AN: Hey, guys, DarkShockBro here! And wow, this really got crazy long! This is my longest chapter to day, clocking in at almost 12,000 words! Well, I really hope you enjoy this long chapter, where you'll find out who gets the third boot! I hope you enjoy it!
Quana was standing in front of the beach on her own for once and after a few seconds of looking back and forth for Spider, she said, "Err… welcome back to Total Drama Letterama! If you are just joining us, today's challenge is toy building! Each team will build three toys and Jimmy and Eleanor will be judging them. The team with the most points wins, and vice versa."
During Quana's speech, Spider stepped in, saw the camera in front of him, and spoke up when he needed to by saying, "I think Team Mongolia might do pretty good at this one. Opal's really bouncy and fun, so she might think of a decent toy."
The Hispanic girl shrugged. "Eh, I think that Team Everest might do pretty good. Max is a robotier, after all. But maybe Team Savannah could surprise us. Additionally, I bet Winnie will think of something to do with cats."
The sick redhead smiled. "This sure will be a challenge to remember no matter what happens. I just hope nobody gets hurt."
Quana shrugged. "I doubt anyone will. It's just toy building, after all."
(Confessional: Tempting Fate, are we?)
Quana: I really hope I didn't just jinx it by saying that…
Before Quarla could head off to her team, she was tapped on the shoulder by something. As such, she turned her shoulder only to see the same masked figure who, like before, beckoned her into the forest.
The aggressive girl shrugged and decided to follow the figure once more. After about a minute to trudging through a maze of trees and broken branches, the figure stopped and said, "Good day, Quarla. I trust you slept well?"
Quarla rolled her eyes. "Cut the bullshit again, buddy. You aren't subtle. Tell me what you want me to do."
The figure chuckled. "Such haste! But, very well. What I want you to do today is to butter up that cat girl. Make her believe she has the potential to be strong. Make her see you as a big sister with all the answers, Quarla."
The aggressive girl scoffed. "You're shittin' me! You want me to lie to that weakling?!"
The figure nodded. "I do. Failure to comply with my demands… may result in you being labelled as the weak one. For, you see, I have plans to turn this island into a whirlwind of chaos where only the strong survive. It would be such a shame if you were to…"
The figure pulled out a switchblade which he flicked open before finishing, "Get caught up in the crossfire. Wouldn't it, Quarla? I am offering you all you could possibly want. All you have to do is to gain a little more of Winnie's trust. Then, the seeds to my plan will be sowed, and soon enough, everything will be plunged into glorious chaos… until only us, the strong ones, come out on top. So, I'll say it again. Befriend Winnie, and everything will go as we desire, Quarla."
Quarla gulped, but nonetheless nodded with a smirk. "...Consider it done."
The figure seemed to return the smirk under his cloak. "Excellent! Now, return to your team. They may grow suspicious if you linger here for any longer."
The aggressive girl nodded, and then exited the forest the way she came in.
(Confessional: Something wicked this way comes…)
?: (smirks) "Foolish girl. Haw haw haw!"
Team Savannah was gathering around in a circle and Rheneas, after dumping a crate in the center of the circle, said, "This shouldn't be such a hard challenge. I mean, we've all played with toys when we were little, right?"
Donny responded with a frown and a cough, causing the pyromaniac to scratch his head and say, "Oh, right. My bad, dude."
Max was the next to speak. "Does anybody have any ideas for a toy? Brainstorming always helps me when I create robots."
Lankston scoffed. "Please, I don't need to brainstorm. I have the perfect idea for a toy."
Rheneas shrugged. "Then do it. We can split up into multiple groups."
Imanda smiled. "Good idea! And maybe we could make some sort of doll resembling a cutesy monster. I hear that's a popular trend nowadays."
Jill shrugged. "Perhaps we should see what materials we have. No use thinking of something if making it isn't a possibility."
Fripp grinned. "Crayons are fun! Hey, maybe we should make a cake!"
The sarcastic chick facepalmed. "Please tell me how you made that connection so I can promptly slap my forehead again due to the sheer level of stupidity that will surely be packed in such a comment."
The blockhead kept his grin. "Crayons are colorful, and so are cakes! Hey, you know what else is colorful? Peas and carr-"
Lankston stepped in. "Shut up!"
Fripp pouted. "Aww, you're mean, Lanky!"
The condescending one promptly got up, walked over to the nearest tree, and began kicking it repeatedly.
(Confessional: Oh, snap! You just got Fripped!)
Lankston: "Why?! Why am I the one constantly getting abused? Why did I pick such a stupid pawn? And why is my strategy not working? Ugh!
After Lankston took a minute to take his anger out on the tree, he sat back down and Imanda suggested, "How about we split into three groups? That way we'll be multitasking and as such, we'll save time. A Chipmunk Scout is trained to maximize time!"
Max smiled and nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. What do you guys think?"
Donny shrugged. "Hey, so long as we don't lose."
Fripp chuckled. "Donny, you aren't even wearing sneakers!"
Lankston's eyes widened. "...I don't get this! Half the time he makes an insightful joke using the wrong word, and half the time he just babbles incoherently!"
The blockhead stuck his tongue out. "I like tofu!"
The condescending one facepalmed.
(Confessional: So Fripp is a vegetarian. ...OK.)
Fripp: "What's a veg-e-tear-i-un? Is it a smaller onion? Eeew! I hate onions!" (turns up his nose)
After Rheneas saw Lankston sitting with a defeated expression on his face, he smirked and said, "So, I take it you and Fripp are best buddies and want to work together, right?"
Lankston's glare was fierce. "Shut up, you asshole! I would rather hug Nina until I passed out than work with that dumbass!"
Fripp grinned. "Ooh, Lanky, we're best buddies? Yay!"
The condescending one hung his head with a defeated expression, mumbling, "Why me? Why me?!"
Max frowned and sighed. "I'll join you two. Fripp seems to like me, Lankston, so perhaps it'll be a little less painful."
Lankston's eyes widened and he regained his smirk. "Finally, something good's happening! And rest assured, with my superior leadership, we will create a toy that Jimmy and Eleanor will have no choice but to give it a twenty out of twenty!"
Fripp jumped up and down. "That sounds good! ...What's twenty?"
The condescending one seemed about ready to scream again, but Max interrupted by saying, "It's a good thing, Fripp. Totally high-technical too!"
The blockhead stick his tongue out. "Yay! I get to hang out with my bestest friends!".
At this point, Jill spoke up and said, "Alright. So, if no one has any objections, I'll work with Imanda and Rheneas."
Donny shrugged. "Guess I'm on my own. You guys mind if I come over to your group so that we can patch up my toy?"
Rheneas gave a thumbs up. "No problem, man! Let's burn!"
(Confessional: Don't think that's a good idea, buddy. Toys are flammable.)
Jill: I have confidence that Max can think of a decent toy, as he's smart enough. As for my group, perhaps we could make some sort of spider? ...Nah, that's stupid.
Rheneas: I have an idea for a toy. it combines fire with a household object while making it suitable for kids: a singing toaster! I can record my voice onto it since I can sing a bit. Betcha didn't see that comin', huh? (winks)
Max: Maybe Fripp could be helpful. He's got childlike innocence so maybe that'll translate well for ideas. And even though Lankston is a bit haughty, I think he'd have an aneurysm if he was paired with Fripp alone, and that'd destroy our team, big time.
Team Mongolia were also sitting around in a circle, with Alice in the middle of it. Naturally, the professional girl was the first to speak. "Ok everyone; we've got toys to build, and I think that the first thing we should do is appoint a suitable leader: me. Any objections?"
