"Last time on Total Drama World Tour," Chris recapped, "We had some mechanical difficulties and ended up in hot water Jamaica-style. No problem...except for Luna, whose squished brain was a major problem and led to our first elimination by injury. Stranded and short on gas money, we were forced to improvise. And Echo was forced to admit she wasn't the biggest villain on the plane. Phoebe, shockingly, won the challenge by playing as dirty as Echo, who finally got the big old boot. And thanks to a rocking telethon that raised a tankload of cash from our viewers...hey, thanks for that, eh? We're ready to get back in the air." He sipped a drink. "Oh, man. That's refreshing. Vacation's over. It's time for some more Total...Drama...World Tour!"
(cue commercial)
Team Amazon and Team Chris were sitting in loser class while the plane flew through the night sky. "We seriously should've earned first class yesterday," Samey moaned. "But at least losing made us get rid of Echo." She noticed everyone staying silent. "Wow, tough room." Courtney sat down. "OW!" Gwen cried out as she pulled her hand out, which was as pink as a flamingo. "Sunburn!"
"Oops," Courtney said. "Sorry. How do you end up with sunburn on just one hand?"
"My arm's a bit burnt, too," Trent nasally added as he rubbed his pink arm. Unknown to them, Greg was hiding his face behind a laptop.
...
The scene flashed back to Gwen and Trent sleeping together underneath an umbrella. "This will be perfect for the ship segment on the TD blogs," Greg whispered to Sam as he held up a camera. "Let me move them a bit closer, and you take a picture." He nudged the duo closer together. "Say 'Gouda'," Sam chuckled as he snapped the camera. Gwen stirred a bit. "Okay, we're good!" Greg warned in a whisper. "Let's go!" He ran off, bumping the umbrella so that it left Gwen's hand and Trent's arm exposed in the sun.
...
"Here," Courtney offered as she carried a bucket to Gwen, "Soak your hand in this."
"What is it?" Gwen wondered.
"It'll cool the burn. It's a special mix of green tea and bird guano." Gwen sighed in relief as she submerged her hand in the bucket. "Wait, guano?" she realized. "Isn't that-?"
"A nicey-nice name for poop," Trent finished. Gwen yanked her hand out. "Poop that's full of healing ingredients," Courtney informed them. "I learned how to make it at C.I.T. first aid weekend. It's gross but it helps, right?"
"Yes," Gwen admitted as she put her hand back. "Thanks for being nice...ish."
"I'll stick with good old aloe," Trent nasally decided.
"Care to explain why you have a clip over your nose?" Courtney asked him as she noticed the clothespin over his nose.
"It's just a precaution so I don't go, um, nuts until Phoebe gets healed up."
"I really hope she's okay," Samey said. "I wonder what could've caused all that turmoil in Jamaica."
"I have a theory," Greg replied as he typed on his laptop. "Of course, this is just an informal interpretation from my intellect."
"Add another nickel to the Alliteration Jar," Sam chuckled.
"Thanks. Anyway, it is likely that what happened to Phoebe probably isn't a first occurrence. That's why I'm checking hospital records and mental health institutions and seeing if Phoebe's name pops up."
"Ain't that illegal?" Sol wondered as he looked through a bucket full of peppers.
"Well, I do have a bit of experience in that area. Ugh, the data's taking forever to load. Must be the spotty wi-fi here in the plane."
"Evening, guys," Lucas, though a little bruised, greeted as he carried Phoebe over his shoulders. "Our hero's all patched up now." He placed Phoebe down, though her appearance changed drastically. She now wore a worn-out pair of black sweatpants with a hole in one knee and a long-sleeved light-blue sweater with a black penguin design on the front, and her long ginger hair was undone from its braid and was sloppily held back by a strip of a pale-purple ribbon around her head. She lifted her head up, showing she had removed her eye mask and her eyes were bloodshot. "How are you doing, Phoebe?" Samey asked her.
"Fine," Phoebe muttered.
"What happened to you isn't 'fine'," Trent pointed out. "Um, can we see-?" He reached for her arms but Phoebe pulled away from him. "Don't," Lucas advised. "Phoebe didn't like it when I tried to bandage her arms up, hence all the scratches and bruises."
"Maybe there's something up here to help," Topher thought as he looked in the cargo above him. As he rummaged through it, his hand pressed a horn, making a loud HONK. Suddenly, Phoebe screamed as she ducked down and covered her head. "NO!" she cried out in a panic. Greg, Sam, Samey and Courtney looked on with sympathy while the others had a look of confusion, most notably Topher.
Confessional: Topher (Team Chris Is Really Really Ghost Pepper Hot)
"I was expecting Phoebe to be a little bummed for maybe three days and then bounce back to her pippy self, not this. She dove for cover from that honking noise like it was some sort of bomb. Sounds kinda ridiculous to me."
