"Last time on Total Drama: Island," there it came, the call of Chris McLean, who had himself currently posted up on the docks of Camp Wawanakwa, with a fish jumping up from the water only to be snatched by a soaring seagull. "Our teams were finally managing to recover from the intense sleep deprivation that the Awake-A-Thon had left them with, so we obviously had to do something to keep them down! I mean, how else are we gonna get our entertainment? Before the challenge, we found out that Hellen is totally kinda creepy, with her stalking Percival during his morning routine! Bobby unleashed a chemical weapon upon the Gopher boys and Bass boys alike, earning him a reputation just as foul as his own gas, and Roxy got caught simping for Veronica when she took her hoodie off for the first time in front of her! Oh, man, I just love seeing romance blossom like that, don't you? Anyways, we took our campers down to the beach so they could do a little meet and greet with some massive scrap heaps! The goal of the challenge was to dig around for pieces to build a remote control battle plane, which were well buried in there, as well as Chef Hatchet, who got to feel the mad power of Leslie's sugar-filled strength! The Gophers were the first to get all the parts to their plane, despite Claudia helping the bass out by giving them their extra part after Wendell had stolen one away. Because of that, they got the chance to pick which type of fruit ammunition they would be using to take down the other team, and they went with the better option: the apples! This had the Bass stuck with the watermelon cannon, which proved to be completely useless in the dogfight. Luckily for the Bass, though, Elicia's bad luck and general clumsiness messed up their plane so bad that the cannon fell right off of it, crushing the Gophers' plane and scoring them immunity from elimination! It was a close elimination…not! Most of the Gophers voted Claudia out for helping the other team, but she didn't leave without letting her team know how disappointed she was in them. Eh, who needs her anyways? We get to keep Colleen over her, and that girl is a drama machine! Three contestants are down and out, leaving us still with nineteen to meddle with! Who will be the next to take a tumble to loserdom? Find out, right now, on Total Drama: Island!"
"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine," as the opening theme started to kick up, a camera whooshed its way through the island, passing by Chris and the Sasquatchanakwa until it reached the top of the thousand foot cliff, leaping off of it and diving into the water.
"You guys are on my mind," under the water, Duke found himself wrestling a shark, after just having made his dive into it.
"You asked me what I wanted to be and I think the answer's plain to see," on top of the water, in a small boat, Veronica was clinging onto Roxy's arm for dear life, until Duke popped up from underneath with the shark in his arms, causing the frightened girl to jump out of the boat with a scream, all while Roxy glared at Duke.
"I wanna be famous!" In the forest of the island, Lyle was playing the flute to calm a herd of bears around him, which Wendell and Annalise, who were off to the side in the bushes, threw rocks at, causing them to chase after Lyle.
"I wanna live close to the sun," on top of a waterfall, Leslie was bouncing up and down in a raft, while Hellen wrote something down in her book, neither of them noticing that they were about to go over the waterfall.
"So pack your bags, cause I've already won," the raft continued to fall down the fall, passing by Percival, who was practicing his swordplay while standing on a log that bridged a gap.
"Everything to prove, nothing in my way, I'll get there one day," suddenly, Lukas and Peggy came running from one side of the gap, knocking Percival into the water as they ran past, revealing the Sasquatchanakwa to be chasing them, until all three crashed into the confessional booth and knocked Bobby out of it and onto the ground.
"I wanna be famous!" Rolf was being held captive by Chef, who was making some disgusting looking soup in a pot, while Josef plugged his ears nearby, being annoyed by Desiree and her non-stop blabbing.
"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na," on the steps to the beach outside, Francis and Evander watched Elicia intently as she performed some scene from a famous play on the sands, though a fish hit her in the head and knocked her to the ground, followed by Evander conking Francis on the back of the head.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" Back on the dock, Claudia was playing her harp beautifully until an octopus tentacle grabbed her and launched her into the side of the lodge.
"I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!" At the campfire ceremony, Gene and Harriett were both leaning in to kiss each other before Colleen popped up in between them, slapping her ruler against the palm of her hand while the rest of the group whistled in unison, all sitting around the same campfire.
"So, like, then, we were all sitting at the lunch table and everything, and Stacy was just sitting in the far corner of the room for who knows why, and everyone was like, 'Why is Stacy hiding over there from everyone else?'" Desiree had already begun rattling off with her nonsense in the early hours of the morning, still sitting in her bed in the Bass girls' cabin. There were two others still in the room with her, Peggy and Elicia, while Harriett and Annalise had already left to go do something else. "It was fun, though, cause I knew all about why she was hiding her food! Cause she liked to bring food that just didn't really smell good at all, so when she went to eat it, people would make comments about it! I told her that people would probably mind it less if she brought normal food, but she didn't really like that, go figure!"
"That's really interesting, Desiree…reeeeeally interesting." Peggy sighed and started to flip through one of her books while she was laying in her own bed, but this moment of reading was quickly interrupted when Desiree snuck into her bed with her and stretched her head in between the book and Peggy's chest so that the two were face to face. "...Can I help you with something?"
"Oh, I just wanted to see what kind of book you were reading, since it's not the same as that book that you hide under your pillow! That book had a lock on the outside of it, and when I wanted to read it, I couldn't get it open!" Desiree frowned while Peggy used her book to push her face back a bit. "Hey, what gives? I just wanna get to know you better, since you don't really talk all that much. Oh, I get it! You're one of those quiet kids that tells all the people you like to not come to school tomorrow when you're planning something big, aren't you?"
"I'm not one of those, no…I think I'd have to like anybody at all in order to be like that," Peggy dryly laughed at her own joke, while Desiree just stared at her blankly. "You know, because…ah, forget it. I don't wanna risk a headache with explaining something like that to you."
"But I don't get it!"
"Er…I think that Peggy's trying to say that she just likes to have a little more alone time than some of the other campers here! And that that book that she locks up and hides away isn't for anyone else to read!" Elicia hopped down from her own bunk to try and steer Desiree away from Peggy's bed. "But, you know, if you wanted to get to know some of us a little more, I'd always be happy to be your friend! I like a whole lot of fun things that we can talk about, like-"
"No thanks, you're kinda boring," Desiree yawned and walked away, leaving Elicia's heart to crack into a million pieces while she fell to the floor. Peggy stifled a chuckle and went back to reading her book and minding her own business.