Opal grinned. "Ooh, I'd like to lead!"
Alice scoffed and smirked before saying, "Hmph, I doubt you'd be able to, as you're completely insane, I don't see how you would know the first thing about leading."
Opal pouted. "But I like toys! Toys are fun as a flamingo tea party! Hahaha!"
The professional girl facepalmed. "Thank you, Opal. You just proved my point."
Zed decided to step in at this point. "Hang on there, partner. I reckon we should give Opal a chance. She's a nice lady, so I don't mind having her lead us."
Cherry nodded. "Nor do I."
Alice maintained her composure. "Hold on. She doesn't have the skills necessary. You know, leadership skills that I have."
Bishop raised his eyebrow. "Do you know how to build toys?"
The professional girl pouted. "I want to lead, dammit!"
Sasha sighed. "Alice, being the leader isn't everything. A videogame is a team effort, much like this challenge."
In response, Alice stayed silent, defeated for the time being.
(Confessional: Silence is golden!)
Kim: (her right hand is underneath her chin) "OK, I know my strategy last time involved me staying under-the-radar, but this is different. Perhaps if I play my cards right, I could truly throw a wrench in the relationship between Eddie and Sasha." (smirks) "That Indian Nigger won't know what hit her and Eddie by the time my charms have taken hold on him." (giggles)
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Eddie shrugged and said, "I guess Opal is leading us, then. Fine by me, I suppose. This challenge appears to be right up her alley. And I think I have an idea for a toy we could make; if you want to hear it."
Kim responded by smirking away from the group as if she was pleased by this turn of events.
Then, Opal grinned and said. "Ooh, what is it?"
Eddie shrugged. "It's simple, really. I was thinking we could make a detective doll. So far, there haven't been enough detective references for my liking. This should fix that problem, and get us the necessary points if we equip it with a sound box. That is, if Opal will allow it."
Kim stepped in at this point and excitedly proclaimed, "That's a great idea! That'll get us twenty points for sure! ...Maybe I could join you, Eddie?"
The detective's eyes widened. "M-Me? Um… is that alright, Opal?"
Sasha's jaw dropped. "E-Eddie?! W-What are you do-"
Before the gamer girl could finish, Opal shouted, "Sure, Eddie-Weddie! Go ahead! I'll work with Zeddy and Cherry, and Sasha, you can work with Alice and Bishie!"
Alice's eyes widened. "W-What?!"
Bishop rolled his eyes. "No chance, crazy girl."
However, before the two complained, Opal picked up a large armful of random toy parts and dashed off with Zed and Cherry trying to keep up. The remaining five members of Team Mongolia looked amongst each other, some with more disdain than others.
(Confessional: Ugh, I can't snark to this!)
Zed: "Opal's a little bit o' an oddball, but I can tell she's got a big heart."
Alice: "Opal is leading. Opal is leading!" (facepalm) "Just give us the loss already. We have lots of dead weight to cut regardless.
Kim: (smiles) "Wow, that was much easier than I thought! Heh, I guess I've underestimated the power of these puppies." (plays with her breasts a little and giggles) "There's just something about them that causes guys to just lose their sense of reason. But hey, it's not like I'm complaining! At long last, I've got Eddie alone with me." (winks and blows a kiss before saying, in a more alluring voice) "Time to turn on the charm. That nerdy detective won't know what to do with himself by the time I'm done with him."
After the three left, Kim closed her eyes and smiled at Eddie before saying, "I can't wait to work with such a smart guy!"
The detective blushed and laughed nervously for a few seconds before Sasha stepped in. "Um… Kim? D-Do you mind if I talk to Eddie for a little?"
The dangerous flirt looked to be in thought for a few seconds before shrugging and saying, "Sure! Just know that Opal assigned the groups already. I wouldn't want you to get into conflict with her…"
The gamer girl nodded. "No problem. C'mere, Eddie…"
Sasha then stood up and walked away and Eddie followed after saying, "My apologies, Kim. I will be right back, I promise."
Kim smiled. "I'll be here, Eddie!"
After the two were out of earshot, the dangerous flirt chuckled and muttered, in such a way that no one could hear her, "Getting jealous, you pathetic nigger? Good."
(Confessional: Oh dear…)
Sasha: (frowns) "I know Eddie told me this may happen… but I'm just worried. I don't know why, but Eddie pursuing Kim just… it just doesn't sit right with me. I guess I'm just worried I won't be able to make more friends. Plus, if Eddie falls for Kim, there's no way I'd ever be able to be in a romantic relationship with him. Kim's beautiful… and I'm just plain ol' Sasha." (sighs)
Eddie and Sasha continued to walk for about half a minute before Sasha stopped and turned to the detective with a concerned expression. However, Eddie was the first to speak. "Sasha, I told you this may happen. Like I said, I do believe there's more to Kim than meets the eye, and I want to solve the mystery of her. I know you, Sasha. I know you very well. But this is an opportunity for me to do something new. And I'd like to take advantage of it. Moreover, you should take advantage of these opportunities too. I know this phrase has been abused ten times over, but it's true, you only live once. Don't you want to meet new people too?"
Sasha sighed. "It's not that. It's two things, actually. One, I'm worried about you. I mean, the last time this happened…"
The detective frowned. "I haven't forgotten about that. But I'm not going to let that stop me. I can't just act stoic and logical like a robot all the time. I need to take chances. Heck, I entered this show so I could take chances and solve real mysteries beyond my comfort zone. You don't need to concern yourself over me, Sasha. I can take care of myself when it comes to these manners."
The gamer girl nodded. "...Alright. And two, I don't know if I'll be able to make any friends… especially with boys. I mean, we have girls like Kim on the island, and I'm just me."
Eddie smiled. "You needn't concern yourself over that. You're beautiful in your own way, and I know there are guys on the island who will enjoy how relatable you are to them. But I'm here to tackle greater mysteries, Sasha. We're already really good friends, and as such, I believe it would be beneficial for both of us to interact with the other campers more. Give it a try. You may be better at socialization than you'd care to admit."
Sasha returned the smile. "...Thanks, Eddie. I'll do my best to interact with Alice and Bishop today."
The detective nodded. "That's all I can ask. Now then, let us return to our groups."
With a nod from Sasha, the two disbanded.
(Confessional: Friendship Saves the Day! By: Tea Gardener… why?!)
Eddie: "I'm glad I was able to calm Sasha down and reassure her that everything was fine between us. Truth be told, I am a bit concerned that we may be stuck in the friend-zone, but perhaps that will change as the contest continues. Or perhaps my heart will lead me in another direction. Either way, hopefully the relationship between Sasha and I continues to be stable." (smiles) "But since our meeting has concluded, it's time for me to conduct my first investigation!"
After her brief detour, Quarla managed to return to Team Everest, who were currently sitting around in a circle. She then started pacing around in front of her team and said, "Alright, weaklings, listen up! We've got to create three toys capable of impressing two weaklings so as much as I hate to say it, we'll have to think like weaklings. That means you'll be useful, Paul."
Paul sighed in response, and Helen rolled her eyes and said, "This challenge is far too exciting. I hate toys."
Ulric shrugged. "That's fine. Just don't blame us if you go home tonight then.."
The anti-fun girl droned, "I'll try, I just hate toys."
Winnie then said, "Ooh, are we going to work in groups? Because if so, I'd like to work with Yannis!"
