A/N: Finally, I managed to get another chapter out after like what, 3 months?

Anyway, enjoy!

One certain morning, Leroy entered the craft services tent, with an unknown item in his hand. He 'accidentally' dropped it in Duncan's bowl of Chef's gruel, which today, looked even gruel-er, complete with roaches.

Leroy made his way to his usual spot near the counter and watched as the contestants struggled to eat the gruel.

"I miss DJ's cooking," Harold lamented, "It was as awesome as this is completely grossitating."

"I wish my boyfriend was here," Beth spoke up, "he's such a great cook!"

"Boyfriend?" Heather asked incredulously. "I don't remember any talk of a boyfriend.

"Oh yeah, I have a boyfriend. I love my boyfriend." Everyone stared at her. "What? Didn't I mention my boyfriend before?"

"No you didn't." Leroy answered.

"You sure do like that word 'boyfriend'." Leshawna commented. "When did you two meet?"

"We met between TV seasons," Beth replied.

"Wasn't that only like, two days?" Lindsay asked.

"Mm-hmm. We met at the orthodontist. He was getting his braces off the same time as me. At first, I wasn't into him. But after the braces came off, look out! Such a cutie!"

She held up a picture of a rather handsome-looking boy with brown hair, and wearing a red polo shirt.

The Grips looked at her before bursting into giggles.

Confessional

Izzy- "Okay, I bought a lot of junk off late night infomercials, but I ain't buying that!"

Leroy- "What do I think of it? Well, I am giving her the benefit of the doubt, but unless I see her so-called 'boyfriend' in person, I'm not gonna believe any of that."

"So you have a boyfriend, huh?" Heather asked menacingly. "Prove it."

"Sure, I can tell you everything about him! He's six feet tall, has light brown hair, blue eyes, size 10 shoes, 32' pants with 34 inch enzyme!"

Justin snatched the photo from her. "Wait a second, those stats are all written on the back of his picture! I know a comp card when I see one, 'cause I'm a…" he flashed smile at the camera, "…professional male model!"

Beth snatched the photo back. "Yeah? Well, maybe he's a model too! Ever thought of that?"

"No, no one ever thought of that." Duncan replied as he poured that contents of his bowl into Harold's, except a certain object.

"You've been chasing after a boyfriend all this time?" Leshawna asked. "With a honey back home?"

"Sure, my boyfriend's a model, but he's still just a guy. Justin is a supermodel! I can't help myself, now that my braces are off, it's a whole new dating world!" Beth said.

Justin looked fairly uncomfortable at this.

"Bendy straws!" Harold suddenly blurted, pointing at a can full of them. "These are just like the ones at the hospital where I had my kidneys switched!"

"Huh?" Owen asked.

"I was born with a rare kidney condition." Harold explained. "My left kidney was where the right one should be."

"You had a surgical kidney swap?" Leshawna asked in shock.

"That's right. I'm a rare case."

"Humph. You're a 'rare case' alright," Heather scoffed.

"Whatever! I'm loading up." Harold grabbed all the bendy straws and put them in his pocket.

Leroy heard Owen gobbling up the last bowlful of gruel.

"I think Owen's taste buds packed up and moved to France years ago." Heather commented.

"I wish I had this disgusting slop around the last time I was trying to stick to my diet." Lindsay said.

Chef then walked up to the window.

Harold cleared his throat. "This whole cuisine is obviously too complex for our unsophisticated taste buds, right?"

The other contestants nodded nervously in agreement.

Just then, Owen finished the last bowl of gruel. "I give it five stars!"

"I hate suck-ups." Chef mumbled as he dumped Leroy's usual order on the counter. Leroy wasted no time digging into the delicious meal.

Chris walked into the tent. "Not to worry folks. You won't be holding onto your lunch for much longer!"

"And exactly what torture have you concocted for us today?" Duncan asked.

