Northern Narwhals: Dakota, Leshawna, Max

Southern Starfish: Dawn, Staci, Scott, Brick

Eastern Eels: Eva, Noah,

Western Weakfish: Courtney, Sugar, Ezekiel, Tyler

Eliminated: Beardo, Sam, Sadie, Rodney, Katie, Anne Maria, Leonard

"Last time, on Total Drama Redemption..." the raven-haired host begins. "The contestants competed in an intense battle of capture the flag. Staci proved to be useful for once, and in a close match, the Southern Starfish took victory and the Western Weakfish finally lived up to their name. In the end, they sent home Leonard for being totally useless and annoying. Who's next to take a ride in the ball of shame? Find out right now on Total. Drama. REDEMPTION!"

Staci and Dawn sit comfortably, enjoying the big black massage chairs provided in the luxury suite, with Staci chatting away as usual.

"And before that it was really hard to go up to the second floor of your house, yah." she concludes.

"You don't have to lie, you know." Dawn says in response. Staci's eyes widen quickly.

"Lie?" she gasps.

"I know your ancestors didn't invent stairs." Dawn continues. "You started lying when you moved to that new school and wanted everyone to think you were cool." Staci's mouth opens even more in surprise. "But you're a really nice and creative girl. If you could just be yourself, people would like you more." An intern wearing an outfit similar to Chris, but with a red shirt and darker pants, brings Dawn a fresh salad, interrupting their conversation. "Aren't you going to eat anything?"

"No thanks," Staci says. "I'm gonna go for a walk..."

CONFESSIONAL: STACI

"I don't know what Dawn's talking about. I'm not lying! My relatives really did invent stairs and live preservers and portable video games and tennis rackets and hot air balloons and-"

As the plump girl exits the small paradise, her dirty farmer of a teammate suddenly appears beside her.

"Hey, Scott? Why aren't you inside enjoying yourself?" Staci asks him curiously.

"Eh, not my style. I'm glad I got you alone though!" Scott says. "We need to talk."

"Dawn and Brick said I shouldn't trust you..." she worries.

"Why would you trust her though?" Scott asks. "She's the reason you lost in season four!"

"She is?"

"Yeah! They told me the plan was to vote out, uh.." Scott pauses for a moment to think back to his first time competing. "Dakota!" he says. "But Dawn's the one who convinced everyone to vote for you instead.

"Why would she do that?" Staci wonders with her eyes now open wide.

"She was probably intimidated." Scott shrugs. "You do come from an impressive family." and with that seed of doubt planted, Scott leaves.

Meanwhile, Courtney is studying her team. Ezekiel and Tyler are shooting hoops with a basketball net hanging from the side of their cabin. Tyler throws the ball over Zeke, but it bounces off the rim, then off of Ezekiel's head, then hits Tyler in the face. Courtney huffs and turns her attention to Sugar, who is sitting on a tree branch and has her arm digging around in a hole in a tree. She pulls out a large, worm like bug.

"Jackpot!" she shouts as she drops it down her throat. Courtney gags when she sees this.

"Attention campers!" Chris yells through the speakers at the center of camp. "Everyone get ready for today's challenge!"

The four teams gather by their host, who stands in front of a massive pile of junk, surrounded by a chainlink fence with barbed wire.

"Welcome to the Total Drama Junkyard!" Chris announces.

"How many junkyards do you have?" Leshawna asks loudly.

"Today's challenge is a boat race around the island, similar to the one in the all-stars season but with this added fun!" Chris continues. "Each team can grab two things to help them in the race, but be quick because Chef will be in there shooting paint at you guys!" On cue, Chef Hatchet emerges from the junk with a large, bazooka-like gun on his shoulder. "Once you take something out, there is no switching," Chris pulls the lock off the gate and tosses it aside. "Ready? GO!"

The crowd of teenagers rush past the gates. They all split up, mostly to avoid the blasts of red paint shot at them from the crazed cook on top of a pile of junk. Courtney grabs a toolbox and opens it. To her surprise, it was full of tools.

"We might need this. In case the engine dies or something." She rushes out of the junkyard and drops the box by Chris before returning to the scene. Brick and Scott leave the junkyard together, carrying a bag of golf balls to use as weapons, and a pair of oars in case their boat stops running. Eva carries out an inflatable lifeboat, while Noah brings a pair of trash can lids.