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"B-boring…but I do a lot of fun things, how am I boring? I like plays, musicals, skits, improv, dramatic TV shows with lots of singing…" Elicia tapped at her chin as she thought about all the things she was listing off before frowning a little bit. "I…suppose I could probably stand to expand my own horizons maybe a little bit…"
"See, the fun thing about books with locks on them is that they usually are diaries or journals, which are my absolute favorite type of book to read! It's a story that you can't buy in a bookstore, so it's the most one of a kind thing there is!" Desiree sneered as she held up a purple diary. She got up from where she was seated and dropped it into the toilet, sitting back down. "That one was Elicia's diary…all it talked about was dumb musicals and other things that overly-hormonal girls like."
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"Duke? Duuuuuuke? Come on, man, I was trying to fix that phone!" Gene walked outside of the Bass boys' cabin in search of his wrestler teammate, who was nowhere to be seen. It was so early in the morning, yet the neckbearded boy was already starting to sweat and itch in some uncomfortable places from the immediate contact of the sun's rays. "Urgh…too much grass out here…I can already feel my skin bubbling up and turning to slime. Duke, just give me back the phone, I gotta send it back to someone's grandma pretty soon!"
"Oh, you want this phone back, jabroni?" Gene heard the boy calling, and he turned around to see that he was standing on the roof of the cabin, flexing like an Olympian while holding the phone high up into the sky. The light glistened off of both the screen and his oily biceps immaculately, nearly blinding Gene, who had to look away to protect his eyes from any further damage. "You can get it back after you're finished getting this oncoming smackdown from the Dukester! Here he comes, from the top rope!" The wrestler did a front flip off of the roof, landing on top of Gene and smushing him down into the dirt before getting off of him and dropping the phone on his back. "Haha! You didn't even stand a chance!"
"I was never much into wrestling games, anyways…" Gene groaned as the phone slid down his back and right into his pants, wedging itself in his buttcrack and leaving Duke to gag at the sight. With a mighty clench, Gene's cheeks shot the phone forward, and he caught it in his hand to get a better look at it, seeing that it was perfectly fine still. "Oh, thank goodness…that could've been a couple of hours of work that I would've lost if anything bad happened to this thing."
"Techie work is lame, hardly a workout on any of your core muscles. Take me, for example!" Duke flexed his biceps as Gene started to pull himself up from the ground, "I've attained the peak male form from the workouts I've done, and not once have I ever done any work on a gizmo or a gadget! My granny got me a computer once, and I used it as a barbell! Computers are for people that have nothing to look forward to in their lives!" Gene was about to argue, but Duke ran off, not giving him the chance to get a word in.
Confessional
"Duke's not really a bad guy or anything, but, man, he really can be annoying when he's trying to get in a wrestling match against someone every five minutes. Even I take a break from playing video games once in a while, otherwise my hands would probably cramp!" Gene snorted as he adjusted his glasses with one hand and tugged his pants up with the other. "Besides, if I was playing them all the time, my sweat glands would probably give out! I…I sweat a lot."
"I'm stuck on a team of bozos that don't appreciate any sort of physical activity whatsoever! Okay, well, we've got Harriett, but the only activities she'll do are hiking and swimming! I like a good swim, too, but I wanna tussle with someone!" Duke punched his fist into the palm of his hand before slumping forward and sighing. "What I'd give to have Evander, Wendell, or even Percival on my team. Hell, Colleen might be good for a fight, too! I don't think she would say yes, though."
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"Alright, campers! You all know they say no rest for the wicked, and when they say that, they really mean no rest for you guys!" Chris's voice called out from the speakers, with some of the campers groaning as they knew exactly what time it was. "We all wanna see what you've got that makes you more special than your companions, so come swing on down just behind the main lodge! We've got a surprise in store for you!"
The campers begrudgingly started to make their trek to behind the lodge, where they were met with the sight of a shoddily built stage with big red curtains on the sides and back of it. Two sets of stairs led up to the stage, and there was a set of risers on the left and right side, each one facing the stage. The one on the right was labeled with the Bass' logo, while the one on the left was labeled with the Gophers' logo. Following the logos, everyone started to sit down on their risers, wondering what this was all about. Hellen, as she typically did, sat down next to Percival, who was too busy talking to Evander to notice her staring at him. She smiled as she stared, but soon found something different in her viewing path: Wendell. She frowned as she saw him seated next to her, which he noticed almost immediately.
"Frowning at your teammate just for sitting next to you, sheila? Really not doing amazing at making me feel like I'm wanted," Wendell sobbed some false tears into his sleeve while Hellen reached for her book of useless facts. "Huhuh…alright, I'm interested, what obscure fact has this got you thinking of."
"You're Australian, I have many facts about Australia. There's a cockroach racing tournament held annually in Brisbane, only the strangest animal race I could ever imagine. Oh, how your strange country fascinates me so." Hellen giggled and flipped to another page in her book, "You guys also have the largest cattle station in the world…it's larger than Israel is. The capital city of Australia is named after the Aborigine word for women's breasts."
"Yeah, pretty wacky and wonderful place, so happy to live there!" Wendell rolled his eyes and leaned back a bit, which gave Hellen full view of Percival again. She went back to smiling like before, which Wendell took note of as he looked back and forth between the two of them. "...Fascinating."
"Nope, no way, not happening, Slobby! You will sit on the far end opposite of me on the benches and that'll be that!" Annalise poked Bobby with a stick, trying to shoo him away from her on the Bass' risers, though he wasn't really budging from where he was sitting, just slowly looking over to her and smiling like an idiot. "You speak English, don't you? I can tell you in Spanish if that's what you'd rather get. Aléjate de mí gordo vago."
"Gee, Annalise, I never knew that you knew how to speak Chinese…pretty cool, though!" Bobby slowly chuckled before starting to roll his way over to the other side of the risers, where he ended up sitting with Lyle and Gene, as he usually did. Annalise huffed and waved off the lingering stench that he had left behind, still glaring at him, even with him being as far away from her as he was now.
"Hey, hey, hey campers! Long time no see, isn't it?" Chris snickered as he walked to the center of the stage, smacking a clipboard against the palm of his hand. "As you can see here, we've put together a state-of-the-art, outdoor amphitheater for you all to enjoy! And by enjoy, I mean compete on! Elicia, don't get yourself too excited, because I won't be letting any theatrics happen here…yet, at least! No, no…this challenge is going to be a talent show! Each team gets eight hours to audition and pick out the three most talented campers in their roster to come up on stage and perform! You can sing, dance, set fire to your own scalp– whatever it is that your heart desires to do…you know, as long as it's legal!" Wendell and Evander managed to roll their eyes in sync at that last bit that Chris had mentioned, getting them a smirk from him in return.