"Oh nothing. Just that your say will be a total disaster. Get it? It's a disaster movie theme!" Chris announced. "You know, like in disaster flicks? People running for their lives from volcanoes, earthquakes, asteroids, tidal waves? The more disastrous, the better!"

Confessional

Lindsay- "My hair is already a total disaster! It's been three weeks since I had a trim! Split ends city! How much worse could it get?"

A few minutes later, Leroy arrived at an obstacle course (that he set up a few nights back) that was placed on a slanted metal plane. Everyone else was gathered there, with Chris at the control panel.

"Your first challenge is:" Chris introduced, "the Earthquake of Inevitable Pain!"

"I prefer to call it the 'Disaster Gauntlet'." Leroy commented.

"Each team has to run the course, challenging your dexterity, maneuverability, and other mad monkey skills." Chris instructed.

"I hope you're good at dodgeball," Leroy added, "because you'll need those skills to avoid the stuff we might throw at you!"

Chef was at the top of the slanted platform, with a sack of supplies ready.

"First team to the top wins!" Chris continued, "Best out of two earns today's reward!"

"Ooh, my boyfriend had a summer job cleaning up after earthquakes and landslides." Beth spoke up.

"Nope, still not buying it." Izzy said. "But I did cave in and buy the electronic sound transmitter. Woo-woo-woo-woo! Haha!"

"Enough with the chitty-chat!" Chris interrupted. "Take you marks!"

Both teams took their sides; Gaffers on the left, Grips on the right.

"This'll be a cinch." Heather mumbled.

"I can't wait to swing on the monkey bars!" Beth exclaimed.

"And…action!" Chris rang an air horn.

Both teams immediately took off into the obstacle course. First up was the tires, which the teams passed with ease.

"How easy is this?!" Izzy exclaimed.

"Are you ready to rock?!" Chris yelled as he pushed a lever forward and cackled madly.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun." Leroy rubbed his hands deviously.

The platform suddenly shook, causing the contestants to lose their balance. Beth ended up tumbling into Izzy.

"If you break it, you buy it!" the latter cackled.

Heather and Duncan also fell to the ground. Harold and Leshawna, meanwhile, reached the monkey bars.

"Time to get rid of some old junk!" Chef declared as he reached into his bag of supplies. He first took out an old football, which he tossed and knocked Harold and Leshawna off the monkey bars.

"Ow, my right kidney!" Harold moaned.

Chef began throwing even more objects randomly at the contestants, including a sink, a bowling ball, a hammer, a telephone, and a rubber ducky, which hit Justin in the cheek.

"My precious cheekbones!" Justin wailed.

Chris eventually pulled the lever back, causing the platform to stop shaking.

"Finally, a break!" Beth said.

"AFTERSHOCK!" Chris yelled as he pushed the lever forward again, causing the platform to continue shaking.

Owen tumbled down the platform but clung on, but unfortunately his barf didn't.

"My delicious lunch, lost forever!" he lamented.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me: It's lava time!" Chris announced and pushed a button on the control panel. A slot slid open on the slanted platform and began pouring out red 'lava' and the contestants scrambled to avoid it.

Chef dipped a finger into the 'lava' and tasted it.

"Tomato soup?!" he exclaimed. "That was supposed to be for supper!"

Leroy noticed the large barrel of tomato soup that was used for the 'lava'.

"So much for spaghetti tonight." He lamented. He then brought out a large bag filled with rocks.

"Let's see how you like this." He muttered as he placed the rocks on the 'lava' to act as obstacles.

"Hooey! Is it getting hot in here?" Chris fanned himself. "How about a cool, refreshing, hailstorm!" He was on a launcher, which was attached to a golf cart that Chef was driving.

"Golf ball-sized hail is bad," Chris said, "but hail-sized golf balls are even worse!" the host laugh maniacally as he shot several golf balls at the contestants. Izzy was the first hit as she was knocked into a large tube.