"That's what you got?" Eva growls.

"The other team got golf balls. We'll need shields." Noah explains.

"Fine. I guess we can paddle this life boat with our hands if we need to." Eva says.

Leshawna and Max are both digging through a pile of trash. A sudden blast of paint covers Max and knocks him off his feet.

"Just you wait..." he groans. "I will have my revenge..."

Tyler and Ezekiel are searching through another pile, near Sugar. Sugar throws several heavy things over her shoulders.

"Where is it...?" she asks herself.

"Uh, what are you looking for?" Tyler asks, but she doesn't answer. Courtney returns to her teammates.

"Forget whatever she's looking for." Courtney commands. "Let's grab this." She holds up the tennis ball launcher that decided the four teams on the first day.

"No way!" Sugar barks, throwing the ball launcher away and hitting Chef with it. Chef falls over and rolls down the garbage mountain he was on. "Aha! Here it is!" She shouts, holding up a bucket of sparkling pink glitter.

CONESSIONAL: SUGAR

Sugar sits in the outhouse, holding the glitter bucket on her lap. "Now that I ain't got that wannabe princess Ella around, the glitter gets left to the real pros!"

"Glitter?" Courtney shouts. "What good is glitter?!"

"Shush! We're taking the glitter!" Sugar shouts, running towards the gate. Leshawna and a paint-covered Max found the tennis ball launcher that Sugar threw and decided to take it. Dakota greets them outside the junkyard.

"Hey guys! Look! I got a sail for our boat!" she squeals.

"We're using motorboats," Leshawna reminds her.

"Oh..." Dakota looks down at her sail while Leshawna sighs.

"And it looks like everyone's got their things!" Chris announces. "This way to the docks!" Chris leads everyone down a short trail to a pier where four matching speedboats are waiting. The boats were sleek and white, each one looking brand new. The contestants climb into their boats with their supplies. Courtney, Brick, Leshawna, and Eva take the driver seats. "Ready?" The four engines start at once. "GO!" The boats fly out of their starting positions, splashing up water that soaks Chris. The Narhwal's boat takes an early lead.

"Hah! This one's gonna be easy!" Leshawna cheers. "Set up the tennis balls!"

Max and Dakota turn around and set up the ball launcher, which begins firing tennis balls at the boats behind them. The Starfish boat speeds up beside them.

"Alright, Scott," Brick starts. "Show us that you really wanna help us win!" Scott scoffs and starts hurling golf balls at the Northern Narwhal boat. One ball smacks Dakota in the forehead.

"Ow!" she yelps. "Hey, if this swells, you're gonna get it!" Max glares at the rival boat.

"Hey, get right in front of them!" he orders Leshawna. She glares back at him but listens and moves the boat even faster. Max unfolds the sail that Dakota grabbed and tosses it behind his boat, causing it to fly back and cover the Starfish's windshield. Brick tries to maintain his straight path while Scott and Dawn scramble to pull the sail off.

CONFESSIONAL: LESHAWNA

"He may be small and freaky," she starts, referring to Max. "But using the sail like that? Not bad."

"Hey," Staci begins, filling her teammates with dread. "Did you guys know that my great great great great great great great uncle Jack was the first person to sail across the Hudson Bay? Yah. He actually made it from Quebec to Nunavut in just a few-" her speech was interrupted by a tennis ball finding its way into her mouth. Eva and Noah catch up to the others next. Scott, Dawn and Staci begin trying to pelt them with golf balls, but Noah defends Eva with his trash can lid.

"Told ya we'd need these," he says smugly. Eva just growls and keeps driving. Courtney's team trails behind slightly.

"This is why we needed the tennis ball launcher," Courtney explains, glaring at Sugar.

"I don't see your tools doin' much!" Sugar shouts. "In fact, they're weighing us down!" she lifts up the toolbox and drops it into the boat's wake.

"No! Why would you do that?!" Courtney screams. "Tyler! Take the wheel!" Tyler nods and grabs the boats steering wheel as Courtney and Sugar start screaming at each other, with Ezekiel unsure of what to do.

"You know what you're doing?" Zeke asks the new driver.

