"Last time on Total Drama Island," Chris recapped, "We've had a bit of an athlete face-off when Sky and Jo started to fight. Sadly, no punches were thrown." The scene flashed back to Jo and Sky eyeing each other and Lara and Ella struggling to keep them apart.
...
"Then, our contestants were blown away by our new challenge," Chris continued as the scene changed to the totem challenge, "Where they were tasked with bringing down some totems...WITH TIME BOMBS!"
...
The scene changed to Noah and Sky's talk. "Noah opened his nicer side to someone not named Dave," Chris continued, "When he revealed that his objective with the money was helping to pay for law school for his girlfriend Emma." The scene changed to Emma dancing. "No, not THAT Emma." The scene changed to Noah showing the photo of him and his girlfriend to Sky. "THAT Emma."
...
The scene changed to Mike's plan and Helga casually lifting the totem up. "Mike and the rest of the Frogs of Death used the all-powerful gravity, along with Helga's muscles, to totem-surf all the way to victory," Chris continued. The scene changed to the Bears' totem exploding. "But the Confused Bears had a bad boom-ing." The scene changed to Alejandro's talk and the elimination ceremony. "And thanks to Alejandro lying about Noah supposedly targeting good leader Sky," Chris continued, "The Bears sent the bookworm packing for home, making him the tenth contestant to be eliminated from the island."
...
The scene changed to Chris on the Dock of Shame. "This week," Chris narrated, "Another challenge will send one more camper on a cruise to Loserville, whose population will become eleven tonight. Who will sink and who will stay afloat? Find out right now on Total...Drama...Island!"
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"Okay, this is so way beyond bad!" Lindsay moaned from the girls' side of the Gophers' cabin. "I'm out of fake tanner already!"
"Whoa," Gwen sarcastically commented as she, Sarah, Rose and Carly sat up in bed. "That's tragic, Lindsay."
"Now I have to actually, like, suntan...in the sun! Do you realize how shriveled and wrinkly that can make your skin?" Gwen simply brushed her hair back with her hand. "Oh, you totally do," Lindsay sighed.
"A little sun isn't so-" Rose began but some loud banging cut her off. "Hey! Could you please keep the noise down a little?"
"What?" Lacey asked as she hammered something outside.
"Lacey, what exactly are you doing?" Carly wondered.
"Testing something out. There's no doubt that there's a thief lurking around the campgrounds. This gadget will help narrow down the suspect pool."
"And what does this device do?" Rose inquired.
"Think of it as a boy detector. If one of the guys should come in here, an alarm will be set off."
"And this will help us why?" Gwen pointed out.
"Like I said, it's just to narrow the pool of suspects for our thief. Something goes missing and the alarm blares, the thief's a guy. Something goes missing and the alarm stays silent, the thief's a chick."
"That actually makes a little bit of sense." Helen reasoned.
"But shouldn't we test this thing first?" Carly thought.
"Sarah can!" Lindsay volunteered.
"M-m-me?" Sarah stammered. "But-" However, Helen nudged her out the door, and suddenly, a blaring siren rang out. "I knew it," Lacey grumbled as she tapped a metal box on the door. "There's still a glitch. If this was a bike, I'd have no problem."
"Uh, I think I'll take first dibs on the showers," Sarah nervously decided. "See you later." She quickly ran off. "Wonder what's got her so wound up," Lacey thought.
Confessional: Sarah (Screaming Gophers)
She shuddered as she hugged herself. "I hope they weren't all staring at me. I just can't stand that."
End Confessional
"Ah..." Nichelle sighed as she adjusted a pair of purple-tinted sunglasses. "Now THIS is living in style!"
"Totally!" Julia happily chipped in while she typed on her phone. "'Luxurious Living. Hashtag: Toxic Rats FTW!'"
"And I'm sure we'll be keeping this lifestyle up," Dakota giggled as she leaned back in a lawn chair.
"Uh, guys?" Sam pointed out. "You do know you three are just sitting outside the cabins, right?" The camera zoomed out to show that Sam was indeed correct and that the trio of girls were simply laying outside the Rats' cabin. "Uh, according to the latest social media posts," Julia put in, "Gamer guys are so last decade."
"Dakota," Nichelle began as she nudged her arm, "Maybe you can help Sam get us some treats from the kitchen?"
"Fine," Dakota sighed as she got up and pulled the gamer away. "Come on already."
Confessional: Nichelle (Toxic Rats)
"You know what? I'm starting to think a ship between Dakota and Sam isn't so wild after all. The two just need a little one-on-one time together."
End Confessional
"Hopefully this won't take long," Dakota mumbled as she and Sam walked towards the main lodge. "I'm seriously missing out on some celebrity chatting with the Nichelle Ladonna!"
"I'm not that knowledgeable when it comes to celebrities," Sam admitted, "So what exactly makes Nichelle so special?"
"She's only the most amazing action movie actress ever! Her debut in Operation: Sonic Sunflower put her on the map almost immediately with her epic powerhouse punches and acrobatic kicks."
"Uh, but don't movies usually have someone to do the-?" Dakota immediately pinched Sam's mouth shut. "Quiet!" she warned in a hushed tone. "One of the unspoken rules of showbiz is to not mention what you're about to mention! Promise me you'll keep your mouth shut about that."
"You have my word," Sam managed to muffle out. The two headed off. "Oh..." a voice giggled from a nearby treetop as she watched the scene from a pair of binoculars. "How interesting."
"If Chris thinks his challenges are torture," Bowie complained as he slammed his bowl down, "He should try this breakfast! Hmph."
"Meh, I've eaten worse," Raj shrugged. "I once swallowed three teeth. Two of them weren't even mine."
"Okay. Explain."
"Regionals. Total gonk show. Me and some goob crossed each other in the mouth and there was-" Raj accidentally flung a spoonful of his gruel onto Bowie's shirt. "Oh," Raj noticed. "Sorry. That-that was an accident. Let me, um..." He tried to wipe it off but to no avail. "Oh. That, uh, hang on...uh, not great, but-"
"It's fine," Bowie assured him as he took his hand. "I'm fine. Thank you."
"Well, yeah. You're, uh, welcome."
"Alright, boys," Wayne cut in as he and Lightning set their bowls of gruel down onto the table. "Let's dump these carb-loads into our faces before challenge time."
"Yeah," Lightning agreed. "Lightning's gotta keep his strength up."
"Nope," Bowie decided as he got up. "I'm tapping out."
"For serious?" Wayne asked him. "Can we eat yours, too?"
"Your funeral."
"Sha-score!" Lightning exclaimed.
"See you later, Bowie!" Raj told him before he left.
"Bet we can finish two bowls before you finish one, Rajie," Wayne wagered.
"Oh, you're on!" Raj began dumping the contents of the bowl down. "That's cheating!" Wayne muffled between spoonfuls. "You're cheating!"
"You never call no dumping," Raj informed him.
"Dumping's illegal and you know it!"
"Then show me the rules!" The three continued to gorge on their bowls of food. From another table, Millie scribbled something down in her notebook.
Confessional: Millie (Confused Bears)
"The human race is in serious jeopardy. But my research is going great!"
End Confessional
"Those jocks are total slobs," Dave complained as he pushed his bowl away.
"I'm not a slob," Tyler muffled between bites. He winced as he saw part of his food had splattered onto Dave's face. "Gee, thanks for proving his point," Dean sarcastically told him. "Napkin, Dave?"
"Please," Dave moaned.
"Those three are a bit sloppy, yes," Sky said, "But I'm sure they're nice people, Dave. It's the jocks like Jo that give us a bad name."
"Oh, here we go again," Dean sighed. "Will you drop that already?"
"I'm telling you Jo's a bad person. She got rid of Eva and now Noah. Who's next, Millie?"
"Sky..."
"I actually think she makes a valid point," Dave argued. "At least with Noah's case. It should've been Zeke going home instead of him. He voted for him, along with me and Sky. So, how did Noah get cut instead of him?"
"Just try to keep your eyes open around her, Dean," Sky advised. "We can't have any more people get unfairly cut because of some underhanded tactics."
"Eyes peeled wide open," Dean blandly replied. Back at the spa hotel, Jane was walking out of the gym and heading towards the boys' bedroom. "Shane?" she said as she knocked on the door. "I thought you were gonna train with me this morning." She heard some shuffling and a few CRASHES before Shane opened the door. "My apologies," he yawned. "I slept in longer than I should've."
"No hard feelings," Jane replied as her eyes drifted to something on the floor, "But is that...underwear?" Shane quickly picked it up and hid it behind his back. "Uh, yeah," he nervously told Jane. "Sorry. We're usually much more organized and all. They're Keith's."
"They're red!" Keith argued as the other guys stirred awake.
"At least they're not yellow," Rodney chuckled.
"True that, big guy," Nikki hoarsely replied as she walked over to Jane's side. "Hey, Sol wants you to come to the kitchen."
"Oh, great," Keith moaned. "More squirrel crap, is it?"
"Cool!" Zee exclaimed as he adjusted his pink shorts. "Could I call dibs on that?"
"He's actually trying something new with Helga's help," Nikki explained. "Hopefully it's something to help with my sore throat."