"Got one!" Chris yelled.

"Don't get cocky, kid." Chef warned as Chris continued shooting.

Leroy meanwhile, was now standing at the top of the platform, with a catapult right next to him.

"Let's see you all dodge this." He chuckled darkly as he activated the catapult, launching a giant balloon into the air. He then threw a dart at the balloon, causing it to pop and reveal hundreds of golf balls inside, which began to rain on the contestants.

"No, not the face!" Justin screamed, but to no avail as he too was hit by the golf balls.

Confessional

Justin- (covered in bruises) "I give up. There's no way I'll get that skin care line endorsement now!" (feels his face) "Oh, not so silky smooth!"

"AFTER-AFTERSHOCK!" Chris yelled as he pressed a button on a control stick, causing the platform to shake violently once again. Leroy jumped off as the platform began to split in two. Lindsay fell into the created fissure, but Justin caught her in time. Owen then tumbled and landed on him.

"I can't breathe," Justin groaned.

"I'm still carrying a little holiday weight." Owen excused.

Beth wobbled over to them. "My boyfriend's part of a rescue team that saved people stuck in avalanches! He used to say-"

"Beth?" Justin interrupted. "We need actual advice from real, live, living people!"

Beth glared before beginning to pull Owen up.

"Hurry, they're getting the lead!" Owen yelled.

Meanwhile, the Gaffers have reached the rolling log. While Duncan and Heather were able to get past it, Harold fell due to several golf balls flying past him and causing him to lose his balance.

"Everyone, get behind me!" Owen ordered as he shielded his team while they went into the metal tube. "Ugh, shouldn't someone be yelling 'fore'?!"

"Fore!" Chris yelled as the golf balls nailed Owen in the face again. It was then the host realized his cannon was empty. Leroy tried to refill it, but found out his sack was empty as well.

"Aw man, I'm outta golf balls!" Leroy said.

"Hey, it stopped!" Owen exclaimed as he ducked into the metal tunnel.

"Chef, do something!" Chris ordered.

Chef growled and suddenly drove the golf ball cart backwards with brute force and crashed it into a metal support pole, sending the host into a daze and Leroy flying into a nearby bush. He then climbed up the ladder to the top and began throwing more dangerous objects, such as a flower pot and a blender.

"Chef, what are you doing?!" Leroy yelled in panic.

Meanwhile, both teams were nearing the end of the course, with just the wooden wall left to climb.

"Hang on team, were almost there!" Owen called to the other Grips. "Please, after you." He gestured to Izzy.

"Oh come on, you're the one who sacrificed himself for us, I insist!" Izzy replied.

"Ladies first!" he responded.

By then, Chef had thrown a chainsaw, a concrete brick, a cat, and even a small missile. He then reached into his sack and pulled out a rather large book. "Ah, my unpublished manifesto!" he said.

Leroy rushed over and began climbing the ladder, intent on stopping Chef- but it was too late- he already tossed the giant book, nailing Owen in the mouth just as Izzy was helping him up the wall.

"Ouchie, that'll hurt come morning…" Owen moaned.

"My editor was right," Chef commented, "my life really is dangerous."

Leroy rushed over to the pained Owen and took a close look at him. "Ooh, his jaw's broken." He concluded.

Confessional

Beth- "Did Owen actually break his jaw? That's so tragic! Owen lives to eat!"

Izzy- "Owen is my buddy! He's the only one who truly gets me! If something happens to Owen, I'll be stuck with my imaginary friends! And let's face it, I should've ditched them years ago!" (knocks on her head) "Yeah Phil, I'm talking to you!"

"I'll call a medic." Leroy said as he went off to contact an ambulance.

"…The good news is, Owen won the challenge for the Killer Grips!" Chris announced after Leroy came back.

The Grips cheered at this.

"Oh no he didn't!" Leshawna complained.

"Yeah, we got our whole team across the finish line!" Harold added.