"The performers are going to end up being judged by our resident talent scout: former DJ, VJ, and rap legend, Grand Master Chef! He'll be showing his approval, or disapproval, of your talents via the Chef-O-Meter!" Chris pointed up, and a wooden spoon with Chef's face in the bowl of it was shown. There were some lights on the handle of the spoon, ranging from red all the way to a bright green color. "Whichever team ends up losing is gonna have to send a camper home tonight, so…you know, maybe don't pick people that don't have any talent! Looking at you, Francis!" Francis shriveled up in his seat while Chris pointed at him and snickered. "So, yeah, good luck to all of you!"
"A talent show? So rudimentary…only the lowest ranking schools and academies would allow such activities to be held on their grounds." Colleen shook her head and waggled her finger at Chris, but did turn to face her team with her own clipboard in hand, "But since we're going to have to do it anyways, it'll only make sense for me to take charge of you miscreants. Obviously, I'll be taking one of the three spots, so I'll only need to pick two of the rest of you."
"Woah, woah, woah, ay! Lady, what kinda of gabagool are you chowing down on to think that you can just be in charge of us like this?" Evander got up from his seat and started walking towards Colleen, trying to jab his finger at her, but she quickly smacked it away with a swift strike from her ruler, leaving him yelping from just how hard that impact was. "Agh! I swear, I'm gonna get my hands on that ruler some day and show you what it's like to be on the receiving end of it!"
"Typical man suggesting that he's going to abuse a woman with a weapon," Roxy grumbled and glared at Evander, but she ended up pausing for a moment in thought. "Though…I suppose it is Colleen that we're talking about. Now I'm just conflicted."
"Evander, if you think there is anyone on our team more fit to be in charge of picking the competitors for this challenge, I would love to hear it." Colleen leered at Evander, who started to open his mouth to speak before she intervened, "And don't even bother saying yourself. We all know that the only talents you would ever accept to be on stage would be silly things like eating pasta and talking with exaggerated vowels."
"Ay- I mean, oo- I mean…ah, you got me there, lady! But that doesn't mean that I want you in charge, nor does anybody else on the team, ya dig?" Evander grumbled some more and went back to sitting down while Colleen looked down at her clipboard.
"Right, whatever you say, neerdowell. I'll at least allow you all a chance to show me what you've got, but don't expect me to sugarcoat anything! I'm going to be blunt and honest with you…if your talent is pathetic, I'll be sure to let you know all about just how pathetic it is." Colleen pointed her ruler at her team, waving it in front of all of their faces before putting it away and looking back down at her clipboard. "Right, then. We'll be going in alphabetical order based on last name. So, Veronica, you'll be first up."
"O-oh…well, I really don't know if that's such an amazing idea…a talent show seems like more of something that people who aren't afraid of their own shadow should compete in." Veronica whimpered as she looked underneath the risers to see her shadow mimicking her in the grass below. She started to hyperventilate before Roxy placed a hand on her shoulder to get her to relax a bit more. "M-maybe we could just skip to the next one? I'm sure they'll do anything a lot better than I can."
"Nonsense, that's not how we do things around here. You could be hiding some amazing talent from us, and in that case, we might just have to eliminate you upon our loss, should we end up losing. So, as I said, it's your turn to perform a talent for us." Colleen glared at Veronica through her glasses, the stern glare being enough to get that scaredy cat scrambling out of her own seat. She went down to the grass and started to rub her arm nervously, looking around as if searching for an escape route of sorts. "Today, Miss Daye."
"I-I'm sorry!" Veronica trembled a bit as she tried to force herself to maintain eye contact with Colleen, whose typical glare was seeming to get much worse than before. When she finally started to move her arm, the impromptu judge held her hand up. "W-what?"
"I've seen enough, nothing that you do is going to be of any interest to Chef when he's judging our performances. You can sit yourself back down and Mr. Donnoley can get up here and show us what he has in store." Colleen checked off a box on her clipboard, and Veronica sheepishly made her way back to the risers to sit next to Roxy, who took her into her arms and patted her on the back of the head.
Confessional
"Y-yeah, it probably was a good idea for Colleen to shut me down before I even started. I can dislocate all of the bones and joints in my body, but…I don't really know how to pop them back into place." Veronica tapped her fingers against her thighs while staring down at her lap. "I-it's like a defense mechanism…I try to make the predators think that I'm too pathetic to eat so they'll just leave me alone."
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"No! No, no no! How can you guys think that that's an apt display of talent? He's just standing there while the birds fly around him, that's nothing!" Annalise barked as she watched Lyle standing in the grass and whistling. His whistle seemed to call a flock of birds to him, and they flew around his head, with a good deal of his teammates clapping for him. Harriett scoffed at Annalise from where she was sitting.
"Well, if you think you can do better than him, I would absolutely love to see what you got." Annalise rolled her eyes at the backpacker, who just walked over to her and pointed right at her face. "No, no backing out, you've got all this confidence, so you've gotta be ready to back it up. Do something amazing."
"Oh, you say that like it's supposed to be a challenge," Annalise snickered and got up from the risers, shoving Lyle aside when she got to where he was. This garnered her some glares from Gene and Harriett, but she didn't seem to mind. She snapped her fingers a few times to get a rhythm for herself, with a mysterious acoustic guitar sound playing around her. Starting with some gentle hip sways, she ended up moving into a more intricate type of dance, something that almost looked like a one-person tango, but with a little more of a salsa influence to it. It was intricate, to say the least, and with how easily she was able to move her body, there really was no arguing against the fact that she was pretty talented. "I'm guessing by the fact that you've all gone silent that you're more than amazed? Never met anyone that wouldn't have been!"
"I-I never said that was amazing!" Harriett snapped back at Annalise, who just grinned at her and danced around her to sit back down on the risers. "Alright, you know how to dance, big whoop! Twenty bucks says that Bobby's got something more interesting than that up his sleeves!"
"Yeah, I got some crusty pork rinds up there, I think. Let me check…" Bobby retracted his arms back into the sleeves of his hoodie, digging around to see if he could find his snacks, only to eventually pull them back out and show that he wasn't holding pork rinds, but moldy cheese curds instead. "Oh…guess I brought the wrong hoodie with me to the show, heheh…whoopsie daisy."
