"Last time on Total Drama," Chris recapped, "The contestants experienced every pit-fall Peru could put forward. They visited some ancient landmarks, hung out with the locals, and Phoebe kept her animal curse alive by whacking some weary monkeys. Someone's feelings were hurt, and something really weird happened; Team Victory had a victory! Twelve contestants, five million dollars, more exotic locales to destroy right here on Total...Drama...World Tour!" A red balloon floated near the plane.

(cue commercial)

In first class, Phoebe was poking some eggs with her fork when the eggs jumped off. "I'm so relaxed," Dakota sighed as Lucas painted her toenails. "My brain might fall asleep if this keeps up."

"I'm glad you're happy, at least," Lucas commented. "It's a mess in loser class right now."

"I heard rumor that Gwen and Trent's little love boat struck an iceberg. That's so sad! I'd hate for something like that to happen to Sam and me."

"I'm far from a romantic advisor, but I suggest that the two sit down and talk out what's wrong."

"I'll have to let them know that." Dakota then took a whiff. "Yuck!" she gagged. "What's that smell?"

"My meatless bacon and eggs-alike breakfast," Phoebe explained as the eggs slithered past Dakota and Lucas. "I'm never hurting another animal again."

"So now you're a vegan?"

"That would be a sad life for me," Lucas commented. Team Chris and Team Amazon were seated in loser class. "I'm glad Dakota's team won the last challenge," Sam sighed, "But her being up in first class and me being back here...it sucks."

"I feel the same way when I'm split apart from Desi for too long," Greg told him.

"You mean that nutcase from Island and Action?" Echo scoffed.

"Desi's not a nutcase!"

"I suggest you watch it," Sol warned, "Or I might sic my sister on you. Speaking of which, where is Luna?"

"She told me she was gonna use the bathroom," Topher replied.

"Well, she lied to your face," Echo sneered, "Because she went towards the cockpit to talk with Chef." Sol, Sam, Greg, Topher and Samey gave shocked gasps. Suddenly, the plane began to shake. "What's happening?!" Courtney shouted.

"We're going down!" Greg panicked. Luna was pressing some buttons in the cockpit. "Oh, this one!" she exclaimed as the plane did a 360. "Ooh, no, this one!"

"Girl, stop that," Chef ordered. The plane took a nosedive, then suddenly went upwards and did a spiral before leveling out. "Solstice having trouble with his team?" Echo taunted. Sol looked around and saw Greg in a birdcage while Topher and Sam were in the luggage compartment. "You're not gonna get rid of me this time around," he told her.

"At least I'm not distracted by something as repulsive as romance," Echo argued. "Whenever Spareamy's around, you stumble like a moose on roller skates."

"Her name's Sammy! And you're in no position to talk. Just look at your team." He pointed to Gwen sniffling as Courtney passed her a tub of vanilla ice cream. "This should help ease the heartbreak a bit," Courtney said. "Nothing says 'sadness' more than vanilla." Gwen kept crying as she started to eat the ice cream by the handful. "You need to get it together, Gwen!" Samey firmly told her as she walked over.

"No, don't," Echo countered as she joined the group. "She's better this way."

"Let's go," Courtney decided as she dragged Gwen away, with Echo and Samey following behind. Sol watched them head out of sight. "All clear," he whispered to the luggage compartment. Trent, now as a mouse, popped his head out.

Confessional: Sol (Team Chris Is Really Really Ghost Pepper Hot) and Trent (Team Amazon)

"Chris is the one who played that video," Trent began as he hid behind Sol. "So why do I feel like a total schmuck?"

"You tried to vote off your girlfriend," Sol informed him.

"She was just using me for stuff, and yet..."

"How much longer are you gonna keep this up? I have enough problems without you venting to me."

"All done," Trent sighed as he popped up from behind Sol. "Hey, did you know you have a little rip on the seam near-?"

"OUT!" Sol snapped as he pointed to the door.

