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3:00 A.M.

Inside Leroy's trailer, the intern himself was brushing his teeth. He had bags under his eyes and was looking tired. Afterwards, He exited his trailer and walked around under the moonlight. Leroy reached the cast trailers and saw Chris, with his air horn. Knowing what was gonna happen next, Leroy covered his ears.

Chris rang the air horn. "ALL CREW ON SET!" he yelled. "CALL TIME IS: 4 A.M.! I love this thing!" he kissed it.

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Beth-"At first, I thought he was talking to the crew crew, not us. I was really hoping they'd replace 'Chris the creep' with a nicer host this time around! Is that mean? Sorry!"

4:00 A.M.

A tired Gwen walked out of the girls' trailer, followed by a similarly tired Lindsay, and Leshawna.

"I can't believe I'm doing another season of this show," Leshawna mumbled as Heather, Beth, and a gleeful Izzy followed. At the same time, the guys walked out of their trailer as well.

"This continuing sadistic wake-up call is messing with the natural rhythms of my body clock." Harold moaned, "My mojo will be destroyed!"

Justin noticed Leroy's unusual state. "Woah Leroy, what happened to you?"

"My coffee machine was broken." Leroy yawned. "I stayed up all night trying to fix it."

6:00 A.M.

The sun had finally risen, the birds were chirping, the Leroy was yawning, and the Chris walked up to the contestants.

"You're on a film set now," the host said, "and you're gonna learn that showbiz is not all red carpets and pool parties. Today, you're gonna get schooled on how tough on-set production life can be."

"Whatever, I can deal." Gwen piped up, "I once had a summer job at a petting zoo. It's so adorable, everybody feeding the adorable goats their adorable cabbages, but somebody i.e. me, had to shovel up the less adorable end of the digestive process."

"Well, speaking of No. 2, it's time to pick your teammates, and then, try to stick it to the team your boyfriend chooses!"

"We're not gonna get all competitive and nasty, are we?" Trent asked.

"Absolutely not." Gwen replied. "we learned from last season, right?"

"Okay, let's get this bloodbath started!" Chris said. "We're gonna chose scoolyard style: boy, girl, boy, girl, ladies first! Since we have no ladies here, Gwen!"

Gwen sighed. "I don't know…Duncan?"

Trent gasped. Duncan smirked.

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Trent-"I can't believe she just went ahead and chose Duncan! I mean, they're kind of alike, and now she wants to be on the same team, what am I supposed to make of that? You think you know a person!"

"I choose the beautiful Lindsay!" Trent declared.

"Yay!" Lindsay cheered.

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Gwen-"The beautiful? What? Was Trent trying to tick me off by making Lindsay like that? You think you know a person!"

"Because I like to keep things cool," Gwen said, "I pick Leshawna."

"The girls are back in town!" Leshawna said as she high-fived Gwen.

"Oh, you know what would be so great?" Lindsay suggested, "Is if you picked Tyler!"

"Tyler's not in the game anymore." Trent replied.

"Seriously? Bummer."

Trent facepalmed. "I choose Justin."

"Oh, pick all the good-looking contestants? That'll get you far."

"Well, in showbiz."

Gwen groaned. "DJ."

"Beth."

Gwen tapped her chin and was about to say something, but Leshawna stopped her.

"Remember, keep your enemies closer." She whispered.

"No! Really? You don't mean-"

Leshawna nodded.

"Fine. We choose Heather."

Said queen bee's eyes widened. "Really?"

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Heather-"It's about time someone realized who's the most valuable player here. I mean, seriously, people."

Trent looked at Owen, who was picking his belly button, and then Harold, who fell while trying to do martial arts moves.

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Trent-"How do you choose between flakier and flakiest? At least Owen got farther in the last game, that's worth something. Dude, I don't know. I had to pick someone."

"I choose Owen." Trent said.

"Woohoo!" Owen cheered.

"Uh, hello?" Harold complained, "Don't wicked skills count for anything? I mean, who else here went to film camp, and is fully trained as a junior cinematographer, with a thorough knowledge of lightning filters, film stop-"

"I pick Harold," Gwen interrupted, "if for no other reason but to shut him up."

"Wise choice."

"There are no other guys left."

"Still."

"Um, I guess Izzy is on my team, then." Trent said, as she was the only one left. "Izzy?"

Said crazy girl raised an eyebrow and whistled.

"She likes to be called Kaleidoscope." Lindsay whispered into Trent's ear.