"...You were saying?" Annalise continued to grin at Harriett, who pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Oh, don't act like it's such a bad thing to be impressed by me…it's practically the only normal thing about you at the moment, so you should consider it a pro!"
"Shut up!" Harriett snapped again, and Annalise raised an eyebrow at her, maintaining that grin…though somehow managing to make it look even more smug than before. "Fine, you can do your dance or whatever, but Lyle's still going to perform his bird whistling thing! That's so cool, Chef is bound to like that!"
"Right, and I'm not drop dead gorgeous," Annalise snarked while Peggy nonchalantly flipped through her books pages.
"Well, at least you admit it…" Lukas heard Peggy's backhanded insult and started to tear up while he silently laughed, getting her to laugh dryly along with him.
Confessional
"If there is one person on this Island that I can't stand…aside from Chris…it's Annalise. She's so obsessed with herself, but I can't find a single thing that she's got to be proud of! You should've seen how she was treating Francis the other day!" Harriett winced as she started to recall what had happened. "He was showing her this movie that he really liked, and she shoved the disk entirely into his mouth. I didn't even know his mouth could stretch that wide! Man, it was not a pretty sight…"
"Getting that dweeb's germs off of my hands after the whole disc incident was a major pain in my rear…you'd think he would have the courtesy to not slobber on my hand while I was returning it to him, but noooo, he wanted to be dramatic about it!" Annalise started to wash her hands again while she glared at the camera, "Guess next time I shouldn't give him his things back at all, huh?"
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"You can't do that on the stage! I don't even know how you were able to do it in general, but undo it, for the love of God!" Colleen looked like she was about to barf while Wendell shrugged. He had both of his eyeballs popped out of the sockets, but they were still looking at her like they normally would've been anyways. He took in a deep breath, and they swung back into the sockets they belonged in like yo-yos, mildly impressing Evander, but just leaving everybody else on the team with a sense of disgust. "Let's just try to forget about that wretched display and get on to our next auditioner: Francis."
"Oh, geez, okay, I'll try my best. I mean, I could recite the entire script of pretty much any pop culture hit film, if that's something that you guys wanted to hear." For once, Evander and Colleen came to an agreement, that agreement being to stare at Francis in such a way to let him know that he sounded like a complete moron. "O-okay, fair enough…well, what if I built something? I tinker a lot, so…it usually doesn't take me too long to put things together."
"Oh, oh, oh!" Leslia jolted up from her seat, seeming really excited, "That does seem like it would be pretty cool to watch!"
"That don't sound cool at all," Evander loosely grumbled, with Leslie pausing for a second.
"Yeah, on second thought, that might be a little weird for a talent show." Evander smirked at Leslie and gave her a thumbs up, making her smile grow wider while Francis just looked defeated by everyone's disapproval.
"Yeah, that's cool and all, guys. Well, while you keep doing your auditions, I'm gonna take myself a little hike! Let me know who you end up picking, eh, Colleen?" Wendell waved behind him as he started walking away from his team, pretty much all of which did not pay much attention to him. His walk didn't take him that far away, as his intention was to head over to the Bass' risers, which he did. He ended up sneaking behind them, staying out of sight as best as he could before ultimately snatching Annalise right off of the risers and bringing her closer to the lodge with him.
"Did I not tell you that I hate it when people touch me!?" Annalise slapped Wendell's hands away when they finally got over to their secret meeting place, crossing her arms after and glaring at him. "You'd better have a good reason for coming and bothering me like this, cause I'm livid now."
"Would I ever bother you if I didn't have a good reason behind it?" Wendell smirked at Annalise, who just gave him a blank stare that wiped the smile right off of his face. "Alright, nevermind that…I was just thinking this would be a prime time for us to take care of another threat. Your team is gonna have to lose the challenge, though, if we want things to go as planned."
"It's always getting my team to lose the challenge with you, isn't it?" Annalise groaned and crossed her arms, with Wendell just snickering at her. "Who did you even have in mind this time? Most of those morons aren't threatening in the slightest."
"Maybe they don't seem like it at a glance, but Bobby, Gene, Harriett, Lyle…all four of them would likely vote together in any respect, no? I've seen how they converse among each other, and how they don't particularly care for you. You let a grouping with that sort of voting power stick together, there's no telling how quick you'll be eliminated!" Annalise slowly started to look a bit more convinced by what Wendell was saying, "I noticed that they've got Lyle set to do…whatever it is he does. While you've still got a good chunk of the team not on their side, you oughta do something to make him botch his performance. Get him out of the way now and their vote drops from four to three."
"Alright, I get it, I get it…that still would take a good amount of effort to ensure, though. I don't exactly know what I could do to make him flop. It's not even him that's doing the talent, it's the birds that fly around him!" Annalise tried to argue how difficult it would be, but Wendell quickly thrust a small bottle of strange liquid towards her. "What is that…? Oh, it looks and smells so putrid!"
"Squirrel bait, pretty nasty stuff, you got that right! Splash a bit of it on Lyle, he might just have a squirrel come up and pester him in the middle of his performance. Dump the whole bottle on him…well, I can't imagine he'd be having the time of his life with that sort of squirralage on his back, heheh…" Wendell snickered deviously while Annalise gently took the bottle between two of her fingers, trying not to gag from the horrendous smell. "Oh, relax, would you? Can't make it far if every little thing gets you disgusted."
"This is glorified pee, I think I'm in the right to be disgusted by it." Annalise pinched her nose shut as she tucked the bottle away, taking some deep breaths of fresh air when it was no longer able to be smelled. "I'll get it done just fine, but we'd better have your team lose the next time we need someone out."
"Fine by me, I've got plenty of people that I don't want stickin' round on my team. The hardest part is just making sure that Colleen is still here…having an obvious target always makes it easier to sail through the elimination ceremonies." Wendell grinned and tucked his hands into his pockets as he started walking away from the pageant queen, who sighed and returned to her own team's risers.
Confessional
"If we were to target somebody on my team…maybe somebody like Percival, eh? The guy's got strength, maybe not so much smarts, but strength is enough to keep him out of vote's way. Regardless, Annalise has the more problematic grouping on her team, those four buddies." Wendell whistled while he tossed a rock up into the air and caught it. "When it comes time for teams to disband, there'll be no way to deal with four people all voting for the same person. Gotta start pickin' 'em off now before it's too late."
