Episode Twenty Six: 16 Things to Do at Walmart

STANDING IN THE HALL OF FAME! Yay! Episode 26! I mentioned Hall of Fame because I'm so close to beating Pokemon Sapphire! Just gotta train a little bit more and I'm off to the Hoenn League! THEN I'M THE CHAMPION ON THE WALLS OF THE HALL OF FAME! Okay, so this is a challenge idea I got from something hilarious on my profile, entitled "16 Things to Do at Walmart". Go take a look after you read!

TDU, Conductor's Room

"Last time on TDU," Chris began. "Contestants had to go to Disneyland—Disneyworld—whatever it's called—and run a nightclub based off of the House of Mouse. More drama broke out between Twitterpated, and apparently both have walked straight through hell with a smile—ENOUGH WITH THE HALL OF FAME JOKES! JEEZ! Anyway, an Olaf-Abnegation theory was killed, Cilan is obsessed with his serving domes and spoons, and Bianca thinks reindeers and people are equal. While working behind the scenes, Trip was attacked by Phineas and his ray gun. With a little help with Stuben, the two were able to take him down. Unfortunately the building blew up a few seconds later, and Trip was thrown off so I wouldn't be sued. What will happen next? How many more stupid songs are we going to reference? Will I ever do anything with my life other than host reality TV? Find out right here, right now, on Total…Drama…Universe!"

(Theme Song SITTIN IN THE HALL OF FAME)

Loser Class, Team X

"I can't believe we lost Trip," Amy whispered, sitting on a bench in Loser Class. She stood up and pointed at Phineas. "This is all your fault!"

"Yeah!" Bianca exclaimed, standing up next to her. "If it weren't for you, we'd still have Trip! And we could be almost sure that no one is going to die, and we could've actually enjoyed the rest of the season!"

Phineas scoffed. "Whatever you think, I really don't care. Once I win the million, I'll do something that none of you will ever forget. Especially any stupid Pokemon Trainer that tries to get in my way."

"Do whatever you want!" Meowth said, rising to its feet. "Whatever happens, we'll get through it! If we made it through the apocalypse, we'll make it through this!"

"I agree," Cilan said, standing up. "This ridiculousness has gone on for too long. We'll stick together when we say this: 'You won't last the rest of the season.'"

"And we'll stand together from here on out!" Stephan said, crossing his arms. "No matter what happens, someone will beat you to the million. Even if it's the person you least expect."

At that moment all of the X's had surrounded Phineas, standing as one force, ready to take on whatever their enemy had. Whatever rivalry had ever formed between the six good guys had receded in to nothing. They were all allies, all friends, with a common goal.

Phineas pushed through them. "I've got a plan in store, anyway. And it doesn't involve any of you." He stopped in mid-step. "Well, maybe one of you." He quickly glanced at Amy, then walked away.

Bathroom Confessional

(Amy)
"Why did he look at me?! What does he need me for his plan? Oh, whatever, he'll never control me! I won't help him!"

(Phineas)
"When my plan's in shape, I need someone who'll be believable. And Amy fits the bill perfectly."

First Class, Team Y

"We're in First Class!" Morgan yelled happily, flinging herself in to the couch and grabbing the remote. "I love it!"

"Sure you do," Joey said, picking flowers and hula grass out of his fur. "It's probably because you didn't need to do the hula…" He flung a piece of grass across the room. "How did we even end up on this damn show anyway?"

"It's very simple," Morgan replied, flipping through the channels. "You got in to a fight with two of the most powerful hedgehogs in the world, and got us dragged in to a rebellion. And now we're here because Starfire signed almost everyone rebel up."

"Yeah, well I wouldn't have gotten involved if you didn't fling me at them…" Joey said, rubbing his tail.

"I think we should—"

"No one cares," Joey interrupted, stealing the remote from her hand and changing the channel.

Morgan took it back, hitting the recall button. "You haven't said that in forever," she said, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, it's been like—"

"No one cares," he interrupted again.

She sighed, stood up, and patted him on the head. "Oh Joey, if only there were someone as annoying as you were. That way you could go out with them and leave the rest of us alone." She walked away before he could use his catchphrase against her again.