Yannis smiled and nodded in response before Paul asked, "Can I work with you tw-"
Quarla responded by punching the germophobe in the stomach and shouting, "Shut up! You don't get to talk!"
Tyson put his hands up and said, "Whoa, chill out, dudette!"
Helen nodded. "Yes, arguing creates a lot of emotion and emotions are f-."
The aggressive girl punched the anti-fun girl in the stomach before she could finish and began yelling, "Shut up! You don't get to talk anymore, you bitch! If you do, I'm going to kick your-"
Quarla then slipped into another expletive-laced rant for about fifteen seconds.
Then, Xyly punched the aggressive girl in the stomach and said, "Stop! Xyly thinks you should all stop arguing and try to get along."
Ulric nodded. "Absolutely. We're a team, and that means we're all in this contest together through thick and thin."
Quarla rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine."
(Confessional: Team Everest is about to have an avalanche…)
Quarla: Helen and Paul: weak and weaker! Ugh, I can't wait to kick them off…
Xyly: (sighs) Xyly treats her friends with respect, and as such, she thinks Quarla isn't a friend of Xyly's. But we may need her strength in future challenges. After all, Xyly can't carry the team by herself.
Ulric: I'd hate to be on the receiving end of Quarla's wrath. I mean, jeez, that girl is crazy strong! Also, why does she hate Paul so much anyway? I don't really get it.
After Quarla had calmed down, Ulric said, "Anyway, getting back on track, we've got to make some toys to have a chance at winning immunity."
Winnie nodded. "Yup! So, I think that I'll work with Yannis and Paul."
Xyly stepped in next and said, "Xyly will work with Ulric and Tyson."
Quarla looked to be deep in thought for a few seconds before sighing and saying, "Ugh, fine, I'll work with the weaklings. This is a team challenge, so we need all the toys to be strong. And someone's gotta keep that wimpy germophobe in line."
Paul gulped but sighed before Tyson asked, "Alright, dudette. But, what about Helen?"
Helen then scooped up a clump of rubber and some paint before saying, "I will work by myself, thank you."
(Confessional: Rubber ducky, you're the one!)
Helen: Hmph. I know what 'toy' will get us a high score, so we'll be fine.
After Helen walked away, Winnie chirped, "OK guys, see you later!"
Then, she, Yannis, Paul, and Quarla picked up an armful of toy parts and followed where Quarla was heading off to. After Winnie's group disbanded, Tyson asked, "So, dudes, got any idea for a rockin' good toy?"
Xyly was the first to speak. "Xyly thinks we should make it durable. It might get tossed around by Jimmy and Eleanor."
Ulric nodded. "That's true, but it should also be a lightweight material. So that means no metal. Hmm… ah ha!"
The tough guy then walked over to the pile of toy parts and picked up a boxing glove before asking, "Maybe this could be the 'chassis' of our design. Any thoughts?"
Tyson nodded. "Not a bad idea, dude."
The viking chimed in by giving a thumbs up and saying, "Xyly approves."
Ulric smiled. "Awesome. Let's get building."
(Confessional: *takes out a book titled 'Big Book of Glove Puns.'* ~A must for all atrocious cartoons~!)
Winnie: (grins) Ooh, maybe I could talk the guys into making a cuddly kitty toy!
Tyson: (smiles) "Toys are cool; but Sharon is my prized possession" (holds up Sharon the guitar and begins strumming a merry little tune).
Jill, Rheneas, and Imanda were all sitting in the same general vicinity. Then, the sarcastic check bluntly stated, "You're an idiot, Rheneas."
The pyromaniac sighed. "Come on, Jill, it's not a bad idea!"
Jill rolled her eyes. "A singing toaster is not a bad idea. I don't know where you think you are, buddy, but you need to come back down to Earth. We've gotta have better ideas, right?"
Imanda shrugged. "I say we go for it. I haven't earned my 'Build a Toaster Toy' badge yet."
The sarcastic chick sighed. "Seriously? That's a badge? Ugh, how many badges does your friggin' scout troop have anyway?"
The girl scout smirked. "Over nine thousand, of course."
(Confessional: Shut up, Nappa!)
Jill: (facepalms) "Damn, I walked right into that one!"
After Jill pulled her shirt over head and screamed into it, she said, "OK, so now that I've been thoroughly embarrassed, what types of songs will we be putting on it? I'm no singer, so count me out.
Rheneas smiled. "That's fine. I can sing a bit."
The sarcastic chick's eyes widened. "Heh, you learn something new every day. What sort of songs, Rheneas?"
The pyromaniac grinned. "London Underground; You Fat Bastard, all the good stuff. I set the world on fire with my music, baby! Woo!".
Imanda gulped. "You have songs without cursing, right?"
Rheneas chuckled. "Duh. I'm no potty mouth, Imanda. But before we choose the songs to play, we need somethin' to play 'em with."
The girl scout grinned. "Great! I'll get the googly eyes!"
Jill chuckled. "Hey, Imanda, is there a 'gluing googly eyes on a toaster' badge?"
Imanda nodded. "Yep, that's badge number five thousand forty nine."
The sarcastic chick chuckled bitterly. "Ugh, why am I not surprised? You girl scouts could touch your toes and get a damn award for it."
(Confessional: Sounds about right.)
Imanda: (sighs) Jill may be snarky, but she doesn't need to insult girl scouts like that. Sure, we get a lot of random badges, but it's just for fun, honestly.
After about a minute, Donny came up to the group with his toy. It appeared to be a boxing glove connected to a decently wide wall, and there was a button on top of the wall that, most likely, triggered the glove. Once the short dude placed the glove down, he said, "Hey, guys. How's your toy comin' along?"
Rheneas was the first to speak. "It's goin' great, man! Looks like your toy is good too, man!"
Donny winked at the pyromaniac before saying, "It ain't done yet. Have a look at what I put on top of the glove."
The pyromaniac took a closer look and then gave the short dude a big hug before yelling, "Ah, hell yeah! Burn, baby, burn! Let's make this glove go up in flames!"
With that, Rheneas flicked on his lighter and applied it to the top of the boxing glove. And, thanks to the gasoline on top of the glove, the normal boxing glove then became a flaming boxing glove. Once it did, Donny smirked and said, "I call it: The Flaming Glove."
The pyromaniac gave the short dude a high five before saying, "You are the best, man! Woo, that felt amazing! Yeah! Burn, baby, burn!"
(Confessional: Your Honor, I'd like to insert this fine boot into my mouth.)
Rheneas: "Donny, thank you so much, man! I feel alive again!"
Donny: (smiles) "I figured Rheneas would enjoy that. And hey, who doesn't love fire?"
Lankston, Fripp, and Max all sat around the large pile of toy parts. However, the condescending one was the first to speak. "Alright. We need to think of an idea. Now, even though your ideas will pale in comparison to my own, I'll be generous and give you the floor."
Fripp cocked his head. "Why?"
Lankston sighed. "Because we need to build a toy."
The blockhead scratched his head. "Why?"
The condescending one shook his head. "Because that's the challenge."
Fripp stuck his tongue out. "Why?"
Lankston roared, "Because Spider and Quana said so, dumbass!"
The blockhead grinned. "Why?"
The condescending one seemed about ready to lose it again, but he suddenly calmed down, smirked, and said, "Because you're an idiot."
Fripp cocked his head. "Why?"
Lankston smirked. "Because you're a cheap, useless, pathetic pawn of the show that had its brain juices sucked out through a straw and now has the intelligence of burnt toast. As such, your only purposes are to provide stupid comedy relief without a hint of comedy or irony and to make mentally disabled people feel intelligent and confident in their abilities. Every waking moment I spend with you is taking away intelligence quota points that I rightfully deserve and you are nothing put a moronic ball of destruction and failure."