End Confessional

"This is your captain speaking," Luna announced over the intercom. "If you look out your window, you'll get to see what happens when a plane does a somersault." She giggled, leaving Greg and Topher worried. "Gimme that!" Chef yelled over the intercom. There was a strange noise. "Uh, y'all might wanna hang onto something heavy," Chef advised. Trent, Greg and Topher were clutching onto Sam as they screamed with fear. "Soy muy joven para morir!" Lucas shouted as he lay on the floor of first class while Dakota and Phoebe clutched each other in fear. Even Echo had a look of terror as she and the rest of Team Amazon braced for impact. Sol, however, just had a look of indifference. The plane did a somersault in the river before floating to a stop by the Louvre. Luna's seat was ejected and bobbed in the water. "So much FUN!" she squealed before sinking.

"You said we were landing at the Eiffel Tower," Chris said as he entered the cockpit.

"And you said you was gonna replace that curtain with a locked door!" Chef countered.

"That wouldn't have helped much," Sol told them as he peeked in.

"I didn't exactly get a chance to prep my introduction," Chris began as everyone stood at the entrance to the Louvre, "What with the unexpected landing and all. I'm just gonna give the highlights. France, city of love, art gallery, filler, lots of artwork, priceless, priceless, artwork."

"Paris!" Dakota squealed. "The fashion capital of the world! This is a dream come true! Plus, the romantic setting is just perfect for Sam and me!"

"Your knight in eight bit armor is here," Sam chuckled.

"Aw, you're like Mario and I'm...um, Zelda, is that right?"

"Close enough," Greg shrugged with a smile. Echo just gagged at the sight. "Maybe we can go shopping together," Dakota suggested to Sam. However, Chris pinched her mouth shut. "There's no time for shopping," he told her. "The first challenge is about to start. Everyone, inside the 'Loave'!"

"Uh, I believe you mean Louvre," Courtney corrected.

"Whatever. Go already!" Chef and Lucas wheeled in a large crate. "Challenge time, kids!" Chris announced. "Each team gets their very own famous sculpture. Team Victory, yours is Rodin's The Thinker. Chris Is Really Really Ghost Pepper Hot, you guys get The Venus de Milo."

"Venus," Greg noted as he held the photo, "The Roman Goddess of Love."

"But it's just a marble statue," Sol scoffed. "It pales in comparison to the beauty that is...Sammy. Like a weeping willow blowing in the summer breeze, with blooms the color of the setting sky, soft as the freshest cotton and as sweet as..." Echo suddenly puked, getting it on Sol's face. "AH, PUKE!" he cried out.

"Calm down, Lover Boy," Chris told him. "Amazons, you ladies get the Statue of David. Here's how it works. It's up to you guys to find your statue hidden somewhere in the Lou-ver-re."

"Well, that shouldn't be too hard," Courtney assured Echo and Trent. "The statues are big, plus I'm amazing at reading brochure maps."

"About that...Chef has broken the statues into pieces and hidden them. First team to find their pieces, race to the pyramid court and reassemble them wins."

"But The Thinker isn't located in the Louvre," Greg corrected, "And the Statue of David isn't even in France."

"Well, we're not using the actual statues. Those are priceless. Chef made some fake ones, right?" Chef had a look of concern. "Uh, Chef?" Lucas asked. Chef ran off, knocking the intern over. "Right in the spleen," Lucas groaned.

"I almost forgot the twist-twist," Chris added as he pulled out a remote. "Here's your motivation." The crate opened, releashing Sasquatchanakwa, a bear with a chainsaw and the seal from the Yukon. "Aw, look, Phoebe," Dakota gushed. "It's that baby seal from the Yukon." The seal growled at Phoebe, making her jump into Dakota's arms with fright. "I'd start running," Chris recommended. Team Chris ran from Sasquatchanakwa, Team Amazon ran from the bear with the chainsaw and Team Victory ran from the baby seal. "I don't want to be yeti food!" Sam yelled out.

"I've got an idea," Topher told him. "Watch this." He held up his hand. "Who wants the ball?" he told the yeti, making him act like a dog. "You want it? Go get it!" He tossed the imaginary ball away, and the yeti chased after it. "Now how'd you learn that?" Sol wondered.

"I had to work with dogs to get a part in a commercial," Topher explained. "Didn't get the part, but I picked up a trick or two."