"Heck yeah! Watch this!" Tyler exclaims as he bumps the side of the Eel's boat. In one quick motion he smacks the bow of his boat into their stern, sending them in an unexpected turn, allowing their team to move ahead. Eva and Noah fly off course and end up slamming into a pile of rocks.

"Great..." Eva groans as their ship sinks. The three remaining teams can now see the finish line as a distant landmark. Leshawna, Max and Dakota still have a healthy supply of tennis balls firing at Brick, Scott, Staci and Dawn.

Brick orders Staci to grab the boat's wheel and Dawn to hand him an oar. He swings the oar like a bat, sending a ball back into the machine's pipe.

"Quick!" Leshawna yells. "Un-jam that!" Dakota starts pulling on the lodged ball while Max taps his chin thoughtfully. He flicks the switch on the side, turning the speed up higher. The ball flies back out, as well as dozens of others flying haphazardly around their ship. With the shower of tennis balls raining on them, the Narwhals are forced to slow down. The Weakfish take the opportunity to steal the lead.

"Watch this!" Sugar calls out. She lifts up the bucket of glitter and dumps it into the wind while yelling "Ba-BAM!" Pink sparkles fill Staci's eyes, causing her to let go of the wheel and rub them.

"I'll take over again!" Brick shouts, but before he can grab the wheel, the bucket that once held the glitter slams into his forehead. He falls to the ground and the Weakfish get a strong lead. Now just a few yards from the finish line, the engine on their boat starts letting out smoke. The Western Weakfish slow to a stop.

"Noooooooo!" Courtney screams dramatically. "If only we had a set of tools we could fix this with!" she growls, stabbing Sugar with her eyes.

"Heh, bummer!" Chris says from the dock. Their rival boat is coming up behind them quickly. Dawn is trying to help Brick and Staci, with the former stumbling around, dizzy and uncomfortable on the moving floor of their motorboat, and the latter still shrieking and rubbing her eyes. Scott tries steering straight but a distressed Staci keeps blocking his view.

BAM!

Their boat collides with the back of the Weakfish boat, giving them enough force to glide over the finish line.

"And the Western Weakfish win the challenge!" Chris confirms. The collision severely damaged the Starfish ship. It wouldn't move. Leshawna steers her boat around theirs and claims second place. Finally, the engine starts again for the Starfish, but before they can move, they hear a deafening sound of metal on metal, killing the engine again. They turn around to see Eva and Noah paddling up behind them in a bright yellow, inflatable life boat. Noah was holding one garbage can lid, while the other sank in the water behind the damaged vessel. They slowly inch around the Starfish and take third place.

"And the big losers of the night are, the Southern Starfish. I'll see you all in a little while at the elimination ceremony!"

On their walk to eliminate one friend and teammate, Scott creeps up behind Staci.

"Just remember," he whispers. "Dawn called you a liar and got you kicked off season four..." Staci looks worried at her aura reading teammate. Dawn is blissfully unaware of the scheming going on behind her back. She's just holding a pile of birdseed in her palm and feeding that same pink bird that's been following her for days.

"You've all cast your votes," Chris begins his favourite part of his job. "One of you will not be receiving a marshmallow tonight. The first two marshmallows go to Brick and Staci. Nice work!" he tosses the pair of starfish their treats. "And the final marshmallow goes to..."

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"Dawn!"

"WHAT?!" Scott cries as Dawn catches her marshmallow. "You!" he glares at Staci. "You voted against me?!" Staci responds with a silent shrug.

Scott stands in the clear plastic ball that he will be leaving the island in.

"Why were you so surprised, Scott?" Dawn asks calmly. "And mad at Staci?"

"Oh, he wanted me to vote for you but I was like no way!" Staci explains.

"Hmph. Serves you right." Dawn grins.

"Yeah, whatever." Scott scowls and crosses his arms. Chris flips the lever and the plank rises, sending Scott off the island for good.

"With Scott gone, will the Starfish be able to trust each other anymore? Will it matter after tonight? And what did I mean by that? Find out next time on Total. Drama. REDEMPTION!"

CONFESSIONAL: STACI

"Of course I thought about voting for Dawn," Staci explains. "But Dawn's sooo much nicer to everyone than Scott. Even if she does think I'm lying about my family, I just have to keep telling her more and eventually she'll believe me. Duh" she smiles.