New chapter time! But before that, I just want to thank PrincessGumballWatterson777 for today's challenge. Anyways, enjoy the chapter.
"Last time on Total Drama Neo," Chris begins, as he is standing on the docks, "Our campers' skills were put to the test in a scavenger hunt challenge that totally wasn't done for marketing purposes. What better place to have a scavenger hunt than good ol' Camp Wawanakwa? After facing dangerous animals, traps, and each other, the White Lotus were sure they would snag another win. However, Rigby drank a jar of special excretory fluid, putting his team in the lead; and earning him a trip to the infirmary ha-ha. In the end, the Whoop Butt Squad won because Courage thought that helping a lonely bear was more important than helping his team win; and in standard Total Drama fashion, he was eliminated for it."
Suddenly, a ringtone that played the Total Drama theme song emanated from Chris's pocket. Chris is genuinely surprised, and quickly answers the phone.
"Yeah? Uh-huh." Chris then scowls, hangs up his phone, and returns his focus to the camera. "And thanks to Courage's little 'dilemma,' I'm in trouble with the feds, again! Well, will I get off scot-free, and will our campers enjoy today's challenge? Find out on this exciting episode of Total. Drama. NEO!
(Theme Song goes here)
Episode 4: Fashionista Frenzy
It's morning at Camp Mahpee, and our campers are enjoying a delicious breakfast made by Soldier. Well, enjoying and delicious is a too generous description for whatever Soldier was serving today. Due to budget cuts, the camp ran out of MREs, so Soldier had to improvise with a limited pantry of ingredients. What he concocted was a mix of amateur-cut potatoes, cheese, milk, bird eggs, and what seemed to look like sausage; not to mention it was slightly undercooked. Some other ingredients might have found their way into the meal as well. Either way, breakfast was served, and the campers couldn't do a thing about it, no matter how inhumane it might be.
"This officially blows," Sam muttered, pushing her bowl aside. "This is the third time I haven't eaten a proper meal."
Most of the Whoop Butt Squad shared Sam's sympathies. The past few days have seen them testing their tolerance of low-grade camp food, and it was already running thin. Surprisingly, the one camper who was not only tolerant but found the food mildly pleasant was Rigby, who was thoughtlessly eating away. Though it's to be expected considering what happened a few days ago.
Ilana, who was sitting beside Sam, couldn't help but grow concerned. "Maybe we should complain about this to Chris?"
Sam took a sip from a glass of nearby orange juice. "I don't even think he cares, Ilana. I probably would've died of starvation if I didn't bring some snacks from home. I wouldn't mind being eliminated next."
As Ilana's eyebrows furrowed as she couldn't help but be continuously worried about her friend.
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"The conditions at the camp are horrible," Ilana complained, smashing her fist into her palm. "I don't understand how anyone could get away with this, but I think it was time we do something about it."
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Ilana proceeded to stand atop the table. Her fellow teammates looked up from their seats, curious as to what she was trying to accomplish. Behind them, members of the White Lotus caught sight of this as well.
"Everyone, I think it's time that we voice our complaints about the food here!" she exclaimed.
"Don't you think we've already tried?" Judai asked.
"Personally, I don't see what all the fuss is about," said Rigby as he took another spoonful of his meal.
"Rigby, not to be rude, but most of us can't eat garbage," Ilana remarked. "Or drink…yuk. Anyways, we're not persistently egging Chris about the horrid conditions as we should!"
By then, everyone inside the Mess Hall was listening in.
"We're human beings' people; well most of us are… but we still deserve basic human rights!"
"You know what, Numbuh 5 agrees," exclaimed Numbuh 5, while she got up from her seat. "I'm sick of this grub."
"I can eat anything, but this stuff brings some of my worst meals to shame," Goku remarked.
"Ilana's right, no way am I taking another bite of this!" Buttercup yelled. She then proceeded to throw her bowl, where it, unfortunately, landed on Soldier, who was behind the food counter. "Oops."
Blossom facepalmed, embarrassed by her sister. "You love to overdo it don't ya?"
"You traitorous, snake-eyed judases!" Soldier boomed. "I pour my time, effort, sweat, blood, and guts into making this food and this is how you repay me?"
"That's a lie, you don't do any of that," Blossom sneered.
Gumball held up his bowl. "You actually call this effort?"
"How dare you insult the products of my labor!" Soldier exclaimed. "I didn't achieve a culinary degree just to be criticized by the likes of you!"
"They gave you a degree!?" Gumball asked aloud.
Soldier proudly crossed his arms. "That's right! From good old Teufort University!" The proud cook bent over and pulled out a framed degree he kept in a cupboard, as odd as that may be. "See!?"
"Soldier," May began, "Why does it look like your degree was written in crayons? Also, what's with that red stain on the middle."
"Tuefort University is a low-budget college that happens to be in a town run by lead-poisoned civilians. As for the stain, never use your degree as a placemat. The pasta will always find a way…"
"Ok that's enough," said Mordecai. "Can we just find Chris already?"
"Let's go to the staff quarters," Ilana suggested. "He's most likely enjoying a much more appetizing breakfast than us."
"Yeah, that butt-chinned jerk is gonna get it now!" Sasha exclaimed.
"This is just a suggestion, but we should probably handle this peacefully," said Jack. "After all, we could get kicked off the show."
In agreement, the campers went off to confront Chris at the staff quarters. As they were leaving, Sam walked up to Ilana, who was behind the other campers.
"You'd make a good leader, Ilana," Sam complimented.
A bright smile shot up on Ilana's face. "You really think so!?"
"Definitely, you should probably lead the team from now on. I'm sure you won't receive any objections from the others."
"She's got my vote," said Blossom.
"Same here," Judai agreed.
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"I always dreamed I would be a leader one day," said Ilana.
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Meanwhile, in the staff quarters, Chris was enjoying a delicious pancake, bacon, and egg breakfast. He was also relaxing at a dining table, while an intern was giving him a shoulder massage. Another intern could be seen on his knees filing his toenails.
"Hey careful!" cried Chris. "Make sure those nails are clean, or you're not getting college credit!"
At the same time, a large rock busted through the windows, alerting Chris and his interns.