Trent sighed. "Oh right. E-Scope!"

"Here! Hi!"

"Gwen," Chris said, "I christen your team, the Screaming Gaffers!"

Leroy held up a green colored sign that had a picture of a lightbulb with crossbones behind it.

"Trent, you're the Killer Grips."

Leroy held up a red colored sign that had a picture of a raised fist.

"Grip? I-I don't wanna be a grip!" Beth stammered.

"Puh-lease," Heather said, "it's not like being called a gaffer is something to brag about. It sounds like something that has rabies."

Just then, a loud crash was heard in the distance.

"Uh, what just happened?" Chris asked.

Leroy shrugged. "I have a feeling two of our crew members just uh…I don't know."

"Okay, since we're running late now and don't seem to have any more um…whatever those two crew dudes did, we better get going! Your challenge: For each team to set up a film set!"

"Psh, we'll be scarfing flapjacks by seven." Leshawna said.

"Oh will you?" Chris retorted, "as location manager, I want your sets to go…THERE!" he pointed to the top of a replica of the thousand-foot cliff from Camp Wawanakwa.

"You just love doing this to us." Gwen deadpanned.

"Yes, yes I do." The host pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Chef! Clear for traffic up there?"

Leroy looked through a pair of binoculars and saw Chef just shrug. Leroy repeated the gesture to Chris.

"LIGHTS…CAMERA…ACTION!" Chris yelled as the campers began scurrying to carry as much equipment as they could then carry it up the cliff.

As the campers ran, Gwen nearly fell as she carried a camera, but Duncan saved her from that.

"What are you doing with him?" Trent asked.

"Uh, we're on the same team?" Gwen replied.

Trent continued on, but he tripped as he was carrying a spotlight. Lindsay helped him up.

"And we're on the same team." Trent said as he continued running.

Heather bumped into Duncan and Gwen, causing the cart she was pulling to roll back down.

"People, this is crazy inefficient," she said, "I say we organize relay style and pass the equipment up."

"If you say it, we're not doing it." Gwen said.

"But it's a good idea!"

"I'm totally with you." Harold quipped. "Write down all your good ideas, and we can bring them up at the next team meeting. I'll second you. Cool?"

"Go jump in the lake, troll lips." Heather relied as she walked away. Harold looked at his lips.

"Come on, lucky necklace," Trent muttered as he carried a light, "papa Trent needs you."

Izzy passed by. "Wow, I thought I was crazy! You're talking to jewelry?!"

"You are crazy! I'm just trying to help our team win this thing!"

"Hey! That's what I'm trying to do too! If you got some lucky earrings, I'd be glad to have a little chat with them, huh?"

"It's neck and neck, people!" Chris announced. "Now, for the heavy stuff!"

Leroy looked and noticed that there were only the trailers left.

"How the heck are we gonna get those trailers up the hill?" Trent asked.

"I have a great idea!" Lindsay said.

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Lindsay-"It's so great to be free from Heather. I can totally contribute more and stuff! I have a lot of unwrapped potential, you know."

"Let's get Tyler to do it!" Lindsay suggested.

"HE'S NOT HERE ANYMORE!" Everyone yelled.

"Oh right. Bummer."

Owen's stomach gurgled, which gave Trent an idea.

"Owen, there's catering on the top of the hill. Just take that trailer up there with you and you can eat."

"Eat? I love eat!"

Owen removed his belt and used it to strap himself to the trailer as he began climbing the hill.

"Yay-ha, go Owen!" Izzy cheered as Owen began climbing the hill. "We're on a roll!"

"Hey, new best friends," Trent taunted, "how do you like that? You gonna cry together, you punk wannabes? 'Cause your team is going down."

Gwen gasped, as did the rest of the Gaffers.

"Uh, not cool, not cool at all." Duncan deadpanned.

"Oh, don't worry. We are taking Trent-I mean that team, down." She looked at DJ.

"Oh no," he said, "don't expect me to-what if the trailer slips and rolls back down the hill and possibly hurts someone? What then? I couldn't handle being responsible for that."

"Without his belt holding him up," Chris narrated as Owen's pants fell down, "Owen's pants are slowing him down!" he said as Owen tried to cover his exposed crotch.

Leroy watched as wen continued climbing the hill, while DJ still refused to carry his team's trailer.

Owen was halfway there. "Catering?"

"Owen, Owen, he's our guy," Beth cheered, "if he can't do it, uh, he-he's not our guy!"