"Let's go," Echo ordered to the rest of Team Amazon as she carried a piece of their statue. "I'm not letting Solstice's team of guys beat us to the pyramid court. Find the rest of this thing and make it quick." Gwen noticed a statue of two people together and teared up. Courtney tried to comfort her, to no avail. Trent noticed her crying on the floor, but before he could do anything, the bear raised its chainsaw up.

Dakota was carrying most of the statue pieces while Phoebe had a tiny piece. "Man, these things are heavy," Dakota groaned, "Even with my new strength. Do you think-? Could you maybe-? Phoebe?"

"Sorry," Phoebe apologized. "I'll help carry a few." Dakota passed a few pieces to her. "Maybe after we win," she told her, "We can go shopping. The clothes here come in cute striped boxes, and honestly, your outfit does need a bit of sprucing up."

"I don't wanna win, Dakota," Phoebe argued. "I wanna go home and stop my campaign of animal pain."

"Don't talk like that. It sounds like you're giving up. I know things will look up for you." Phoebe took a glance around when she gave a gasp. "An Egyptian exhibit?" she thought. "Maybe there's an answer in there."

"I can see where this is heading," Dakota realized with a smirk. "Hand the pieces over. I'll get the challenge done while you look."

"Thanks, buddy!" Phoebe passed her pieces to Dakota before running off.

"We've got quite a few pieces," Sol noted as he and Sam carried a statue piece. "But we have to pick up the pace if we wanna avoid-" He turned and noticed Luna had her head in the American Gothic painting. "That's a priceless piece of work!" Greg scolded. "Get out of there!" Luna just made some funny faces. "What now?" Greg wondered.

"I've got more smashed statue pieces than you!" Sol boasted. "I'm gonna win Put Together!"

"Nuh-uh!" Luna pouted. "The only one winning is LUNA!" She hopped backwards, away from the boys. "She hates losing," Sol explained, "Especially to moi."

Echo, Trent and Courtney clutched each other as they screamed with fright. The bear drew closer when his chainsaw stalled. As he tried to rev it up again, Gwen was still crying as Samey stood near her. "You put Gwen into this mess," Courtney sternly told Trent, "So you better fix things now!" Trent walked over to Gwen but Samey stopped him. "I'm not letting you make things worse," Samey declared. "BEAT IT!"

"As much as I want to watch Heartbreak Theatre," Echo stated, "I have a challenge to win. Have fun!" She giggled as she and Courtney walked off. Trent heard the bear growling at her, Samey and Gwen. "Snap out of it, Gwen!" Trent cried out. "We have bear troubles!"

"Why should she listen to you, Mister Votes-Out-His-Girlfriend?!" Samey whipped back. Gwen kept crying, moving the bear to tears. Trent took this opportunity to drag her and Samey to safety. The bear pulled out a photo of him and a female bear together, making him frown.

Team Chris saw their last piece was guarded by lasers. "How to get that last piece..." Sam thought.

"Greg's the only one small enough to twist through the lasers," Sol reasoned.

"Looks like the dancing skills I picked up from Desi will come in use," Greg noted as he stretched his arms.

"Make it fast," Topher warned him. "I don't think the imaginary ball trick will fool the yeti a second time." He tossed the imaginary ball. "BALL!" Luna exclaimed as she ran after it.

"So," Greg thought, "I just move and-" He touched a laser with his finger, zapping it. "OW!"

"Looks like things have taken a shocking turn for our contestants," Chris chuckled as he and Chef watched the scene from a monitor room. "Electrifying, wouldn't you say?" Chef groaned at the bad pun. "Too cheesy?" Chris asked.

"Maybe," Chef replied.

"We'll be right back."

(cue commercial)

Gwen was still in tears. "Will you please listen?" Trent told her. "I voted for you because you were using me and...this is coming out wrong. Look, I'll get you whatever you want."

"La-la-la-la-la," Samey cut in. "Is someone talking?"

"Any particular reason you're zoning Trent out?" Sol asked as he walked over.

"La-la-la-LA-LA-LA-LA!" Sol was knocked over by Samey's voice. "Mmm, what a woman!" he gushed.