"Aw dammit, those were brand new!" Chris complained. Chris stomped over to the window to see what the commotion was about. Once he arrived, he was then hit by another rock. In response, he frantically rubbed his forehead. "Hey! Watch it!"
"Buttercup!" Blossom hissed. "We all agreed to not use violence!"
Buttercup crossed her arms and pouted. "At least I got his attention."
"Ssshh," Biscuit whispered.
"What do you guys want!?" Chris asked. "Is this about the animals? I already took care of that!"
"No, we're fed up with the food here!" exclaimed Ilana.
"What!?"
"We can deal with the cabins, the bathrooms, and even the wildlife! However, you cannot let us eat any of this! This stuff could literally poison us!"
"Woah, woah," started Chris, pushing his palms out. "You think Soldier's food is bad? Do you have any idea what competitors of past Total Drama seasons had to put up with? Do you even know who Chef Hatchet is?"
"Who that?" asked Gumball.
"Chef was the previous cook here on the show. He made some of the gnarliest stuff for our contestants, and he wasn't even a bad cook. He literally just didn't care, and every single one of our contestants dealt with it. Fortunately for you guys, Chef's contract expired, and he joined a popular new cooking show." As he said this, Chris wiped a tear. "In short, he's cooking 5-star meals for the greatest stars in the newly discovered multiverse. You guys are lucky that you have someone like Soldier to make your food."
"Chris listen, some of us are skipping out on meals because of this!" Ilana then extended her hand in Sam's direction. "We're essentially the backbone of this show! Look at Sam for instance, or anyone for that matter!"
Chris pondered for a second before realizing what to do. "Oh, now I understand."
The others expressed looks of joy on their faces. Everyone except Mandy, who never smiles, but instead was more shocked than happy.
"You do?" questioned Mandy.
"Totally, it's time to revamp the menu. In the meantime, meet me at the newly built stage for your next challenge!"
Afterward, Chris returned to what he was doing. Anyone up close could hear Chris barking at his interns about the broken window. It would seem Buttercup gave them another job to do.
"Alright, way to go Ilana!" May cheered.
"Oh, it's nothing," Ilana boasted. "Just thought that something should change around here."
Satisfied, the campers began to shuffle to their next destination. It would seem that the morale of the campers was boosted after that brief announcement. So much so that one camper, in particular, was giddy about the whole thing. Though in her case, she was blissful in general.
Numbuh 3 was skipping along, gleefully ignoring the others walking beside her. For some, it was commendable to see someone so lighthearted. For others, it was an annoyance.
Unknown to her, the Numbuh 3 accidentally stepped on Sasha's foot.
"Ow!" Sasha grunted and glared at the ditz. "Watch it, Kuki!"
Numbuh 3 bewilderedly turned her head and smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, Sasha! I didn't see you there!"
Sasha frowned and muttered to herself, "Sorry I wasn't standing here as if I was clear as day…"
Back to the main group…
"Anyways, what do you think our next challenge will be?" Finn asked.
"Hopefully, something physical," said Mao Mao.
"Yeah, like mud wrestling!"
"Yeah, no thanks" Mandy muttered.
"Maybe this one will be based on intelligence," Blossom suggested.
"I'm not good at those types of challenges," Rigby remarked.
"Wow, I couldn't tell," Sam sarcastically replied.
Blossom and Numbuh 5 snickered a bit.
"Aw lay off him, it's not his fault that he's dumb," said Bloo. "Right, buddy?"
Rigby was unamused by this.
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"I'm not dumb!" cried Rigby. "I'm just as smart as everybody else! So what if I'm not good with big words, that doesn't make them more smarter than me!"
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The campers finally arrived at the outdoor theater, located behind the cabins. The teams sat at on bleachers, waiting for Chris to arrive. Judai sat beside Finn, who was looking at Flame Princess.
"So, how are you and Flame Princess?" Judai asked.
"Oh, um well… right now I think we're cool," Finn replied. "Though, I don't think she wants to get back together yet."
"You must have done something super messed up."
Finn awkwardly scratches his head. "Heh, heh. No kidding."
In the seats below, Mao Mao was chatting with Biscuit.
"So Bisky, you're super old right?"
Biscuit was mildly aggravated. While she didn't mind if people knew, she also didn't like being constantly reminded about it. She balled her right hand into a fist and spoke in an agitated tone. "Oh yeah, what about it!?"
Mao Mao proceeded to put his hands up, in self-defense. "Nothing, just that I respect our elders. Ya know? Gotta love the old generation."
At this point, Biscuit was blinded with rage and punched Mao Mao off the bleachers, sending him onto the ground. Rigby and Bloo, who were watching nearby, shivered in fear.
"She's like a tiny gorilla," whispered Bloo.
"Or uh… a tiny bull," Rigby added.
Biscuit returned to her normal composure and pouted. Over at the White Lotus bleachers, Mandy was talking with her alliance, away from the rest of the team.
"Now that we're down one teammate, we should decide who goes next," said Mandy."
"For several reasons, involving intentional harm towards teammates," started Gumball. "I choose Sasha."
"I couldn't agree with you more Gumball. However, I think she can prove to be a great asset to our team. For a while at least."
"She. Almost. Got. Me. Killed. Clearly, we're nothing but expandable to her."
"Aside from that, her physical abilities are pretty impressive." Mandy rubbed her chin. "Based on her performance, the others will probably think so as well."
"Whom do you suggest we choose next, Mandy?" asked Flame Princess.
"Kuki."
"But Kuki's so nice. She doesn't deserve to go."
"If you haven't noticed, she's not very intelligent. If I had to guess, she and Gumball are the next two candidates. No offense Gumball, but you're not very strong or intelligent."
"Excuse me?" Gumball snapped.
"Don't worry Gumball, we would never vote you out," reassured Flame Princess. "Right, Mandy?"
"Right," replied Mandy, sounding very monotone and unconvincing. "Just stop harboring grudges and try to join Sasha's little alliance, Gumball. That could save you from elimination. I'd like to know their strategies as well. For now, you two, don't screw up."
Gumball and Flame Princess nodded in agreement.