Confessional: Greg (Team Chris Is Really Really Ghost Pepper Hot)
"I'm no expert at psychology, and I need to check her records, but it seems like that particular noise triggered something in Phoebe, which is a common sympton when someone's suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, though I can't imagine someone as goldhearted as Phoebe having any trauma. Still..."
End Confessionals
"I'm gonna go before anything else bad happens," Topher decided. As he walked off, he picked a pepper out of Sol's bucket and took a bite. "Odd taste for a bell pepper," he said.
"It's actually a Jamaican scotch bonnet pepper," Sol informed him with a smirk, "One of the hottest on the planet." At that moment, Topher's face turned bright red. "YOW!" he cried out as he ran off. Sol snickered at the sight. Topher managed to gulp down some milk in first class when he overheard a conversation. "He's more than willing for this," Chris explained as Topher put an ear to the door. "He'll take them out like a lion praying on a pack of chubby asthmatic gazelles." Topher peeked inside and watched in shock. "What if he 'takes them out' takes them out?" Chef asked. "I don't want a repeat of what happened to that poor hero chick."
"Legal says we're clear," Chris told him, "And imagine the ratings! That dip will score major hits online." As Topher listened, he accidentally pushed the door with a noticeable CREAK. "Did you hear something?" Chris asked Chef. A man with a suit and top hat, a shadowy face and a dagger in his gloved hand turned towards the noise. Topher backed away but he gave a scream as the man appeared right next to him, and everything went black.
"Attention, helpless competitors," Chris announced as he and Chef sat in the cockpit. "We've been denied permission to land, so you're gonna have to jump." This raised some protests from the teens. "And Chef may have miscounted parachutes."
"I'm a cook," Chef defended, "Not a mathematician."
"So you might wanna light a pepper under your butts and grab one before they're gone." Soon, Sam had a parachute on and jumped out the door. Samey and Sol eyed the last parachute. "Of all the people," Samey moaned, "Why him and me?"
"Yeah," Lucas muttered with a tint of jealousy, "Why that guy?" He noticed Phoebe walking towards the door without a parachute and tried to hold her back. "Care for a trip through the night sky?" Sol asked Samey in a romantic tone, making her roll her eyes. A moment later, the two were screaming as they fell from the plane.
Courtney, Gwen and Trent put their parachutes in a pile after they landed. "Wow, London!" Trent gasped as he looked around. "The land of kings and queens, fish and chips, and some of the most famous sites in the world! Maybe you and I can get a chance to look around, Gwen."
"Sounds great," Gwen chuckled.
"Yeah," Courtney agreed, "But let's get the challenge done first, okay? Where's Samey at?"
"Sammy?" Sol dragged a weary Samey over by the arm. "Look at this prip and proper place," he noted. "Definitely a long way away from the bayou, huh?"
"Can I have my arm back, please?" Samey breathed out.
"Good thing I remembered that parachute trick you came up with," Lucas told Phoebe as they floated down with a parachute made from Phoebe's cape. "Otherwise we would've become flapjacks." One of the strings came loose, making them fall quickly before crashing on top of a London bus. "Leave it to me to make things worse," Phoebe sighed with a depressed tone.
"This stuff is actually quite normal for me," Lucas muffled, "Unfortunately." Soon, everybody was inside the bus, save for one noticeable absence. "Where's Topher at?" Samey asked with concern.
"Yes," Chris repeated, "Where is he? The answer in a sec, but first, GUN IT, CHEF!" Chef sped the bus up. "London," Chris announced, "Home to loads of wicked stuff: Big Ben, the London Eye, the sandwich stuffed with French fries known as the 'chip buddy'..."
"I'd like to try that!" Sol exclaimed as he waved his hand in the air.
"London's also home to Scotland Yard, the world's biggest crime-busting outfit. But there was one case even Scotland Yard couldn't crack: Jack the Ripper!" Team Amazon gasped at this. "The wacko seriel killer who terrorized Victorian London," Chris continued. "Today, you'll be tracking that bad boy down. But be careful...Jack's also hunting you. That's why Team Chris Is Really Really Ghost Pepper Hot is now shorthanded."
"Oh, no!" Sam cried out. "The Ripper got Topher!"
"Next stop," Chris announced, "Tower of London. Oh, a few things to announce while we travel there. I'm declaring Team Victory no more."
"It figures," Phoebe sighed as she walked to the door, "After all the trouble I've caused. Prep the Drop of Shame." Chris stopped her. "Whoa, you're not getting off that easy," he told her as he pushed her back into her seat. "You're going to Team Amazon now."
"If our numbers disadvantage wasn't bad enough," Greg moaned.
"Plus, I've hidden a Chris McLean statue inside first class. Find it and you're golden."