"Sure enough," Rodney stammered, "Uh, I mean, throat come with...um..."
"I'll take that as a yes," Shane translated as he turned to Jane. "Um, shall we?" The duo walked off, though not before Shane tossed the pair of undies back into the bedroom. "Hey!" Keith complained as he tried to pry them off of his face.
"Morning," Sol greeted as most of the others entered the dining room. "You're just in time. But first, get something to drink."
"Thanks, Sol," Samey bashfully replied. She picked up her cup when Amy snatched it from her. "I don't think so," Amy argued. "You don't need the caffeine." She took a sip but immediately spat it out. "What kind of coffee is this?!"
"Cider," Helga bluntly explained as the liquid dripped from her clothing.
"Oh. Hello."
"Privet."
"And here's breakfast," Sol told the group as he sat a steaming bowl down. "A little bit of pelmeni. Think of it as the Russian form of a dumpling."
"Yeah, no thank you," Valerie decided as she pushed her plate away. "Anything from you must be bad."
"Well, the cider's helping my throat a little," Nikki croaked.
"Anything will help that crappy voice of yours."
"Please be a little nicer, Miss Valerie," Phoebe politely told her.
"You too nice," Helga scoffed. "Eat." She stuffed a piece of the pelmeni into the hero's mouth. "Mmm..." she muffled.
"Alright, campers," Chris announced over the loudspeakers. "Enough beauty sleep. Time to show us what you're made of!" A moment later, most of the campers were sitting on some bleachers in front of a stage. "Are we gonna see a musical?" Lindsay wondered. "I love musicals! Especially the ones with singing and dancing."
"I love those, too!" Ella cheered.
"Quiet, Snow White," Jo ordered. "No talking to the enemy."
"Gwen," Trent called out, "Saved you a seat."
"Thanks," Gwen replied as she sat on one side while Carly sat on the other side. Heather took a glance at the trio and frowned. Trent started to lay back on the bench. Cody tried to imitate this but ended up falling into the bleachers. Lindsay then blew a kiss to Tyler, who caught it and smiled back. Heather glared at Lindsay before whipping her ponytail at her, making Lindsay pull out a strand of lack hair from her mouth. "Welcome to our brand-new, deluxe, state-of-the-art outdoor amphitheater," Chris began. "Okay, this week's challenge is a summer camp favorite: a talent contest."
"Yes!" Owen cheered. "Awesome!"
"Each team has eight hours to pick their four most talented acts. They'll represent them in the show tonight. Sing, dance, juggle. Anything goes...so long as it's legal." Duncan just snapped his fingers. "Tough break, Duncan," Lacey chuckled.
"You'll be judged by our resident talent scout, former DJ, VJ and rap legend...Grand Master Chef," Chris announced, "Who will show his approval via the Chef-o-Meter. The team that loses will send one camper home tonight. Good luck."
Heather blew a whistle to get everyone's attention. "Okay," she announced, "I'm the team captain, so here's how it's gonna work."
"Wait," Gwen protested as she clutched a book in her hands, "Who said you were team captain?"
"She did," Lindsay informed her. "Just now."
"Lindsay, Beth and I took a vote and I won," Heather added.
"Threatening them to vote for you isn't exactly democratic," Gwen pointed out.
"Hey," Trent whispered to her as he passed her a muffin, "Snagged you an extra muffin."
"Trent," Heather asked, "You're cool with me leading this project, aren't you?"
"Right on. Go for it."
"I'm a little doubtful about this," Lacey thought as she narrowed her eyes at Heather. "How exactly is this gonna work?"
"Beth, Lindsay and I will be the judges," Heather explained. "And everyone gets to try out. Cool?"
"Whatever," Gwen sighed. Over with the Rats, Dakota was doing a dance to a pop tune. "Go, Dakota!" Sam rallied.
"You go, girl!" Nichelle cheered. Dakota ended her dance with a split. "Uh, no," MK decided while Courtney shook her head. Meanwhile with the Bears, Sky was doing some gymnastics moves to some EDM music. Once she finished, most of the others gave her a round of applause. "Well, I think Sky is definitely a contender for the talent show," Alejandro decided as he scribbled something down on a clipboard. "And we've already decided on having Destiny. That leaves two acts to fill."
"I can't say I'm talented," Dean decided. "The best I can do is fix drinks, and that's not saying much."
"And I'm not sure about another singing act," Millie added, "So that means Ella and Sugar are also out."
"May I try out for the competition?" Ethan offered.
"Sure thing," Alejandro replied. "Show us." Ethan walked over to a piece of wood. He made some quick slashes to it with his sword before stepping back, transforming the wood to a sculpture of himself. "Okay," Millie decided, "You are in."
"How about a short break before deciding on the other two acts?" Sky asked.
"Sounds good," Dave agreed. The Bears parted ways. Over with the Frogs, Jasmine was doing an intricate dance. "Dancing?" Keith scoffed. "Chef's not gonna be impressed by dancing."
"It's called coreeda," Jasmine corrected as she finished her routine. "It's a combination of dancing and fighting."
"Okay, now I'm a little impressed."
"I think you did great," Jane told Jasmine. "Valerie, you wanted to go next?"
"Watch and learn, boys," Valerie confidently declared as she walked behind a privacy wall. "Music!" Nikki turned on a radio, and soon, Valerie came out with a gray jacket with blue butterflies, complete with a blouse that mimicked a butterfly, white pants, black shoes and her hair up in a ponytail. She stepped back behind the wall, and in less than a minute, she came out with a pink dress that mimicked a rose, her hair now in a bun and held back in a rose clip and her lips being the same color. "Nice performance, Valerie," Zee told her.
"You've certainly got a flair for style," Anne-Maria complimented.
"Not to mention an edge with how fast you changed," Jane added. "You're in."
"I expected nothing less," Valerie boasted. Back with the Gophers, Owen was quickly downing a jug of soda. "Are you gonna audition?" Trent asked Gwen.
"Doubtful," Gwen replied. "You should be in this, though. I heard you the other night by the dock. You're really good." Owen finished drinking the soda and tossed the jug aside. "A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y and ZED!" he quickly burped out. Most of the boys, along with Helen, Sarah and Lacey, gave him a cheer. "Yes!" Owen exclaimed.
"That was excellent, man," Helen congratulated.
"Well, you're not gonna do that in this contest," Heather protested. "That's disgusting."
"Do you know how hard it is to burp the entire alphabet in one go?" Alan asked her.
"I can also toot Beethoven's Fifth," Owen offered as he leaned over.
"No!" Heather, Lindsay and Beth shouted. Heather noticed Gwen walking off with her book. "Where are you going?" she questioned.
"Anywhere that's not here," Gwen replied before leaving. Back with the Rats, Lightning was doing some dribbles with a basketball before twirling the ball on his finger. "Nice one, dude," Wayne told him.
"But is it good enough?" Courtney questioned.
"We'll have you on stand-by," Bowie decided. Back with the Bears, Tyler was doing a yo-yo trick but ended up tangled. "Man, that is weak," Chris commented. Meanwhile, Shane was doing something more...unique. He placed some glasses on the table, filled them with varying amounts of water, and started rubbing his fingers across them, making a musical sound. He then finished with a scale from Do to Ti and back again. "Amazing!" Nikki hoarsely cheered.
"That does have some impressive level of skill to it," Scarlett admitted.
"Thanks," Shane replied. "I use it to entertain the kids down at the community center."
"I think we can all agree that Shane's in," Jane decided. "Let's see...that's Valerie, Jasmine and Shane. Just one act left." She then overheard some gentle singing coming from the cabins. "Sounds like our final act," Valerie said. "Well, I'd better make sure all my outfits are ready for tonight."
"Okay, Valerie," Shane replied as she walked off.
Confessional: Valerie (Frogs of Death)
"I already have all my outfits planned out. I'm just making sure my fabulous style claims me victory. And what better way than making sure the other teams lose?"
End Confessional
Sarah was doing some tricks with her skateboard, earning some applause from her teammates. "I think she's a contender," Lacey decided.
"Pfft, I could do better than her," Chase boasted.
"Okay, wise guy. Let's see it, then." Sarah passed Chase her skateboard. As soon as Chase stepped on the board, it flung off, ricocheted off the cabin wall, and hit him straight in the face. "Yeah, Sarah it is," Alan reasoned.
Meanwhile, Destiny was tuning her guitar while Greg cleaned a pair of drumsticks. "Remind me again why you decided to drag me into your little group," Paul asked the duo.
"We need another man on guitar," Greg explained. "I'm busy on drums and Desi seems to trust you enough with this task."
"Plus, it would help me to have a bit of a bodyguard," Destiny added.
"Bodyguard?" Paul thought. "You don't seriously think-?"
"I think, thank, thunk. One of the jullies at my school once tried to sabotage me at a talent show, and I barely escaped it thanks to Greggy here."
"And we nearly got suspended because of those stink bombs," Greg pointed out. "Anyway, let's see what you've got." Paul picked up a guitar and played a few notes. "Oh, yeah," Greg nodded. "I can see why Desi picked you. Let's go over the song we're planning to play, alright?"