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"Keeping track of your enemies is the best way to win," said Mandy. "Only problem is I'll have to make sure Gumball keeps his allegiance to me in the future."
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"Mandy might be one of the top ten unpleasant people I've met, but she's not a bad schemer," said Gumball. "If this works out, I'll know for certain that 4 people will never vote for me anytime soon."
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Gumball went down to meet up with May and Sasha. The two were pleasantly surprised to see him.
"Gumball!" Sasha greeted as she waived. "Real sorry about what happened yesterday."
Gumball still held some resentment. "It's fine. How have you ladies been?"
"Well, my foot is still aching from yesterday's challenge," May replied. "I'm doing alright though."
As the three were talking, Goku walked over to sit with Mordecai and Jack. Goku noticed that Mordecai was feeling a bit uneasy.
"Hey Mordecai, you alright?"
Mordecai held his stomach. "I ate what Soldier served us for breakfast today. That probably was a mistake."
Suddenly, bad hip-hop music started blaring from the speakers.
Buttercup cringed and covered her ears. "Argh, that's horrible!"
Chris then made a flashy entrance on stage. He was wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and a white wig with a ponytail. "Who's ready for today's fashion challenge?"
May joyfully motioned her fist. "Yes!"
Ilana and Biscuit high-fived.
"Now that's a challenge I can get behind!" Biscuit exclaimed.
Buttercup on the other hand rolled her eyes. "Aw, great."
"But first, I should inform you about the new menu items," Chris announced. "We've included new vegetarian options to go alongside the regular food items!"
Sam smiled, ear to ear. "That's great!"
"Wait, that's it?" Bloo asked.
"Yeah, dude," Chris replied. "I hope everyone got what they wanted."
"Sure did," said Sam, while the other campers groaned.
"Now here are the rules," said Chris. "Pairs of two, from each team, will be tasked to use various materials provided by us. Behind this stage, you will find fabrics, accessories, and whatever else you need to make your clothes. If you'd like, you can use anything on the island. If you'd like, we've also provided paper for you to draw your designs. Once you finish planning and gathering your materials, you can then use one of our patented Chris McLean sewing machines!"
Soldier bolts on stage holding a sewing machine with Chris's face on it.
"What if you can't, um sew?" asked May.
"Easy," Chris responded. "You can then ask one of our Chris McLean patented interns!"
Soldier goes backstage for a moment and an intern is abruptly thrown onstage.
"The quality of each one varies, but they sure can sew, and they better," Chris commanded, frightening the intern. "In each pair, one person will be in charge of making the clothes while the other will wear whatever the other created. Since you all need to know each other better, we've randomized the pairs. First up is the White Lotus. So, Mordecai will dress up Goku, FP will dress up Abby, Kuki will dress up Sasha, Mandy will dress up Gumball, and Jack will dress up May."
"This will be fun," said May.
"I guess," Sasha replied, as she looked over to Numbuh 3. Numbuh 3 noticed her gaze and began to wave at her.
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"Based on what I've seen, Kuki doesn't seem too bright," said Sasha. "But I have to make this work, so what could go wrong?"
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"As for the Whoop Butt Squad, Sam will dress up Bloo, Mao Mao will dress up Finn, Rigby will dress up Bisky, Ilana will dress up Judai, and Blossom will dress up Buttercup."
"What!?" yelled Buttercup.
"Aw c'mon," Bloo grumbled.
"Oh no," Rigby gulped.
"Glad to see that everyone is happy with their partnerships," said Chris. "You have until 3 P.M! Best of luck!"
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"What's the point of splitting us up if they're just gonna pair me up with my sister?" Buttercup whined.
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"I'm really glad Buttercup and I are working together," said Blossom. "I was hoping we could use our time on this show to bond as sisters. I just hope Buttercup is willing to do the same." Blossom pauses for a bit. "You know, it kind of surprises me that Buttercup and I made it onto the show out of millions of applicants."
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The campers proceed to get up and move over to the backstage.
Bloo looks over to Sam. "You better make me look great. I don't wanna lose because of you."
"Whatever you say Bloo," Sam sarcastically quipped.
Finn jumped down to meet Mao Mao, who was unsurprisingly unconscious. Finn violently shook Mao Mao, waking him up. At the same time, Rigby met up with Biscuit, who he was still a bit scared of.
"Have any ideas?" Biscuit asked.
"N-not yet," Rigby answered in stuttered breaths. "Let's go backstage and see what we can um…do." Rigby then saw Mordecai walking towards Goku. "Hey, Mordecai!"
Mordecai stopped and looked over to see Rigby scurrying on over to him. "What's up, Rigby?"
"What do you think of this challenge?" Rigby proceeded to put his fist on his hips. "Pretty lame, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Look Rigby, Goku and I need to get started. See ya man."
"Ok, man." Rigby couldn't help but be upset.
At the same time, Blossom motions over to Buttercup. "Alright Buttercup, let's do this!"
Buttercup frowned a bit. "Yeah, whatever."
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"Blossom's my sister and I care about her," said Buttercup. "But I know she's gonna make me wear something stupid."
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The teams were gathered backstage, gathering the materials they needed. Out of the nine pairs, May and Jack were still stuck on what they could do.
"So, Jack, what do you want me to wear?" May asked.
Jack was in thought for a moment. "Hmm…"
"Um, Jack?"
"Sorry, this isn't one of my strong suits. Perhaps we should think of some designs. It's half past 10, so we still have plenty of time."
"That's fine by me, but let's not take too long."
May noticed a stack of blank white near the stage, where other pairs were getting some as well. As she walked over to that area, Mao Mao was searching relentlessly for the materials he wanted. Beside him was Finn, slightly confused.
"Mao, what are you looking for?" Finn asked.
"Metal," Mao Mao answered. "Preferably, the golden kind."
Finn thought of an idea. "I know where we can get some. Follow me."
Finn jumped out of the backstage area and ran someplace else. Mao Mao closely followed behind. At the same time, Ilana was watching the two leave.
"I guess they're looking for something else," said Ilana. She then sat down to pick out several fabrics. "But I think everything we need is right here."
Judai squatted down beside her. "You sure?"
Ilana nodded. "Don't worry Judai, I got you covered."