Max frowned. "Dude! I know you don't like Fripp, but calm down!"
The condescending one shrugged. "It's not like he can understand what I'm saying."
Subsequently, Fripp began to cry and run over to a tree, signifying that he could, in fact, understand what Lankston was saying.
The uber-nerd then glared at Lankston and demanded, "Not high-technical, dude! Apologize to him!"
The condescending one shrugged. "He'll calm down."
(Confessional: No, he won't.)
Lankston: (smirks) "Hmph. I may have not gotten voted off yesterday, but making Fripp cry should definitely be enough this time around. I need to get off the island early so I can figure out the capabilities of the rest of my competitors. Besides, Fripp annoyed me multiple times, so this is totally fair."
After Fripp recovered from his tearful outburst thanks to him seeing a rock, walking up to it, and slowly beginning to lick , Max said, "OK, then… anyway, I was thinking of making a Robotic Funnytron a robot that tells jokes, I think it'll get us a good score."
Lankston shrugged. "That's acceptable. I could build the toy, but I want to give the other teams a fair chance. I take it you don't need my glorious help?"
Max shook his head. "I know my way around robotics and D&D thanks to hours of leve graining and practice! But I may need some suggestions for some jokes."
The condescending one shrugged. "Alright. And I take it we won't need Dumbass McGee's help?
The uber-nerd frowned. "Just leave him alone already."
Lankston rolled his eyes. "I make no promises.
(Confessional: Let It G- *shot, and the sounds of agonized screaming can be heard from the background*.)
Max: "Jeez, Lankston is stuck-up. I really don't know what his deal is. But, regardless, this is my type of challenge! Building robots, toys, any kind of mechanical thing is right up my alley!" (laughs nasally)
Opal stood in front of Zed and began facing back and forth as if she was about to say something serious. A few seconds later, she said, "Alright, Zed. Listen up. Before we build a toy we need to understand a quandary that continues to plague our society: what is a toy?"
The farmer scratched his head. "Err, something children play with to have fun, like a teddy bear or a cork gun, right?"
The crazy Chinese girl nodded. "Correct you are, Zed. And now that the quandry has been resolved, I will reveal the toy we will be making: a morph."
Zed cocked his head. "Err, what? I reckon I need some more information."
Opal giggled. "You know, like that cutesy wootsy woo blob in Treasure Planet!"
The farmer shook his head. "'Fraid I haven't heard o' that show, Opal."
The crazy Chinese girl began bouncing up and down. "Why, we're going to make a toy that can change shapes and become anything! Even a gorilla eating ice cream! Hahahahaha!"
Zed chuckled. "Heh, I didn't know Gorilla's ate ice cream. You're really smart, Opal."
Opal gasped, but nonetheless gave a more sincere smile and chirped, "Thanks, Zeddy! Now; let's getting making some toys for tweens! We're going to need some rubber, some goo and a bit of elbow grease!"
The farmer cocked his head. "Should I take my shirt off then?"
Opal then fell onto her back in hysterics, allowing Zed to get a fine peek at her panties. In response, Zed gasped and quickly turned his head away.
(Confessional: Someone needs a longer skirt.)
Zed: I didn't know you could get undergarments in that color. (facepalms) Why did I say that?
A minute after Eddie finished his conversation with Sasha, he met up with Kim, who was just standing around and whistling. When the detective was a few feet away from the dangerous flirt, he said, "Kim, I'm back!"
Kim gasped, turned around and smiled before chirping, "Great to see you, Eddie! Ready to make a winning toy?"
Eddie smiled, nodded, and picked up a box containing toy parts before saying, "Certainly. Would you like to lead the way?"
The dangerous flirt chirped, "Aww, how gentlemanly of you, Eddie! Thank you!"
The detective blushed. "Heh, n-no problem. Please, go right ahead."
Kim grinned, winked, and blew a kiss before teasingly saying, "Come 'n get me, handsome."
Eddie gulped and blushed, but nodded and followed Kim into the forest. About two minutes later, the dangerous flirt found an appropriate valley in the forest complete with a log that the two could easily sit on. She took a seat towards the right of the log, and tapped the log with her left hand to indicate she wanted the detective to sit right next to her. And sit next to her Eddie did.
Once the detective had taken his seat, he instantly noticed the alluring aroma coming off from Kim's body, known by the more simple term as perfume. She smelled of freshly blooming roses, and the perfume seemed to almost act like a magnet, beckoning the detective to come closer. But, being of a fairly stoic disposition, Eddie managed to hold off any actions besides developing rather scarlet colored cheeks.
After smiling at the flustered detective for a few seconds, Kim chirped, "Let's make this toy amazing, Eddie!"
Eddie gulped, but nonetheless returned the smile and nodded before pulling out a plastic base for the doll, a black, white, orange, and red ball of yarn, a small can of black paint, a paintbrush, a threading needle, and a small magnifying glass.
When the detective pulled out all the supplies he needed, Kim took particular notice of the yarn and threading needle. Subsequently, she gasped and said, "You sew, Eddie?"
Eddie nodded. "I do. My grandmother taught me how."
Kim then closed her eyes and chirped, "Aww, that's adorable! With an experience like that, there's no way we won't win!"
The detective blushed and tipped his head towards his face for a brief moment before saying, "W-Why, thank you. I feel a lot more confident now."
The dangerous flirt smiled. "Great! Sooo, since we're alone, want to get to know each other a little more?"
Eddie gulped and his blush intensified. "I-If that's what you want, Kim…"
Kim grinned. "Great! So, you're, like, into all this detective stuff, right? How did you start your… career?"
The detective smiled. "Ah, thank you for asking, Kim. I've been interested in detective stories since I was about seven. At that age, my parents had a collection of Sherlock Holmes novels, and because I didn't like to read, being a young kid and all, my mother read A Study in Scarlet, the first book of the Sherlock Holmes franchise, and I remember being spellbound by how cool and charismatic Sherlock truly was. As time passed on, my parents read more and more Holmes novels to me, and by the time I was in middle school, I was hooked. I bought many other detective stories, but it wasn't until a year ago that I actually started solving mysteries around school. And, surprisingly enough, I don't think I'm that bad at it, not to brag or anything. My mind seems to be able to make connections and gain evidence without too much trouble. And now, here I am, ready and willing to tackle bigger mysteries with my pen, notepad, and magnifying glass."
The dangerous flirt looked impressed. "Cool! I'm sure you're a totally great and totally smart detective!"
Eddie blushed. "W-Why, thank you. S-So, if you don't m-mind, could I potentially get to know you a little better, Kim?"
Kim's eyes widened a little, but it was essentially unnoticeable so Eddie didn't bother to comment on it. Then, she quickly shrugged and said, "Sure. Anything you want to know?"
The detective nodded. "Well, I told you one of my hobbies, so, if you don't mind me asking, do you have any hobbies?"
The dangerous flirt shrugged. "Not that many. I mean, I play soccer and occasionally read in my spare time, but that's about it."
Eddie nodded. "Alright. What types of books do you read?"
Kim shrugged again. "Whatever's available at home."
The detective then asked, "OK. So, how long have you played soccer for?"
The dangerous flirt responded, "Two years. I need something to keep me in shape and keep my hourglass figure, so I figured that since my school had an all-female soccer team, well, yeah."
