "I don't mind! I love eggs!"

Yannis nodded in agreement as he cut his eggs with a knife and fork. Then, Helen rolled her eyes and droned, "Eggs are far too exciting."

Paul stepped in at this point and said, "Um… if you don't eat, you'll starve, Helen."

Quarla facepalmed. "What the hell are you doing now, wimp?"

The germophobe calmly replied, "I'm checking that the egg is safe to eat. I don't want to eat any salmonell-aaah!."

His statement was interrupted by Quala throwing empty plate at him which missed and shattered against the wall behind Paul. In response, Tyson's eyes widened and he stammered, "W-Whoa! C-Chill out dudette! That's n-not cool!"

The aggressive girl shrugged. "Well, he annoyed me."

The guitarist cocked his head. "How?"

Quarla's response was blunt. "By existing."

(Confessional: Totally reasonable.)

Paul: (gulps) G-Good thing the plate missed or I could have got a concussion! Seriously, Quarla has a really strong throw!

Yannis: (holds up a picture of Quarla and frowns while shaking his head).

Team Everest were sitting around at their table, each with what appeared to be a bowl of mush that somewhat resembled soup. Lankston was the first to speak. "Is this burnt toast or burnt juice?"

Jill looked at the bowl with horror. "I don't know what this is."

Imanda shrugged. "Eh, it's not so bad. Then again, I'm trained to eat gross things in times of need."

Rheneas sighed. "Great, I can't even charbroil this mess."

Max gagged and added, "Yeah, this food is insanitary and totally not high-technical… I think I've had enough."

The sarcastic girl pushed her bowl away. "I think you're right on, Max."

(Confessional: I think Chef Hatchet should stop taking cooking lessons from Myth Busters.)

Fripp: My soup smelt like burnt peanuts! And peas and ca- (Quarla punches him out of the confessioal)

Rheneas: (shaking his head) Jeez, I think the fact that Chef Hatchet cooks for the losers is all the incentive I need to never lose.

Lankston: Good gravy, Chef Hatchet is a worse cook than Sweetie Belle! ...Shut up!

A few minutes after everyone had finished their breakfast, Spider and Quana walked in. Quana was the first to speak. "Good morning, everyone! Ready for your next challenge? Don't worry, this one is pretty easy."

Jill rolled her eyes. "Uh huh. And Chef Hatchet's a good cook."

Spider stepped in. "Rest assured, we're not lying. Most of you will probably enjoy this, as it'll really be a chance to get creative and have fun."

Helen rolled her eyes. "This challenge sounds far too exciting."

The sick redhead shrugged. "You may like it. Follow us and we'll explain what it is."

(Confessional: Challenges. Total Drama. Enjoyable. Ha.)

Cherry: This sounds like a fun challenge!

Winnie: I wonder if the challenge involves kitties! That'd be great!

After a minute or so, Spider and Quana stood in front of the contestants right in front of the beach. Behind the two hosts was a trio of large crates labeled 'Supplies'. Then, Quana chirped, "Today's challenge is something that will, I think, bring you back to your younger days. Because today, you will be making toys!"

Bishop cocked her head. "That's it? Seriously?"

Spider nodded. "Yep; you can make any toy you can think of. As long as it's suitable for children, we don't want any… well, you know..."

The messy redhead quickly cleared his throat to avoid any awkward silences, and then said, "Anyway, each team will be making three toys! Once your building time ends they will be marked out of ten by our two judges!"

Alice cocked her head. "Who's judging?"

The Hispanic girl replied, "I'm glad you asked. Come on out, you two!"

With that, Jimmy and Eleanor walked out from behind the crates and waved to the twenty three contestants before saying, in unison, "Hi, everyone!"

After most of the campers responded by waving back, Eleanor said, "We'll be judging your toys later today, and both of us will give you a mark out of ten. Thus, you can have a maximum of twenty and a minimum of two."

Jimmy then added, "And try to think outside the box! I like seeing new ideas and original thinking!"

Quarla then cracked her knuckles, smirked and asked, "So, how do we win? Is it the team with the highest scoring toy or the total score of all toys put together?"

Eleanor responded by saying, "The winner will be determined by adding up the scores of all the toys; if there is a tie each team involved will create a new toy and the best of those will win, but it's heavily unlikely that would be the outcome. ...And please don't crack your knuckles at me. It's making me feel really uneasy..."

The aggressive girl intensified her smirk. "Heh, good."

In response, Jimmy held Eleanor's hand to calm her while Spider and Quana stepped forward. Spider then announced, "Your time starts... now!"

With that, Spider blew the air horn, signifying that the challenge had begun. Each team then claimed a crate and began to drag them away to their respective building sites.

(Confessional: They certainly aren't toying around!)

Opal: This'll be as fun as a furry fluff ball! I love toys!

Helen: I hate toys; they're far too exciting. But, I may as well go along with it since I've got little choice in the matter.

Fripp: .Is mayonnaise a toy? Or is it horseradish? (thinks, and then falls down in a few seconds before whining) "Thinking is hard!"

Kim: (smiles) "Toys, huh? That's cool…" (sighs very slightly, to the point where it's almost unnoticeable. Heck, her smile is still there.)

After all the teams went to their building sites, Spider said, "So the teams are already thinking up ideas for toys. But who will bring some toy joy and who will just be toyed with? Find out after the break!"

With that, the camera cut. A few seconds after the fact, Quana tapped Spider on the shoulder, gestured to the beach, and asked, "Hey, Spider, what is that?"

Spider's eyes followed the direction Quana was pointing in, and he saw a peculiar bright red object washed up on the shore. Once his eyes met the anomaly, he said, "I don't know, Quana. Let me go check it out, alright?"

The Hispanic girl nodded, allowing the sick redhead to run down the beach to get a closer look at the object. About a minute later, he got close enough to pick it up and analyze what the mystery object was.

As it turns out, it was a bright red jacket, or hoodie, rather. It was very wet from the waves of the ocean, and appeared to be rather tattered and worn down. It was still wearable, however. It had two waist pockets and a red zipper that seemed to work just fine, and it was heavy enough to be worn in winter without a rush of cold dominating the body. It also appeared to be decently wide around the chest area, signifying that whoever wore this in the past was female.

Spider took about fifteen seconds to study the mysterious red hoodie, before shrugging and taking it back to Quana. When the sick redhead returned to the Hispanic girl, he said, "The thing on the beach was a red hoodie. Is it yours?"

Quana looked at the hoodie. "No, it's not mine. It looks like my size, though."

The sick redhead put his hand under his chin. "That's so weird… think we should keep it in the lost and found?"

The Hispanic girl shrugged. "I don't see why not. It just washed up here, and it would be a waste to throw it away."

With that, Spider nodded and headed off to the lost and found.