"Hi," Chris greeted as he walked over to Sol and Trent. "My name is Chris and I'm the host of the show. Hey, did you know you're on it right now and supposed to be doing a challenge?"

"Gwen's mad at me," Trent admitted.

"Aw...don't care."

"I have to get her to stop crying, and Samey isn't helping matters."

"Still don't care."

"Her name's Sammy, Trent," Sol corrected. "Get it right or get gone!"

"Will you butt out?" Samey demanded.

"Butt out? I'm trying to help you out here!"

"Why should you care, you little-?" Ding-ding! "Hey, you know what that means?" Chris asked with a grin. "Time to sing! Or you're off my show!"

"Wait," Trent begged, "It's a bad time to-"

"That might be the best thing I've heard all day," Gwen cut in. "You in, Sammy?"

"Let's start this, sister," Samey answered. Some upbeat music started to play. "I love Paris in the springtime," Gwen began as she and Samey danced inside a painting.

"Je t'amie Paris in the fall," Samey added.

"Keep going, girls!" Trent encouraged.

"It's the city of love in the summer," Samey continued.

"But now," Gwen sang, "It's a bummer, 'cause..."

"Trent and Sol broke our hearts and chewed it up and spit it out," the duo chorused as they painted over a poirtrait of Trent and Sol, "And then stepped on it and threw it down a sewer and called it names and then laughed!"

"Oh, they be mad," Sol gulped as he and Trent watched them.

"Oui, my friends," Gwen sang as she and Samey were in another painting, "You must never trust a boy!"

"Oui, my friends," Samey added as the two swung on swings, "They will treat you like a toy!"

"Oui, my friends," the duo continued, "They will..." They took a breath. "Break your heart and chew it up and spit it out and step on it and throw it down a sewer and call it names, and then laugh!" Samey and Gwen flung a piece of statue towards Sol and Trent. "Wait up!" Trent called out as he and Sol ran. "Gwen!" The statue pieces hit Sol, but Trent changed into a cobra and dodged it. "Oui, my friend," Sam sang, "You are gonna make it through."

"How, my friend?"

Greg asked while in-between the lasers. "The thing burned off my shoe!" He yelped as a laser went through his pants. Chef did a little tap dance as Echo and Courtney looked on. "Finish it off, Gwen!" Samey rallied.

"Oui, my friends," Gwen sang, "All I did was love him true!"

"Trent, what are you doing?" Courtney demanded.

"I'm trying!" Trent snapped back.

"Oui, my friends," Gwen continued, "Now I'm stuck telling you..." She took another breath. "If your brother dares you to audition for a show, and then get on the show and then end up falling in love with a boy and be kind as can be to him, you will still..." She did a kicking dance. "We end up in Paris," Gwen finished, "Oui, I feel disparaisse, and the boy won't even take you OUTSIDE!"

"That's it?" Sol wondered. "Do it, Trent!"

"Okay, okay!" Trent gave in. "Fine! Let's go, Gwen." He led Gwen outside.

"Let's put the pieces over here!" Greg told his teammates as they carried their pieces over.

"Come on, girls!" Echo rallied. "The boys won't know what hit them!" Both teams put their statue pieces in one pile. "Hey!" Courtney complained. "You got some of your Venus in our David!"

"AHH!" Samey screamed out in frustration. "You did that on purpose, Sol!" The two teams argued while Dakota dragged her pieces over on a rug. "You okay, Dakota?" Sam asked her. "Where's Phoebe?"

"At the Egyptian exhibit," Dakota explained. At the Egypt exhibit, Phoebe noticed a mummified dog identical to the one in the pyramids. "This feels all wrong," she moaned as she went over to it. "I hope the guards will be understandable." She picked up the piece and ran off. She soon reached a golf cart and rode off. "If I can get you back to Egypt, little fella," she told the mummy dog, "Maybe my animal curse will be undone. Hopefully." She noticed the seal charging at her. "Seal!" It bit her head, blinding her. "Get off! I don't wanna crash!" Sasquatchanakwa was looking at a painting of sunflowers when the golf cart knocked him over, angering him. He growled and gave chase.