Meanwhile, Jane followed the sound of the singing to the Frogs' cabin. "Hello?" she asked as she opened the door. However, all she saw was Helga fixing her bed up. "Hi, Helga," Jane greeted. "I was wondering if you've seen someone singing in here. I wanted to ask them to audition for the talent show."
"Unless someone on the Frogs is part chameleon," Sol pointed out, "I think that singing came from our Siberian giant."
"No!" Helga protested. "Stretchy one is right. Must be invisible man."
"'Stretchy one'?" Jane repeated with confusion.
"Will you quit being such a 'fraidy cat and-?" Sol instructed. He was suddenly grabbed by the throat by Helga. "You are not putting me on that stage and that is that!" she declared.
"But we need you," Jane argued. "It's the only way we'll stand a chance." Helga just growled in response. "If you would so kindly get your iron paws off my throat," Sol choked out, "I think I might have a remedy for your little problem." Helga simply dropped the Cajun boy with a THUD. "Make it quick," she sternly ordered.
Back with the Gophers, Carly (in a glittery light-blue ballet outfit complete with a tutu and her hair tied up in bun) danced to some classical music on the radio. Once she was finished, everyone clapped, save for Heather. "Maybe..." Heather decided.
"I think Charlie should be in the talent contest!" Lindsay chimed in, much to Heather's shock.
"I second that," Beth agreed.
"Wait a minute," Heather protested. "I-"
"Sorry, Heather," Rose countered. "But the majority rules. Carly is in." Carly just beamed in response. "Fine," Heather reluctantly decided. "Why doesn't everyone take five?" The Gophers walked off, though Heather held Lindsay back. "I need you to do something," Heather instructed. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Oh, my gosh, definitely!" Lindsay replied. "My sister got diarrhea once on a date, and I had to bring her toilet paper because the restaurant was all out and she was stuck in the bathroom and I've never told a soul." She then noticed the camera. "Oops. Sorry, Paula." Heather passed her a walkie-talkie. "Gwen's up to something serious," Heather stated. "I want you to follow her and report back to me." A moment later, Lindsay was spying on Gwen through a pair of binoculars. "Serious?" she thought. "Yeah, seriously boring!" She then spied a tangled up Tyler walking back. "Ooh, that's not boring."
Back with the Rats, DJ (in a white leotard) was doing a ribbon dance, earning the others' approval. "Fine," Courtney sighed. "Sign him up. Next."
"Me!" Bridgette volunteered. "I can stand on my hands for twenty minutes. Watch." She flipped over and started to walk on her hands. "Okay, that would be cute if you were a monkey," Courtney commented. "I just don't think it's quite what we're looking for. Next!" Harold walked up and took a breath. "Next!" Courtney decided.
"I can't believe we're relying on some nerds to win some dumb talent contest," Ripper scoffed as he and 'Smart' Damien as they walked down the forest path. "I'm more talented than those losers. Hey, get down." He pushed 'Smart' Damien into a nearby bush. "Check it out," he teased as the duo saw Millie and Melody walking by. "Millie's writing. Like a nerd."
"How does writing make you a-?" 'Smart' Damien began to ask. Ripper suddenly leapt out of the bush and stole Millie's notebook. "Whatcha writing, nerd?" he taunted. "Words?"
"Give it back, Ripper!" Millie argued. "Stop!"
"Ripper, just give her-" 'Smart' Damien reasoned.
"Damien, go long!" Ripper shouted as he kept the book away from Millie's reach. "Ripper's in the pocket. The clock is running down. He looks deep." He tossed the notebook. "There's the pass..." 'Smart' Damien caught the notebook. "Here you go, Millie," he offered as he handed it back to her.
"Thank you," Millie replied. "Bullying is a sign of insecurity and you-"
"Perhaps it is because of a lack of a proper paternal figure that makes him act this way," Melody reasoned.
"Uh..."
"Wait!" Ripper suddenly exclaimed, to the group's confusion. His stomach gave a gurgle before he bent down and let out a long fart. "One steamboat, two steamboats, three steamboats..." he counted.
"Why are you counting?" 'Smart' Damien asked. "What happens at ten? Should we take cover?!" Ripper then stopped farting. "Aw, crud nuggets," he moaned. "I had a good feeling about that one. The under eighteen record holder for the longest fart is a kid named Bucky Windlethorp. He's the one who fired off that 48 stink torpedo heard around the world."
"Is that a real thing or are you just-?" 'Smart' Damien questioned.
"Shh!" Millie advised. "Let him talk."
"My personal best is 47 seconds," Ripper boasted. "I KNOW I can beat it! It's my life's ambition. So now, whenever I fart, I count steamboats."
"Wait a sec-" 'Smart' Damien interjected.
"Go ahead, Ripper," Millie said as she nudged 'Smart' Damien. "Keep talking."
"Well, I'm wondering if counting out-loud hurts my chances," Ripper thought, "'Cause I'm, like, breathing out of both ends."
"Actually," 'Smart' Damien explained, "Chop-intestinal gas can be reabsorbed by the bloodstream and released as an exhale."
"Nerd! Nerd! Nerd-nerd-nerd-nerd! Nerd-nerd-nerd-nerd! Nerd-nerd-nerd-nerd!"
Confessional: Ripper (Frogs of Death)
"Calling out nerds is important 'cause some nerds are so deep into nerddom, they don't even know they're nerds! They just wander around, talking about algebra or orcs and thinking it's okay to do that." He chuckled. "It is not!"
Confessional: Millie (Confused Bears)
"Ripper's life ambition is a fart!" She giggled.
End Confessionals
"I hope that plan of yours works tonight," Jane whispered to Sol as they went out of their cabin.
"It will," Sol assured her. "I have done this before." A yell caught the duo's attention. They rushed over to find Sky on the ground and clutching one of her arms. "Sky!" Jane gasped. "What happened?"
"I think my arm's twisted," Sky moaned. "Ow." Later, she was sitting in the medical tent as a brown-haired intern with black glasses wrapped a bandage around her arm. "Thanks for helping out, um..." Jane told the intern.
"Stan," the intern replied. "Of course. Hmm, looks like you'll recover soon, but you won't be able to compete today."
"What?" Sky gasped. "Are you sure?"
"Trust me, I know my fractures and injuries." Stan winced after putting the bandage on. "Papercut," he moaned. "Cursed luck." Jane and Sol soon led Sky back to the cabins, where Shawn, Dave, Ella and Lauren were waiting. "Are you okay, Sky?" Ella asked her.
"You haven't turned into a zombie, have you?" Shawn nervously added.
"Do we need to amputate?" Lauren cheerfully pitched in.
"Zip it, Scary Girl," Dave scolded.
"It's just a fracture," Sky explained. "I'll recover, but I also can't compete in the talent contest."
"Who'll replace you, though? I'm not exactly talented, I don't think Zeke, Blainley and Jo are talented, and Lara, Priya and Tyler aren't gonna cut it."
"Uh...how about Shawn?"
"Me?" Shawn asked. "Uh, sure, I guess."
Confessional: Shawn (Confused Bears)
"Is zombie apocalypse survival a talent? No?" He gave a small gulp of worry.
End Confessional
"How exactly did your arm break?" Sol questioned.
"I was doing some flips on a tree branch when it snapped off," Sky explained. "I ended up falling on my arm."
"That tree?" Jane asked as she pointed to a tree with a broken branch.
"Yeah. It must've been an old branch."
"No, it wasn't," Sol noted as he observed the tree. "See the bits of green? That means it ain't an old branch."
"SABOTAGE!" a voice declared. Everyone turned to see Destiny, Greg and Paul standing behind them, though the trio were all clad in some...peculiar outfits. "Hey, guys," Paul sighed as he tried to fix a blue tuxedo. "Don't ask."
"What were you talking about with sabotage?" Dave asked them.
"Could it be that somebody's messing with us in order to get an edge in the competition?" Greg suggested as he wiped a pair of yellow sunglasses.
"Totally!" Destiny agreed. "It's not impossible, right?"
"I doubt that anyone would resort to such a tactic," Jane argued. "Not even that gorilla Keith." She noticed that Corey was leading a distressed Helen towards them. "Chill, Helen," he assured her. "We'll find it soon."
"Now what?" Sol complained.
"Me and Helen were planning to audition with a duet on our guitars, but-"
"Someone stole my guitar!" Helen cried out. "I NEED my guitar!" She started to cry, with Corey comforting her. "Two missing guitars?" Shawn thought.
"SABOTAGE!" Destiny declared.
"Or simply a coincidence," Jane argued.
"Remember Rule 39, Jane," Greg advised her. "Now, if you don't mind, Desi, can we try something else on? These shoes are a bit..." He quickly stumbled and fell over. "I'm siding with him," Paul agreed. "I look ridiculous!"
"Fine," Destiny moaned as she dragged the two boys off. Shawn, Dave, Sky, Corey, Jane and Sol simply glanced at each other with an unsure look. "Do you really think-?" Jane thought.
"But who?" Dave wondered. "It has to be someone pretty skilled and pretty smart."
"Guess that means Lindsay's out," Sol teased. "Uh, where is she, anyway? Haven't seen a trace of her."
"Lindsay, come in," Heather told her through the walkie-talkie. However, Lindsay was busy making out with Tyler in the communal bathrooms. "What did you find out?" Heather asked. "Over. Lindsay, where are you?" Tyler passed Lindsay the walkie-talkie. "On my way back!" she stammered. "Under!"