"Do you think Topher is okay?" Samey asked her teammates. "I hope the Ripper didn't kill him."
"Yeah," Gwen replied before turning to Courtney. "Also, can I just say I know tons about the Ripper. I did a speech on him in grade six."
"Wow," Courtney told her, "That's unexpectedly...useful of you."
"The librarian said my fascination was morbid and occasionally offensive."
"Should we look for Topher?" Samey cut in with worry.
"Let them look," Courtney snapped before turning to Gwen. "Get this: my grade six speech...the Tower of London."
"Wow," Gwen realzed, "We're, like, a nerdette dream team!"
"Uh, maybe I can help, too," Trent offered.
"Oh, really?" Courtney challenged. "What was your sixth grade speech about?" Trent took a glance at Phoebe's sweater. "It was about a special bird in London," he explained.
"What bird?" Courtney questioned, skeptical. "Tell us."
"Better yet, I'll show you." Trent changed into a small penguin. "Um, Trent?" Gwen began with a smirk. "Last I checked, London didn't have-"
"PENGUIN!" Phoebe squealed as she scooped Penguin-Trent up in a hug. "I love penguins! I'll rock you and hug you and cuddle you..." Gwen mouthed Thank you to Penguin-Trent.
Confessional: Trent (Team Amazon)
"I figured that Phoebe needed some cheering up, and I guessed she was a fan of penguins based on her sweater. I'm a little sore, but seeing the smile on her face makes it worth it."
Confessional: Gwen (Team Amazon)
"Trent's always so considerate of others. That's one of the things I love about him. At least Phoebe isn't all in tears for a while."
End Confessionals
"Your challenge is to follow a series of clues through the tower complex all the way to the Ripper's secret lair," Chris explained. "Bag the criminal mastermind before he gets you and you win. Your first clue will be found during the changing of the guard. And when I say 'change', I mean change the guard. Your clue is hidden in his uniform, so one of you has to strip him down to his gitch until you find it." The others gasped at this. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" Greg declared. "I'm out!" He tried to run off but Sol grabbed him by the hood of his sweatshirt. "Where do you think you're going?" Sol challenged. "You'll blow my chances at the money if we lose!"
"And while you're at it..." Chris added. Ding-ding! Everyone groaned again. "It's eerie how they stand there and don't even blink," Greg began as some cheery music played. "I don't wanna see his butt all naked and pink!"
"Hey, buddy," Sol offered to the guard, "Can we bribe you to strip yourself down?"
"Yum Yum Happy Go Time Fish?" Sam wondered as he held a piece of candy up.
"Don't kill him, you clown!" Greg and Sol scolded.
"No way," Courtney sang, "I can't strip him. Duncan will freak!"
"And I'm allergic to uniforms," Samey meekly added.
"Okay, that's just weak," Gwen commented.
"Anyone seen-?" Phoebe began to ask as she searched the ground.
"I've already decided that Gwen's the one for me," Trent sang as he hugged her.
"Okay, so then I have to do it?" Gwen realized. "Uh, hello? Injury! Ow!"
"If we're gonna find that clue," Courtney decided.
"There's only one thing to do..." Trent vocalized.
"Force someone to strip him down," Samey added.
"And sorry, Gwen, that's you!" the trio chorused as Courtney pushed her towards the guard.
"Ow!" Gwen moaned. "Oh, wait!"
"If we're gonna find that clue," Greg sang as he and Sam played Rock, Paper, Scissors.
"There's only one thing to do..." Sam vocalized.
"Force someone to strip him down."
"And Solstice, man, that's you!" the duo chorused as they pointed to Sol.
"Hey!" Sol complained.
"Phoebe, look, it's Brick!" Gwen called out to her as a drawing of Brick's face was taped onto the guard. "And the order is to strip."
"Really?" Phoebe wondered as she faced the guard. "You want me to? Um, yes, sir, cadet." She gave the guard a hug before starting to strip him. "Yeah, we're gonna find that clue," Gwen sang.
"We're doing what Chris proposed," Samey added as the guard hat landed on her head.
"Force someone to strip him down," Courtney declared as the guard's collar was now on her neck.
"Cause if we don't, we're hosed!" the girls chorused.
"Totally ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-osed!" Courtney finished. Phoebe pulled the boot off the guard, and a letter floated towards Courtney. "'Full tot atop a southern spire'," she read before gasping in realization. "Quick, follow me!" She, Gwen and Trent ran off. Samey was about to follow them when she noticed Phoebe was still searhing the ground. "Come on, Phoebe," she told her. "We have to go."
"But I'm still looking for the penguin I had," Phoebe protested.
"You know that was just Trent trying to make you feel better, right?"
"My stuffed penguin, Pete Pengle. I know I had him a moment ago. Oh, no. What if a nasty bear got to him because I lost him?"