Zoey took out her bow and shot an apple sitting in a fruit bowl, hitting it dead center. "Yes!" she exclaimed.

"Could you not do that when I'm about to get an orange?" Misty asked, retracting his hand from the bowl.

Zoey shrugged. "Why aren't you hanging out with Ash? If Mike were here I'd be spending as much time as possible on this show."

"Because he's obsessing over how he's going to win the next League and where he's going to go next and all that stuff," Misty replied. "You know, just for once I'd like for him to pay attention to me and not worry about his Pokemon so much. I mean, I know his dream is to become a Pokemon Master, but taking a few seconds to slow down wouldn't hurt, right?"

Zoey gave a little laugh. "Well if he didn't care so much about his Pokemon, it wouldn't really be Ash, would it?" She sighed. "Don't change him, Misty. If you do you'll have a totally different guy on your hands and it won't be the same."

"How do you know?" Misty asked, crossing her arms.

"My boyfriend used to have six different personalities," Zoey answered. "And they were all totally different than Mike. One of them was a girl."

Bathroom Confessional

(Zoey)
"I miss Mike. And Manitoba. And Chester. And Svetlana. Maybe even Vito a little bit. It's so hard! I thought he was dead during the rebellion, and now he's back, and now he's gone again because of stupid Chris! Why would the X's vote him off? Seems kind of suspicious to me…"

First Class, Team Y

Chris burst in to the room before Misty could respond. "It's challenge time!"

Gorham New Hampshire, Walmart

"Welcome to Walmart!" Chris said to the contestants. The group was standing at the entrance, many people at the Dunkin Donuts inside the store staring at them.

"Why'd you drag us back here, Chris?" Melaney groaned. "Last time we were here half of us got kidnapped by Chef."

Bathroom Confessional

(Tails)
"Last time we were here I almost killed Angel…"

(Ash)
"Last time we were here Brock got kidnapped!"

(Morgan)
"Last time we were here people weren't saying 'Last time we were here' every five minutes…"

(Olaf)
"I wasn't here last time!"

Gorham, New Hampshire, Walmart

"Whatever," Chris said with a shrug. "Now before we start the challenge, I have an announcement to make. From this point forward, you shall no longer be known as X and Y! That's right! No more teams! It's every Pokemon, person, furry, and Joey for himself." The contestants gasped, causing Chris to snicker. "I just love these people's reactions."

Bathroom Confessional

(Stephan)
"Phineas is going DOWN."

(Joey)
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO MORE TEAMS?! Wait, what do you mean 'every Joey for himself'? I'M A FURRY YOU IDIOT!"

(Bianca)
"No X, no Y, no teams for me! I'm free!"

(Harry Potter)
"WHY AM I STILL HERE?!"

(Melaney)
"Yes! Alliance time!"

Gorham, New Hampshire, Walmart

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Chris said. "Make whatever alliances you want, I really don't care. So here's today's challenge," he began, taking out a bucket. "In this bucket, there are sixteen pieces of paper. That's one for each of you. On each piece of paper, there's something insane that you must do in the store. Whoever's successful get immunity and a night in First Class. Any questions?" Half of the competitors raised their hands. "Great! Choose a slip and get going!"

Sonic stuffed his hand in a bucket and pulled out a piece of paper. "'Get several bouncy balls and throw them down the aisle shouting 'Pikachu, I choose you!'" he read. He sighed. "Great."

Meowth was next. "'Go in to a fitting room and wait a while, then yell 'There's no toilet paper in here!'"

Tails walked up to the bucket and put his hand in. "With my luck I'll probably get something more humiliating than what those two got…" he pulled a slip out. "'When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream 'NO! NO! It's those voices again!'" he looked up at Chris. "We can't let anything go around here, can we?"

"Elsa can let things go," Olaf said, throwing in his opinion.

"Ooh, my turn!" Bianca said, taking out a piece of paper. "'Hide in a rack of clothing and when people browse through, say 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'' Yay!" Bianca exclaimed. "This is going to be fun!"