Over with the Rats, Austin was doing a trick with his rope. "And the grand finale..." he announced as he roped something. He pulled it back but was surprised to see Lacey and Sarah on the other end. "Let us go," Lacey warned the cowboy, which he quickly complied.
"I'm not so sure..." MK thought.
"The guy does have some skill to that," Anthony argued.
"I agree," Bowie added.
"Well, then," Bridgette decided, "I guess it's Austin, DJ's ribbon thing, Lightning's basketball thing and Courtney's violin solo."
"Yee-haw!" Austin exclaimed. "I'm gonna be on TV!"
"Yeah, dude!" Geoff rallied.
"You're already on TV," Bridgette pointed out to the duo.
"Oh, yeah. Hello out there, dudes!"
"Those acts all sound pretty impressive," Sarah told the Rats. "It's gonna be tough to beat."
"Thanks, Sarah," DJ replied. "Hey, are you planning to be in the talent show?"
"Yep. Check this out." Sarah pulled out her skateboard and started to skate. She managed to do an ollie, much to the guys' amazement. "Epic tricks, dude!" Geoff cheered. However, his cheers caught Sarah off-guard, and she ended up losing her balance and falling into a mud puddle. "You okay?" DJ asked as he and Lacey looked on with concern.
"Yeah," Sarah assured the duo. "Even the experts are prone to the occasional skid. Oh, but I probably need a fresher set of clothes."
"Hang on. I'll get 'em."
"Thanks. Wait! There's a-" The moment DJ opened the door to the girls' side of the Gophers' cabin, a blaring siren rang out. "At least we know the alarm works!" Lacey shouted over the noise as everyone covered their ears. "Hang on; I'll shut it off." She walked over and pressed a button on the metal bit on the door, shutting off the alarm. "I'll get them," she sternly told DJ. "But, uh, thanks for the effort, anyway."
Back with the Bears, Destiny was finishing up with the outfits. "Hold still, Paulie," she told him. "And...done!" Paul was now wearing a gray shirt with an open black leather vest over top it, black jeans and a black masquerade mask covering most of his face. "I suppose it's better than some flashy tux," he sighed. Destiny then fixed Greg's outfit, which was a dark-green and white-striped t-shirt, an open black leather vest over top it, a dark-green bowtie and a dark-green masquerade mask covering most of his face. "You've got your spare contacts in, right?" she asked him.
"Yes, Desi," Greg replied. "They're in." Destiny twirled around to model her outfit, which was a sleeveless black dress with white swirls decorated on it, black flats with small white bows on them, her hair pulled back in a bun and a white masquerade mask shaped like a rabbit covering most of her face. "Wow," Greg breathed out as he watched her in complete awe. "Just...wow."
"Incredible," Valerie snarked as she approached the trio. "I had no idea that there were people that can get more hideous with fashion."
"Shut it, Valerie," Paul whipped back. "You're just jealous we look good and you look like a circus act."
"How dare you..."
"The clothing isn't the most important thing," Greg pointed out to Paul. "It's the music we're planning to play. Oh, I just hope that no one steals our CD that's backstage or our team will definitely lose."
"Greggy," Destiny warned in a whisper, "Don't be blalking about our plans for the talent show. What if you-know-who hears?"
"What you-know-who?" Valerie asked with a smirk.
"None of your damn business," Paul scolded. "Now get lost." Valerie just stormed off with a huff. "We'll see who gets the last laugh," she quietly swore under her breath.
"Greggy, what are you doing?!" Destiny shouted. "What if the saboteur overheard us and tries to steal the CD I...I-I-I don't remember leaving a CD backstage."
"You didn't," Greg informed her as his deadpan face formed a smug smile. "That was just a plant."
"You mean, like, one of them ferns?"
"More like a trap for the saboteur."
"Does it involve-?"
"Yes. Yes, it does."
"Uh, what are you two even talking about?" Paul cut in. Destiny and Greg just shared a giggle, much to the mechanic's bewilderment.
Izzy turned on a music player and started to dance in front of the guys. "I call this 'The Dance of the Rattlesnake'," she began. She made a few whooshing noises, putting Owen into a trance. "Look into my eyes," she scatted, "What do you see?"
"She's good," Owen told the guys.
"She's proven to be fucking batty," 'Dumb' Damien muttered.
"We still need to decide our last act," Priya told the Bears as they gathered in front of their cabin. "Any suggestions?"
"Oh, me!" Ezekiel offered. "Let me!"
"You?" Blainley scoffed. "The only thing you're good for is canon fodder."
"I have a talent. Just watch." Ezekiel did a few whistles. "Whistling?" Blainley scolded. "Whistling?! That won't-" Something dropped down from the sky and landed on her head with a SPLAT. "What is this?!" Blainley complained. A little robin flew down and landed on Ezekiel's finger. "Oh, what wonderful bird calls!" Ella gushed. "Can he be in?"
"What other options do we have?" Millie reasoned.
"Yeah!" Ezekiel cheered. "Rocking it tonight! Don't worry, guys. The Zeke won't let you down."
"Anybody gonna tell me what this gunk on my head is so I can get someone to clean it off?" Blainley demanded.
"Oh, that? Any old shampoo should get that bird poop out."
"Bird poop?! AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Confessional: Blainley (Confused Bears)
"This is NOT what I signed up for! Not by a long shot! I'd better ring up my lawyers."
"Contract, Blainley," Chris mocked from outside. "Ironclad." Blainley just scowled in response.
End Confessional
With the Gophers, Beth was twirling some fire batons in her hands. "Are you sure this is safe?" Rose asked as the others kept their distance.
"It's okay," Beth assured the group. "I've been practicing." She tossed the fire batons up in the air. Everyone quickly ducked as one of the fire batons crashed down and scorched the earth below. "I kind of missed the catching class," Beth admitted to the others.
"Uh, guys?" Alan noted. "The bush is on fire." He pointed to a bush that was aflame because of the other fire baton. Justin suddenly burst out of the bathrooms and extinguished the flames with a fire extinguisher. Leshawna passed him a bottle of water after he was finished. Justin then ripped off his shirt and downed the water, with a drop sizzling as it landed on his chest. "Okay," Heather decided as most of the girls gushed at Justin's physique, "So I think it's Carly, Sarah, Trent and...Justin. Any objections?" Everyone nodded their heads no.
Meanwhile, Gwen was writing something in her book when Cody walked over to her. "Whatcha got there, a journal?" he asked.
"Beat it," Gwen sternly replied as Cody sat down.
"Oh, I get it. Yeah, it's private, huh. I'm down with that. Yeah. It's cool, brah." Cody leaned in closer. "What part of 'beat it' don't you understand?" Gwen scolded. Cody then sniffed Gwen's hair. "What are you, some kind of freak?" Gwen demanded as she got up with her journal.
"You-you just smell really pretty," Cody nervously stammered.
"It's just soap." Gwen then walked over to where Trent was practicing his guitar. "I won't even ask," she said as she walked over the charred ground and Cody followed her. Trent looked over at her and smiled, something that Carly took notice of. "Do you think Gwen's a...a good person?" she asked.
"Yeah," Trent replied. "I do." Lindsay tapped Heather's shoulder as the duo looked over at Gwen and Cody. "Look," Heather teased as Cody offered the door to Gwen, "The first hook-up of the season."
"Oh, yeah," Gwen sarcastically replied. "We are going at it big time. I need a swim just to cool off." She slammed the door shut. Cody tried to peek in but Gwen, now in her bathing suit, opened the door on him. "Gwen, wait up," Trent offered. "I'll come with you."
"Sure," Gwen replied. She then eyed the others. "I mean, whatever," she said. She and Trent walked off. Lindsay tried to follow but Heather stopped her. "You stay here," Heather instructed. "We've got a diary to find."
"What are you two talking about?" Carly asked them. Before she could get an answer, a loud BOOM caught everyone off-guard. "What the hell was that?!" Heather yelled out.
"Sounds like another act bombing," Greg teased as he, Destiny and Paul stuck their heads out the cabin. "Or should I have said 'smells'?"
"Ha-ha!" Destiny laughed as the duo shared a fist bump. "Stink, stank, stunk it up!"
"And I have a hunch on who triggered it," Paul guessed. Later on the stage, the Rats were keeping busy. DJ, Duncan, MK and Luna were busy playing a card game on some crates while Courtney and Lightning practiced their talents. "So, can you really stand on your hands for twenty minutes?" Geoff asked Bridgette.
"Wanna bet that I can't?" Bridgette wagered as she held up a candy bar.
"Oh, you're on!"
"I'll take a piece of that action," Harold piped in.
"Yeah," Luna added. "I'm good at bets. House wins again, MK."
"That's the fourth time in a row!" MK moaned.
"That's, like, virtually impossible," DJ commented.
"I really wanna see that!" Emma cheerfully inputted.
"Aye," Anthony agreed. "Show us what you've got."
"Ante up," Bridgette told the Rats. Soon, everyone pulled in either a treat or some money. "Okay," Bridgette told the group, "Twenty minutes starting...now!" She got on her hands and started to walk a little. Courtney was still practicing on her violin when she noticed Bridgette walking on her hands. "Awesome!" Harold cheered.