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Leroy-(facepalming) "Really, Beth? Really?! My grandma could come up with a better cheer than that!"

"There's still time for DJ to step up and be the hero for the Gaffers!" Chris narrated.

"Do it DJ, do it DJ," Harold chanted.

"How many times do I have to say no?!" DJ replied.

Eventually, Owen reached the top of the cliff. The Grips cheered.

"We won!" Beth yelled.

"Not exactly." Chris said.

"Pardon?"

"That was only the first part of the challenge. Did I neglect to mention that?" he put Beth's arms down.

Leroy grabbed a bullhorn. "Attention Gaffers, you may now climb the cliff. Do not bring your trailer with you."

The Gaffers did as they were told. Leroy pointed to two film sets.

"Grips go on the left," he said, "Gaffers on the right."

Both teams went to their respective sets.

"It's time to make a movie," Chris said, "and what we've got here is a set for a tear jerker," he pointed to the Grips' set, "starring an elderly lady considering her long life."

"Boring." Trent commented.

"I can't believe we don't have a trailer." Harold moped.

"We are so not going to be able to properly apply makeup without vanity lighting." Heather said. "This could spell disaster. Thanks, DJ." She glared at him."

"You'll be making a feature about a thug," Chris said to the Gaffers, "who tries to go straight but can't resist the lure of the street."

"Yeah, it's been done." Gwen said.

"Hey, what about lunch?" Heather interrupted. "We have been working for eight hours and you are legally obligated by union rules to give us a mealbreak."

"Oh yeah? Who here is in the union?" the host raised his hand, but no one else did. "Yeah, I thought so."

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Heather-"I am hereby forming Local Women Untied Workers Against Chris. Who's with me? Everybody?"

Leroy-"The L.W.U.A.C.? Could use a better acronym."

"And now, it's time to choose an actor to perform a scene! Chef, give the teens their scenes!" Chef shoved one envelope into Trent's hands, and the other into Gwen's.

Leroy looked at the Killer Grips. "Alright, we need an old lady." Trent said.

"Oh please, let me do it!" Izzy volunteered, "It's gotta be me! I've got an old soul! I'm like 87 years old of me inside, 'cause I've been reincarnated like a whole bunch of times! Actually, I'm the reincarnation of my very own granny Mavis! Aye there, laddie," she said in a Scottish accent, "ya spill the weave but I guess on your kilt, and I can tell ya, all the Lochs are rising up to the call!" she took a bow.

"OKAY, FINE!" all the Grips yelled.

Leroy then looked at the Gaffers. Gwen had taken out the script.

"Big Lucky Parmigiano." She read.

"A tough guy," Heather pondered. All head turned to Duncan, who was carving away at a wooden post.

"What?" Duncan asked.

"You have got to play the gangster." Gwen said.

"Don't typecast me, I don't even know if I can act."

"You want Harold to do it?" Heather asked, "He's as tough as butter!"

"And don't expect DJ to be a tough guy, that's for sure." Chef added.

"How can you say that?" DJ moped. Chef just rolled his eyes.

"Come on, this is a role you were born to play. You just have to be you." Gwen convinced. Duncan reluctantly took the script.

"Alright," Chris announced, "set up the shot! Whoever can get Chef, Mr. Ex-Army Corporal to show any emotion, wins the challenge!" Chef gave an angry snarl to a camera.

"This is gonna be hard." Leroy commented. "Okay," he instructed the cast-mates,

"you have an hour and a half to prepare your designated scenes and actors, starting…now!"

The cast-mates immediately went to work, setting up the scenery and preparing their performers.

Leroy first observed the Grips. Beth was fixing a stage light, while Lindsay was putting make-up on Izzy.

"Your make-up, gorgeous!" Lindsay said. "And now, I'm gonna make you really feel like an old lady!" She made Izzy bend over.

"I feel like 80 years have already passed since they started adjusting the lighting." Izzy commented.

"Don't move." Beth ordered.

"Oh, don't worry, I can't. My legs are totally asleep."

"Could I get that last line again?" Owen asked. He was wearing headphones and was standing behind the sound controls.

Izzy grabbed the boom mike Justin was holding. "MY LEGS ARE ASLEEP!" Owen screamed and fell to the ground.

Leroy next looked at the Gaffers. Harold was fixing the stage lights while Leshawna was working on a few wires. Duncan was reading his script.

"One, I can't memorize this much," Duncan said, "and two, these lines are way outta left field."

"Just say what's written and quit being such a prima donna!" Heather replied.