"Serious injury trumps all." Chris answered.

"You just make up the rules as you go along, don't you?!" Heather questioned.

Chris shrugged. "I love my job."

The ambulance that Leroy called soon arrived on the scene, as Leroy dragged Owen onto a stretcher and pushed it into the ambulance's back door.

"The wounded Owen," Chris narrated, "what will become of him? Stay tuned to find out!"

"Alright," Leroy looked at his clipboard, "please proceed to the submarine set for your next challenge. This one decides the winning team!"

The remaining contestants did as told. Soon, everyone was standing near a large, open submarine set, with rubber rafts right next to them.

"How's Owen doing?" Izzy asked Chris.

"Oh, Owen's fine," Chris answered, "a little broken jaw, but it's all wired shut now. Shouldn't take more than 4 to 6 weeks to heal."

"Oh no, it's that bad?!" Beth gasped.

"I mean, he's doing fine."

The Grips shot him skeptical looks.

Confessional

Chris- "That's what release forms are for! Correctomundo?"

"One thing's for sure," Leroy informed them, "Owen's out for the rest of the challenge. Now then, please board the rubber rafts."

The contestants boarded the rafts; Gaffers on the left and Grips on the right.

"Alright," Chris announced, "it's time for the second disaster-themed challenge! Who's excited?"

The contestants all gave bored looks in response. Somewhere in the distance, a cricket sounded.

"Because of Owen's win, the Grips have the advantage of getting this handy dandy piece of paper for the second disaster challenge!" Chris took out a piece of paper and folded it into an airplane which he threw towards the Grips. The paper sailed over the Gaffers and crashed into Lindsay, who picked it up.

"What good is this?" she asked. The paper in question had some Roman numerals on it. "It just has some dumb numbers on it!"

"Ooh," Beth piped up, "I think it's a lock combination!"

"Okay, time to get inside!" Chris called.

"You crazy? I'm not getting in that tin can!" Leshawna retorted.

"Not even for a million bucks?"

"It better be carpeted in there." She grumbled.

"No it isn't!" Leroy whispered cheerfully.

All eight contestants went inside the submarine sets. The set suddenly clamped shut as Leroy and Chris headed for the control room to monitor them.

"I don't like this. Not one little bit." Leroy heard Leshawna say from the footage.

Leroy pulled a lever, and an alarm sounded from within the set, much to the contestants' worry.

"What's going on?" Justin asked.

"Who cares?" Beth said. "I could stay like this all day!" Justin backed slowly away from her.

"For this challenge," Chris announced on the loud speakers, "you gotta get out before it's too late!"

"Too late?" Heather questioned. "Too late for what?"

"Oh, you'll find out." Chris chuckled darkly.

"Pick up two," Chef said as he laid some cards down on a table.

"You mind cranking that lever?" Chris requested. Chef complied and pulled a lever. On the monitors, both sets began to fill up with water.

Leroy leaned to speak into the loudspeakers. "Right now, your rooms should be filling up with water. If I were you, I'd try to look for a way out ASAP. And please, don't drown. Seriously, don't."

"I really wish my boyfriend was here," Beth said, "he's a registered lifeguard!"

"Uh-huh, yeah, it would be great." Izzy pretended to agree. "You know what would be better?"

"What?"

"If he existed in the first place! Now let's get out of this death trap!"

Leroy looked at the Gaffer monitor.

"This water is freezing," Heather complained, "and it's too dark to see anything!"

"No problem," Duncan assured, "I've got great night vision. A lot of the stuff I get into happens when the sun goes down.

Heather rolled her eyes.

Duncan went for a nearby box and took some flashlights out of it. "This should help. Get to work, everybody!" He tossed the one for each of the Gaffers.

Meanwhile, the Grips were attempting to pry things open to get out. Izzy was trying to turn a wheel, but it broke off and sent her tumbling to the floor, while some debris bounced off her head.