"Um, London doesn't have bears." Samey noticed Phoebe tearing up again. "First Irene," Phoebe sniffled, "Now Pete. Who's next, Diana and Bruce at the shelter back home?!"
"Okay," Samey decided, "I'm gonna need some help with her." She jogged off.
Confessional: Samey (Team Amazon)
"Phoebe is really starting to spiral after that incident in Jamaica. Oh, I wish there was some way to get her sunny disposition back."
End Confessional
Courtney, Gwen and Trent soon reached a torture room. "Oh, my gosh!" Courtney gasped. "This is the very room that Anne Boleyn lived in before Henry VIII beheaded her."
"What's with the creepy desk?" Trent wondered.
"It's a medieval torture rack," Chef, dressed as an executioner, informed them as he walked over. "Clue's inside. Tie someone on and stretch."
"Not it!" Trent and Gwen shouted.
"Hey!" Courtney complained. "I'm not doing it!"
"Neither are we," Trent argued.
"I was thinking Sammy could do it," Gwen voiced out. "Wait, where is she?"
"Phoebe's not here, either," Courtney noticed. Meanwhile, Samey was heading towards the steps when Lucas suddenly blocked her path. "Oh, it's you," she breathed out. "Just the person I wanted to talk to."
"That's what I was thinking, too," Lucas happily replied. "Uh, not that I was gonna talk to myself. I meant, uh-" Samey just gave a sigh.
"Come on," Sol moaned as he tried to pull off the guard's pantyhose. "Get...off! I could use a little help here!"
"Uh, no," Greg replied as he kept his eyes covered. "I'd rather die than take off a man's clothes."
"I've got something to perk you up," Sam offered. He put on the guard's hat. "I'd say," he spoke in a poor English accent, "I'm the Queen. Oh, heavens, my corgis grabbed my cricket bat. This shall not do at all." Greg couldn't help but burst out with laughter. Sol just gave a moan as he rolled his eyes.
"So," Lucas began in a nervous tone, "Maybe now we're here, um, you want...you and I to...uh..."
"Actually, Lucas," Samey cut off, "There's-" The two went still as they saw Jack the Ripper standing nearby.
Confessional: Lucas
He was writing on a slip of paper. "Here is my last will and testament. If anyone finds it, give my best wishes to my family. And tell them I died as a hero and fighting, and not the more than likely reality, trying to escape and knocking myself out. But I didn't want to look like a coward in front of Sammy, so..."
End Confessional
"I-I'll hold him off," Lucas stuttered to Samey. "You make a break for it." He lunged at Jack the Ripper, but Jack simply ducked down. Lucas ended up soaring past him and made a 'gentle' descent down the stairs. "Lucas!" Samey gasped as she slipped by Jack the Ripper and followed the intern. Lucas was catapulted by the bottom step and was awkwardly hoisted up by a giant net. "Por que diablos siempre me pasa esto?!" he angrily cursed out as he struggled to free himself.
"Um, you okay?" Samey asked as she saw him tangled up.
"N-no biggie. I can get myself out of this in no time." Samey was about to say something when she saw Jack the Ripper's silhouette over her and Lucas. "AHHH!" she shrieked. A moment later, Jack the Ripper dragged her and Lucas outside in a burlap sack. "And then there were seven," Chris narrated as he watch the scene. "Will anybody survive the Ripper and this show?"
"I'm warning you," Lucas muffled from the sack, "I'm going to scream and flail all the way. AHHHHH!"
"Come back after the break, when we'll try and answer at least a couple of these questions."
(cue commercial)
"A pen in his pants pocket," Sol muttered as he searched through the guard's clothes, "And lint in his socks. That's it. No clue to be found."
"And no way am I looking through his boxers," Greg argued.
"What do we do now?" Sam wondered as he pulled off his hat. He noticed the clue inside the hat. "Hey, I found it!" he exclaimed. Sam noticed the glare Sol had on his face. "My bad," Sam gulped.
"Let's see..." Greg began as he read the clue. In the torture room, Courtney grunted as Gwen and Trent stretched her. "Sorry you lucked out," Trent told her, "But let it be known I take no enjoyment in this."
"How reassuring," Courtney scoffed.
"It'll be over soon," Gwen told her. "I know you're tough enough to hang on."
"Um, thanks."
Confessional: Gwen (Team Amazon)
"I know! Courtney! I never thought I'd even be able to tolerate her, but she's...dealable. We even have stuff in common, which is, like, the weirdest thing ever. If I tip over the edge and start making Courtney-type list, rack me!"
Confessional: Courtney (Team Amazon)
"I know! Gwen! She's not completely a social freak after all. Sometimes she's even...a good person to have on your team? Sometimes. You know, I wouldn't mind going against her in the Final Two. Obviously I'd still win. She's incapable of making a list."