Eddie nodded. "I see. Um… I apologize if this seems like an inappropriate question to ask, but h-have you dated before?"
Kim giggled and winked. "Oh, you naughty boy!"
The detective blushed furiously at that statement and stammered, "S-Sorry! I d-didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or-"
The dangerous flirt interrupted Eddie's meltdown by gently placing her hands on his shoulders and smiling at him before giggling and saying, "It's alright, Eddie. I don't bite."
Eddie took a few deep breaths, and when Kim saw he had calmed down, she continued, "I've dated once or twice, yes. B-But so many guys just see me as a pair of breasts…"
She sighed. "It's kind of discouraging, so I'm single now. ...If only I could find the one."
Kim sniffled and her eyes started to fill up with droplets, causing Eddie to step in with a smile and say, "It's fine. I understand. But don't worry, not all male adolescents are like that. You'll find the one who's right for you, Kim."
The dangerous flirt sniffled and gave a half-smile through her tears. "D-Do you think so, Eddie?"
The detective smiled and nodded. "Of course."
In response, Kim smiled and wiped her eyes before pulling him closer to her with her left arm and saying, "Thanks, Eddie. You truly are a sweet guy."
Eddie then blushed heavily but managed to stammer, "T-Thank you…"
A few seconds passed before Kim let go and said, "So, how's the toy coming along?"
The detective snapped to attention. "O-Oh, right! Rest assured, Kim, I should be able to finish this without much help, unless you are talented at sewing, painting, or anything artistic like that."
Kim shrugged. "Oh, no, it's fine. You're doing great, and I don't want to bother you!"
Eddie raised his eyebrow briefly in response to that, but quickly nodded and said, "If you insist, Kim."
The dangerous flirt caught onto his eyebrow raise quickly and responded by saying, "Great! So, now that I know you can really knock this toy out of the part, I'm going to check on the other groups to make sure they're doing fine too! Later, Eddie!"
With that, she turned towards him and gave him a big hug. This would not be so notable if not for the fact that Eddie was a few inches shorter than her, and as such, when his face was pulled into Kim's body, it nestled right between the dangerous flirt's large, firm assets. The detective responded to the initial contact by widening his eyes and giving a muffled 'mmph' noise upon impact. Then, a few seconds later, after giving Eddie a nice dose of marshmallow hell and shaking her body back and forth ever so slightly, Kim let go, giggled, winked, and blew a kiss right in front of the detective before playfully waving and running away.
(Confessional: You lucky son of a bitch…)
Eddie: (with a lovestruck expression) Oh my goodness, soft! Amazingly, amazingly soft! I could nestl-" (slaps himself) "Gah! F-Focus! S-So, m-my first investigation with Kim gave me s-some insight…" (shakes his head violently, takes out his notepad, and starts writing) "Let's see… vague responses… cheery personality… willingness to flirt with me…" (he puts his notebook down and puts his hand under his chin) "This just doesn't seem right. These traits are all disjointed. And this aura of mystery surrounding her just makes my blood boil as a detective." (sighs) "I need more evidence. I can't draw any conclusions yet. But, no matter. I'll figure out the mystery soon enough!"
Kim: (smirks) "Heh heh heh. This is just too easy. Eddie does seem smarter now, but like all teenaged boys, he can easily be manipulated by sap, tears, sweetness, and, of course, these puppies…" (plays with her breasts a little more) "If I can just keep him away from her, he'll be firmly wrapped around my finger with ease. I may not have done as well last time, but that's only because I didn't realize the two knew each other. Now that I do, allow me to demonstrate what I'll do to them…" (mimics a trash compactor with her hands before pressing them together and applying a good deal of force on them. She then gets a devilish smirk on her face) "Say your prayers to your twelve million gods, Indian Nigger, because only they can stop me now!" (laughs as she exists the Confessional).
Bishop, Cherry, Sasha, and Alice were standing around in a circle, yet Bishop was the only one working on a toy. This toy happened to be a mini red-skinned, rectangular headed man in a green dollar print suit. When Cherry saw this, she asked, "Hey, Bishop! What are you doing?"
Bishop rolled his eyes. "Building a toy. Duh. And besides, Spider and Quana never said that we had to make our toy one single object, so that's why I think a set of action figures would be a good idea."
Alice's eyes widened. "What?! You're actually trying for once?"
The rich snob shrugged. "Yes. I happen to be quite good at making action figures; I have a very valuable mint condition X-Men collectable set at home, and it is worth more than you could ever hope make in twenty years. Besides, you're just jealous I'm succeeding at a challenge you are performing pitifully at."
The professional girl looked about ready to explode. "You want me to make a toy, asswipe!? Fine, I'll make a goddamn toy!"
With that, Alice bent over the box of toy parts and began feverously searching for what she could use to make her toy. However, unbeknownst to the professional girl, doing so gave Bishop a fantastic view of her plump yet firm-looking clothed ass.
This caused the rich snob to smirk and say, "My, my, Alice. For being such an ugly skank, you certainly have a lot of junk in your trunk. Let me get a closer look…"
With that, Bishop looked like he was about to grope the professional girl's plump booty, but right before he had the chance, Alice gave him a firm backhand that landed on his chin and actually forced him into the air a little before he landed down on his back.
Subsequently, Alice stood over him and growled, "If you even think about touching me again, you'll be leaving in a bodybag. Got it?!"
Bishop smirked. "As you wish, Allison."
His response was another slap to the face and the professional girl screaming.
(Confessional: What kind of a middle name is Allison?)
Bishop: (smirks) "Alice has such a short fuse. What can I say? Ugly looks correlates to an ugly personality."
Alice: "I hate Bishop! I hate him! I hate him!"
After about thirty seconds consisting of nothing but ranting, Alice sharply turned her head and returned to her toy. When the professional girl was out of his hearing range, he bitterly mumbled, "Obnoxious peasant… why couldn't I team up with more attractive girls, like-"
As if on cue, a female voice chirped, "Hi, Bishop!"
The rich snob turned his head to figure out the source of the voice, and one he did, he saw Kim jogging towards him and fistpumped before saying, "Kim! Oh, m'lady, it's such a pleasure to see you again!"
When the dangerous flirt got close enough to him, she bent over slightly, giving him a fairly nice view of her cleavage and stuck out her right hand towards him before saying, "Need a hand, Bishop?"
After taking a few seconds to admire the view and blushing heavily as a result, the rich snob took her hand and Kim pulled him up with ease. Then, he said, "Why, thank you, m'lady. You certainly have more manners than a certain ugly skank I know."
Alice responded by flipping Bishop the bird, and right afterwards, Kim gasped and said, "Oh dear. I'm sorry you've been through a lot…"
After the dangerous flirt sighed, the rich snob stepped in and said, "Oh no! D-Don't worry about it. It certainly isn't your fault, m'lady. But, if you don't mind me asking, aren't you supposed to be in a group with Eddie?"
Kim nodded. "Yes, but I just want to make sure you're doing well too, handsome!"
The dangerous flirt winked, causing Bishop to blush and add, "W-Why, thank you, m'lady. It's nice to see someone has good taste. But, you needn't worry. We are making multiple toys, as Spider and Quana never said we couldn't."
Kim smiled and chirped, "Wow, that's really smart, Bishop! Thanks to you, we'll win this challenge for sure!"
The rich snob bowed. "Thank you, m'lady."
Bishop then sighed. "Still, it will be a pain working with my 'team' again, but I know you and Eddie have to come up with a good toy too…"
Kim smiled. "Don't worry, Bishop! Here's a special gift for the road!"