"Wow, what a head rush," she commented.

"Yay for Izzy's hard head!" Lindsay cheered.

Justin pointed his flashlight to the ceiling. "Hey, I think it's a way out!" he said, pointing at a closed hatch.

"Or maybe that's the exit!" Beth yelled as she pointed her flashlight at another closed hatch on the floor.

Leroy saw the Gaffers point their flashlights on a similar hatch on their floor.

"This one's closer, so let's try it first." Leshawna suggested.

"Anyone know how to pick a lock?" Heather asked.

"Actually," Harold pulled out a stethoscope, "I learned how to open a combo lock at Picky Steve's Lock Picking Camp."

"You do have mad skills," Leshawna complimented.

"Yeah well-"

Duncan tripped him. "The water is rising, so get to it, Harold-ini."

Leroy looked to the Grip side and saw Beth fiddling with the dial on the bottom hatch.

"Oh no, it's a combination lock!" Beth exclaimed.

"Sounds familiar?" Izzy asked Lindsay. The latter gave her a confused look.

Izzy frowned and simply snatched the earlier piece of paper from Lindsay's hand.

"How are we ever going to open it?" A still clueless Lindsay asked.

"Guys, we better get to it quick before the water gets too high!" Beth said.

"I'll do it," Justin said, grabbing the paper that had the code to open the lock.

"No, I wanna do it!" Lindsay grabbed the paper back.

"Just give it to me-"

"But I wanna do it-"

"Lindsay-"

"Come on-"

The paper slipped out of the grasps and fell into the water. Leroy zoomed in and saw that the numbers on the paper have become unreadable once Izzy picked it back up. She growled and crumpled the paper.

"So, come on, what are the numbers? Read 'em out." Justin asked, oblivious to what had just happened.

Izzy just dropped the paper back in the water. "Ugh, I'm surrounded by loons!"

"Where?"

"Ooh, I love ducks!"

Izzy lost it and screamed.

Meanwhile, on the Gaffer side, Leroy saw Harold attempting to open the lock as the water level continued rising. As the water reached Harold's nose, he suddenly pulled back.

"I can't do it!" he exclaimed. "I need more time! If only I had gills…"

Confessional

Harold- "How cool would that be if I had gills? I really should've been born with gills. Life can be so unfair."

Leshawna pointed her flashlight at the ceiling hatch. "Maybe we can boost each other up." She suggested.

The Gaffers began to stack themselves on top of one another; Leshawna climbed on top of Duncan, then Heather climbed up on top of Leshawna but the hatch door was just out of her reach. The stack eventually fell, sending all three Gaffers into the water.

"Did I mention I don't like water?" Leshawna said as she resurfaced, her hair having become an afro again. "'Cause I don't! Not a fan."

"Funny, you look like a floater." Heather quipped.

"Is that another big girl joke?" Leshawna retorted angrily. Both of them began slap-fighting until Duncan pried them apart.

"You two fight like girls," he said. "We'll just float up to the top with the water and open the hatch."

"Funny, you don't look like a thinker." Harold remarked. Duncan shoved him down in response.

Leroy watched as the water continued rising. Soon both the Gaffers and the Grips were nearing the ceiling.

"So, um…" Izzy said on the Grip side, "anybody got any ideas?"

"My boyfriend used to do underwater photo shoots," Beth piped up, "and told me how to hold my breath for a really long time."

"My agent totally wants me to learn that," Justin said.

"Sarcasm," Leroy thought.

Beth gasped. "Brady could teach you! Then I'd have you both to myself…"

"Guys, there's something here!" Izzy pointed to the ceiling hatch. "It might be a way out! Pull, come on!"

Izzy and Justin pulled open the hatch, only to reveal a shark with its mouth wide open. Both closed it almost immediately.

"No good. Any other ideas?" Justin asked.

"That's weird," Leroy mused, "I don't remember putting that there."