"I think the middle piece goes there," Sol thought as Sam and Greg put their pieces together. Meanwhile, Samey was looking at a painting of fruit when Topher joined her. "If cheese and grapes count as art," Topher joked, "Then stuff like chocolate cupcakes must be really special, huh?"

"I-I-I suppose," Samey nervously replied. "Oh, I hope my team doesn't come in last, otherwise I might be-" She gasped as she saw the bear with the chainsaw raising its paws up. "BEAR!" she shrieked.

"Back off, you fur rug!" Topher demanded as he took off a shoe and tossed it. It hit the bear in the nose, disorienting him. He ran off, clutching his nose. "That'll show him not to mess with us!" Topher boasted. "Right, buddy?" Samey blinked in surprise as she saw him holding up a hand. "Don't leave me hanging," he told her. Samey gave him a high-five. "TOPHER!" Sol's voice shouted.

"Gotta go," Topher realized. "Catch you later." He jogged off, leaving Samey starstruck. "Later," she repeated.

Meanwhile, Trent and Gwen were sitting at a table outside the Eiffel Tower, though Gwen still looked uphappy. "Isn't this romantic?" Trent asked her. Gwen just stayed silent. The screen zoomed out to show it was just a background poster outside the Louvre. "Spacious view, macaroons, lemon-lime soda that comes in those fancy glass bottles." He popped open a lid, which hit Gwen in the cheek. "Sorry about that," Trent nervously told her. He pushed the bottle to her, but she just pushed it away. "You think soda will buy back my trust?" Gwen inquired. "You've already shattered it...and my heart." The set fell over around them. "Why should I trust you ever again?" Gwen added.

"I should be asking that, too," Trent muttered as he slid down in his chair. Gwen noticed his sullen look. "Is what you said in that confessional true?" she asked him. "Do I take advantage of you?"

"More than you realize," Trent scoffed. "The Yukon, New York, the Amazon...I honestly thought the Zing-Zings were gonna end me there!"

"The moment you went down that path...I started to regret making that choice, and I imagined every worst-case scenario, and when I saw you lying in that cage..." Gwen wiped away a tear. "Please, no more tears," Trent begged. "Ugh, I can't stand to see you cry. Look, Gwen, I really want to work things out with us, but I don't want you thinking I'm a trained animal ready to answer your every beck and call. I'm a person with opinions, too." He noticed Gwen had gone silent. "Uh, Gwen?"

"No, you make a point," Gwen answered as he looked at him. "Things can't go like this. But I'll fix it, one step at a time."

"One step at a time." The duo managed to smile. "I did have something else in mind when it comes to romantic stuff in Paris," Gwen said, "If you're up for it, that is."

"Actually," Trent told her as he took her hand, "So did I." He covered her eyes with the other hand. "It's a surprise. Come on." He lead her away.

"I don't think this is right," Courtney noted as she, Echo and Samey looked at their David statue, which looked misplaced.

"There," Sol breathed out as he put the arms on his statue.

"Um, Sol?" Greg corrected as he showed him the photo. "The Venus doesn't have arms." Inside the Louvre, the yeti chased Phoebe, who was trying to pry the seal off her head while also holding the statue. "Please try to calm down!" she shouted. "Oh, no!" She ran over the bear's toes, angering him. He went after her, as well. "I'm sorry!" Phoebe apologized. "Really, I am!"

Confessional: Phoebe (Team Victory)

"Okay, my logic was skewed considering I had no idea how to return the mummy dog to Egypt. Or how to get out of the museum with it."

End Confessional

Dakota was almost finished with her statue. "Phoebe, we're gonna win this one!" she cheered. "Uh, Phoebe? You back yet? Oh, well." She was about to place the head when she heard Phoebe's screams. The animals were beating her up and Phoebe struggled to keep the mummy dog intact. The golf cart crashed into Dakota and the statue, leaving everyone in a dog pile and destroying the statue. "The mummy dog!" Phoebe gasped. The mummy dog wobbled on the cart before it began to fall. Phoebe gave a yelp but Luna caught it before it hit the ground. "Luna, you're a lifesaver!" Phoebe breathed out.

"So this is your last and only hope of undoing a terrible, terrible curse?" Luna asked.

"Yes, yes, yes. Can you please hand it over?"