"There are some people on my team that I'm sure would easily vote for someone when they've screwed up, regardless of friendliness or not. Sure, Wendell has some merit in his plans, but all I have to do is not mess up a challenge and I won't be in any trouble, will I?" Annalise smirked confidently at the camera before suddenly smelling the bait again. "Urk…that scent is absolutely horrid…he'd better repay me well for making me tote this around with me."
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"Alright…color me surprised, Desiree. I didn't think you'd be able to wow us like that!" Harriett clapped as Annalise sat herself back down, with Desiree currently standing in the middle of the crowd and balancing a really large rubber ball on her nose. She bopped it up into the air like a sea lion and raised a single finger to catch it again, getting her even more applause from her teammates. "Wow, that really is pretty amazing! I guess that settles who we're having up there, then? Lyle, Annalise, and Desiree!"
"Oh, this is gonna be more fun than the last talent show that I was a part of! See, it was back in middle school, but the only person that ended up actually performing was me! I was the first one, and I did storytelling, but I guess it made the other performers feel less confident or something. Well, maybe it was because I was telling stories about them, but I don't really get it! They were just fun stories about different things I saw them doing in secret!" Desiree shrugged as some of her teammates nervously looked between each other, with Duke getting up and crossing his arms.
"This is a load of garbage! Why wouldn't you let me, the one and only Dukester, perform in the talent show! I've wowed plenty of crowds with my schtick before!" Duke flexed his muscles and grinned, but soon noticed that everyone was just staring at him like he was kinda pathetic. "Oh, come on! I've got so much talent that I'm practically crapping it out when I walk around!"
"That's just kind of gross," Lukas signed at Duke, who blankly stared at him. "Oh, right…Peggy, can you translate for me?"
"Sure," Peggy turned to Duke with a slight smirk on her face, "Lukas says that your muscles are kind of gross."
"That's not what I said!" Lukas got all flustered while Peggy kept dry laughing at him and Duke glared at the two of them.
"You and your gang signs! You should just talk like a regular person if you want me to understand and respect you, jabroni!" Duke begrudgingly sat back down, with Harriett taking a deep breath.
"Alright…so…no more arguments about who's gonna perform, then?" The backpacker looked between the rest of her team, all of which stayed quiet, bringing a smile to her face. "Alright, then! Well, you three can go practice up your talents before the show! We're gonna be counting on you so we can maybe get a win streak going!"
Confessional
"Our team doesn't really have any sort of good, reliable leadership on it, but…it kinda makes sense. Annalise pretty much hates everyone just for the sake of hating everyone, Elicia practically folds in half under every sort of pressure, Peggy's the only one that can actually understand what Lukas is saying, and Peggy herself is a bit too quiet and keep to herselfy to take charge." Harriett sighed and ran her hand through her hair and sighed deeply, "I guess Duke is enough of a presence to do it…but I'm pretty sure we all know that he just cares about making himself look impressive over anything else. I have no problem leading us, though! I took leadership classes in school to prepare for such an occasion, anyways!"
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"This is just wonderful…juuuuust wonderful," Colleen groaned while she looked over her clipboard, which had checkmarks on "no" boxes for every member of her team aside from herself. "Veronica, I don't know what you were planning to do, but it wasn't going to be good enough anyways. Wendell, your talent is absolutely disgusting, and you should be ashamed of yourself for even presenting that to us. Francis would just be boring everyone's ears off if he was on the stage. Hellen, reciting random facts about things isn't a talent, that's just what you do every day. Roxanne, rattling off all the reasons you hate men in song form isn't really a talent either. Leslie…your sugar rush athletics are mildly entertaining, so I may change you to a maybe. Which leaves Percival, whose talent is too close to mine, and Evander, who is Evander."
"Ay, there you go again, trying to bust my steez! Lady, you need to stop hating on me cause you ain't me!" Evander got up from his seat and angrily punched a jukebox, which quickly turned on and shifted stations until it was playing hits from the sixties. "I'm tellin' ya, the people are absolutely gaga for this stuff! Besides, what talent do you have anyways? Being annoying in E-Minor?"
"Oh, that was just hilarious…for the record, my talent is wood carving." Colleen spoke proudly of herself while the rest of the team just stared at her annoyedly. "I guarantee that it'll score the highest on our whole team, just you watch. I've never been wrong about my own success, anyways."
"Either way, you've still gotta pick somebody as the third talent. I say just have me go up there so we can be team girl power. Better than having one of the boys up there," Roxy sneered at the boys of her team, all of which rolled their eyes in unison and tried to ignore her.
"Are you going to do something that would get a better reaction from Chef? He's not going to be impressed by what you've shown to us already." Colleen tapped her clipboard with her ruler, while Roxy got up and cracked her knuckles.
"Sure, I could probably whip something up that's a bit more interesting to the patriarchy, I might just vomit a little bit after the show." Colleen waited for Roxy to start doing something, but the man hater just turned away and started to walk back to the Gopher girls' cabin.
"Where are you going? Walking away from an audition isn't really much of a talent either," Colleen grumbled, with Roxy waving her hand back at her and continuing to strut away.
"Yeah, I get that, try to maybe unwedge your bloomers from your ass for a second and just let me go get my props, would you?" Evander chuckled at Roxy's jab at Colleen, which had the stern lady searing where she stood.
Confessional
"I wish there was any sort of competency on my team, but that really would be too much to ask for, wouldn't it? Besides, I suppose if everyone on my team used their brains all the time, there would be no need for me to whip them into shape." Colleen lightly wiped the lenses of her glasses with a cleaning rag before putting them back on her head. "But having just one other person that doesn't act like a complete imbecile would be nice. No matter, I'll just have to deal with it for now."
"Colleen practically has a stick up her ass wherever she goes…explains why she's always gettin' all snappy with me and the others." Evander punched a jukebox as he spoke, changing the playing channel with each punch until it got back to the sixties music that he was playing before. "Guess it makes sense that she wouldn't be appreciative of my talent! It's more for people that actually like fun…and that don't wear pants suits every day."
"How provocative am I allowed to be? It's a PG-Thirteen show, right? I can probably afford to be a little dirty…hmmmm…" Roxy tapped at her chin with a riding crop before tossing it behind her. "Alright, maybe not that provocative…I don't want any of the men getting any funny ideas."