Confessional: Trent (Team Amazon)
"I'm starting to feel like a third wheel around Gwen and Courtney. I'm not sure if Courtney's exactly the perfect pal, considering how much of a control freak she can become. But I don't want Gwen to think I'm getting too clingy towards her. And I'll be honest; it's hard for me not to be a bit clingy."
End Confessionals
Team Chris made it to the torture room. "So," Sol began, "Who's gonna be the unlucky sap on the table?" He was suddenly knocked out cold by a morning star held by Greg. "Quick," Greg whispered to Sam, "Let's get him strapped down before he wakes up."
"Are you sure about-?" Sam began to ask.
"It's either him or one of us. Now, come on." Sam shrugged as the boys tied Sol onto the table. "Huh?" Sol slurred as he came to. "What the-?" Greg turned the wheel to stretch him. "AHH!" Sol screamed out. "What are you doing, you-" He blurted out an explicit curse. "Hello to you, two," Greg replied.
"Ugh, you're getting as bad as that host wannabe," Sol scoffed.
"Why don't you like Topher?" Sam asked. "He's a good guy."
"He's a villain. You're just too blind or too stupid to see it."
"Hey!"
"I think he may have a valid point," Greg put in.
"I'm not stupid, Greg!"
"No, not that! About Topher. I no longer think we should put our faith in him. He's as trustworthy as a hammerhead in a hot tub of halibut."
"Okay, that's impressive alliteration."
"Gee, what changed your mind?" Sol blandly wondered.
"Simple deduction," Greg casually replied. "He was one of the last people to speak to Phoebe before her...breakdown, ergo he must've had some connection to it. Plus, you have to take into consideration what that witch Echo mentioned."
"About Phoebe cheating?" Sam wondered. "She couldn't cheat if she tried to."
"Maybe not, if someone convinced her it was for the greater good. And the TD blogs mentioned that Topher took quite a few acting classes, making him more than capable of manipulating an individual." Sam and Sol both had blank faces. "Topher tricked Phoebe into cheating and making Team Amazon lose," Greg clarified. "To what end, I'm unsure of. Point is if Topher can con a complete rule-follower into cheating, who knows what else he's capable of." He pulled the wheel again. "AHH!" Sol screamed out. "Watch it!"
"Sorry!" Greg apologized. "It's not like I enjoy this." The door on the table clicked open, revealing another clue. "'If your teammate can still use his feet,'" Greg read, "'Bring him down for something to eat.' Hmm, the only thing that comes to mind is the banquet hall. Let's go." He and Sam ran off, leaving Sol bound. "Hello?!" he shouted. "Aren't you forgetting something important here?!"
Courtney screamed as she was stretched by Trent and Gwen. "The clue!" Trent gasped as the table door opened as he picked up the clue. "Now let's-" His voice faltered as he noticed Gwen untying Courtney. "You doing okay?" Gwen asked with concern.
"At least you were concerned about me getting stretched," Courtney voiced out as she shot a glare at Trent.
"On the bright side," Trent pointed out, "You're taller now." He noticed Courtney's expression hadn't changed. "Um, let's just focus on the challenge now," Trent meekly decided. "I think I know where to go next."
"How should we go by this?" Sam asked Greg as the duo ran down the hall.
"We forgot Sol!" Greg gasped as he realized his teammate was absent. The duo heard him screaming again. "Sol, we're sorry we left you behind," Greg said as he and Sam reentered the torture room, "But we-" The duo gasped as they saw the broken chains where Sol was at. "SOL!" they cried out.
"There's some kind of jewelry case on the table," Courtney noticed as she, Gwen and Trent looked through the window to the banquet hall. "I guess we go in and get it."
"Can it be that easy?" Trent thought.
"Gwen and I can search inside."
"No, I'll take Gwen inside."
"No, me!"
"Me!"
"You two quit it!" Gwen interrupted. "I'll go in with Trent while Courtney searches where Phoebe could've gone to."
"Fine," Courtney sighed with annoyance, "But don't try anything funny, Bat Breath."
"He won't. I need a little chat with him, anyway." Gwen dragged Trent inside.
Meanwhile, Phoebe was still looking around the area. "Pete?" she wondered as she looked behind a building. "Pete Pengle, where are you?" As she turned over a rock, she noticed Courtney walking up to her. "What were you doing?" Courtney demanded.
"I made everyone worried sick about me, didn't I?" Phoebe squeaked out. "I messed things up again." She suddenly heard a loud HONK, making her scream and cower in fear. "Phoebe, calm down!" Courtney ordered. "It's just-" She noticed the shadow of Jack the Ripper holding a knife and horn in his hands. "N-n-never mind," Courtney stuttered as she clutched Phoebe. "PANIC!"