"That's impressive, Bridgette," Bowie complimented.
"She'd better hurry it up," Austin bluntly commented as he plugged his nose. "She's starting to stink like cow patties on a July afternoon." Unknown to the group, a dark and smelly figure crept over to the ropes and cut one of them with a knife, causing a light to come crashing down. "Oh, crap!" Bridgette gasped as she saw the now-broken violin.
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Courtney, now with a bandage wrapped around her head, clutched the shattered remains of her violin. "I'm sure it'll be okay," Nichelle assured her as she, Scott, Dawn and Julia sat around her. Bridgette tried to walk over to them. "You..." Courtney seethed. "You killed my violin."
"I didn't mean to," Bridgette defended. "There must be something we can do." She tried to piece together the broken violin but it only broke more, sending Courtney to tears. "Shame on you, Surfer Girl," Scott scolded as he hugged Courtney. "You purposely broke our only chance at victory."
"I do not believe that is the case," Dawn argued. "I sense a darker force is at play. Who it is, I'm not entirely sure of."
"Is what we heard true?" Jane gasped as she and Sol ran over to them. "Someone wrecked Courtney's violin?"
"It was an accident!" Bridgette cried out. "And I'm so sorry, Courtney!"
"But you are not the cause of this," Dawn defended, "Even if you have the grace of a beached seal sometimes."
"Wait a minute," Jane thought, "First Sky's arm, then Corey and Helen's guitars, now Courtney's violin...that means..." She gave a loud gasp of realization. "No!" she cried out is disbelief.
"Excuse me," Julia interjected, "But can I get a little clarity here?"
Confessional: Jane (Frogs of Death)
"If there is someone sabotaging the acts, that means the person behind it is on my team! They're the only ones who's unaffected by this! But why would they do such a thing? It's simply not right!"
End Confessional
Back at the Gopher cabin, Heather was opening the door. "You stand guard," she whispered to Lindsay, "And remember, if you see Gwen coming, warn me." She shut the door behind her. "Okay," Lindsay complied. She looked around for a few seconds.
Over by the docks, Gwen and Trent were sitting by the water. "Sometimes I need to get away from everyone here, you know?" Gwen confessed. "I mean, it's like they're all driving me crazy." She then looked at Trent. "Well, almost all of them," she admitted with a slight blush. The duo suddenly heard a loud rumbling. "CANNONBALL!" Owen and Chase shouted. They, along with Cody and Alan, ran across the dock and dove into the water with a SPLASH, drenching Gwen. "I hate this place!" she spat out before storming off.
"Nice going, guys," Trent told the group of boys.
"Yeah," Owen scolded as he eyed Cody and Chase, "Nice going."
"Were you two-?" Alan began to ask. "Oh! Sorry, man."
Meanwhile, Heather was rummaging through the cabins. "Okay," she thought, "If I were a secret diary, where would I be stashed?" Outside, Lindsay was toying with her hair when she noticed Gwen. "Hey, Gwen," she casually greeted. She then recalled what Heather told her. "Gwen!" she exclaimed in a loud voice as she stood up. "It's you! Hi!" Heather overheard her and picked up her pace. "What are you doing here outside the cabin, Gwen?" Lindsay asked.
"Trying to get into the cabin," Gwen replied with an annoyed tone.
"Oh, you're trying to get into the cabin. That's very interesting." Heather started to search through a drawer. "Wait," Lindsay told Gwen as she kept her outside, "Stay here. We can...get tans together, and you can totally use one." Heather managed to find Gwen's diary. "Yes!" she quietly exclaimed. "She is so dead!"
"Are you gonna move or do I have to throw you out of my way?" Gwen warned Lindsay. Heather quickly closed the drawer and pushed the suitcases away. "You can try," Lindsay countered as she did a pose, "But I have martial arts training!" Gwen simply scowled at her. "Okay, you can go in," Lindsay complied. "Look, Gwen's back!"
"Hey, Gwen," Heather greeted. "Did you have a good swim?"
"What is going on in here?" Gwen demanded.
"Nothing. Just resting before the big show. Are you always so paranoid?"
"Yeah, really," Lindsay agreed before the duo left.
"Good afternoon, Heather," Bryan greeted as he was busy reading a book. "How are you?"
"Just peachy," Heather replied with a fake smile. "I know things will go great tonight." Bryan glanced over and noticed the tiny sliver of a book sticking out. "Really?" he bashfully asked. "I hope so, too. But I'm a bit worried about the acts."
"Are you questioning my judgement?" Heather inquired as she glared at the actor, making him flinch.
"N-no! No! You're a good leader, and you've picked some talented people. I was just thinking they could use a little something more, like in Justin's act. M-maybe he could juggle as he poses or do some singing or even read a little poetry..."
"Hmph. They're fine as is. So clam it or you're gone." Heather walked off, though she was now in thought. "If you say so," Bryan quietly replied as he closed his book shut.
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"You know what? That runt might have a good idea. But I'm not gonna let him know that. He's a nobody."
Confessional: Bryan (Screaming Gophers)
"I need Heather's alliance to thrive in order for me to take advantage of it. And I think she picked up the little hint I dropped." He snickered.
End Confessionals
Later that night, most of the performers were backstage. "Okay," Bridgette told Courtney between bites of chips, "I know I'm not as good as you are on the violin, but I can do this!"
"You better be praying that you're not coming in last place," Lacey warned as she and Sarah walked up to the duo. "I hope that fifteen seconds of fame is worth it."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, Lace," Sarah defended. "You're not honestly suggesting that Bridgette would sabotage her own team, are you?"
"It's possible," Lacey argued. "Maybe she felt threatened."
"Hey!" Bridgette protested. "Maybe that's how you Gophers operate, but the Toxic Rats have more class than that. We're a team."
"Well, I'm not taking any of that sneaky, backstabbing crap on this show. You have been warned, Surfer Girl." Lacey stormed off, leaving Bridgette, Courtney and Sarah in a tense silence. "Who does that girl think she is?" Courtney scoffed. "She can't boss us around like that!"
"She's just making sure we play fairly," Sarah defended. "You can't fault her for that."
Confessional: Lacey (Screaming Gophers)
"I know I sounded a little harsh, but you've got to be firm when it comes to people like them. Otherwise, people will walk over you like a rug."
End Confessional
Meanwhile, Justin was admiring himself in a mirror when he noticed Heather joining his reflection. "Justin," Heather began in a sickly sweet voice, "So good to see you."
"Thanks," Justin replied, "But I know my looks are very, very hard to resist."
"Yeah. I just wanted to give you a little tip before the show tonight. Do you know what's more hot than a chiseled body? A chiseled body with a chiseled mind." Heather passed him the diary she took. "The ladies just adore guys with both beauty and brains, you know," she continued, "And I know you have both."
"Yes, I do," Justin boasted. Heather smirked before walking off.
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"What a bunch of losers. It's so easy, it's almost not fun...almost."
End Confessional
"This is it, guys," Destiny squealed to Greg and Paul. "Our moment to shine like stars!" She suddenly noticed a pungent smell. "Great Gin Blossoms, that's some strong perfume!"
"I think it's to cover the Eau de Saboteur scent," Paul teased as the trio turned their heads to the smell. "Isn't that right, Valerie?"
"You little twerps are gonna pay for that prank you pulled," Valerie seethed. "Luckily, I always carry plenty of rose-scented perfume with me."
"Makes sense your flower is a rose," Greg countered. "So pretty to touch that people forget the thorns on the stem. Hopefully your team will lose and have enough sense to vote you off."
"Ha! You little freaks couldn't best me if you tried! And why would the Frogs vote off the person that helped them the most?"
"Yes, we could!" Destiny countered. "And we know you were behind the other acts getting ruined!"
"With what proof, Bunnies For Brains? You. Have. Nothing." Valerie strutted off. "Ugh!" Paul groaned. "That stuck-up bitch! If only we had a way of taking her down..."
"Unfortunately, Valerie has the upper hand," Greg sighed. "We don't have any concrete proof. Heck, she could easily lie about the stink bomb, for all we know." He noticed Destiny had gone silent in thought. "Desi, you're unusually quiet," Greg noted.
"If that little Marina and the Diamonds wants freaks," Destiny declared, "Then let's give her freaks."
"Wait, what?" Paul asked in confusion.
"Greggy, do you still have that special Halloween make-up and those red stage lights?"
"Oh, yes, I do," Greg snickered as he got a sly grin. "Let's do this."
"Do what?" Paul wondered. "Do what?"
Confessional: Valerie (Frogs of Death)
"The weirdo trio are fools to think they could win over me. They're dorks while I'm not. It's simple math."
Confessional: Greg (Confused Bears)
"Valerie thinks she's won? Well, we'll see who has the last laugh."