She then pecked Bishop on the same cheek as before.
(Confessional: Just in case you didn't wash it the first time…)
Bishop: (blushes) "Why did I even associate myself with that ugly skank when Kim is by my side? Kim is perfect, and Alice is pathetic. There's no comparison between the two.
Kim: (smirks) "Bishop is a pompous, intolerant asshole. But he's got the strongest hormones on my team and at least he washes himself well, so he's a very useful pawn for me. I'll be able to get rid of him after Lankston and Quarla knock off a few other players, so I'm not worried. Plus, I can get him to do whatever I want since Alice and him fight so much. Damn, it feels good to have that kind of power!"
While Kim was busy flirting with Bishop, Eddie was hard at work on his detective doll. However, the detective didn't appear to be frustrated, and in fact, he looked rather content working on his toy. He also appeared to be whistling a merry little tune: 'The Pink Panther', to be precise. Additionally, it was clear from the way he was bobbing his head back in forth in rhythm that this was a song he took quite a liking to.
However, after about a minute or so of work, he saw a very small but peculiar flash of bright red coming from the forest valley in front of him. With that, Eddie stopped working and walked forward, but couldn't make out the source of this peculiar flash, so he shrugged and got back to work.
Yet, a minute later, he heard a faint metallic noise that the detective quickly deduced came from a piece of metal hitting something else. Eddie thought this was odd, naturally, so he decided to write down both pieces of 'evidence' in his journal. However, after five minutes, the only additional things that he gleaned from thinking about what just happened again was that the flash of red could be connected to the metal, and that the metal most likely hit a tree.
After those five minutes, Kim came back and chirped, "Hi, Eddie! How's the Mr. Detective toy?"
Eddie quickly put his notebook back and smiled. "He's coming along fine, Kim. I was thinking we'd call him Detective Grimoire after that flash game."
The dangerous flirt smiled. "Whatever you want, Eddie! ...But, if you don't mind me asking, did you record anything on your notebook? You had it out, which is why I ask."
The detective nodded. "I did. I saw a mysterious flash of red, and then heard the sound of metal colliding with a tree a minute later. I managed to deduce that the two events were connected, but I'm afraid nothing more is coming to me. Do you know what happened, Kim?"
Kim shook her head. "Sorry, Eddie…"
Eddie waved her off. "No worries. I was merely curious. Anyway, I should be finished in about fifteen minutes, assuming nothing else happens."
The dangerous flirt grinned, clapped her hands, and chirped, "Great job, Eddie! You're really talented!"
The detective blushed. "It's nothing, really. In fact, it's rather peaceful just sowing together a doll such as this."
Kim smiled. "Cool! So, do you mind if I sit by you?"
Eddie shrugged. "I don't see why not. Just please, when I get working, do not distract me, as I tend to lose my focus when I'm out of 'the zone', as it were."
The dangerous flirt sat by the detective, winked, and then chirped, "No problem! Good luck, Eddie! You can do it!"
With that, she blew a kiss at him, causing Eddie to blush and say, "T-Thank you, Kim."
(Confessional: Hardboiled Detective vs Femme Fatale this ain't.)
Eddie: "I must say, I enjoyed hanging around Kim." (blushes heavily) "S-Sure, she can be a bit… d-distracting, but on the whole, I enjoyed my time today, and it was fun learning a little more about her. Now, let me take some more notes…" (flips open his notebook and pulls out his pen) "Let's see here… flash of bright red… collision between metal and tree… connection? It's strange: I can't come up with a connection. Plus, the toy box looked untouched last I checked." (shrugs) "I'll just keep it written down. After all, in a case, every piece of evidence matters."
Kim: (sighs) "Damn, I knew I should've looked before venting my woes a little. Ah, well. He doesn't seem to realize what happened anyway, so I'm good. Heck, the nerdy detective even seems to trust me. (laughs mockingly and smirks) "What an idiot. Ah, he has all the makings of a great pawn. And unlike Bishop, he's at least tolerable to be around. Perfect."
Winnie, Paul, Yannis, and Quarla were all sitting around in a circle, and the aggressive girl looked like she was about to hurt something or someone, and seemed to be mumbling something. However, Winnie was the first to speak. "I would have liked to have made a cuddly kitty, but I suppose this is fine too!"
The germophobe smiled. "Thanks, Winnie. Anything to do with cleanliness is a good thing to me."
Winnie nodded. "I can tell! Say, where do you keep all your cleaning stuff anyway?"
Paul shrugged. "I have big pockets."
Yannis took two soap eyes out of a mold and stuck them onto the main bar of soap. He looked satisfied while as he took out a small chisel and gently, with great precision, carved a small mouth onto the soap. Paul then gave the silent dude a thumbs up, which Yannis promptly returned before continuing his work.
Afterwards, Winnie slowly turned to Quarla and bashfully said, "Um… are you going to do anything, Quarla?"
The aggressive girl's eyes widened for a brief moment, and then she stood up and said, "Winnie, I'd like for you to come with me for a little bit, alright? The two weaklings'll be fine."
The cat lover gulped. "Y-You aren't going to h-hurt me, right?"
Quarla sighed. "Ugh, no. Just follow me, OK?"
(Confessional: Oh dear…)
Quarla: (sighs) "Look, this may be the only chance I get to potentially 'bond' with Winnie. But given that I suck at buttering people up, this'll probably end up terribly. Ugh, fuck you, ya goddamn shadow! You'd better make good on your promise, or I will kill you!"
Winnie looked noticeably shaken, but nonetheless listened to the aggressive girl for fear of what would happen if she refused. So, the two made a trek into the forest before Quarla stopped after about a half a minute and turned to Winnie, saying, "Listen. I know I've been harsh on the team, but that's because I want our team to win. And I don't think Paul and Yannis can get the job done, honestly. But I see a spark in you. I mean, granted, I don't think you're strong yet, but with your energy and commitment to the team, I think I could help you… become strong, you get me?"
The cat lover's eyes widened. "R-Really?"
Quarla nodded. "Yeah. It'd be nice to have another strong player on our team, and I do think I can mold you into a strong individual that can truly contribute to our team and bring in some victories. So, what do you say, Winnie? Deal?"
With that, the aggressive girl extended her hand, and then Winnie put her hand in Quarla's… only to have the aggressive girl almost break the cat lover's finger bones with force.
Winnie then recoiled and yelled, "Ouch! That hurt!"
Quarla shook her head. "First rule of being strong: put your all into a handshake. You can't have someone else dominate you that early, Winnie. Now, let's try again. This time, put your all into it, got it?"
The cat lover gulped, but nonetheless tried again… and this time, her hand didn't hurt too much after shaking the aggressive girl's hand. This caused Winnie to jump in the air and shout with delight while Quarla clapped her hands.
Then, the aggressive girl said, "Not bad. There may be hope for you yet. But, for now, let's head back to our group."
Winnie smiled. "Yay! I could be strong!"
(Confessional: I'll make a MAN out of you!)
Quarla: "Huh, that actually didn't go too badly. Cool."
Winnie: (smiles) "I feel stronger already! Thanks, Quarla!"
Tyson, Xyly, and Ulric all gathered around the boxing glove toy. The guitarist was the first to speak. "Hey, this ain't bad, but it needs the power of rock to go with it."
The viking shrugged. "Eh, Xyly thinks it's pretty good. We gave it over twelve catchphrases, right?"
Tyson sighed. "I know, but it's missing something. ...Ah ha!"