"Where is that clue?" Trent muttered as he looked through a chest. "Gold toothpick...emerald-studded toothbrush? What is with royals and their dentistry?"
"Ask the guard dogs," Gwen nervously answered. She pointed to a group of corgis that were growling at them. "Please tell me you have a plan," Trent gulped. "Dogs and vampires don't mix well."
"Got anything round in there?" Gwen wondered. Trent tossed her a jeweled egg. The dogs stopped growling and started to pant with joy. "That's right," Gwen said as she toyed with the egg. "Follow the shiny ball. Now sit." The corgis obeyed her. "Impressive," Trent breathed out in amazement. "How'd you do that?"
"I taught my lizards obedience," Gwen explained. "I guess corgis are just as trainable. And inbred." The jeweled egg opened up, revealing the next clue. "You found the next clue!" Trent noticed as he pulled the slip out. "Let's get going!" He started off but Gwen held him back. "Not so fast," she sternly told him. "First thing I wanna know is why you've been acting so off since we've arrived in London."
"What do you mean 'off'?" Trent nervously wondered. "Everything's fine."
"Are you upset that Courtney and I are bonding a bit?"
"No." Gwen gave Trent a skeptical stare. "A little," Trent admitted. "I just felt a bit...left out, you know."
"I'd never do that," Gwen replied. "Me and Courtney may be okay-ish, but you're a priority to me. I wouldn't forget you, Trent."
"You're right, Gwen. I guess I got a little paranoid...and clingy."
"Well, cling onto the clue, then."
"Let's go grab Courtney. I owe her an apology, anyway." Outside, Sam and Greg were now disguised as one of the Queen's Guards. "I feel silly," Sam muffled from the bottom half of the outfit. "Why are we doing this again?"
"Gwen's the Jack the Ripper expert," Greg explained as he sat on top of Sam's shoulders. "So if listen in to her, we might get ahead and win."
"You mean spy on them? Didn't that plan backfire last time?"
"This time we're being more cautious. Now keep quiet. The real guards aren't allowed to speak on duty." The two went completely still as Gwen and Trent came outside. "Courtney?" Gwen called out. She gave a gasp as she picked up Phoebe's hair ribbon and a patch of Courtney's sleeve. "Three teammates gone," Trent gulped.
"Read the clue," Gwen told him.
"'The Ripper's most natural hiding place has two levels inside its space. Go use your sack to bring the guy back at the red starting line to the race.' Hmm, the most natural place...any ideas, Gwen?"
"If I remember right for my speech, he did his dirty work in Whitechapel." Unknown to them, the 'guard' slipped away. "That's pretty far," Trent thought. "And let's be real; no matter how much he tries, Chris doesn't know horror as well as you."
"You doubt me?" Gwen wondered. "Well, then, what do you think the clue means?"
"The clue mentioned something with two levels. He could mean..." Trent gave a gasp. "A double-decker bus!" he realized. "That must be what the clue meant!"
"I'm not sure," Gwen pointed out. "Whitechapel seems more likely."
"Well, the bus isn't too far from here. How about we glance around there, then we can swing by Whitechapel, okay?"
"I can work with that." The duo started off. "Weird," Trent noted as he looked around. "I thought there was a guard here."
"I think that guard trick was a bad idea," Sam told Greg as the two wandered into a building in Whitechapel. "Most of Whitechapel is closed, and the only place open is a grungy punk club."
"Not a bad place," Greg noted as he looked around. "Man, Desi would love this!"
"I would love it if we didn't come in last place."
"Well, we can't leave empty-handed..."
"Welcome your number-one German punk-rock band," a British voice announced, "Der Schnitzel Kickers!" Greg and Sam looked out at the stage and gave a shocked gasp. "Holy schnitzel!" Sam exclaimed. "Is that-?"
"Samuel," Greg told him as he held up his sack, "Let's get our improv Ripper."
"But that's not...isn't that against the rules?"
"Since when has Chris been a stickler for the rules? The no-singing ban on Ella on the island, Lindsay losing over a 'technicality', and don't get me started on Owen's eliminations. Trust me on this, buddy."
"I hope you're right about this, Greg." Back at the double-decker bus, Trent and Gwen crept inside. "Okay, this has gotten a bit more spooky since last time," Trent gulped.
"Let's make this quick," Gwen decided as she carried the sack. The two walked down the aisle when Trent was suddenly grabbed by Jack the Ripper. "Trent?" Gwen wondered as she turned her head. She gave a yelp as she saw Trent being pushed into the driver's seat by the Ripper. "HELP!" he cried out.
"Hands off my boyfriend," Gwen warned, "Or your name's gonna change from 'Ripper' to 'Ripped'!" The Ripper lunged at her and managed to cut her arms with his knife. "Gwen, no!" Trent cried out. Gwen managed to kick the Ripper in the chin, disorienting him. She knocked him away with another hard kick in the stomach. "Gotcha!" she exclaimed as she bagged the Ripper. "I warned you, didn't I?" She walked over to Trent and started to open the glass door. "No, don't!" he warned.