Meanwhile, on the Gaffer side, Heather was prying open their ceiling hatch.

"I got it!" she said as it opened…only to reveal some flames coming out of it.

"No good. Any other ideas?" she asked as she clutched over to Duncan, who smirked. Heather immediately recoiled in disgust.

"Fire, huh?" Leroy heard Chris comment. "Don't you think that's a bit much?"

Chef just shrugged.

Confessional

Chef- "Seriously! I'm just not in the mood! Bustin' my hump for a bunch of snot-nosed…" (Bangs fist on table) "Don't I deserve a little me time?!"

Leroy saw that the water had risen all the way to the contestants' heads.

"Really, it might be time to end the challenge," Chris said nervously, "the water's getting pretty high. And uh, those kids are terrible swimmers."

"Focus!" Chef yelled as they continued their card game. "I want my chips back. I'm starving." He plopped one into his mouth.

"This is getting serious! Leroy, turn off the water!" Chris ordered.

Leroy reached for the lever to do so, but Chef suddenly slapped his hand away and tore off the lever.

"Hey, what's the big-" Leroy saw the broken lever. "Oh no…"

Confessional

Leroy- "What's up with Chef? First he breaks Owen's jaw, and now he breaks the emergency lever?! This is getting out of hand!"

"We've gotta get the cast out of there!" Chris screamed. "Simple formula: No more contestants equals no more episodes equals no paycheck, and the end of my luxurious lifestyle!"

"Texas hold 'em?" Chef offered.

"You're not hearing me!" Chris yelled.

"What? Gin Rummy?"

"Well," Leroy explained, "Chef broke our emergency stop lever, we can't open the hatches from the outside, and we don't have anything we can use to penetrate the walls. Our only hope is that someone opens the bottom hatch and escapes."

Leroy looked back at the monitors. The contestants were floating in the water, all in danger of drowning.

"Th-this could be it," Leshawna wailed, "the end, like, the end end!" Tears rolled down her cheeks. "And I wanna live!"

"I know you're scared, but you don't have to cry." Harold assured. "I'll save you."

"Who said anything about crying?" Leshawna retorted. "Leshawna never cries!"

Leroy saw that Duncan seemed to realize something.

"You sure blubbered enough when a reward was on the line!" he pointed out.

Leroy smirked. His earlier plan had worked.

After Chris had announced the challenge, the contestants slowly filed out of the tent. Duncan took another look at the bowl and saw the object Leroy had dropped in it inconspicuously earlier. It was a fortune cookie.

Duncan wasted no time grabbing a bite of actual food and looked at the piece of paper that came with it.

"One of your own had lied to you for a reward." He read. "Wonder what that means?"

Leroy smirked as Duncan exited. He knew the latter would figure it out sooner or later.

Confessional

Leroy- "A so-called 'friend' once fake-cried to my parents just so he can get my slice of cake. I didn't figure it out until later, and man, was I mad. Ever since then, I swore to expose any who fake-cry just to get what they want as the dirty liars that they really are."

"You're a total sham!" Duncan pointed at Leshawna.

"You mean, Leshawna fake-cried to get the reward with Leshiniqua?" Heather raised her fists, ready to beat her up.

"Hey, wait a second," Harold interrupted, "let's not forget who's always there, listening to everyone's problems."

"You're gonna pay for this, big louded brown-" Heather continued.

"Wait," Harold stopped her. "I just remembered something!" he took out the bendy straws from earlier. "Quick," he handed the straws to Leshawna, "help me make a snorkel!"

Harold sunk into the water, one end of a bendy straw in his mouth as Leshawna kept adding straws to the other end in order to extend the makeshift snorkel.

Chris saw on the monitors what Harold was doing. "Brilliant! Harold's gonna save the day! Once the hatch is open, it'll drain the water out of both the rooms! And I'll still have a paycheck!"

"Everyone's counting on you now, Harold." Leroy mumbled.