Stephan put his hand in. "'When in the auto department, practice your Madonna look using different sized funnels?'" he glared at Chris, who laughed.

"Dude, I was hoping you'd get that one," he said with a grin.

"Me next!" Melaney said, pulling out a slip. "'Dart around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme,'" she shrugged. "Sounds like something I'd do."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Angel mumbled, grabbing a piece of paper from the bucket. "'While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are.'" Angel grinned. "Can't wait to see the look on the guy's face."

Joey put his hand in the bucket and sighed. "'Look right in to the security camera and use it as a mirror, then pick your no—" he glared at Chris. "I hate you."

"Thank you," Chris said with a smirk. "I get that a lot."

Cilan grabbed a slip. "'When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'" He smiled. "It's…drama time!"

"I'll go next," Ash volunteered. "'Set up a tent in the camping department and tell the other shoppers you'll invite them if they bring pillows from the bedding department.'" He looked up at Chris. "Wait, people still use tents?"

Morgan grabbed the next slip. "'Move a CAUTION WET FLOOR sign to a carpeted area.'" She grinned. "Free First Class ticket for me!"

Amy took out a piece of paper from the bucket. "'Go to the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on layaway.'" She sighed. "Well this should go well…"

Misty grabbed the next slip. "Walk up to an employee and tell him/her 'Code 3 in Warehouses' and see what happens.'" She glared at Chris. "What crackhead thought of these stupid things?!"

"The internet," Chris answered simply. "Would you like to go next, Zoey?"

Zoey stuck her hand in the bucket. "'Set all the alarm clocks in Electronics to go off at 5-minute intervals.'" She shrugged. "Doesn't seem that hard."

"I want the next one," Brock said. "'Get 24 boxes of 'rubbery things' and randomly put them in people's carts when they aren't looking.'" He made a confused face. "What are—" his eye slits widened a bit. "Oh."

Chris gave an evil laugh. "I love my job." He looked at Phineas. "Looks like you're left with the last one."

Phineas groaned and took the last slip, reading it aloud. "'Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the restrooms.'" He crumpled up the paper and threw it on the ground. "I'm not doing it."

"Why not?" Ash asked. "It's just tomato juice." At least three girls facepalmed.

"How do you even have a girlfriend?" Amy asked.

Chris shrugged at Phineas. "Whatever dude. But just remember that every other ex-X is after you."

Phineas growled. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Great!" Chris said, clasping his hands together. "You have three hours to finish your tasks. Go!" the contestants ran off, leaving Chris and Chef alone. He turned to Chef. "Do you think we should tell them you're going to be chasing them down with the giant water gun from season one?"

"Nah," they both said at the same time.

Storage Room, Walmart Worker Steve

In the Storage Room, there was a young man named Steve. He had only been working at Walmart for a few days, and wanted to impress his boss. "That's all the boxes," he said, marking something off on his clipboard. "Huh?" he looked up to see a teen with spikey brown hair with dark skin run out of the room, 24 boxes of what he and his girlfriend liked to call 'the things' in his arms. "Hey!" Steve yelled. "Where are you going with those?!"

Brock ignored him and darted through the store, leaving the boxes in various carts. On a few occasions he even left them in babies' hands unintentionally. He sighed after a few minutes, trying to catch his breath. "Just one last box," he panted. He approached the cart next to him, but stopped when a blast of water almost hit him in the face. "Whoa!"

"I got you now," Chef said ominously, raising the water blaster again. He pointed it to Brock, who couldn't get out of the way fast enough, and hit him in the face. The blast sent the Trainer ten feet away from where he was standing. "Let's go, Maggot," he said, pulling Brock up by the arm. He dragged him away, Steve still watching.

"Wait!" Steve yelled, running after them. "You can't—" just then, he saw his boss walking by. "Boss!" he exclaimed, running over to him. "You won't believe what I just saw, there were two Total Drama stars putting the uh—things—in people's carts! You have to—"

"I think that's enough, Steve," he said, rubbing his bald head. "Maybe you should go work in the Electronics Department for a while. The Storage Room fumes must be getting to you."