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The sun had finally gone down on Camp Wawanakwa, leaving the only source of light as the spotlight that was currently shining down on the stage. Chris walked onto the stage in a tel tuxedo with a red bowtie, which he adjusted before ending up in front of a microphone that was smackdab in the spotlight. He cleared his throat before it, opening his mouth to say something, but he actually just spritzed some fresh scent into his mouth. After smacking his lips a few times, he opened his mouth again, but this time gurgled some mouthwash, the sound of which played loudly through the microphone. He spit that out onto the grass, and finally looked like he was ready to speak.
"Gooooooood evening ladies and gentlecampers! As you all know, I'm Chris McLean, and I'm here to welcome you to the first ever Camp Wawanakwa talent show! We've got six talented contestants all lined up backstage, ready to perform their wacky skills and shows for your enjoyment, well, mainly Chef's enjoyment, but I guess you can all be allowed to enjoy it, too." Chris snickered to himself, with none of the campers that were still in the risers laughing along with him. "Right…anyways, first up is gonna be a camper from the Killer Bass! She's spunky and sassy, everybody, give it up for Annalise!"
"Alright, time to wow that whole crowd…try not to feel too ashamed when I score higher than all of you will, alright?" Annalise smirked at the other five performers, some of them glaring at her while she walked onto the stage. The spotlight was welcoming to her, and when she snapped her fingers, a fine dancing tune started to play, cueing her to start doing that immaculate dance that she was doing before. The Screaming Gophers couldn't help but murmur to themselves as they watched her dash all around the amphitheater, never missing a beat in her step. She thought to herself as she danced.
"Heh, this is just too easy! Wendell just better hope that me performing alone isn't enough to get our team the win tonight!" Annalise snickered to herself, doing a backflip on the stage, which knocked the jar of squirrel bait out of her dress. It fell onto her shoe and shattered, though nobody heard the noise coming from it over the music. However, she could almost immediately smell it, and the scent was so powerful that it made her gag and stop dancing. The music came to a screeching halt, and she fell to her knees, vomiting off the side of the stage.
"What's happening to her up there? S-she's gonna be okay, right?" Elicia looked nervous as she got up from the risers to go check on her, but before she could start walking towards the stage, she was swept off of her feet by an army of oncoming squirrels. "H-holy squirrels!"
"S-squirrels?" Annalise weakly raised her head to see what was coming for her, her eyes going wide before she let out a shrill scream at the top of her lungs. She got up and started running, with the squirrels chasing after her, Elicia still being carried by them. This left Chris to return to the now empty stage, a grin on his face.
"Well, let's see what Chef thought about that performance!" Chris looked above him, and the Chef-O-Meter flashed with only two lights on it. "A solid two out of ten! Really good start, Bass! We'll have Leslie from the Screaming Gophers performing next, so if I were you guys, I'd pray that she does even worse than that!"
Confessional
"I…hate…squirrels…" Annalise was covered in scratches and squirrel poop, wobbling back and forth before slamming her face on the camera when she fell forward.
"J-just my luck, I try to help my teammate, and I get carried all the way to the lake by an army of squirrels…" Elicia groaned as she wrung an immense amount of water out of her hair, "I guess they at least didn't really attack me other than that, so it's not all bad."
"Leave it to Annalise to screw up my otherwise perfect plan. Well, no matter, if we lose her tonight, we lose her tonight. I can always find another ally in someone else." Wendell shrugged his shoulders with a devious smile forming on his face.
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"Alright, alright, alright! So, guys, my talent is…well, it's…it's…I can't really explain it well! I'm just gonna have to show you! And to do that, I have this!" Leslie reached behind her back and whipped out an industrial-sized bag of sugar, holding it up proudly while members of the crowd watched her closely. She ripped it open at the top, and started to pour all of the sugar straight into her mouth, not even missing a single grain. In an impressively short time, she managed to finish all of the sugar, tossing the bag aside and standing completely still. Everyone continued to watch, wondering what was going to come next, until her body started to twitch inadvertently.
"I sure hope all that sugar isn't going to make her fall ill," Percival leaned over to whisper to Evander, who just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"S-s-s…SUGAR RUSH!" Leslie burst off of the ground like a rocket on its way to Mars, bouncing all around through the air at speeds that just made her look like a blur. Everyone's eyes tried to track her movement, but this just ended up making people feel really dizzy, even making Annalise vomit for the second time. After a minute of bouncing around, she came to a full rest in the middle of the stage…a literal rest. She was completely passed out, snoring pleasantly while everyone just stared at her in wonder. Chris shuffled onto the stage while some random intern swooped in to carry her backstage again.
"Well, whaddya think of that? I've heard of some pretty nasty sugar rushes in my day, but I've never seen anything quite like that before!" Chris chuckled and shook his head before looking up to see the Chef-O-Meter with five lights brightened this time, "Looks like Chef approves of this one a lot more than the last! Big shocker, right? Well, there's still four people left to perform, so anything could happen! To follow it up, let's bring out Lyle from the Killer Bass! Try to score some points, nature freak!"
"Alright! I just hope all my bird friends are ready, won't really be able to accomplish anything without them!" Lyle reached for a flute from his pocket, and some birds instinctively flew down to perch themselves on his shoulders and head. At the same time, he looked over to see Desiree, who didn't have her ball with her, "Desiree, where's your prop? How are you gonna perform without it?"
"Huh? Oh, don't worry about it, I just changed out my prop since I can really do my talent with any object, doesn't have to be a ball! That reminds me of the one kid from my school, Gary! He lost his balls once! I tried to get the rest of the school to help look for them, but he just got really embarrassed and never came back to school after that. I really don't get people sometimes." Desiree shrugged, having not realized that Lyle had already snuck away from her in the middle of her rambling. "Oh…good luck out there!"
Confessional
"I've noticed that a lot of the people on my team really don't stick around for a lot of my stories and chats, which I really don't understand at all! I'm just trying to make some more friends, but it just seems like they don't wanna be friends with me!" Desiree smiled at the camera, her eye twitching ever so slightly. "It's alright, it's okay! I ALWAYS make people be my friends one way or another!"
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Lyle was just about to finish up with his flute melody, playing it in such a way that had the birds flocking around his head and seemingly dancing in synchronization. When he finally played the final note, they came to a rest in his ratty nest of hair, and he smiled out at the crowd. It started as a small smile, but when he saw Gene, Harriett, and Bobby all applauding him ferociously, it stretched out pretty wide. Chris approached him and put a hand around his shoulder, though he kept his eyes on the birds that were looking at him like he was some sort of menace.