"Well..." Luna slammed it on the ground, making it shatter. She then stomped on it, then pulled a flamethrower out of her dress and torched the remaining fragments. Phoebe could only stare in utter shock. "Luna, you're a menace to society!" Dakota spat out.

"Thank you!" Luna cheered.

Confessional: Luna (Team Chris Is Really Really Ghost Pepper Hot)

"No way is that hero girl getting out of trouble THAT easy!" She gave a laugh.

End Confessional

"There," Echo said, "Done." Team Amazon's statue was completed. "And the Amazons have it!" Chris announced. Greg put the head on Team Chros's statue, completing it. "Coming in a close second is Team Chris Is Really Really Ghost Pepper Hot," Chris continued. "And this week's losers are not-at-all-ironically-anymore Team Victory."

"Are you okay?" Dakota asked Phoebe as she saw her crying.

"Yeah," Phoebe replied. "These are happy tears. I'm finally going home."

"What?!"

"There are only two of us. If I vote for myself and you vote for me, I can go home to my daddy's loving embrace."

"Whoa, Super Zero," Chris interrupted. "Since this is the first time we've had a two-person team elimination scenario, I've decided to do something special. Since we're in the fashion capital of the world, I declare that it's a walk-off, people! It's a walk-off!"

"A walk-off?" Sol wondered in confusion.

"Each of you will pick a model-"

"I pick Sam!" Dakota squealed as she pulled him over.

"Phoebe?" Chris asked her.

"Um..." Phoebe thought as she looked at Courtney, Topher and Luna posing. "I choose...Gwen."

"What?" Dakota wondered in confusion.

"I second that," Chris agreed. "What?"

"Unless you're doing Emo-themed," Greg pointed out, "Gwen is the worst model choice. Besides, she's not even here."

"I saw her and Trent heading south," Sol informed them.

"What can be so important there?" Sam wondered. At that moment, Gwen and Trent were inside the Catacombs. "This was a great surprise, Trent," Gwen told him as they leaned in together. "Seeing this place was on my bucket list, but you know how I feel about going underground."

"I thought it'd be good to visit with someone," Trent explained. "If you feel scared, at least you can share it with me." The two leaned in closer. "BONJOUR!" Luna suddenly exclaimed as she popped her head inside. "Gwen needed for modeling job! Chrissy's orders!"

"Sounds like the fun's over," Trent sighed.

"We can come back and visit once we win the five million," Gwen assured him. The two were yanked out by Luna. Soon, they were in front of Chris and the others. "HERE'S YOUR MODEL, PHOEBE!" Luna shouted. She flung Gwen over to Phoebe, knocking the two girls over. "I hate modeling," Gwen grumbled.

"Alright," Chris explained, "Each designer has to come up with a costume for their models to wear. Then yours truly plus our intern plus one member from each of the non-losing teams will do the judging. The designer with the best design stays for another episode."

Dakota was busy doing Sam's hair. "Too '70s," she thought as she did another style. "No, too '90s."

"I hate to rush your expertise," Sam began, "But we need something that'll wow those judges. I think the hair can wait."

"Uh, sure," Dakota shrugged. "Wardrobe time!" Unknown Sam, a wave of concern was over her face.

Confessional: Dakota (Team Victory)

"I hate to let Sam down, but I'm actually hoping Phoebe wins the tiebreaker. I don't want to be the reason she gets sent home!"

End Confessional

"Nothing too fru-fru girly," Gwen told Phoebe as the hero sketched in a notebook. "Come on, let me see." Phoebe hid the notebook but Gwen managed to snatch it. She saw a drawing of Phoebe and her dad together. "I'm trying to lose," Phoebe explained.

"Ya don't say," Gwen replied with irritation.