"But—"

"Now, now, there's no need to worry," his boss said. "Just go do as you're told."

Walmart, Electronics Department, Zoey

"Almost done," Zoey whispered, setting up the last of the buttons. She ducked behind a flat screen TV, waiting for someone to walk by. A few minutes later Steve came in, adjusting a few phones in their display cases.

"I can't believe he didn't believe me," Steve muttered to himself. "I saw them, they AAHH!" he fell on his butt as one of the alarms next to him, started to beep at full volume and wouldn't stop. He grabbed it, trying to turn it off, but only failed as more of the alarm clocks began to beep. Zoey ran out from her hiding spot.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed, jumping over Steve's head. She ran back to Chris, who was sitting in a lawn chair next to the entrance. "I did it," she said, catching her breath.

"And Zoey is the first to go to First Class!" Chris announced to absolutely no one.

Walmart, Check Out, Misty

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Misty sighed, hiding behind a magazine rack to make sure she wasn't seen by Chef. She walked up to a man with the name Steve on his name tag, who looked like he was about to faint. She cleared her throat. "Code 3," she whispered. "In warehouses."

Steve started screaming at the top of his lungs, running to his boss. "BOSS! BOSS! I SAW ANOTHER ONE! CODE 3 IN WAREHOU—"

His boss covered Steve's mouth with his hand. "Now Steve," he began. "There's no such thing as Code 3. There are no Total Drama contestants here. Now calm down, and go work at the Service Desk." Steven groaned and walked away.

Misty cheered as he walked away. "Yes! I did it! I—" she stopped when she heard a gun click behind her. She turned around and saw Chef pointing his water gun at her face. She crossed her arms and scoffed. "You can't touch me! I already did my challenge."

"Do you have any proof?" Chef asked.

"Well…"

"Get ready for a splashdown, Gym Leader," he blasted her with full force, sending her flying all the way to Chris a few yards away.

"I hate this show!" she yelled.

Walmart, Service Desk, Amy

Steve took his place behind the Service Desk, groaning the whole time. "This place is too crazy…" he mumbled. "Why can't I have a normal job for once?" He looked up to see Amy standing there, and rolled his eyes, thinking he was being delirious. "Can I help you?"

Amy put a bag of M&M's on the desk. "Can I put these on layaway?"

Steve smacked his hand on the desk. "YOU WANT TO PUT M&M'S ON LAY AWAY?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT LAYAWAY IS?!"

"Yeah, duh," Amy said. "I'm a girl, obviously I'd know everything about shopping."

"I'M SICK OF RUNNING IN TO YOU PEOPLE!" Steve shouted. "MY BOSS DOESN'T THINK YOU'RE HERE, AND—"

Amy ran off before Chef could find her, just before Steve's boss entered the room. "Steve," he said dangerously. Steve slammed the paper in his hand on the counter and began making his way toward the clothing area.

Walmart, Fitting Room Area, Morgan, Meowth, and Bianca

Morgan hid behind a clothing rack, a wet floor sign tucked under her arm. "Now I just have to set this down on a carpeted—"

"PICK ME! PICK ME!"

"Holy shi—" Morgan fell backwards, scrambling away from the clothing rack. "What the heck is wrong with this place?!"

"Sorry," Bianca said, her head popping out of the rack. "I thought you were a customer."

"Whatever," Morgan said, dropping the wet floor sign on the carpet. "My challenge is done. I'm outta—" she fell over when a blast of water hit her in the face, delivered by Chef. "Hey!" she exclaimed.

"Let's go," Chef said, beckoning her.

Morgan scoffed. "No way. I already did my challenge. You can't touch me!" she blew a raspberry in his face, but stopped when he grabbed her by the sweatshirt. "I'll stop," she said quickly. Chef dropped her on the ground, then sniffed the air.

"Where's the other little blondie?"

"BEEP BEEP!" Bianca yelled, jumping out of the rack. She grabbed Chef's gun, trying to get it pointed away from her. She sprayed the tiles next to the carpet. "Ha!" she exclaimed. She grabbed Morgan's arm and sprinted back to the entrance.