"Gotta say, that was definitely a lot better than your last teammate! But it doesn't really matter what I think…for once. We need to see what Chef thought about your talent!" Chris and Lyle both looked up to see the Chef-O-Meter with an astounding eight lights brightly lit up, which had most of the Killer Bass hollering excitedly.
"Go Lyle, go Lyle!" Gene started to do a little shimmying dance, but it almost immediately made him start sweating like a madman, and he sat himself right back down. "T-that's enough movement for the night…"
"Well, that brings the score for the Killer Bass up to ten, five points more than the Screaming Gophers have! But if our next contestant scores at least a five, things are gonna get way more intense!" Chris chuckled and shoved Lyle off of the stage so fast that the birds were left propelled in the air before realizing that the boy was gone. "I know how much we all love this lady, so I'm sure we're gonna love her talent just as much! Come on out, Colleen!" Chris gestured to the side of the stage before his eyes went wide. A shadow loomed over the stage, and he made a run for it just before a full tree came crashing down onto the stage floor. After the shockwave it emitted knocked a couple of people down, Colleen finally walked out into sight.
"Hm…" She leered out at the members of the crowd, specifically at those who had just fallen down from the tree. "Stand to attention or sit your rear ends back down, children. You're not allowed to relax until the talent show is over, do I make myself clear?" Those who had fallen down took it as a joke, kind of chuckling, which made a vein pop in her forehead. "I said…no…relaxing!" She slowly raised her hand up, before slamming it down in a karate chop to split the tree perfectly in two. This struck fear into the meak, who quickly scrambled back to their seats, bringing a fraction of a smile to her face.
"Very well, then. My talent is wood carving…I'm exceptional at it, I'll have you know." Colleen reached both of her hands down, grabbing half of the tree in each hand and lifting them up with no issue whatsoever. Duke practically fainted at the display of pure strength, with Evander glaring beams at her through his shades. With a swift motion, she launched the two tree halves up into the air, watching them carefully from where she stood. They slowly started to come falling down, and in another single movement, she swung her hands out to karate chop them both at the same time. They cracked all over until most of the tree shattered and withered to dust, leaving only two sculptures behind: one of Chris and one of Chef. The sculptures landed next to Colleen, who was now nonchalantly dusting her hands off with a handkerchief. "As I said…exceptional."
"T-that…certainly was something, Colleen!" Chris gulped nervously and took himself back to the stage, where he was looking at the sculpture of himself. "Hey, you know, this looks pretty good! But let me bring in my friend who's a wood carving expert. Chef, how many points would you value these sculptures at?" He slowly glanced up to see what the Chef-O-Meter had to say about the talent, and it was a resounding seven points, something that had Colleen angrily furrowing her brow. "Best I can do is seven points, Colleen! That puts your team two points ahead of the Killer Bass!"
Confessional
"Seven points…seven points. SEVEN POINTS!?" Colleen let out a powerful shout and sent a karate chop into the side of the confessional wall, which cut straight through it. She breathed heavily for a few seconds before managing to calm down and dusting her hand off again. "My apologies for that outburst…it was rather childish of me. And I've had far more than enough of the childish outbursts of my teammates, I needn't add to it."
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"Looks like it's my time to shine, isn't it?" Desiree snickered, holding something behind her back as she waddled onto the stage like a cute, little penguin. Her teammates stared at her in silence, wondering where her ball was, just as Lyle had before. "Okay, hi! So, you all know me, you know, your gurl, Desiree! I'm here to perform one of my all time favorite talents for you! Lockpicking!"
"Lockpicking?" Peggy slowly glanced up at the stage from the book that she was reading, immediately gasping when she saw Desiree holding something up proudly for the world to see. "She…did…not…"
"I got this super secret book from my good friend, Peggy! I'm gonna get it all unlocked for you in the matter of seconds, using only my bare hands!" Desiree started to snicker as she dropped Peggy's diary down to the stage floor, raising her foot up as high as she could before slamming her heel down on the lock, busting right open. "Okay, I guess it wasn't barehanded, but shoefooted! Either way, still seconds!" She snickered some more and picked the book up from the ground, starting to flip it open and read through some of the pages until Peggy came running onto the stage, looking about ready to murder someone. "Uh oh! Looks like my time on stage is up, folks! Toodles!"
"Get back here, Desiree!" Peggy shouted at the gossip girl as she fluttered away in the wind, chasing after her and shaking her fist, leaving Chris to take his place back on the stage.
"Not what I would've expected from Desiree as a talent, but I honestly never really expected her to have any talent to begin with! Chef, whaddya think? Did she do a good job?" Chris took another glance above, seeing that the Chef-O-Meter had another eight points. "Eight points! That puts the Killer Bass' final score at an astounding eighteen points! The Screaming Gophers currently have twelve, so their final performer will have to get at least a seven to take the win!"
Confessional
"Meh, it was definitely a fun few pages to read, mostly her just writing about how much she hates everybody and their mother. Definitely worth the black eye!" Desiree grinned and pointed to her now swollen left eye, not at all looking upset by how bad it was.
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"That wasn't cool, Desiree," Harriett crossed her arms as she stared down at Desiree, who innocently shrugged her shoulders back at her. "Peggy's got enough to be insecure about as is, she doesn't need you breaking into her diary in front of the whole world."
"Gee, thanks, muscles," Peggy glared at Harriett while she and Lukas were working to try and fix the horribly broken lock.
"Maybe it wasn't cool to you, but it seemed to be cool enough for Chef! I got us a whole bunch of points so, you know, you're welcome! I accept tips for good performances like that, if you were gonna ask!" Desiree suddenly pulled out a hat and held it out for everyone to put money in, but nobody actually did it. "Suit yourselves!"
"Alright, everybody! We've just got one final performer for our talent show, and the pressure is really setting in. I figure it may just be sayonara for her if she doesn't bust out something pretty crazy!" Chris laughed evilly before starting to cough up a lung, "Ugh…anyways, give it up for Roxy, everybody!" He scurried off the stage, and the spotlight suddenly shut off entirely, seeming to short circuit, leaving everybody confused. There were some mixed murmurs among the crowd, which is when some red lights lit up along the stage floor, with fog forming around the figure of one lady.
"O-oh…oh my goodness…" Veronica stared at the stage, her nose starting to drip small drops of blood before she wobbled backwards and passed out.