"Heh, I hope. What do you have planned?"
Ilana clenched the fabric tightly. "I was thinking of making something… related to my home."
"That's cool." As Judai said this, he couldn't help but notice that Ilana seemed a bit melancholic. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but he figured that the challenge was more important.
Over at another side of the backstage, Numbuh 3 was taking fabrics of various colors. Sasha, her partner, couldn't help but be concerned.
"I hope you have a plan, Kuki," said Sasha.
"I sure do!" Numbuh 3 turned her attention to bundles of green yarn. "Oooh, maybe I should get this one too. Oooh, or maybe this one! Hey I know, I'll take all of them, yay!"
Numbuh 3 took another colored fabric while Sasha facepalmed. Mandy was observing the situation, while Gumball was getting materials for her.
"Mandy, you know you're supposed to help, right?" Gumball asked. "As a matter of fact, you're the one who's supposed to decide what I wear."
"Just shut up and get what I told you to get," Mandy snapped.
Gumball frowned and continued to gather more materials.
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"That girl really gets on my nerves sometimes," said Gumball.
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"All done Sasha!" Numbuh 3 exclaimed.
"Great," Sasha happily expressed. "You could do less with the fabric."
"Nuh-uh, I'm gonna make you look amazing!"
"I doubt it, you should let me do more of the work."
"No! I can do this!"
"Haha, no. Just sit aside and let me get to work. Cause I'm nice, I'll even give you the credit, Kuki."
"But I'm supposed to-"
"Yeah, I know. But this is a team effort Kuki."
Numbuh 3's brow furrowed. "Now you listen here!"
Sasha and Numbuh 3 began to argue. At the same time, other pairs were not doing so well. Bloo and Sam were arguing over what materials to use.
"What's wrong with it?" asked Bloo, holding a piece of leather fabric.
"Bloo that's made of cow skin!" Sam exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "There's no way I'm making clothes out of that."
"Aw c'mon. Leather looks nice don't ya think? Leather jackets, leather boots, leather…"
"No, Bloo. We're using something environmentally friendly and that's it."
Bloo crossed his arms and frowned.
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"Chris sure knows how to pick challenges, doesn't he," Bloo whined. "He just had to pair me up with Ms. Bossy Vegan-goth out of everyone else."
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"I know I may come off as a stereotypical vegetarian, but we should care about the animals and our environment," said Sam. "Luckily I'm glad that Chris is listening to what I have to say, first he released the animals, and now he's adding a new vegetarian menu. Glad to see this place is more progressive than my hometown."
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Later at the Mess Hall, Soldier was butchering a bear in the kitchen. Next to him on the table were the remains of a recently chopped-up panther and bunny. Where did he get them from? I think you can figure that out. As he butchered away, Finn and Mao Mao strolled into the Mess Hall, looking for Soldier.
"Where's Soldier at?" Finn questioned.
"SOLDIER!" called out Mao Mao. "WHERE ARE YOU!?"
Soldier walked out of the kitchen; hands bloodied from butchering. "What's up, pussycat? Can't you see I am busy making lunch?"
Mao Mao was a bit agitated by Soldier's remarks. "We'd like to use some of your steel pots please."
"No can do, pussycat. These American kitchen supplies are for my use only."
"Can't you just give us some?" Finn pleaded.
"No way commie! I will give you my pots and pans once you pry them off my cold, dead hands; and good luck because they will be glued to my cold, dead hands!"
Finn and Mao Mao walk out of the Mess Hall, disappointed.
"Well this sucks." Mao Mao sighed. "Guess we gotta think of something else."
"Or, we could just steal some," Finn suggested.
Mao Mao's eyes shot up. "Woah hold on! Steal it!?"
Finn quickly covered Mao Mao's mouth. "Quiet, we don't want Soldier to hear. Besides we'll only take some." Finn let go allowing Mao Mao to speak.
"Finn, I hate breaking the rules! If we steal, we'll be lower than dirt!"
"Mao you're overreacting. Besides, you can think of it as a way to get back at Soldier for nearly giving us food poisoning."
"Well, I'm not doing it!"
"Fine, I'll just get some myself." Finn walked behind the Mess Hall.
"Hey, wait!" Mao Mao followed behind, urging him to stop.
Backstage, the pairs had already gathered most of the material they would need. However, some, they had less than others.
Flame Princess what making a sketch with a mechanical pencil. Internally, she was trying her best to control her flames. Unfortunately, the paper she was writing on caught fire.
"Oh man!" panicked Numbuh 5.
Blossom saw this and quickly flew over, took a deep breath, and released icy breath from her mouth.
Numbuh 5 was astonished. "Man, some of y'all are real superhumans."
While the fire did stop, this action also had a negative effect on Flame Princess.
"Owww!" Flame Princess cried. "Stop that!"
Blossom quickly stopped and was confused. "What did I do?"
Flame Princess sighed and spoke, "It's nothing don't worry about it."
Numbuh 5 grew concerned. "Are you sure?"
"I said it's fine!" cried Flame Princess, slightly agitated.
Numbuh 5 and Blossom exchanged glances at each other. The other campers looked over to see what was going on. Flame Princess looked down from the table she was sitting at, embarrassed. Numbuh 5 got up from the opposite side.
"Look I'll get some more paper," she said. "You should continue thinking about what you wanna make."
Flame Princess looked up. "Alright."
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"That girl definitely got issues," said Numbuh 5.
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Blossom, seeing that the crisis had been averted, flew back over to Buttercup. Buttercup was looking at the design Blossom pitched to her, on a sheet of blank paper, and was unhappy with it. Blossom on the other hand was unaware of this and was excited for what Buttercup was ready to say.
"So, Buttercup, what do you think?!" Blossom happily waited for Blossom's response.
Buttercup hated it. What Blossom pitched was a feathery outfit, similar to a Brazilian carnival outfit. However, Buttercup didn't want to disappoint Blossom, because she was very dedicated to doing well in this challenge.
"Buttercup?" Blossom at this point was worried.
"It's… great," Buttercup lied. "We should get started."
"Great!"