End Confessionals
"It's the TDI Talent Extravaganza!" Chris announced. "Welcome to the first Camp Wawanakwa talent contest, where sixteen will showcase their mad skills...and desperately try not to humiliate themselves. First up for the Frogs of Death, it's Valerie!" A curtain was rolled out as the Frogs started to clap. Valerie emerged first with her rose outfit from earlier. She went back and quickly changed into a sparkly-blue outfit straight from Carnaval. She went back a third time and quickly changed into a leopard costume, complete with matching make-up. She even did a little leopard game before finishing, earning some applause. "Wicked fashion skills," Chris nasally explained as he pinched his nose and walked over to her. "And Chef gives..." The Chef-o-Meter went up to four points out of nine. "Four points."
"Only four?!" Valerie protested. "But why? Has he no class?!"
"Three words: too much perfume." Valerie scowled before strutting off-stage. "Now onto the Confused Bears," Chris announced. "The guy that tries to be fly...and fails every time. Ezekiel!" Almost everyone started to laugh as Ezekiel walked onto the stage. "You can do it," Ethan whispered to him from backstage. "Go on." Ezekiel cleared his voice and started doing a few bird whistles. A variety of birds flew to him, including a robin, a cardinal, a blue jay and even a gray jay. He finished with one last call, with a different bird landing on his finger. "Incredible!" Cameron gasped. "That's a Bicknell's thrush! It's extremely rare to find one in this area." Ezekiel whistled again, and the birds flew in the shape of a maple leaf before flying off. "Definitely a unique talent," Chris commented, "But let's see what Chef thinks." The Chef-o-Meter went up to nine points out of nine, much to everyone's shock. "A perfect score!"
"What?!" Valerie protested from backstage. "That redneck got more points?!"
"Tough luck, Valerie. Next up, for the Screaming Gophers, here's Carly!" Some classical music started up as Carly leapt across the stage. She gracefully danced a few ballet moves, which caught the attention of a stunned Dean, who could only gape with amazement. "Close your mouth, dude," Brick advised with a gentle nudge. "You might catch a fly in there." Carly soon finished her routine. "You have got some moves, girl," Carly complimented as the Chef-o-Meter went up to five points. "And Chef agrees."
"Thanks," Carly happily replied before leaving the stage.
"Now, onto the Toxic Rats. Make some noise for the big guy, DJ!" DJ started his ribbon dance. However, he ended up getting the ribbon tangled. He quickly got untangled and finished with a pose. "Dainty and yet masculine," Chris commented. "Let's see what Grand Master Chef thinks." The Chef-o-Meter went up to two points. "Not much."
Confessional: Sarah (Screaming Gophers)
"I thought it was good."
End Confessional
"So with the first set of acts down," Chris announced, "It's the Frogs of Death with...Jasmine." Jasmine (in a mossy-green top and shorts, along with her usual fedora taken off) walked up to the stage. Some aboriginal music started to play as she started to perform her talent. She quickened her movements as the music quickened its pace. Some cardboard standees of zombies popped up, but Jasmine managed to kick them in half without loosing a single beat. "Wow," Shawn breathed out as he watched from backstage. "She knows coreeda?"
"Cor-whatta?" Austin asked.
"It's a fighting style that's perfect against zombies."
"No," Courtney corrected, "It's a type of Australian dance."
"It looks like both to me," Ethan admitted. Jasmine finished her routine and bowed, earning some applause. "Impressive moves, Jasmine," Chris commented as the Chef-o-Meter went up to eight points. "And Chef Hatchet's lovin' it, too. Now, onto the Confused Bears with...Ethan!" Ethan rolled up a large piece of wood to the stage. He then took out his sword and made some quick slashes. A few moments later, the wood transformed into a huge statue of Chef with a crown as he overlooked all the contestants. "Wow," Chris announced. "You're good." The Chef-o-Meter went up to nine points. "And you've scored another perfect run for the Bears."
"Thank you," Ethan replied with a bow before leaving the stage.
"Now we go back to the Screaming Gophers. Take it away...Sarah!" Sarah took a breath as she looked at the stage. "I'm sure you'll do great," Valerie assured her. "Oh, you don't wanna forget this, do you?" She passed Sarah's skateboard to her. "Thanks, Valerie," Sarah breathed out as she ran up to the stage.
"No," Valerie slyly replied as she held two screws in the palm of her hands, "Thank you." Sarah began to skate onstage and soon did a few flips and grabs. She managed to balance on her board and spin it around. Suddenly, the back wheels came loose and popped off. "WHOA!" Sarah cried out as she lost control and the board was flung off. It ricocheted on a stage post before knocking her down. "Uh, ta-da?" Sarah weakly finished.
"Well," Chris commented, "That was...something. Let's see what Chef thinks." The Chef-o-Meter went up to three points. "Not great. Hopefully Austin will bring more to the table." Austin walked up to the stage. He began to twirl his rope around. He soon twirled it into different shapes, such as a cat's face and even Chris Chris McLean's figure. "Now for the grand finale!" Austin announced as he lassoed something offstage. "Come on, Sugarcube!" However, he yelped in pain when he realized that what he roped was a cactus plant. "YOW!" he cried out as he ran across the stage in a panic. "Why the hell are there cactus plants here?!" He ended up tripping over his rope, and a second later, he ended up all tied up. "Now that's some moves, dude!" Chris chuckled.
"Thanks," Austin casually replied. "Uh, I can get out of here."
"Oh, sure." The Chef-o-Meter went up to four points. "What do you know?" Chris announced. "Chef didn't completely hate it. Still good, dude?"
"Yeah, yeah," Austin boasted. He then squirmed offstage like an inchworm.
Confessional: Austin (Toxic Rats)
"I'm good with knots, you know. So, getting out of there was no problem for me."
"You got out?" 'Dumb' Damien taunted from outside. "Ha! You had to be cut free, smart-ass!"
"SHUT UP!"
End Confessional
"Now we move on to the third set of acts," Chris announced. "For the Frogs of Death, here's Shane!" Shane wheeled up his table of water glasses. He then started to play them. "He's really good," Jane whispered to Laney.
"I suppose," Laney sighed. "I kinda wish Nikki was performing, though. Her rapping skills would've helped a lot."
"I'm sure our other act will be just as good, Laney." Shane finished playing and took a bow. "Slick moves, dude," Chris commented as the Chef-o-Meter went up to seven points. "And you definitely impressed Chef. Now, let's move onto Shawn with his, uh, thing." Shawn walked onstage, though he now had a white tank top on instead of his usual shirt and vest. "Uh, hey," he greeted. "So, I will be performing an armpit serenade."
"A what?" Millie asked.
"You know, where you perform a classical serenade with your armpits?"
"Disgusting!" Valerie gagged from backstage.
"Hush up!" Austin snapped back. "I wanna hear this!" Shawn began performing The Barber of Seville with his armpits. "I heard of guitar face," Corey whispered to Helen, "But armpit fart face?"
"Impressive, I know," Helen replied. Shawn continued his act with intense concentration. "WHOO!" he screamed as he finished. "YEAH!"
Confessional: Valerie (Frogs of Death)
She was laughing. "That was so horrible!"
Confessional: Austin (Toxic Rats)
He was crying. "That was so beautiful!"
End Confessionals
"You are too good, dude," Chris sniffled as he wiped away a tear. "Let's see what Grand Master Chef thinks." The Chef-o-Meter went up to nine points. "And the Confused Bears maintain their huge lead."
"WHAT?!" Valerie protested.
"Yeah!" Shawn cheered.
"Next on deck," Chris announced, "Trent. Take it away, my bro."
"This one goes out to someone special here at camp," Trent told the audience. He started to play his guitar. "They say that we've only got summer," he began to sing, "And I say that's really a bummer.
"But we'll swim in the sun and have lots of fun
"It'll just be the two of us
"Nothing to do but just hang
"So let me say only this
"Stick around, for just one kiss." Everyone clapped after Trent was finished. "Nice work," Chris commented as the Chef-o-Meter went up to five points. "I'm liking your style, dude, and so does Grand Master Chef." Trent waved to the audience. "Alright," Chris decided as he pushed him off-stage, "Quit hogging my light, buddy. Finishing up the third set of acts, let's hear it for Bridgette."
"Are you sure you can do this?" Courtney asked Bridgette as she noticed her worried look. Bridgette's stomach gave an ominous gurgle. "Definitely," Bridgette assured her. "No, I'm-I'm great. Really."
"Come on," Austin added. "What's the worst that can happen?" Bridgette began walking on her hands. She then let out a burp, to the confusion of the others. She burped again, but this time, puke quickly followed it. Bridgette continued her puke projectiles, much to the disgust of Courtney and Valerie. "I'm hit!" Owen cried out as puke stained both his and Chase's shirts. Bridgette's puke managed to hit most of the Rats and Bears, with Nichelle even moaning and puking afterwards. Bridgette slipped on the puddle of puke before somersaulting into Tyler's lap. "Hey, puke on your own boyfriend!" Lindsay snapped.
"On your own what, Lindsay?" Heather questioned.
"I didn't say boyfriend."
"Clean-up in aisle three, four, five and six," Chris nasally announced as he stepped across the barf. "In the meantime, we'll take a short break to hose the joint down."
Confessional: Bridgette (Toxic Rats)
"Going home won't be so bad. I-I could always work at the Surf Shack."
Confessional: Austin (Toxic Rats)
"I ain't getting the big hoopla. It's just barf."