"Why not?" Gwen wondered. "The Ripper's bagged."
"Um, you might wanna wait until your arms heal up first." Gwen noticed her arms were bleeding. "Right," she noted. "Good call."
Later, everyone was gathered on the plane, safe and sound. "You're okay," Gwen breathed out as she saw Courtney.
"Just a little shocked, is all," Courtney said. "What happened to your arms?"
"The Ripper got to her," Trent explained, "But Gwen kicked his butt so he wouldn't mess with anybody else ever again. Everybody alright?"
"Everybody except Lucas," Sol answered between bites of haggis. Lucas was still tangled in the net, even more so than before. "Are you sure you don't need help?" Samey asked him.
"I can get out of this in no time," Lucas assured her. He and Samey winced at the sound of a CRUNCH. "On second thought," Lucas strained in a higher-pitched tone, "Maybe I need a pinch of help." Samey pulled a bit of the net, and Lucas flopped down on the ground as he was freed. "Aw, man," Sol moaned. "There goes that fun."
"Will you quit it?" Lucas scolded as he got to his feet. "You're just jealous because Sammy likes me."
"Does not!"
"Does too! We even had our first kiss in Newfoundland."
"YOU WHAT?!" Lucas was knocked over again. "She's much too good for scum like you!" Sol shouted.
"Back off!" Samey warned as she pushed him aside. "That was just an accident!"
"I wouldn't mind another one of those precious accidents," Lucas gushed as his face turned red under his mask.
"Ugh! You need to hear this, Lucas! No." Lucas had a confused look. "No?" he repeated.
"Look," Samey explained, "I'll admit you're a great person. Kind...witty..."
"Stupid," Sol listed off, "Clumsy, stupid, hot-headed, did I say stupid?"
"Solstice!" Samey scolded through gritted teeth. She turned back to Lucas. "But I just don't like you in that regard, Lucas."
"Oh," Lucas said as he rubbed his neck. "Well, it's...it's not the worst rejection I've had. Can we, um, still be friends, Sammy?"
"Of course. That won't change." The duo shared a hug. "How touching," Topher put in. "Good to know there's some considerate people here." Greg's eyes shrank a little. "You saw that?" he gulped.
"Like a hammerhead in a hot tub," Topher scolded.
"It's not like he's wrong," Sol scoffed. "Can I finish my haggis now?"
"Not to worry," Greg assured his teammates, "Because we've captured your criminal!"
"Uh, that's impossible," Trent pointed out. "Jack the Ripper is right here." He and Gwen pulled off the sack, revealing an old man. "Old Man Jenkens?" Courtney, Phoebe, Samey and Lucas gasped. Chris yanked on the man's head, revealing it was a mask worn by a familiar face. "Max?" the group wondered.
"Indeed," Max boasted as he stood up. "I cleverly hid in the cargo hold on this vessel with the rats, biding my time until Chris and Chef gave me my true role: becoming one of the most infamous villains of all time! I could carry out my EVIL on you and reenter the game so I could gain closer access to my goal: taking over the world!" He gave an evil laugh. "This Dr. Doofenshmirtz wannabe was the one that caught all of us?" Sol wondered in disbelief. "Man, how humiliating."
"I was gonna bring back Max if he could avoid getting captured," Chris announced, "But since he could not..." He snapped his fingers, and Chef grabbed Max by the collar. "Inconceivable!" Max gasped. He was quickly thrown out of the plane. "If Gwen and Trent caught Max," Samey reasoned, "Then who did Sam and Greg catch?"
"Chris wanted a criminal," Greg explained, "It's not the right one, but I'm sure our lovely host will be ecstatic with our find. TA-DAA!" He pulled the sack away, revealing a familiar mohawked convict. "Duncan?" Gwen, Trent, Courtney and Sol gasped.
"You brought me back here?" Duncan asked as he stood up. "Where's the stupid exit again?"
"Not so fast, quitter," Chris cut in. "Thought you could skip out on the game, eh? Thought I wouldn't find you, hmm?"
"Uh, you didn't," Sam corrected. "Greg and I did."
"Like I said," Greg added, "You're happy. So, who won the challenge, huh?"
"Today's winners are..." Chris announced as he pointed to Greg and Sam. He suddenly turned to Gwen and Trent. "Team Amazon!" he exclaimed.
"WHAT?!" Greg protested.
"Head on back to the elimination room, dudes. First class goes to the ladies. As a consolation prize, the D-Man's now on your team, but someone else is gonna have to go."
"But-but-but we should have won!" Greg complained. "We got Duncan!"