"Stupid kids," Chef mumbled. He began to walk away, but ended up slipping on the wet tiles and falling over. "Dang it!"

Meanwhile, Meowth had been hiding in another clothes rack a few feet away. "Hehe, these chumps don't have any idea I'm even here!" It climbed out and approached the man behind the Fitting Room counter, none other than Steve. "Hey human! Down here."

Steve looked down to see Meowth standing there. He grabbed a magazine and held it in front of his face, pretending not to notice.

"HEY HUMAN!"

"What?!" Steve yelled back.

"Dis Meowth needs a Fittin' Room key," Meowth said, pointing to itself.

"Whatever," Steve said, handing him a key. Meowth ran in to the closest fitting room, and sat for a few minutes, staring in to the mirror. Then,

"HEY! THERE'S NO TOILET PAPER IN HERE!"

"What?!" Steve exclaimed again. "Get out of there! You can't—"

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL THESE MEOWTH TURDS?!"

Steve began fumbling with the lock, trying to get inside. Of course, his boss just happened to walk by then. "Problem, Steve?" he asked, glaring at the employee. "I don't have to redirect you to Human Resources, do I?"

Steve looked up to see that he had given Meowth the key to a woman's fitting room. "I-It's not what it looks like!" he exclaimed nervously.

"Mhm," his boss said, nodding. "Those were the exact words my girlfriend said. Why don't you go spend some time in the camping department?" Steve groaned and walked away.

Walmart, Camping Department, Ash

After multiple fails, Ash had finally set up a small tent in the center of the camping department. He climbed in, setting Pikachu on his lap. "That was kinda hard, huh, buddy?"

Pikachu rubbed its cheek where it had been accidently smacked by a tent pole.

Ash sighed. "Now all we've got to do is wait for people to come by, and everything'll be all good. Look, there someone right there!" He pointed through the tent door at Steve, who was wiping off the counter near them. "He's not a customer though…it'll probably still count!" Ash stuck his head out of the door. "Psst! Hey! Hey you!"

Steve turned and looked at him. "What do you people want now?!"

"I'll invite you in if you bring pillows from the bedding department," Ash whispered. "We've got fried chicken in here!"

"I'M SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE!" Steve yelled. He walked away, his face burning red with anger. This outburst, however, was enough to attract Chef's attention.

"Where are you, you little rat," Chef mumbled to himself, holding the water gun. "And your Pikachu too…" He pointed the gun at the tent. "Gotcha!"

The blast ripped a hole through the tent, hitting both Ash and Pikachu with water. To make matters worse, Pikachu let out an electrical shock and zapped both of them.

"I'll just go…" Ash coughed, his face black from the electrocution. He picked Pikachu up and limped back to where Chris was.

Walmart, Produce Department, Cilan

Steve sighed and began to put the mangoes on display. As he was working, he spotted Cilan a few feet away, looking at serving domes. He sighed. Maybe if he actually put up with these people, his boss wouldn't think he was so bad after all. He walked up to Cilan and tapped his shoulder. "Can I help you?"

Cilan dramatically crumpled to the ground, covering his face. "Why won't you people ever leave me alone?" he whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Every single time I come here, you people always harass me!" he sobbed. "I'm fading away…like a flower in the fall…you people have tortured me…"

He continued crying while Steve stood there, watching and rolling his eyes. Unfortunately for the employee…well, you ought to know by now.

"Steve," his boss said, standing behind him. "Trying to get in to women's fitting rooms, now making customers cry? Do you have any idea what you're doing to the business?"

"It's not my fault!" Steve exclaimed. His boss shook his head, then walked away. Steve turned to glare at Cilan, but all that was left in his place was a huge puddle of water from a water gun.

Walmart, Entrance, Joey

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Joey groaned, standing in front of a security camera. He proceeded to do his task, but stopped when Chef appeared behind him.

"Maybe I shouldn't spray you. That way you'll have to go pick your nose," Chef said with a vicious grin.

"Please!" Joey begged. "Spray me! I have to savor whatever dignity I still have left!"