End Confessionals
While Stan and Oliver hosed down the stage, Sol peeked out from backstage. "I feel silly," Helga grumbled, though her body was hidden from the cameras in a shadowy cloak.
"Relax," Sol assured her. "That shadow cloak will hold during your performance. No one can see you except you and me. And just to be safe, you're performing under Nikki's name."
"But she-"
"She's currently resting in the cabin, per Jane's instruction. So, no pressure."
"No pressure what?" Greg asked as he, Destiny and Paul returned backstage. "And, uh, what's that?"
"Our final act, smart-ass," Sol scolded.
"A black blob?" Paul thought.
"It could be a very talented blob," Destiny defended. "So, what did we miss?"
"Your team's been sweeping the show," Sol explained. "Frogs and Gophers are vying for second while the Rats...are a mess."
"Valerie didn't mess with them, did she?" Paul asked.
"Beg pardon?"
"That Marina and the Diamonds has been doing some wevil stuff," Destiny explained. "But we're gonna show her what's what."
"Welcome back to the TDI Talent Extravaganza!" Chris announced after the stage was cleaned. "Okay, so in a strange turn of events, Bridgette's chunk-blowing fest registered two thumbs-up by Grand Master Chef." The Chef-o-Meter showed two points. "But it's not enough to pull ahead of the other teams, who are out of last thanks to Trent's love song, Shane's symphony and Shawn's armpit serenade. So, without further ado, it's the Frogs of Death wrapping it up with...Nikki!"
"What?" Laney gasped as she stood up. "But I thought she was in bed!"
"Um, surprise?" Jane nervously replied. Helga, still cloaked in shadows, stepped onto the stage as some music began to play. "A shot in the dark," she began to sing in a stunningly haunting tone, "A past, lost in space
"And where do I start?
"The past and the chase...
"You hunted me down
"Like a wolf, a predator
"I felt like a deer in love lights..."
"Nikki's got quite a range," Bowie complimented.
"She's totally good," Emma agreed.
"You loved me and I froze in time..." Helga continued as she held the notes, "Hungry for that flesh of mine...
"But I can't compete with the she wolf who has brought me to my knees
"What do you see in those yellow eyes?
"'Cause I'm falling to pieces
"I'm falling to pieces
"Falling to pieces
"I'm falling to pieces
"Falling to pieces..." The music started to quicken, and Helga even twirled around to the beat. "Such a graceful beauty," Rodney mumbled as he watched her, completely starstruck.
"Did she lie in wait?" Helga sang as the tempo changed again. "Was I bait, to pull you in?
"The thrill of the kill
"You feel, is a sin...
"I lay with the wolves
"Alone, it seems
"I thought I was a part of you
"You loved me and I froze in time...
"Hungry for that flesh of mine...
"But I can't compete with the she wolf who has brought me to my knees
"What do you see in those yellow eyes?
"'Cause I'm falling to pieces
"I'm falling to pieces
"Falling to pieces
"I'm falling to pieces
"Falling to pieces." The music started to quicken again. "Wow," Nikki hoarsely complimented as she approached Laney and Jane. "That's some star performance."
"Nikki?" Jane gasped. "What are you doing here?"
"I was getting a bit bored in bed, so I thought I'd catch the last few acts."
"But-but-but who's up there?" Laney stammered.
"Nikki, of course," Rodney explained with a romantic sigh. "Chris said so."
"There's three problems with that, big guy," Nikki pointed out. "One, I usually stick with rap music. Two, my throat is still sore. And three, how can that be me when I'm standing right here?"
"Uh..."
"I'm falling to pieces," Helga sang in a soft tone. Unknown to her, the shadow cloak was starting to disappear from the feet up. "Falling to pieces
"I'm falling to pieces
"Falling to pieces." As the music faded out, the shadow cloak vanished from Helga, revealing her to be in a long ice-blue dress, a brown fur cover, ice-blue wedges and a silver headband in her blonde hair. "Is that-?" Laney realized in disbelief.
"HELGA?!" Nikki exclaimed, with Rodney even fainting from the realization.
"Fuck," Sol cursed out. "I'd better get lost before she puts two and two together." He tried to run, but Valerie tripped him, making him crash into some props and get tangled up in some ropes. "Tough break, huh?" Valerie mocked.
"We'll have to help you later," Greg told him as he, Paul and Destiny scurried off. "We're up next." Valerie simply eyed them before walking off in another direction.
Confessional: Valerie (Frogs of Death)
"There's no way I'm letting those deadbeats come out on top. This challenge is MINE!"
End Confessional
"I don't know what to say," Chris commented as he walked over to Helga and the Chef-o-Meter gave her eight points. "But Grand Master Chef likes your style, Helga."
"What did you-?" Helga wondered. She gasped as she noticed everyone in the audience was now staring at her. "SOLSTICE!" she bellowed out.
"Oh, boy," Nikki commented as she watched Helga storm off-stage. "I don't know what he did, but I sure as hell don't wanna be him right now."
"Let's move on to the Confused Bears' final act," Chris announced. "It's-" Suddenly, the lights went out on the stage. "What's going on?" Sky asked.
"Your magic, white rabbit," Destiny began to gently sing as she strummed her guitar and a spotlight was shined on her, "Has left its writing on the wall
"We follow like Alice
"And just keep diving down the HOLE!" The music intensified as the lights now shined, showing that Paul was playing another guitar and Greg was playing the drums. "You...can't...fix your broken promise," Destiny continued. "Our ties have come undone."
"I will not be used to be battered and abused," Greg and Paul chorused. "It's the reason why I choose to cut my losses."
"Your lies...fool no one!" the trio vocalized. Destiny looked up to see Valerie creeping up near the lights. "Your magic, white rabbit," she continued with a smirk, "Your white room, straight jacket."
"Your magic, white rabbit," the trio chorused, "Has left its writing on the wall
"We follow like Alice
"And just keep diving down the hole
"We're falling and we're losing control
"You're pulling us and dragging us down this dead-end road
"We follow like Alice
"And just keep diving down the hole!" Valerie took out a knife and tried to cut some of the ropes. However, she ended up triggering a hidden smoke trap. She coughed as she tried to fan it away but ended up falling off and crashing into the ground below. "You...can't...offer your poison to me," Greg, Destiny and Paul chorused. "In your kingdom of filth."
"WHITE RABBIT!" Destiny screeched out. "STRAIGHT JACKET!" Valerie noticed a crate of balloons near where she was. She smirked as she heard a slushing noise inside and started to throw them on stage. "Your magic, white rabbit," the trio vocalized as they managed to pop the balloons with either a guitar or a drumstick, releasing some red liquid inside, "Has left its writing on the wall
"We follow like Alice
"And just keep diving down the hole
"We're falling and we're losing control
"You're pulling us and dragging us down this dead-end road
"We follow like Alice
"And just keep diving down the hole!" The spotlight shined on Destiny alone as she walked over to where Valerie was. "I won't be pushed aside," she sang, "I will be heard
"I will get what I want
"What I deserve
"I won't be pushed aside!
"I will be heard!
"I will get what I want!
"What I deserve!" In frustration, Valerie kicked Destiny back, knocking her back and cracking her bunny mask. However, Destiny still had a smug smile on her face as she stood up and peeled the mask off. "We're falling and we're losing control," she sang as she approached a confused Valerie.
"You're pulling us," Paul and Greg chorused as they suddenly grabbed Valerie's arms and pried off their masks, "And dragging us down this dead-end road." As Destiny raised her hand, the spotlights suddenly turned red. Valerie shrieked as she saw the now-ghoulish expressions that illuminated Destiny, Greg and Paul's faces. "Your magic, white rabbit," the trio vocalized as they spun and tugged the terrified Valerie around the stage, "Has left its writing on the wall
"We follow like Alice
"And just keep diving down the hole
"We're falling and we're losing control
"You're pulling us and dragging us down this dead-end road!"
"HELP!" Valerie shrieked as the trio swung her back and forth.
"Your magic, white rabbit," the trio chorused, "Has left its writing on the wall
"We follow like Alice
"And just keep diving down the hole!" They swiftly tossed Valerie off-stage. "DIVING DOWN THE HOLE!" Destiny screeched as she, Greg and Paul stepped back. The lights switched off just as the music finished. A second later, the lights turned back to their usual color, though the trio were now absent from the stage. The audience was stunned for a moment before they erupted in applause. "Awesome finish for the Confused Bears!" Chris exclaimed as the Chef-o-Meter went up to nine points. "And with that, they have guaranteed themselves first place!" All the Bears cheered again. "We finally won!" Dean exclaimed.
"Now," Chris announced, "Without further delay, here he is: Justin!" Justin walked onto the stage and sat on a stool. "Originally, I was gonna model for you," he began, "But a friend suggested that flexing the brain was just as important as the pecs." He pulled out Gwen's diary. "Wait a minute," Carly thought, "Doesn't that look like-?"
"He wouldn't," Gwen breathed out before sulking in her seat.