"We all have a job to do." Leshawna quipped.

"So you just stand there and look pretty, okay, pretty boy?" Heather poked his shoulder.

"Don't call me pretty." He threatened. "The last guy who called me pretty ended up looking a lot less pretty. Get it?"

Chris chuckled from behind the set. "Friction between the crew and talent! I love it! It's like a real film set!"

"You are not pretty, okay Duncan?" Gwen intervened, "You're hot, okay? You look hot! Sexy! Studlike!"

Trent overheard this and raised an eyebrow.

"That's better." Duncan replied.

"I can't believe they settled that so fast!" Chris complained. "Sometimes this business really stinks!"

Meanwhile, at the Grip set Lindsay was looking at a box of colored tapes.

"There are seven colors on this tape roll thingy," she said, "but I don't know which one to use. And what kind of a shape would a mark be? Like an M, for mark? Or-"

"My legs are starting to tingle!" Izzy uttered. "I don't think I can hold much-" she suddenly collapsed to the floor. "-longer!"

Lindsay finally managed to place a piece of tape on the floor.

"Uh, we have the lighting just right!" Beth announced.

"Get back to first positions!" Trent ordered.

"Ugh, it's been decades!" Izzy complained. "Can we just get the ball rolling on my eventual best actress nomination?!"

Leroy checked out the backstage area. Duncan was memorizing his script while Heather was walking around.

"No wonder we're taking so long," she said, "this place is a mess, guys, and you have-"

Her foot was suddenly snagged on a wire. The stage light it was connected to broke off, snaring her and causing her to dangle upside-down in the air.

"I know you did this, Leshawna!" she yelled. "Help! I am gonna need a little help here, people!"

Harold walked up to her, carrying a pole.

"I'll help you down, m'lady." He used the pole to raise the stage light, causing Heather to drop to the ground.

"Thank you."

"Anything for m'lady." He bowed.

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Harold-"I've been working on my courting skills. Yup I've mastered 'girl whispering'."

Heather-"As annoying as hanging around Harold would be, he'll make an easy-to-persuade alliance member. And right now, 'm'lady' needs all the help she can get."

"Time's up!" Leroy yelled.

"And now," Chris announced, "time for the final hair and makeup!"

"This light is just appalling!" DJ exclaimed as he rushed over to Duncan while carrying a makeup bag, and began to put makeup on him. "How am I supposed to work without a proper trailer and lighting?"

Gwen and Leshawna gasped.

"I mean, can you tilt that pretty chin up just a smhich?"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Chef blurted out before grabbing DJ and forcing him into a chair.

"What?" DJ asked. "My mama always told me I had a flair for applying her church makeup, so I figured-"

"We've got to toughen you up, you big ol' marshmallow!" Chef poked DJ's chest.

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Chef-"I've got to admit, I see a bit of myself in DJ. But I had to develop the macho in myself without somebody like me helping. This is gonna be fun."

"Here's the deal," Chef said, "I'll help you man up and win this thing, you don't ask any stupid questions, and you split the prize with me. Like they say, it's an offer you can't refuse." He leaned in to a silent whisper, "I won't let you."

Leroy looked again at the grips. Lindsay just finished putting on a bonnet, a white wig, and a ragged skirt on Izzy, making her look like an old lady.

"Wow, you don't look like you!" Lindsay commented.

"Aye, lassie," Izzy said in her Scottish accent, "that's on account of me being a master Thespian!"

"Just make sure you lose the Scottish bur, okay, Granny McE-Scope?" Trent said.

Leroy looked at the Gaffers. Harold gave Duncan a paintball gun while Leshawna put a black fedora on his head.

"They're ready." Leroy said.

"And that's…action!" Chris said as he clapped a clapperboard.

"When I was a young schoolgirl in Poland," Duncan began, "frolicking through the fields with my pet goat in the summer sun, those were my happiest days."

"Did you check the envelopes before you labeled them?" Chris asked Chef.

"I thought you checked them." Chef replied. The two men giggled with laughter.

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Leroy-"So what if I got the scripts mixed up? They looked the same to me."

"Now you listen, and you listen good," Izzy said, "if your fighter doesn't go down in the first round, you'll be sleeping with the fishes, and uh, that's tough to do because, y'know, they have no eyelids, and it's hard to sleep! Hey, I can flip my eyelids, hey anyone wanna see me flip them?

Chef gave an odd look. Leroy raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, granny Izzy's nuts, but at least she's committed." Trent commented. "Duncan's gonna have a hard time beating that."