"First on stage," Chris announced as he, Echo, Lucas and Sol sat at a judges' table, "Dakota corture, as worn by that poor sucker Sam." Sam nervously peeked outside. "You can do it, Sam!" Dakota cheered. Sam took a breath and walked on-stage. He had a colorful shirt with drawings on it, and he was also holding a picture frame around his head. "Yeah!" Dakota cheered. "You rock it!" Topher and Luna watched in shock then burst out in laughter. "You wouldn't know if it hit you in the-" Sam began but he ended up falling off the runway. Chris just laughed at the sight. "And here comes Gwen," he continued, "Wearing an original from Phoebe's designs." Gwen had on Phoebe's attire, but with a floppy sun hat. She walked down the runway and tossed the outfit at Chris's head before storming off. "Daddy, I'm coming home," Phoebe sang as she did a little jig, "Daddy, I'm coming home. No more animals are gonna get hurt, cause Daddy, I'm coming HOME!"

"Okay..." Chris commented. "What do you think, judges?"

"I don't know what Dakota was thinking," Echo scoffed. "All that surrealism...it makes me nauseous."

"I can see Dakota put some thought into it," Lucas commented into the microphone, "But her main thoughts seem to be elsewhere."

"If it's just the shirt, maybe," Sol shrugged, "But who in their right mind would wear a picture frame? Nobody, that's who."

"I can't picture myself wearing water lilies," Chris added. "I mean, I worn them but I don't like it."

"This is perfect," Phoebe thought. "If Dakota's design can bomb, then mine will completely suck! Home, here I come!"

"Keep dreaming," Dakota muttered.

"What was that?" Sam asked her.

"I'll explain later."

"And what about Phoebe's work?" Chris inquired.

"Dry, dull, uninspiring, not a hint of effort with the presentation," Echo commented, "But enough about Gwen. The outfit was a ten!"

"I agree," Chris said. "Model sucks, shirt good. I'd wear it."

"As someone who makes his own outfits by hand," Lucas added, "Phoebe's is really good. I put a little more design in it, though. Nine out of ten."

"Yeah, both outfits stink," Sol scoffed. "But considering Phoebe's is actual clothing, it's better by default...but not by much."

"Victory to Phoebe!" Chris announced.

"What?!" Phoebe gasped. "I-I won?! NOOO!" On the plane, Dakota had her parachute on for the Drop of Shame. "I bet that judging thing was rigged!" Sam protested as he stood next to her. "You practically ooze style!"

"I know," Dakota agreed. "It made the tiebreaker all the much harder."

"Wait. Did you lose...on purpose?"

"It's not like I need the money, and I didn't want to rob Phoebe of that chance. You're not upset, are you?"

"Course not. It's really sweet of you, and another one of the reasons I love you." Dakota giggled. "A kiss before I go?" she asked. The two leaned in but Chris stopped them. "It's a half-hour show, people!" he informed them. Dakota pushed him away with her tail. "Spare a few seconds!" she barked out. "Now where were we?" She and Sam tried to kiss again, but Chris pushed Dakota out of the plane. "BYE, SAM!" she yelled out as she fell.

"That's one more teen off the plane," Chris narrated as he and Chef sat in the cockpit. "Will next week be this insane? Find out next time on Total...Drama...World Tour!" A shooting star crossed the night sky.

Bonus clip:

Dakota was hanging upside down on a statue and trying to get her parachute off when a mime walked over. "Hi," she greeted. "Can you direct me to a phone?" The mime mimicked her. "Yes, a phone." The mime repeated her again. "Um, I know your performance is important, but I really need help here!" The strap came loose, and Dakota fell on top of the mime. She lifted her head up and noticed the mime's makeup was on her. She noticed the mime angrily tapping his foot. She pulled out a makeup kit. "Um, baguettes on me?" Dakota meekly offered. The mime nodded in agreement and the duo headed off.

So here's episode 9! I made a few changes so it didn't feel like a cheap copy-and-paste. First off, Dakota's elimination. I made it so she sort of sacrificed herself in order to help Phoebe stay in the game, much to Phoebe's displeasure.

Speaking of Phoebe, she's still struggling with her curse to the point she's starting to do a...questionable act. And Luna purposely destroying her one ray of hope doesn't help matters.

Last off is Gwen and Trent. I didn't want to repeat the whole Cody/Sierra issue from canon, so both sides acknowledged that they're both have some right and wrong to them before they mended things.

The next episode will be easy fishing, with a side of apple cider vinegar. Until next time, this is Dunsparce519 saying profitez bien et bonne journee. (French for enjoy and have a good day.)