"The rules said you had to get Jack the Ripper, not Duncan."
"Since when do you care about the rules?!" Sam had a worried look as he stepped away from Greg. "Hey, your fault for breaking them," Chris shrugged with his usual grin.
"That nerd's just as bad as that punk chic," Chef scoffed. Lucas and Samey gave a shocked gasp. "You didn't," Sam gulped. Greg suddenly pounced on Chef and threw a few punches. "Dude, cool it!" Sol warned as he and Sam struggled to pull him off. They managed to pry a battered Greg off of Chef. "You okay, man?" Sam asked.
"Fine," Greg coughed out. "Just bruised...and embarrassed."
Confessional: Greg (Team Chris Is Really Really Ghost Pepper Hot)
"Okay, I'll admit I lost my cool. But I now realized there's no point in getting stressed. With Sam, Sol and myself, we can get Topher voted off before he causes any more havoc."
End Confessional
Unknown to Greg, Topher had overheard his confessional from the hallway. "Keep thinking that," he murmured as he pulled out five passports.
"And how did you think it was okay to just leave like that?" Courtney scolded as Duncan had an annoyed look. "Because it was not! Abandon me again, and it will not be pretty. Now, get over here, you big lug." She gave him a hug. Just then, Gwen was walking out of the bathroom, making Duncan smile. "I'm not really mad," Courtney told him, unaware of Gwen's presence. "I just missed you."
"Every time I ran from the cops," Duncan said as he looked at Gwen, "I thought of you." Gwen had a stunned look as she walked away.
"And with three votes against him," Chris announced as Team Chris sat in the elimination area, "...Greg!" Greg, Sam and Sol had stunned looks. "It's time to say tallyho. Pip-pip. Cheerio. Toodeloo."
"Impossible!" Greg protested. "I know for a fact that Sam and Sol didn't vote me off! Rechek the votes!" Chef simply put a parachute on his back. "We'll miss you, Greg!" Sam cried out. Chef pushed Greg towards the door. "No!" Greg protested as he clutched onto the door frame. The rest of Team Chris left, save for Topher. He smirked as he pulled out a passport. "You filthy little skunk!" Greg shouted with disdain. Topher tossed the passport at Greg, taking him off-guard long enough to lose his grip and fall out of the plane. "AHHHH!" Greg screamed as he fell. Unknown to everyone, Max was clutching onto the plane's landing gear.
Confessional: Gwen (Team Amazon)
She sighed. "I don't know how everybody else can sleep, especially Courtney. Right now, my head feels all fuzzy like I drank too much coffee. Cause Trent and I won it for our team. And Duncan's back, and he...missed...us." Suddenly, Duncan entered the confessional. "Oh, my gosh! I didn't lock the door?"
"Lock's busted," Duncan explained. "What happened to your paw and arms?"
"Got cut on the arms, and I'm honestly not sure on the hand. Are you here to mock me about it?"
"Me, too." Duncan grabbed her hand. "Ow! H-hey!" She was suddenly taken aback as Duncan kissed her on the lips, but soon found herself closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. Sam peeked inside and watched in shock as the duo kissed before ducking out.
End Confessional
"Whoa!" Chris exclaimed as he watched the scene from his monitor in the cockpit. "Now that's how you get some drama started. Wait until Courtney and Trent find out about this one. Will Sam tell all, and who's gonna fall? Find out next week on Total...Drama...World Tour!"
Bonus clip:
"I can't believe me of all people got eliminated!" Greg voiced out as he floated down with his parachute. "And Topher getting away with rigging the votes..." He growled. "He's awfully lucky I can keep my composure most of the time or he'd be a dead man! At the very least, I get to see Desi again. Still, Chris and Topher better prepare for the shock of their lives when I prep my case to them in court!" He landed in a pond. "At least I landed in water." He gasped when he saw some electric eels and Fang waiting for him. "NOO!" he screamed as they went after him.
Yep, the make-or-break episode of World Tour is here! So, first off, the elimination. I cut Greg off here because he was getting too close to unraveling Topher's schemes. It's a bit similar to Noah's in canon, but I changed things so Team Amazon were the rightful winners by catching Jack the Ripper and the votes were shown to be rigged against Greg by Topher.
I also settled things between Samey and Lucas here, with Samey finally telling Lucas she doesn't like him in a romantic way. But the duo are still on great terms with each other.
Now, the elephant in the room: Duncan coming back and the kiss in the confessional between him and Gwen. I decided to work things so Gwen wasn't as into kissing Duncan until after the moment happened. I do plan on working it more in the next episode, but how do you think the dominos will fall?
Next we're heading to the land of legends, myths and boar-bears. Until next time, this is Dunsparce519 saying tallyho, good chap, and have a merry day. (A bit of an lously British accent, I know.)