"I've lived a good long life!" Duncan exclaimed, slamming a folder shut. "I've loved, I've laughed, but what I miss most of all is my sweet little goat. Shopa, oh, baa, baa!" he cried.

"Baa, baa," Chef repeated. After a few seconds, he burst into tears, as did Heather and Leshawna.

"C-cut!" Chris said. "Okay, enough! It's too much for Chef to take! Duncan clearly wins for best performance. The Screaming Gaffers win it!"

Izzy threw down her bonnet. "Hey hey, oh oh, I was robbed! Yeah, I'll see you in the morning, capice?"

DJ walked up to the weeping Chef. "You're gonna teach me how to be a tough guy?" he giggled.

Chef responded by grabbed him by the shirt. "Tough guys cry! And did you notice how your team just won? Who was the judge, DJ? Huh, who?"

"Okay Gaffers," Leroy shouted, "How about a party to celebrate your victory?"

Loud cheers responded to this statement.

Later, all the Gaffers partied in the guy's trailer (all the Grip males were somewhere else). Leroy brought in his boombox to provide the beatin' music.

As Leroy partied, he noticed Gwen walking out the door. Leroy peeked outside and saw her walking up to Trent, who was leaning on a tree.

"Duncan's performance made me realize some stuff," Trent said, "like, I've loved, lost, but what I missed is my sweet little goat Gwen."

"Baaaaaa." Gwen giggled.

"You guys are just friends, right?"

"Worry not. The guy has a secret photo of Courtney under his pillow. And really, he's no Trent."

"I'm sorry I called you a wannabe."

"Ugh, whatever. All I know is, I don't wanna be you right now."

"Because you're gonna dump me?"

"No chance. More like because you have to go vote someone off."

"Eh, whatever. As long as you're still here, I'm good."

"Speaking off voting someone off," Leroy yelled from the trailer, "Gilded Chris ceremony is in an hour!"

Later that night, Leroy once again played the Gilded Chris theme as the six Killer Grips sat on the bleachers.

"Are you gonna do that every time?" Justin asked.

"Why yes, yes I will." Leroy replied.

Just then, Chris walked on stage as Chef played a drum roll.

"And now it's your turn to cast your votes and determine who will stroll down the Walk Of Shame." Chris said.

All the Grips gasped.

"Under your seats you will find voting devices. Just press the button of the person you want voted off. It's easy. So, cast your votes. Who will it be? Who will be cast off the set?"

Chef did another drum roll as a machine printed out the results of the voting.

"And it looks like all the votes have been cast. Chef?" the hulking cook passed him the paper. Remember, if you get a Gilded Chris, you get to stay because rather suitably, the Gilded Chris represents the luster of fame and immortal greatness." A small podium rose from the ground, showing five Gilded Chrises. "And the Gilded Chrises go to…"

"Trent."

"Owen and Beth."

Owen suddenly stuffed his Gilded Chris into his mouth, and when he pulled it out, all that came out was gold foil.

"Mmm. Foil covered chocolate." He said.

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Leroy-"Yeah, we kinda changed the Gilded Chris to golden foil-covered chocolate, since frankly, the producers complained about us using real gold last time. Said it was just way too expensive."

"And now, only three nominees left."

Leroy looked at the last two Gilded Chris awards, then at the Gilded Chris-less Lindsay, Justin, and Izzy.

"And the loser is…"

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"Izzy! Time to go!"

"I'm not going anywhere." She said flatly. "That's not my name."

Chris looked at Chef for an explaination.

"Girl likes to be called Kaleidoscope." Chef replied.

"Can I get a pen over here?" Leroy tossed him one. "It says E-Scope now, okay? And remember, you can never come back, ever." Chris pressed a button, and two interns walked up and carried her away.

"Take her to the Lame-O-Sine." Chris ordered.

The two unnamed men did as they were told and tossed her inside the rusty vehicle.

"This was just a dress rehearsal, my darlings," she yelled from the roof window as the Lame-O-Sine drove away, "You'll see my star on the walk of fame, mark my words, MARK THEM!"

"In all honesty," Leroy commented, "I'm glad they got rid of her. "E-Scope"", he used air quotes, "was getting pretty annoying."

"Ditto." Chris replied.

Even later that night, Leroy entered his trailer and yawned.

"It's been a long day," he said. He saw the coffee machine he was working on in the corner. Realizing he still hadn't fixed it, he groaned, grabbed his toolbox, and went to work.

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