Blossom quickly went backstage to gather the materials they would need. Buttercup on the other hand was unhappily sitting at the table. Meanwhile, Goku and Mordecai already decided on what they were going to do.
"A biker jacket huh?" Goku asked. "I just don't see myself wearing that."
"Yeah, I understand." Mordecai replied. "Frankly that kung fu outfit is the only thing I've seen you wear, but you can definitely make it work with your build. Besides, it's only for today."
"You're right let's do this. I wanna finish in time for lunch."
Mordecai and Goku high-fived and headed on over to one of the sewing machines. They then got the assistance of one of the slav- I mean interns. Over by another table, Rigby watched them leave and couldn't help but be annoyed.
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"I hate how Mordecai keeps ignoring me," Rigby complained. "How can you care about some stupid competition over your best friend?" Rigby pauses for a bit. "Well, we are competing for a million dollars, a million Canadian Dollars, but still!"
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"Rigby!?" Biscuit exclaimed. "Hey, Rigby!"
Rigby wasn't responding, since his mind was on something else, so Biscuit proceeded to hit him.
"OW!" yelped Rigby. "What the hell Bisky?"
"You're spacing out, again. I'm not losing this challenge because of you!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"What are you even thinking about anyways?"
"Let's just do the challenge, alright!?"
Biscuit frowned as Rigby grabbed the materials and walked over to the sewing machines. Meanwhile, Numbuh 5 walked back to her table and noticed Flame Princess was missing.
"Oh man, where the heck did she go?"
"I saw her go into the forest," May responded. "I don't know why though."
"Aw, man. Doesn't she know we have a challenge to do?" Numbuh 5 proceeded to run into the forest.
"Well, this is troubling," said Jack. He then looked over to May. "May, I think I know what you can wear."
"What is it?"
"Do you happen to know what a geisha is?"
"Oh, the ladies who wear kimonos?"
"Exactly. How do you know about them?"
"Back where I'm from, my parents would take me to this place called Ecruteak City when I was little. We would go see them at this theater and I always loved seeing them dance."
"Sounds interesting. Would you mind dressing as one?"
"Not at all."
May and Jack were the next to go to the sewing machines. Meanwhile, Gumball was checking out a black pair of glasses.
"Mandy, shouldn't we worry about Flame Princess?" he suggested. "I mean she is part of our alliance."
"Maybe, but I feel that she just wants to be alone," Mandy replied. "Besides, we have something more important to worry about."
"That's a bit insensitive."
"I care Gumball, but not enough to do anything about it."
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Meanwhile, Finn and Mao Mao were now on top of the Mess Hall. Finn was tying a rope around the chimney. He then trailed the rest of the rope to the roof window.
"I'm telling you Finn; we should stop this!" Mao Mao yelled.
"Don't worry, I'll only take a few seconds." Finn opened the window and threw the rope, hanging down. Finn then slid down into the kitchen. Soldier was nowhere to be seen, but Finn knew he had to hurry. He grabbed several pots and pans and stuck them into his backpack. Finn tried to zip up his bag, but there were too many things to close it. He then began to climb up. Suddenly, the door to the Mess Hall opened up. Soldier was whistling, unaware of what Finn was doing.
"Oh crud," Finn whispered. He then proceeded to quickly climb. Unfortunately, one of the pans slipped out and fell on the floor, making a loud noise. "Oh curd, oh crud."
Soldier heard this, and quickly rushed into the kitchen. "INTRUDERS! COME OUT AND I WILL SNAP YOUR NECK!"
By the time Soldier entered, Finn was already gone, and the roof window was shut. Outside, Finn was carrying the things he stole. Beside him, Mao Mao was giving him disapproving looks.
"Well, that wasn't too hard," said Finn.
"I'm still very disappointed in you," Mao Mao snapped.
"You had many chances to stop me ya' know? Anyways what now?"
"We smelt it."
Finn was surprised by Mao Mao's reluctant approval. "I guess man, but how? "
"Easy, we get a steel bucket, form a crucible, plus a fire to heat it on."
Finn raised an eyebrow. "This sounds very complicated Mao. Maybe we should do something else."
"No way, we've already committed a minor offense. In order to repent we will make the ultimate warrior outfit!"
Finn is hesitant at first, but eventually, he gives in. "Yeah man! Let's do it!"
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Later in the forest, Flame Princess was examining a group of purple hyacinths. After her latest dramatic episode, she was trying to cool off before starting the challenge again.
"Why can't I control it!" she yelled over and over.
Nearby, Numbuh 5 heard someone yelling as she trailed deeper into the forest. "FP! Is that you!?"
Flame Princess was startled and proceeded to look around. "Abby?"
Numbuh 5 finally found Flame Princess. While she was glad, she was also annoyed by Flame Princess antics. "What in the world were you thinking running off like that? It's already 1 in the afternoon, and we haven't even started!"
"I'm sorry, alright!?" Flame Princess snapped. "It won't happen again."
"FP, I know that you mean well, so I'm gonna be honest with you. Whatever you're going through isn't just gonna go away, and you know that. So, tell me, what happened back there?"
Flame Princess sighed. "You see, when Blossom sprayed her ice breath on the fire, that inadvertently harmed me."
"How does that even work?"
"The flames I create are also a part of me, so when someone douses them out, it hurts me as well."
Upon hearing this concerning detail, Numbuh 5 was silent for a moment. "Man, I'm sorry. Is that why you got so mad?"
"No actually. What bothered me was when I started the fire. I normally have better control over my powers, but I've been so upset lately. I think it's affecting the intensity of my flames."
"Hey don't worry. For now, I don't mind helping you control your powers."
Flame Princess raised an eyebrow. "You'd do that? How?"
Numbuh 5 stood up and pointed her thumb to herself. "Trust me, girl, Numbuh 5's got you covered. Now let's go."
Flame Princess smiled and nodded. She then looked over by the hyacinths and thought of an idea. And attempted to pick up a few, but she hesitated when she realized she could incinerate them. "Abby, or um Numbuh 5?"
"Either's fine."
"I was thinking we could use these for the dress we're making." Flame Princess proceeded to point at the nearby flowers.
"I'm not sure what you mean, but hey you're in charge."