Chef shrugged, turned the blast on high, and shot him so forcefully that he went flying in to the parking lot.

Bathroom Confessional

(Chef)
"That was probably the best shot I made all day!"

Walmart, Hunting Department, Angel

Steve was putting bullet on the shelf when another Total Drama contestant walk by. He was considering running away, since this one had a gun in her hand and seemed like she knew how to use it.

Angel walked over to him. "Hey, do you know where the anti-depressants are?" she asked, looking at the weapon in her hands.

"What?" Steve asked.

Angel shrugged. "Oh well…" she pointed it at her head, allowing the bullet to click in to place.

"Steve!"

The two turned to see his boss running over to them, an angry look on his face. He shook his head. "First you make them cry, now you make them commit suicide? You're getting on my last nerve, Steve. Maybe you should go—"

"Fine!" Steve exclaimed, storming away.

Walmart, Electronic Department, Melaney

Melaney had her tranquillizer gun, darting around the store humming the Mission Impossible theme, and shooting down anyone in her way. "I'm a secret agent," she whispered, blowing on the gun.

Chef hid behind one of the flat screen TV's, spying on the Yoshi. "Time to kill," he said, sneaking out from—

"SECRET AGENT!" Melaney screamed. The dart hit Chef in the shoulder, knocking him out. "Yes!" she yelled, grabbing his water blaster. "Now it's my turn."

Walmart, Auto Department, Stephan

"I'm Madonna and I wanna have fun," Stephan hummed, putting a funnel on his head. He looked at his reflection in the metal center of a tire. "Huh," he said to himself. "It doesn't look that bad after all."

"Not again," a voice behind him groaned.

Stephan turned around to see Steve standing there. "Uh, it's not what it looks like!" he exclaimed, taking the funnel off his head. "I was…um…I'm part of this show called Total Drama, and—"

"I know," Steven groaned. "I—"

"SECRET AGENT!" Melaney screamed, rushing toward the two of them. She shot Stephan with the tranquillizer, then at Steve with the water gun. "I'm Divergent and I can't be controlled!" she ran off, leaving Steve soaked.

And of course, his boss just happened to show up.

"Steve!" his boss shouted. "You drugged a customer to sleep, pretended he was Madonna, and then—and then—"

"It's not what it looks—"

"DO I NEED TO SEND YOU TO HUMAN RESOURCES?!"

"No," Steve said in a small voice.

"THEN GET BACK TO WORK!"

Walmart, Clothing Department, Tails

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Tails groaned, walking through the Clothing Department. He sighed. "Wonder how many people have said that today…" he leaned against the wall, waiting for a loudspeaker announcement.

"Attention: Whoever has been shooting the customers with tranquillizer darts, please report to the front desk so you can be peacefully thrown out of the building. Thank you."

"No, no, it's those voices again!" Tails yelled, crumpling to the ground. The people around him looked down and stared as he continued to pretend he was going insane.

"Secret agent," Melaney whispered, appearing around the corner. "What the—"

"DON'T SHOOT!" Tails exclaimed, standing up and putting his hands in the air. "Oh. It's just you."

"Just me?!"

"Aw, crap," Tails groaned. "You can't shoot me! I'm part of your alliance."

"Dammit," Melaney mumbled after a few seconds.

Walmart, Ball Bin, Sonic

Sonic sighed, grabbing a giant bouncy ball from the caged bin next to him. "Sometimes I question my own sanity…" he threw a ball down the aisle. "Pikachu, I choose you! Pikachu, I choose you! This makes no sense, Pikachu doesn't even go in its Poke Ball!"

"Hey!" a voice behind him shouted. Sonic turned around to see Steve pointing at him. "You can't do that! Put them back!"

Sonic dashed away, just before Steve's manager showed up. "Tsk, tsk," he said. "Steve, I've had it with you! Go clean up the bathrooms!"

"Fine!" Steve shouted.

Walmart, Bathroom Lobby, Phineas

"This is humiliating," Phineas muttered, continuing to make a trail of tomato juice on the floor. "Finally. I'm done—"

"SECRET AGENT!"