With that, the guitarist walked over to the boxing glove toy and put a tiny miniature guitar on it before declaring, "Perfect! Heh, is there any problem the power of rock can't solve?"
Ulric nodded. "Not bad. But perhaps it could use a little something more."
The tough guy then took out a marker and drew some angry eyebrows over the googly eyes before saying, "Hmm, that's not a bad look."
The viking nodded. "Xyly agrees. So long as the other toys are good, we may have a shot of winning, Xyly thinks."
After Tyson nodded in response, he cocked his head and asked, "Say, has anybody seen Helen at all? She's been gone since the challenge started."
Ulric facepalmed. "Damn! Oh, please, Helen, do something useful and don't cost us the challenge!"
The tough guy sighed. "Oh, who am I kidding? We could be in for a long day…"
(Confessional: Toys are far too exciting. ...Holy crap, this is hard!)
Ulric: (facepalm) "Why did we let Helen just walk off like that?! God, we're idiots…"
A short while later, the teams were called to camp center for the toy judging to begin. Jimmy and Eleanor were seated next to each other at a table while Spider and Quana stood before the twenty three contestants.
The sick redhead was the first to speak. "Hello again, everyone! You've all made your toys and now it's time for the judging to begin. Just to give a quick reminder, Jimmy and Eleanor will give each toy a score out of ten, you can get anywhere from two to twenty. Most points wins, least points loses. Simple as-"
Quarla groaned. "Ugh, we aren't stupid, dipshit! Get on with it!"
Spider gulped. "OK, OK! T-Team Everest, p-please present your first toy!."
Rheneas walked forwards holding a toaster with a robot styled face on it and placed it on the table in front of Jimmy and Eleanor before the animal lover bluntly stated, "It's a toaster."
The pyromaniac grinned. "Heh, it's not just a toaster, it's a singing toaster. It cooks your toast and sings songs! Name one other toy that can do that!"
Jimmy nodded. "I cannot. Good job. So, what songs does it have?"
Rheneas gestured to the toaster and said, "Press the button and find out."
Jimmy pressed the button 'nose' on the toaster and it began to sing 'Live and Learn' in Rheneas' voice, which seemed to impress the two judges.
After the song concluded, Eleanor asked, "Did you make it yourself?"
Rheneas shook his head. "Not really. Jill and Imanda were a big help."
After the sarcastic chick and the girl scout gave Rheneas a thumbs up, Jimmy said, "Hmm… I give it eight points."
Eleanor then said, "I give it a seven. I do like the toy, but I wish it was a bit more colorful. Sorry, but I do still like it!"
Quana then stepped in and said, "And with that, Team Everest nets themselves a solid fifteen points."
(Confessional: Tweens: they're never satisfied.)
Rheneas: (frowns) "Dang! Thought that would've done better… ah well. Fifteen out of twenty is still not too shabby."
After Rheneas went back to his team, Spider said, "Next up is Team Savannah."
At that, Paul walked forwards carrying a big bar of soap with a face, causing Eleanor to giggle and ask, "What's that?"
Paul gulped, but nonetheless continued by saying, "It's Soap Steve, the first toy made one hundred percent out of soap. He can keep you clean and keep you happy at the same time. Plus, he smells like a combination of sixty n-eight various fruits and flowers! S-Sorry, I meant sixty-eight!"
Kim then chuckled under breath, but Jimmy, not understanding the context of Paul's slip-up, cocked his head and asked, "Uh… OK. Anyway, that's quite clever. It is your idea?"
Paul nodded. "I did. But Winnie, Yannis, and Q-Quarla helped me make it."
Eleanor smiled. "Well, it's original and kinda funny looking, so it gets a nine from me."
Jimmy shrugged. "It is cool, but I'd prefer a toy that could be used at anytime rather than just bath time. So, I give it seven points."
Spider then stated, "Team Savannah takes the lead with sixteen points."
(Confessional: Wub a dub dub, motha$%^ a!)
Yannis: (smiles)
When Paul returned to his teammates, Quana said, "Team Mongolia, you're up."
With that, Bishop walked forwards with a set of four action figures and set them down in front of Jimmy and Eleanor before scoffing and saying, "I don't expect you to appreciate the sophistication behind these action figures, but they are personified version of common money phrases such as Penny Pincher, Tightwad, Moneybags and Loan Shark."
Jimmy then picked up one that had the head of a shark but was otherwise a sickly green skinned figure in a suit, nodded, and said, "I like them! I'll give you a nine!"
Eleanor nodded. "Yeah, these are cool! An eight from me!"
Quana nodded. "Alright, Team Mongolia has seventeen points."
Bishop then smugly walked back over to his team and said, "You're welcome, peasants."
(Confessional: You're lucky they don't take off points for attitude, buddy.)
Zed: (scratches his head) I don't get why one of them there action figures had a shark head; what exactly is a loan shark anyway?
After Bishop walked back, Max walked up holding a robot that had a jester hat on and placed it on the table before saying, "I present to thee the Robotic Funnytron. It tells jokes. Tell it what type you want to hear and it'll tell you what it thinks of."
Jimmy smiled. "Oooh, OK! Tell us a joke about helicopters, please!"
The robot replied, "What do you call a wobbly helicopter? A jellycopter!"
This caused Jimmy and Eleanor to laugh, but the other contestants were far from impressed. Then, Eleanor said, "Sweet! OK, how about an animal joke?"
The robot replied, "What do you get if you cross a cheetah and a banana? Nothing; cheetahs don't like bananas."
The two burst into hysterics again, and after a few seconds, Jimmy said, "Ha ha ha! Amazing! That gets a perfect ten, no doubt!"
Eleanor nodded. "Yeah, I give it a solid nine! Great job!"
Quana nodded. "Alright, that brings Team Everest's total up to thirty four!"
(Confessional: LOL ROFL TTYLXOX. ...Huh? Oh, sorry, my little sister got on.)
Max: "Excellent, I completed my quest and shall receive a lot of XP for it!"
Jill: "Wow, I think the jokes that stupid robot told were actually worse than Max's jokes. I have no idea how that's even possible."
After Max returned to his team with a nasally laugh, Tyson brought up Team Savannah's second toy: a boxing glove with a face on it. Once he did, Jimmy said, "I'm sorry, but this doesn't look like it does much."
Tyson shook his head. "That's where you're wrong little dude. It can be worn as a glove, used in boxing practice, can be a squeeze toy and it has several catchphrases if you whack it."
Jimmy nodded. "Interesting."
With that, he gave the glove a light tap, causing the glove to say, "Put em up, put em up! Do you want to take this to the boxing ring?
Jimmy then hit the glove again, causing it to say, "Greg the Glove thinks you are a hard hitter."
Eleanor then chirped, "Oooh, my turn!"
Then, after she hit the glove, it said, "If you hit me again I'll have you shot… kidding!"
Eleanor gulped. "I-I'll give it an eight."
Jimmy shrugged. "Eh, I'll give it a nine."
Spider then said, "Alright, Team Savannah's score is thirty three. Time for Team Mongolia's second toy."
(Confessional: Huh, apparently Greg the Glove knows Master Hand. Crazy.)
Eleanor: That toy was a little weird.
Quarla: Not a bad score so far; we could win this. It all comes down to Helen's toy. (realizes what she just said) "Oh #$%^! It all comes down to Helen's toy! We're $^$ ed!"
After Tyson walked back to his team, Eddie walked forwards with the Detective Grimoire Doll and placed it on the table.