Harold began working on opening the bottom hatch lock as the water level continued rising. Chris was biting his nails in suspense, and soon, the contestants' heads began sinking underwater.

Leshawna soon ran out of straws for the snorkel.

"Come on Harold," Heather yelled, "come on, there's not much time left!"

Duncan was expressionless as he sunk into the water.

Harold wiped his head as he continued working on the lock. The cameras were waterproof, so luckily Leroy can monitor his progress. Chef meanwhile, was still busy playing cards.

After several tense minutes, Harold finally took off his stethoscope and pried the hatch open. He motioned for his teammates to follow him as he swam out.

Chris cheered at this while Leroy wiped a drop of sweat off his brow. He watched as the water drained from both rooms.

"Phew," Lindsay said on the Grip feed, "this'll make escaping from underwater way easier!"

Izzy and Beth exchanged looks.

"Doesn't matter anymore," Leroy announced into a loudspeaker, "because the Gaffers have pried their hatch open and escaped, meaning they win the challenge! Yours already opened automatically. Now get out and please dry off.

After his announcement, Leroy exited the tent and went back to his trailer to take a nap.

Later, all the contestants (sans Owen, who was still absent) were wrapped in towels and sitting near a bonfire. Chris and Leroy approached them.

"Well, that was a pretty exciting day, huh?" Chris said as he and Leroy walked up to them. "Looks like another reward win for the Gaffers! Seems like the Grips are a tad overdue, but," he chuckled, "I wouldn't hold my…breath!"

The Grips glared at Chris while Leroy rolled his eyes at his bad joke.

"And now, let's see what the Gaffers have won!" Chris took out a slip of paper. "Oh, an all-expense paid trip to beautiful British Columbia! That's right, you'll be staying at the luxurious inn, on the volcano! A charming lodge, teetering on the edge of a little known active volcano on Vancouver Island! To get you there: You'll be enjoying an exhilarating, 8-day hike up the craggy, treacherous-"

"NO THANK YOU!" Duncan interrupted.

Confessional

Duncan- "I can't believe we were actually gonna drown! Did the producers lose their minds? But, it would've been a pretty cool way to go, on national TV and all."

Harold- "I had it all under control. I work best under pressure. Ha! Pressure, get it? Water pressure?" [snort] "I'm hilarious, even when my life is in danger."

"We'll just take some chips and pop, if that's okay." Leshawna demanded.

"Suit yourself," Chris answered, "more money for my end-of-the-year bonus."

Leroy went back to his trailer and came out a few minutes later with said items. "Wasn't gonna eat these anyway," he said as he tossed the snacks to the Gaffers.

Confessional

Heather- "That's what they call a prize? Right, all we need after today is a disaster-themed vay-cay!"

Leroy- "I'll be honest, even I thought that reward was more trouble than it's worth."

As the Gaffers were enjoying their snacks, while the Grips could only look on, Chris wheeled a slightly crazed-looking Owen on a wheelchair.

"Okay, here's the deal," Chris whispered to him, "you can go and eat with the Gaffers, if you promise not to sue."

"Promise," Owen spoke through his wired jaw.

"Promise promise? Not like, vague promise. You're fingers aren't crossed, are they?"

Owen showed his hands to prove it as Chef walked over with a tray carrying a bag of chips, a bottle of soda pop, and a blender.

"Enjoy," Chris said as Chef handed Owen the tray.

Owen immediately dropped a straw along with the chips inside the blender. "Hey! You dropped your chips in my pop!" he added the soda in, "Hey! You spilled your pop in my chips!"

Leroy watched as Owen blended his snacks, creating a 'blendie', as Owen called it, and slurped up the result with his straw.

"I have a feeling the blender's a bad idea." Leroy commented.

I absolutely have no idea on when I will get the next chapter out. Although I will try to finish it as soon as I can.

So for the meanwhile, review!