Current Interaction: Chris and Izzy

"Ugh! What is this slop? !"

Duncan threw his spoon back into his oatmeal, which happily absorbed it with a loud chewing noise. Gwen pushed away her eggs, which blinked confusedly in response. "I swear, Chef's cooking is getting worse by the day."

"Mine seems to be okay," Harold said, tentative poking each item on his tray. When his muffin growled at him he jumped and snatched his finger back, eyes going wide.

Over on the Killer Grips' side of the tent, Beth collapsed onto the table and moaned.

"Oh...I'm sooo hungry! I miss DJ!"

"I know, right? The only good thing I've tasted all week is my own lip gloss!"

Owen just gave a moan of complete and utter despair.

"Oh, it's not that bad."

Owen gasped. "How can you say that, Izzy? !"

She shrugged. She was playing with her food, literally—her porridge had snatched up her spoon when she first tried to eat it, but now she had taken out her butter knife and was engaging the foul dish in a friendly sword fight, the silverware clanging together as she spoke. "This stuff is kind of fun, as long as you don't try to eat it or anything."

"But what are we supposed to eat, then?"

"Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something," she said cheerfully, not taking her eyes off of her prandial battle.

Beth was about to ask what she meant by that—she had a sneaking suspicion that it involved cannibalism or something—when she was cut off by a strangled scream. The contestants all spun around in shock as Chris burst into the craft services tent, dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, hands clutching at his hair.

His soaking, limp, bright green hair.

"WHO DID THIS? !"

For a moment the cast mates were only capable of dropping their jaws and staring, but this quickly gave way to an eruption of laughter. Chris' face twitched, his woefully-under-dressed body shaking in rage. The only ones not laughing were Izzy, who was ignoring her angry meal to send him a calmly amused smirk, and Chef, whose eyes widened as he stuck his head out from the cooking area.

"Whoa, man—what the heck happened to you?"

"What do you think happened? ! One of these little—monsters—poisoned my shampoo—I want to know who did this!"

"What, and you couldn't stop to get dressed before coming t' find out?" Chef asked, trying to speak over the contestants' mad giggles.

"And how was I supposed to do that, Chef? ! Look!"

Chris began to pull at his verdant hair, and suddenly everyone realized he wasn't just clutching at it—his hands were stuck to it, a revelation that only made everyone's laughter rise to full force again. Even Chef started to snicker as Chris fumed, Izzy's silent grin widened, and Harold frowned, scratching his chin.

"But wait...if his hands are stuck like that, how did he put the towel on?"

Duncan snorted. "Heh—probably one traumatized intern now!" he gasped, then snickered louder than ever.

Chris was turning into a Christmas display as his reddening face complemented his green hair. "Oh, I should have known it was you!" he snarled, leaning down next to Duncan, looking even more ridiculous with his elbows still sticking out. "You think this is funny? ! One call and I can have you thrown right back into juvie, you little snot!"

"Hey, it—ha-ha—it wasn't me!" Duncan said, trying to compose himself. "Though—snort—this probably explains why a bunch of my hair dye is missing!" He collapsed on the table and started pounding it, laughing uproariously again.

Chris threw back his head and screamed. "I AM NOT JOKING HERE, PEOPLE! I want to know who did this, and I want to know RIGHT NOW!"

"We should probably help him," Harold pointed out, eying Chris' waist uneasily. "I mean, he can't get dressed like this, and...sooner or later that towel's gonna start slipping."

Gwen bit her lip and tried to contain herself. "Well, how are we—snort—going to do that? Unless we—snort—just shave his head for him or something!"

Chris' face went white. "Oh, no way! Get this—AGH!" He tried desperately to pull his hands away from his head again, his whole body twisting with the strain. Needless to say, this did nothing to ameliorate the teenagers' laughter.

"You know, I know something that could help," Izzy said calmly, and even though it was almost impossible to hear over everyone else's mirth Chris' head instantly snapped towards her.

"You do? !" Chris was at her side in a second, bending down to hear and carefully angling his elbows to avoid banging into her or Owen. "What? ! Tell me, woman!"

"It's a special compound I invented in Science class one time. It was my first discovery that didn't cause any critical injuries!" she added brightly, giving him a wide grin. "I made it as the antidote to this other compound I invented that's three times stickier than the stickiest Super Glue legalized by the Canadian government."

Chris blinked, and immediately his face darkened. "Oh, is that so?" he growled, and Izzy just smiled.

"Yeah-huh! And you know, I even happen to have some of that antidote with me."

"And you'll give it me?" Chris asked through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the contestants' giggles and the aching in his raised arms.

"Oh, sure! For a price."

Chris' eyes narrowed. "Yeees?"

"Oh, mmm—I think I love you, Izzy."

"Me, too," Duncan agreed in a muffled voice, stuffing another slice of pizza into his mouth.

Izzy just smirked. "Thanks!" she said, slipping her crust to her bowl of porridge, which squeaked in delight before enthusiastically eating it.

Meanwhile, across the film lot, Billy the intern managed to kick open the door to Chris' private washroom, his arms filled with as many grocery bags as he could carry. He blinked in the steamy room, barely able to make out his boss' silhouette through the shower curtain and fog.

"Mr. Maclean? ! I got those bottles of black hair dye you requested!"

"Just leave them!" Chris yelled, scrubbing at his scalp furiously. "Oh, don't worry, baby, you'll be all back to normal soon...yes..."

Author's Notes: For Invaderzimfannumber1, who was the first reviewer from the last chapter to actually request something in her review. I'm not sure if she actually wanted me to torture Chris, but...well, I think any time he interacted with Izzy would have to be torture for him. ;-)

This is the longest chapter in this fic so far. Huzzahs are in order.

Next Interaction: Alejandro and Heather, because I figure I should use the new characters and I haven't decided who to have interact with Sierra yet.