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Later, it was 2 PM and most of the pairs were already done. Somewhere in the forest, Finn and Mao Mo were still forging their armor. Also not finished were Sam and Bloo.
"Finally, all done," said Sam, as she placed the outfit, she made for Bloo, on the table.
"Awesome!" exclaimed Bloo. "Ok, did you make that cowboy outfit I wanted? The one with the leather boots?"
"Bloo! I specifically said we're not using leather!"
"Yes, but there has been a change in plans." Bloo threw the outfit Sam made off the table and placed a cowboy outfit down. "What do you think?"
In response, Sam was livid. "Bloo I spent my whole afternoon making various outfits because you didn't like the others. Now I've finally made something that we agreed on, and you pull out this!"
"Well, I realized the punk rock outfit would've probably sucked."
"I don't care Bloo! Besides, I should be making the clothes, not you!"
"Oh boo-hoo. Look, you may not understand, but I'm somewhat of a fashion expert. Judging by your current apparel, I would say you lack any sort of taste."
Sam's eye twitched. "What?"
"Yeahhhhh, edgy emo outfits and chokers just aren't cool anymore, sorry."
At this point, Sam had enough. Sam delivered a killer right hook, knocking Bloo out cold. "I'm a goth, you jerk!"
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"I know, I shouldn't have done that," said Sam. "But that felt sooo great!"
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Sam looked around noticing that they were the only ones left. Sam then thought of a great idea to get back at Bloo. "Alright Bloo, I'll make you the perfect outfit." Sam mischievously grinned and grabbed ahold of an unconscious Bloo.
Meanwhile, Mao Mao was putting the finishing touches on the armor he made. "Finn, hand me the can of golden spray paint."
"You got it! Hi-ya!" Finn tossed a can of McLean-Brand Golden Spray Paint. Humorously, the can landed on Mao Mao's head, but he caught the rebound.
"I said hand it!"
"Sorry."
"All is forgiven. Now for the finishing touches." Mao Mao sprayed over the silver armor.
Finn's eyes lit up. "It's…. glorious."
Mao Mao's eyes sparkled. "Oh yeah. Finn put it on!"
Back at the cabins, Numbuh 5 and Numbuh 3 were chatting outside the Girl's cabin.
"How was working with Sasha?" asked Numbuh 5. "Must have been nice."
"Nuh-uh. she's really bossy," Numbuh 3 replied. "At one point, she wanted to do the whole thing by herself. I think she's scarier than Flame Princess!"
"Wow, that's tough. Flame Princess seems scary, but she's quite nice once you get to know her. I sure hope I look good in the outfit she made for me. Speaking of which, what did you make for Sasha? Is it a rainbow monkey shirt or something?"
"Of course not, silly. I made a rainbow shirt!"
"Somehow, I'm still not surprised."
"Sasha doesn't like it, but I think we'll do fine."
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Eventually, it was 3 P.M., and the campers made their way backstage to prepare for the judging. Chris stood on stage, wearing a snazzy white tuxedo.
"Welcome to TDN's Fashion Extravaganza! I am your host, Chris McLean, and we have ten campers ready to present themselves down on the runway! Let's hope they don't embarrass themselves. Better yet, why not!" Chris walks on the runway and stands above the judging table below. Our first judge is a former Total Drama co-host! Now he's a famous star on the show Limbo's Kitchen! He's a veteran of the Marines, give it up for Chef Hatchet!"
Cheers from the audience can be heard as Chef waves to the camera.
"Chef, my man, how have you been?"
"I've been doing good, Chris! Insulting people on reality TV has never been a disappointment."
"Can't agree more. Our next judge is a popular singer and a so-so racer. Give it up for Kate Alen!"
There was an awkward silence.
"I said, give it up for Kate Alen!"
Zoidberg was in the back of the stage, working with the controls. He then heard Chris yelling onstage and pressed a button. An audience cheer track played afterward. Kate Alen was a woman of African descent, who seemed to be in her thirties. She wore a white bodysuit along with orange shoulder pads. She also had a noticeable brown afro, as well as an orange headband. She waves to the camera as the recorded audience cheer is being played.
"A so-so racer? Are you trying to slander me, McLean?"
"No, no. Though, I don't see you with a champion's title now do I?"
"Hey!"
"Anyways, our final judge is a popular judge for the brand-new show Multiverse Idol. Give it up for Simian Cowell!"
Simian Cowell was a large ape, wearing only a black tuxedo, a bowtie, and black shades. Simian clapped happily while making generic monkey sounds. The audience cheer track played in the background.
"Simian I just want to tell you I'm a big fan," Chef praised.
"Same here," Kate added. "Love your work."
Simian responded with happy oo's and aa's.
"Well then, go get a quick snack because will be right back after the break!" Chris exclaimed.
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In the beginning of the advertisement, there is a jar containing a man's head placed on a table. On the outside of the jar, it is labeled with the name "Richard Nixon."
"Hello fellow citizens of the newly formed Confederation of Universes. We are all having a rough time assimilating after the Galactic Rift-Gate that was discovered a year ago. Now our collective universes have to deal with each other's headaches, wars, famines, and pandemics. However, there is one thing that the citizens of the C.O.U will never forget… the great taste of Charleston Chew! Vote for me, Richard Nixon as your first Supreme Universal Chancellor, and I will put the chew in you. Aroooooooo!"
An automated message says, "Vote for Richard M. Nixon."
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After the commercial break ended, the teams scrambled to get into position before Chris started barking out his next set of commands. Everyone was a bit on edge, and rightfully so, but they were determined to give it their all. The tension in the air was palpable, but so was the excitement and anticipation of what was to come.
"Alright campers, listen up!" Chris announced. "I'll call one person up one at a time to go down the runway. The judges will each give you a score out of 5. The most points each model can get is 15. The team with the most points after this challenge wins immunity, and since I'm feeling generous, you will also receive a special prize!"
"What is it, Chris?" Goku asked eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement as he jumped up and down like a child.
"All good things come to those who win, heh-heh. Models you're up in 5!"
The campers that would be modeling began to dress up. All but one model was prepared for their big showing, and that would be Bloo. Bloo was out cold from earlier, but Sam managed to dress him up. Unfortunately for Bloo, Sam sought to spit on his pride in the process, and boy did it show.