"This is Detective Grimoire, a must have companion for any child wanting to grow up to be a detective! He has it all: a magnifying glass, note book, shades, fingerprint brush and a fedora, most of which were sewed on. The only limit is your imagination."
Eleanor smiled. "I like it! The sewing is a nice touch, and I can see that you really did sew the fedora on, which gives it a more genuine touch, so nice job! Eight points!"
Jimmy shrugged. "I dunno... it's cool, but I was never really much of a doll fan. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to give it a five."
After a hefty sigh and head shake from Eddie, Spider said, "Team Mongolia now has thirty points and are currently in last."
(Confessional: Time for the last toys.)
Eddie: (rolls his eyes and says, with bitterness) "I don't like dolls, he says." (sighs)
After Eddie went back and apologized to Kim and the dangerous flirt forgave him, Quana said, "Alright, Team Everest, present your final toy!"
Donny then walked up with his flaming boxing glove and said, "You may have gotten a boxing glove before, but this is a boxing glove that is triggered by a button… and is on fire!"
Jimmy looked captivated by the fire and pressed the button quickly. True to Donny's word, it extended out, but the fire caused the tablecloth on the judges table to catch on fire. Jimmy quickly blew it out, but Eleanor was still very frightened by the turn of events and stammered, "T-That thing is dangerous! It's kind of cool, but still, three!"
Jimmy sighed. "As awesome as that was, I have to agree with Eleanor. Still, it was really cool, so I'll give you a seven."
With that, Spider said, "And Team Everest finishes with forty-four points!"
(Confessional: ~Fire! It's all about fire!~)
Donny: (sighs) "Should've been a little more careful. Still, ten points isn't too bad. I think we'll at least avoid the Elimination Ceremony."
Tyson: "As long as Helen doesn't screw up we're safe. Cool."
After Donny sighed and walked back to his team, Helen walked forward with something in her hand and droned, "Terribly and horribly exciting children; I present to you something that is one of a kind."
Eleanor's eyes widened. "What is it?"
Helen then placed a small beige ball on the table and said, "A ball."
In response, Ulric facepalmed and shook his head while Quarla foamed at the mouth before falling to the floor and hyperventilating in sheer, unbridled rage.
Jimmy scratched his head. "Uh… what makes it stand out?"
Helen droned, "It makes no sound, it doesn't bounce, it isn't chewy and it's the best color in the world: beige."
Quarla couldn't take it anymore and was about ready to charge into Helen before Ulric and Tyson grabbed her arms and held her back. All the while, the aggressive girl constantly hurled extremely vulgar, crude, and hurtful insults about Helen's sanity for two straight minutes before Ulric finally knocked Quarla in the head, causing the aggressive girl to get dazed for a few minutes.
Then, the tough guy said, "Um, o-our apologies…"
Eleanor gulped, but said, "W-well, I give it a one."
Jimmy sighed. "I'll have to give it a one too."
Quana then said, "And Team Savannah finishes with a total of thirty-five, so Team Everest is now guaranteed to be safe."
(Confessional: Oh dear…)
Quarla: (ranting about Helen with foam in her mouth for about thirty seconds before falling onto the floor and having constant muscle spasms)
After Helen walked back, Opal ran up to the judging table and dropped a blob of goop which was constantly changing colors on it while saying, "And presenting the final toy of the challenge is me, Opal Shigeru! Hahahahaha!"
Eleanor cocked her head. "Ooh, what's this?"
The crazy Chinese girl explained, "It's a morph! You can make anything out of it! You can bend it into any shape from a triangle to a dodecahedron and it never gets ruined! Hahahaha!"
With that, Jimmy toyed with the morph for a moment and when he finished it resembled a rainbow colored dragon. Then, he chirped, "Wow, this is cool!"
Subsequently, Eleanor chirped, "Ooh, let me try!"
Then, she played with it, and when she was finished, it looked like a multicolored giraffe, causing her to nod and proclaim, "Amazing! I give this a perfect ten!"
Jimmy nodded. "Absolutely! Opal, you get a ten from me too!"
Quana then announced, "Team Mongolia now has a grand total of fifty points! They win!"
(Confessional: Fitty Cent!)
Alice: Did Opal just give us first place?! Really?! Why?!
After Team Mongolia celebrated their second win, Spider stood before the twenty three contestants and said, "Alright, here are the results! With a grand total of fifty points, Team Mongolia wins the challenge will stay in the Champions Cabin!"
Quana then announced, "Team Everest has forty-four points and came in second, so you guys get the Middle Place Cabin."
Spider concluded by saying, "And Team Savannah, sorry guys, but you scored the lowest: thirty-five points. You'll be sleeping in the Loser Cabin tonight and you'll be attending a Bonfire Ceremony later, where Barney will see you."
(Confessional: Third time's a harm!)
Paul: (scrubbing a stain on the wall). I'm voting for Quarla; I just don't like having my personal safety threatened.
Quarla: I vote for Pa-, actually, you know what? As much as this pains me to admit it, Helen is worse than him! I can't stand her! Get her off this damn island already!
Helen: I'm going to vote for Winnie: she is far too exciting.
Xyly: Xyly votes for Helen. She cost us the challenge and is starting to annoy Xyly a little. Just a little… OK, a lot.
The eight members of Team Savannah sat on stumps around the Bonfire Ceremony area while the moon shone down on them and the stars twinkled in the dark night sky. Barney walked up with a tray of seven Golden Letters and set them down on the oil barrel before saying, "Welcome back me hearties! How are ye scurvy dogs finding the contest so far, yaaar?"
Tyson shrugged. "It's cool."
Helen rolled her eyes. "Hmph. It's far too exciting."
Barney nodded. "Well, ye know how this works now, yaaar. If I call your name, you get a Golden letterrrrrrr and are safe, and if ye do not receive one then ye are tossed overboard and must walk the plank the Boat of Losers, where ye will never come back, yarrrr!"
The pirate cleared his throat before saying, The first Golden Letterrrrrrr goes to Yannis! Also getting leterrrrs are Xyly, Ulric, Tyson, Winnie, and Paul. Ye scurvy dogs get to sail on this crew another day, yarrrrr!"
Helen and Quarla sat on their stumps without a marshmallow. Helen looked bored, as per usual, while Quarla growled in determination. A few seconds later, Barney said, "Helen and Quarla. ...This be the last Golden Letterrrrr, yaaaar."
He cleared his throat and waited a few seconds before saying, "And the scuvy dog this leterrrrr goes to is… Quarla."
With that, the aggressive girl grinned smugly to herself, fistpumped, and swiped the letter out of Barney's hands before the pirate said, "Well, Helen, you're out. Now ye must walk the plank, yarrrr!"
Helen got up and rolled her eyes before saying, "Fine. It was far too exciting for me here anyway. Have fun getting yourselves killed by having too much fun. I was all that was keeping you delinquents in line."
She then walked the dock and boarded the boat which took off into the night. Then, the remaining seven members of Team Savannah looked amongst each other before Barney said, "As for you seven, ye scurvy dogs are safe. For tonight, anyways. Tomorrow be another day for ye scallywags, yaaar!"
With that, Spider and Quana stood on the dock while the waves rippled gently beneath them before Quana said, "Another one bites the dust, I guess. Helen becomes the third contestant to receive the boot for this season.
Spider nodded before saying, "Maybe if she'd used what little imagination she had she could have got her team just into second. But what's done is done. But what will happen next time? Will VayVay ever arrive? Will Team Mongolia lose for the first time? Will anything very interesting happen? And who will be the fourth person voted off? Find out next time on Total Drama Letterama!"