"What on Earth does she think she's wearing!? That's just…vile!" Colleen's face went horribly red from the mixed embarrassment of her own teammate and anger.
"Would ya quit your griping for five seconds? That ain't vile, it's hot!" Evander grinned, with a sleepy Leslie frowning after she heard him say that. The camera trailed back to the stage, showing that Roxy wasn't wearing her typical dress, but a leather corset, black leggings, and black rubber boots that went all the way up to the middle of her thighs. On top of her head, there was a leather hat, one that somewhat resembled something that a prison guard would be wearing. This just left what was in her hands, being the riding crop that she had from earlier. She slapped it against her palm, cueing some music to start playing while she seductively walked towards the end of the stage.
"Lucky, lucky boy…he got married to a girl like me…he'd kick me out if he ever, ever knew…'bout all the shhh I tell you that I do." Roxy smirked and cracked the crop against the stage floor, leaving a mark in it and getting some of the boys in the crowd to swoon over her. "Dirty, dirty me…I know everyone is talking on the scene…you'll hear 'em whisperin' 'bout the places that I've been…and how I don't know how to keep my business clean…" She raised the crop into the air, causing the lights to flare up way brighter than before, "Daddy don't know mommy's getting hot, at the body shop, doing something unholy! I sat back while she's droppin' it, she be poppin' it, yeah, she put it down slowly!" With her final word, fireworks burst from the stage, and the spotlight finally came back to light her up. Chris slowly came back to the stage, all flustered as he tried not to look at Roxy.
"W-well…not something I really expected to see tonight…guess all of you campers are really chock full of interesting talents, tonight. Chef, what'd you think?" Chris nervously glanced up, a grin forming when he saw the full bar lit up on the Chef-O-Meter. "It looks like the Screaming Gophers have gotten a full ten points from Chef, which means…they win tonight's talent show contest!" The Screaming Gophers started to cheer, with Roxy running back over to join them. She immediately grabbed Veronica from where she was passed out, hoisting her up. The scaredy cat woke up for a second, but when she saw Roxy again, her nose spouted more blood and she passed out again. "As for the Killer Bass, they'll be taking a trip to the bonfire ceremony, pronto!"
Confessional
"The plan didn't work, and I ended up looking like a fool! But, if there's one thing I know…it's that fear of something can be rallied pretty easily. Like the fear of one of your own teammates being able to easily steal things from you!" Annalise managed to smirk, despite the squirrel-related injuries that she sustained.
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It was pretty late in the night at this point, and the Killer Bass had taken their seats at the bonfire ceremony. To no shock, Harriett, Bobby, Gene, and Lyle sat together in the middle of the seating arrangement, each of them chatting together and generally having a good time. Annalise, who was near the far edge of the seats, glared at the four of them, though they paid her no mind. Lukas was still trying to fix the lock on Peggy's diary, while Peggy herself was leering at an innocently smiling Desiree. Duke thought that he was lifting a dumbbell to work out, but it turned out that he just had Elicia by her ponytail and was really aggressively yanking on it while she desperately yelped for someone to help her. As far as things went for Chris, he was standing at the podium with a platter of nine marshmallows.
"Alright, Killer Bass, you had a one challenge break from eliminations, but you're back for the second time now! Guess you guys really should've tried being more talented, but I guess someone's gotta suck so someone else can thrive, right?" Chris snickered after he taunted the group, all of which just seemed annoyed with him. "Anyways, we know how this works. You've cast your votes to eliminate whoever you've decided doesn't really belong here anymore! I'm gonna call out names…if you hear your name being called, it means that you're safe…for now. The camper that doesn't get their name called and receive a marshmallow will be out of the game, having to walk the Dock of Shame to catch the Boat of Losers to never come back…ever! The first safe contestant is…Lyle!"
"Woohoo!" Lyle excitedly clicked his heels together as Chris flicked a marshmallow over to him. He tried to eat it, but the birds from before swooped in and snatched it from him, leaving him with nothing. "Aw…alright, I guess fair payment for a job well done…"
"Also safe tonight, we have…Duke…Elicia…" With each name that Chris called, he passed out another marshmallow, grinning wider and wider with the less remaining contestants there were. "...Gene…Bobby…Harriett…Lukas…annnnnnd…Peggy!" These names all being called only left one marshmallow on the platter, with both Annalise and Desiree anxiously staring at it. "Annalise, I'm not really sure what you did exactly, but you botched your talent by letting a bunch of squirrels attack you! Not to mention the vomiting…that was pretty nasty, too. Desiree, you breached your teammate's trust by breaking into her private diary in front of the world! Who knows if they can trust you now? But…the last marshmallow of the night goes to…"
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"...Annalise! Desiree, looks like you'll have to find another group of people to talk the ears off of!" Annalise sighed in relief as she was passed the final marshmallow, with Desiree silently rising from her seat. "...Just silence? Nothing to say? You always have something to say!"
"I'm just so disappointed in everybody that I'm at a complete loss for words! …Alright, maybe not a complete loss for words, because Lukas would be the one that's with a complete loss for words! But, still, I'm pretty peeved! Even more peeved than Peevy Pete! He had this disorder that made it so he couldn't really control his bowels, so I had to tell everyone so they would know why he always smells so bad! It made him pretty mad every time he heard someone talking about it, which was how I gave him that nickname!" Desiree seemed to forget about all her anger, as she went into a tangent while walking towards the Boat of Losers. "Also kinda reminds me of Sassy Stephen! See, the problem with Stephen is that he had this obsession with sitting in the water and pretending to be a duck, so you know I just had to tell everybody because…I mean, come on, it was just so funny to watch! Well, I guess he didn't care much for that, because…" Her voice finally started to trail off when the boat departed from the dock, allowing Chris to sigh in relief.
"Finally…I thought my ears were actually gonna fall off just now." Chris shook his head and looked at the camera with a grin. "It wasn't really a close vote, but still pretty intense! Four campers have left, eighteen remain! Which will be the next to crumble? Find out, next time, on Total…Drama…Island!"
*Songs Used: Unholy by Sam Smith
*Votes: Desiree - Annalise, Duke, Elicia, Harriett, Gene, Lyle, Bobby, Lukas, Peggy; Annalise - Desiree
*Eliminations:
*Rolf Dusset, the Food Blogger - 22nd
*Josef Oakley, the Intense Paranoiac - 21st
*Claudia McNellan, the Prim and Proper - 20th
* Desiree Hoover, the No-Filter Drama Spiller - 19th