Phineas whipped around with his ray gun and ended up hitting Tails in the chest, who had followed Melaney. He crumpled to the ground, trying to breathe.

"Are you okay?" Melaney asked.

"I'm fine," he rasped.

"You're too late, fox," Phineas growled. (AN: The next Dora reference goes in the Hall of Shame! I can't believe this) He pointed at the floor. "I've already done what I need to do. I can't be voted off!"

"For today," Tails said weakly, slowly rising to his feet. "Today you can't be voted off. But either tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day, you'll be gone. It's fifteen against one."

"What are you saying?" Phineas asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm saying…the odds will never be in your favor," he finished. Phineas raised his gun to shoot him again, but stopped when Steve came in to the room.

"What are you people doing?!" Steve exclaimed. "I'm done! I'm—I'm—" he fell to the ground dead when Phineas shot him.

"Murderer!" Melaney yelled, glaring at Phineas.

"I'm the murderer?!" he exclaimed. "Look at the person standing next to you!" Tails had sank down to his knees; the blast had drained the energy out of him. "Nine people! The only one worse is his girlfriend! I can see why they'd be together!"

"I did what I had to do…" Tails whispered. "So did she…"

"Don't kid yourself," Phineas scoffed, kicking him to the ground. "She could've easily died and a whole world would've been saved. But instead she turned on innocent people to save herself. And we call her Abnegation."

"And we call you Erudite!" Melaney exclaimed. "And you're a retard! Do you have any idea how many chances you've missed to kill all of us? No! I don't think you do! And I really want to kill—"

"ENOUGH!" Chris yelled, stepping between the three. "Don't kill each other! I can't afford losing any important characters! Just—just head to the Elimination Room! Somebody is going home!"

Bathroom Confessional

(Melaney)
"One of these days…Phineas will pay for everything."

Elimination Room

"Contestants," Chris began. "Those of you who completed your challenges are safe. Zoey, Phineas, Amy, Morgan, Angel, Melaney, Stephan, Bianca, Tails, Meowth, and Sonic," he said, handing each a cupcake as he said their names. The only ones left were Brock, Misty, Ash, Cilan, and Joey. "As for the rest of you," he continued. "One of you is going home." He picked up the voting tickets. "Why do I have fifteen votes for Phineas when he has immunity?"

"Because he's a douche," Morgan answered simply.

Chris shrugged. "Whatever. And the last and only vote goes to…Misty."

"What?!" Ash and Misty both exclaimed.

"But you can't throw off Misty!" Ash said.

"Oh, but I can," Chris said. "Now hurry up and smooch. We all know you're going to."

Ash turned to Misty, holding her hands. "Misty, thank you for everything. I never realized you really felt the way you do…or that I felt the way I do. You opened my eyes to see that there's more than Pokemon battles and following dreams…people find love along the way. I…I love you, Misty."

She smiled. "I love you too, Ash!" she threw her arms around his next, kissing him.

Chris stuck out his tongue and made a hacking noise, pointing to his mouth. "Throw her off, please!"

Chef grabbed her by the arm and pried her off Ash, then tossed her off the train.

"I'll see you after I win the million!" Ash shouted out the open door.

Chris turned to the camera. "What will happen next? How hard will everyone try to get rid of Phineas? How is Ash going to react to Misty not being here anymore? Find out next time on Total…Drama…Universe!"

Episode 26's done! Yay! And it only took me three days to update! It usually takes me like a week, so this is good. It's probably because I've already been thinking about this challenge for a while, so I was able to think it out faster. And I went to Walmart yesterday. Okay, Steve is totally fictional (I hope). I didn't see anyone named Steve while I was there, so I think we're all good. You know what I did at Walmart? I stood up for 45 minutes to watch half of Frozen. I lost my mom. I found my mom. I went to find birthday candles. I lost my mom again. I considered texting Joey for help. Screwed the idea of texting Joey for help. I found my mom, and everyone lived happily ever after. The end. Anyway, Q of the Week: Who do you think should be kicked off next AND WHY?! You have to say why. Tell me in the reviews! See ya later! DISHONOR ON THE COWS!