When Sam brought the unconscious Bloo backstage, onlookers caught a glimpse of him and laughed.
"Ahahaha, is that really what Bloo's wearing?" Goku goofily chuckled.
"Afraid so," answered Sam, with a smug smile on her face. "Let's just say he had it coming."
"Oh man, I can't wait till he wakes up to see this!" Rigby laughed.
Blossom headed to another backstage area to check on Buttercup. Upon arrival, she saw the black-haired girl gazing intently at her reflection, clad in a vibrant and feathered Brazilian carnival dress. However, Buttercup appeared to be unhappy as she had a massive frown on her face.
"Hey, sis!" Blossom casually greeted. "What's wrong?"
Buttercup gritted her teeth and groaned. "I hate it."
"Wha-?"
"I hate what I'm wearing, alright!?"
"Buttercup, it's too late for this. We have less than 3 minutes left!"
"I know, but there's no way I can go out like this! Everyone watching back home is gonna make fun of me when I come back."
"Buttercup, I thought you didn't mind. I mean, I was worried you wouldn't like this kind of stuff, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself."
"Well the truth is I wasn't, and I never wanted to do this stupid challenge with you!"
Blossom was deeply saddened by this sudden revelation.
"2 MINUTES!" exclaimed Chris.
"Look Buttercup, I really wanted to do this challenge with you. I thought this could be a fun way to bond, but I guess it did the opposite, huh?"
Buttercup looked down. "Listen, Blossom, I didn't want to upset you earlier 'cause you looked really happy today. I'm just really scared of being made fun of."
"Don't worry Buttercup. Even if people laugh, I mean I think you look great, but even so that changes nothing about you. Besides, when has my sister been afraid to wear a dress?"
Buttercup pouted. "There was this one time, but I guess you have a point."
"1 MINUTE!" exclaimed Chris.
"Ok, I'll wear your stupid outfit," Buttercup said, confidently.
"I wouldn't call it stupid," Blossom grumbled.
"Well, it's stupid to me! Alright, let's do this!"
Back on the front stage, Chris was ready to present the campers.
"First up we have Goku! Wearing a fashionable 80s Biker outfit!"
Goku confidently strutted down the runway, wearing a sleek, zipped-up black leather jacket. A patch with the number "59" adorned his left sleeve, while he paired the jacket with a white undershirt, dark indigo jeans, and black leather biker boots. He made a bold impression as he presented himself to the judges.
"Very nice, I give it a 4," said Chef.
"That's way too generous," said Kate. "Eh, if he didn't zip up the jacket it'd be better; I'll give it a 3."
Simian clapped and raised 4 fingers.
"That's 11 points," Chris exclaimed.
Goku went backstage and high-fived Mordecai. "An 11 out of 15 is not too bad."
"Up next is Buttercup!"
Feeling nervous, Buttercup stepped onto the stage donning the outfit that Blossom had made for her. A quick glance behind her revealed Blossom's reassuring smile, and with renewed confidence, Buttercup turned back to the camera and beamed a wide smile as she confidently pranced down the runway.
"Nice Brazilian outfit," said Chris. "Judges?"
"I give it a 5," said Chef. "Love the feathers."
"Eh I give it a 4," Kate commented. "That smile is way too forced."
"What!?" Blossom shouted. "That has nothing to do with the outfit!"
"They're judging on presentation too," said Chris.
Simian raised 5 fingers.
"That's a whopping 14 points!" Chris announced.
Buttercup awkwardly stood on the runway for a while, smiling from ear to ear. She was still embarrassed about her outfit, and her mind was currently preoccupied with those thoughts.
"Um, Buttercup? You can leave now."
"Oh, uh…"
Buttercup quickly flew off the stage before she could embarrass herself further. She quickly met up with Blossom, who gave her a short hug as a way of saying congratulations. Once she let go of her sister, Blossom gave Buttercup an admirable smirk.
"Told you it would go well," said Blossom. "She's kinda right though. Your smiles are way too fake."
"Shut up," snapped Buttercup, as she undressed.
"Ok, then," said Chris. "Next up is Abby, wearing a delightful flower dress."
Numbuh 5 looked stunning as she walked down the runway, wearing a beautiful white dress adorned with intricate purple flowers. Her hair was adorned with a regal crown of purple hyacinths, adding a touch of elegance to her already impressive ensemble. She exuded confidence and grace with each step she took, leaving the audience in awe of her beauty and poise.
"Interesting, I give it a 4," said Chef.
"Well, I love it!" Kate praised. "I give it 5 points!"
Simian wasn't as impressed, but he raised 3 fingers.
"That's 12 points!" Chris exclaimed.
Numbuh 5 expressed her excitement as she exclaimed, "Oh yeah, baby!" She proceeded to head backstage to reunite with Flame Princess.
"Way to go Numbuh 5," Flame Princess congratulated.
"It's all thanks to you."
"Up next is Judai!" Chris announced.
As he stood behind the curtains, Judai made some final adjustments to his attire. He wore a stylish dark blue cavalier hat with a white feather, paired with a light blue suit and a white cravat. His outfit was complete with light blue pants and brown shoes. "I hope this goes well," he muttered to himself before stepping out.
Ilana gave a thumbs up and a smile. "Good luck out there."
Judai proceeded to get on stage and confidently walked down the runway.
"Nice cravat," complimented Kate. "I give it a 5."
"You could do without the hat," Chef remarked. "I give it a 4."
Simian raised up 4 fingers.
"13 points!" Chris exclaimed. "Nicely done."
"Gotcha!" Judai replied while pointing at the judges. Judai went backstage to see Ilana clapping.
"You're not a bad runway model," she said.
"Guess I'll think about it when choosing a career," Judai joked, rubbing the back of his head.
Chris then called out to the next camper; "Sasha, your next!"
With a heavy sigh, Sasha stepped onto the stage. Her attire consisted of an oversized long-sleeved shirt adorned with horizontal stripes in a rainbow pattern and a pair of brown shorts.
"Weird outfit, I give it a 2," said Chef.