"Ready?" Justin announced. "Enjoy." He cleared his throat before starting. "'Okay, so I'm trying to ignore him, but he's just so cute. If they had custom-ordered a guy to be a distraction for me here, it would've been McHotty.'" Lindsay gasped in shock while Cody smiled as he pointed to himself. "'We just totally connect,'" Justin continued. "'He's the only person I can relate to here, and I know it's a cliche, but I love guys who play guitar.'" Gwen could only gape. "Wait," Cody thought, "I don't play guitar." He looked over to Trent, with his guitar in his hands. Heather smirked as she watched Gwen run off. Justin quickly noticed Gwen, as well. "I'll take that as a cue to, uh, stop now," he nervously decided as he closed the book.
"Eto byl ser'yeznyy pizdets," Helga complained to Bridgette, Austin and Courtney.
"I ain't got a clue what the giant said," Austin commented, "But that was seriously fucked up."
"Seriously," Bridgette agreed.
"I can't believe Justin read Gwen's diary out loud," Carly said to Lacey and Sarah.
"But wasn't Gwen's diary in the girls' side of the cabin?" Sarah thought. "How did he get it without setting off the alarm?"
"Unless...one of the girls gave it to him?"
"There's only one person who gains from this," Lacey realized. She whipped her head around. "Damn it!" she cursed out. "She's ran off!"
"Who?" Carly asked.
"Heather! She must've tricked Justin into reading the diary! If we lose, she is DEAD!"
"Well, then," Chris announced, "It's down to the final act of the night. Can Lightning and his rad stunts turn it around? I seriously doubt it. Let's find out!"
"Alright!" Lightning exclaimed as he pulled out a ball. "Time for Lightning to-" He gave a gasp as he saw that his ball was completely deflated. "No!" he cried out. "Come on, buddy. Don't deflate on Lightning's watch!"
"Now what?" Bridgette asked Courtney and Austin. "We have to send someone out there or we're gonna lose this!"
"Nearly everyone on our team is covered in barf," Courtney recalled.
"That's fine, ain't it?" Austin reasoned.
"No, it's not!"
"The only people not covered in barf are Emma, Luna, Sam and Harold," Bridgette listed off. "We already know Emma sucks. Putting Luna on might bring the whole stage down. What can Sam do again?"
"Some video game thing?" Courtney replied with uncertainty. "What are we gonna do?!" The trio looked out to see Harold. A moment later, he was in front of the microphone. "Our fate is in the hands of that nerd?" Austin thought before sighing in defeat. "Go for it, Harold. You ain't got anything to lose." Harold nodded in response. He then started to beatbox, with a few "Gosh!"s and "Awesome!"s thrown in before he finished it off with a "Booyah." Everyone went silent before they started to cheer. "Wicked beatboxing, dude!" Chris announced as the Chef-o-Meter went up to nine points. "Check it out. Grand Master Chef has declared who won and lost. The Confused Bears have swept the challenge, and even though they were doing well, the Screaming Gophers have been trampled by the Frogs of Death and Toxic Rats."
"WA-HOO!" Austin hollered as he tossed his hat up into the air. "The little pipsqueak did it!"
"And as for the Screaming Gophers, pick your favorite loser and I'll see you at the bonfire." Nikki, Laney, Jane and 'Smart' Damien noticed Valerie crawling back to the benches. "Everything okay?" 'Smart' Damien asked her.
"D-d-demons," Valerie stammered, "Demons with big...big eyes a-a-and fangs...fangs with..."
"Valerie..." a voice coaxed. Valerie turned her head to see Destiny, Greg and Paul standing over her, their ghoulish expressions still present. "Boo," Paul plainly said. Valerie shrieked before dashing off, making the trio laugh. "What are those things?!" 'Smart' Damien cried out with fright as he hid behind Laney.
"It's just Greg, Destiny and Paul," Laney scoffed. "They're wearing stage make-up."
"Your performance was AMAZING!" Nikki hoarsely exclaimed. "How did you pull it off?"
"Oh, just a little stage magic," Greg humbly explained.
Confessional: Greg and Destiny (Confused Bears)
Greg was sitting on Destiny's lap. "We had a hunch that Valerie would try to sabotage us after the stink bomb fake-out," Greg began.
"But the three of us turned the tables with our plan," Destiny added.
...
The scene flashed back to Paul placing some lenses across the stage lights and Greg sticking something on the ropes. "Paul adjusted the lights to turn red during the last part of our performance," Greg explained. "It was hooked up with a motion-sensor to change once Desi raised her hand up. And I also planted some smoke bombs to go off if anybody tried to cut the lines." The scene changed to Destiny brushing on some make-up on her, Greg and Paul's faces. "I also used Halloween make-up to give us those screepy faces," Destiny added. "It's the kind that really glows underneath red lights. That's the reason for the masks: so we didn't show it until we needed to." The scene changed to Destiny and Paul filling some balloons up with the red liquid. "Oh, and Valerie didn't stumble on those paint-filled balloons by accident," Greg put in. "It was done on purpose to amp up the intensity of our concert."
...
"Overall, I'd say we totally kicked butt," Greg finished.
"Yeah!" Destiny exclaimed. "Some Valerie butt! Did you see her face?" She giggled. "Priceless!"
"Totally!"
End Confessional
Later that evening, the Screaming Gophers were at the campfire ceremony. "Kudos to you all for an incredible night of entertainment," Chris announced as everyone but Justin and Heather held a marshmallow. "Music, drama, barfing..."
"Can we hurry this up a little?" Lacey asked between bites of marshmallow.
"There is only one marshmallow left on this plate. Justin, you reminded us all that looks matter a lot. And Heather, quite a few people don't like you."
Confessional: Heather (Screaming Gophers)
"Biker Girl thinks she will get rid of me? Yeah, right. Everyone saw Justin reading Gwen's diary, so Justin will be going home."
Confessional: Justin (Screaming Gophers)
"I can't believe Heather got me to read..." He groaned in frustration. "This is why I rather focus on my bod. Less problems that way."
Confessional: Lacey (Screaming Gophers)
"I let Gwen know what that two-faced witch Heather did. No doubt about it; she's done."
End Confessionals
"What's with that glare, Biker Girl?" Heather demanded as she saw Lacey's expression.
"You got Justin to read Gwen's diary out loud to the entire world!" Lacey spat out. "Of course I'm gonna look pissed off!"
"Oh, please. Chris, just give me my marshmallow already!"
"Justin, I personally think this is very wrong," Chris announced, "But tonight, hotness just wasn't enough. The last marshmallow goes to...Heather." Lacey, Leshawna, Sarah and especially Gwen glared as Heather took the last marshmallow. "Time to catch the Boat of Losers, brah," Chris told Justin.
"Later, brah," Heather teased before tossing the marshmallow in her mouth. Justin simply sulked before walking off.
Confessional: Gwen (Screaming Gophers)
"If that evil little cow thinks she's getting away with this, she has another thing coming."
End Confessional
"I can't believe that hag did that to you!" Lacey protested as she, Sarah and Gwen walked back to the cabins.
"Calm down, Lacey," Sarah assured her. "Heather will get hers."
"It needs to be now," Gwen told the duo.
"Gwennie!" Destiny greeted as she, Greg and Paul approached the group. "I heard what happened! You gotta give that little Marina and the Diamonds a piece of your mind! But, uh, don't try sawing off the top of your head, okay?"
"You said you wanted payback on Heather?" Paul asked Gwen. "Well, I think I've got an idea. Over here." The duo walked over to the Rats' cabin. "Wake up, Harold," Paul ordered as he knocked on the door. A moment later, Harold opened the door. "Did you say you brought a red ant farm with you?" Paul wondered.
"Yes," Harold answered. A few moments later, Heather was screaming as she ran out of the cabin with red ants crawling all over her. "That is music to my ears," Lacey chuckled as she, Sarah and Gwen overheard her screams from their beds.
"Sweet dreams, everyone," Gwen teased.
Votes:
Voted for Justin: Heather, Lindsay, Trent, Beth, Cody, Izzy, Max, Chase, Helen, Corey, 'Dumb' Damien, Bryan, Lucas, Owen, Alan, Echo, Rose
Voted for Heather: Justin, Lacey, Gwen, Leshawna, Carly, Sarah
Eliminated: Justin (17-6)
100) Caleb (Toxic Rats)
99) Staci (Toxic Rats)
98) B (Toxic Rats)
97) Axel (Frogs of Death)
96) Elias (Screaming Gophers)
95) Eva (Confused Bears)
94) Olivia (Screaming Gophers)
93/92) Katie/Sadie (Confused Bears)
91) Noah (Confused Bears)
90) Justin (Screaming Gophers)
Episode 11! So, first, the elimination. Justin's fate was pretty much sealed here thanks to Heather, but in a slightly different way than canon. She decided to trick Justin into reading Gwen's diary instead of doing it herself. That way, she'll hurt Gwen and keep herself safe.
Another villain that really shined is Valerie. She decided to sabotage the other acts such as Sarah's skateboard routine. But boy, did the tables get turned on her after Greg, Paul and Destiny caught on.
Did you like some of the talents in the show? They were a little creative, like Ezekiel's bird calls and Jasmine's routine.
The song Helga sang was 'She Wolf (Falling To Pieces)' by David Guetta feat. Sia; and the song the trio of Destiny, Greg and Paul sang was 'White Rabbit' by Egypt Central.
The next episode will have the teams racing to save one of their own from a watery grave. Until next time, enjoy and have a good day.