"Me too," Kate agreed. "Those stripes are not it."
Simian raised up 3 fingers, out of pity.
"Oooo, a 7," Chris remarked. "Not good."
"I knew it," Sasha irritably responded. She then walked backstage and spotted Numbuh 3, who also wasn't pleased by the score. "Great going Kuki."
"Sorry Sasha," said Numbuh 3.
"Next time you should listen to me so a flop like this doesn't happen again."
Numbuh 3's arms were tightly folded across her chest, a clear indication of her mounting frustration. "It's not like you could've done any better."
"Biscuit, you're up next!" Chris exclaimed.
Biscuit made a grand entrance onto the stage, dressed in a stylish grey skirt suit and her hair let down. Meanwhile, Sasha and Numbuh 3 were in the midst of a heated argument, their voices echoing throughout the room.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sasha asked. "I didn't get a single chance to do anything!"
"Because you were trying to control everything I do!" Numbuh 3 yelled, angrily.
As they kept arguing, more and more campers gathered to watch from the sidelines. Sasha noticed the others were watching and realized this wasn't exactly a good look for her.
"Listen Kuki, I think you a capable of doing many things, but it doesn't hurt to get some input. Yes, you were in charge of making the outfit, but please know that I only wanted to help, ok? Sorry if I got a little defensive."
Numbuh 3 was still mad, but she accepted her apology with a nod. Though she was unconvinced.
Numbuh 5 let out a relieved sigh. "That was getting heated."
"Yeah," Mordecai replied. "Good thing she handled that."
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"That little brat really pisses me off!" Sasha shouted. "How can she get mad at me when she was the one who screwed up? She definitely has to go."
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"Sasha is so, um…. manipulative," Numbuh 3 complained. "Yup that's the word! She was just so rude to me earlier today!"
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Biscuit stomped her way backstage. "How could those stupid judges give me a 10? I thought I looked great?"
Rigby shrugged. "Guess they don't like office suits. Plus, a 10 is fine."
"Still, it's less than everyone else, except for Sasha of course."
"It's like they always say, if you're not last, you passed."
"…that's not a saying, Rigby."
"It's not!?"
Back onstage Chris stood ready to announce the next model. "Next up is Gumball!"
Gumball sported a white, long-sleeved shirt that was half-unbuttoned, paired with khaki shorts. He completed his look with black-tinted sunglasses.
"Get moving," Mandy commanded as she pushed him onstage.
"Hey, easy on the wardrobe!" Gumball whined.
Gumball casually walked down the runway with his right hand in his pocket. He displayed a sly grin and such radiant confidence that the judges were already captivated by his presentation. All was going well until Gumball tripped and rolled off the runway.
Chris, Chef, Kate, and Simian laughed. On the other hand, the rest of his teammates facepalmed.
"This is why I love this show," said Chris. "Judges?"
"Nice clothes, horrible presentation," Chef commented. "2 points."
"2 is about right," said Kate.
Gumball got back up and dusted himself. "What about Simian?" Suddenly, "monkey chips" were thrown at Gumball's face, putting the catboy in a severe state of shock. "Aieeeeeeeeeee!"
Chef, Chris, and Simian laughed. Kate on the other hand was completely disgusted. With his pride shattered, Gumball hastily made his way to the communal bathroom.
"Way to screw up," muttered Mandy.
"Alright that was probably a 1," said Chris. "5 points, not good. Finn, you're up next!"
With a confident gait, Finn stepped forward, his "golden" armor reflecting the light with a brilliant glint.
"Now that's a 5!" Chef exclaimed.
"Definitely!" Kate agreed.
Simian inspected the armor, able to discern that it wasn't real gold. He then raised 4 fingers.
Mao Mao was watching from the curtains. "What!? Are you kidding me!?"
"Relax Mao," said Chris "That's 14 points, dude."
"We deserve a 15 and that stupid monkey knows it!"
Simian lowered a finger.
"Make that 13," Chris noted. "Anything else you want to say?"
"He can't do that!"
Simian lowered another finger.
"12 points!" Chris exclaimed, smugly.
"Wha-!"
"Shut him up!" Biscuit exclaimed before he could say another word.
Judai, Finn, and Sam quickly carried the disgruntled Mao Mao away.
"May, you're up next!" Chris announced.
As May stepped out, she was adorned in a stunning traditional Japanese geisha attire. Her attire comprised a red and white kimono, a pink obi tied around her waist, and white socks paired with wooden sandals.
"That's a 5!" said Chef.
Kate's eyes were sparkling with admiration. "That is so beautiful! 5 points!"
Simian clapped and raised 5 fingers.
"15 points!" Chris exclaimed.
"Yes!" May rejoiced. "Alright!" As May walked backstage, she was filled with happiness at the sight of Jack and hugged him in celebration.
"I was surprised that went so well," said Jack.
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"Wow, I must have good taste," said Jack, smiling.
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"Our final model is Bloo!" Chris announced.
"Finally, we get to get home," said Kate.
30 seconds passed and Bloo was still not on stage.
Chef slammed his fist down. "What's taking so damn long?"
Backstage, the Whoop Butt Squad was gathered around Bloo, trying to wake him up.
"Sam what did you do to him?" Rigby asked.
"I uh, punched him," she nervously answered. "Didn't know he would go unconscious."
Blossom flew over with a cold bucket of water and splashed it on Bloo.
Bloo jolted up. "PLEASE COCO, NO MORE!" He proceeded to breath heavily.
Everyone stared at Bloo, some with goofy smirks on their faces.
"Um, heh-heh, what's going on?"
"Get on stage, idiot!" Buttercup yelled.
Bloo quickly shuffled onstage. Everyone else laughed.
"Finally, Bl-by the great Alaskan cod!" shouted Chris.
Bloo was dressed in a pink dress with a tutu, which was quite humorous. Additionally, he had makeup on and appeared to be soaked. It was definitely an ego-shattering outfit.
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Finn was laughing his head off. "Man, Sam really hates that guy."
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Chris and the judges started to laugh at Bloo. Bloo on the other hand was dumbfounded.
"What is it!?" Bloo yelled. "What's so funny!?"
Chris handed a pocket-sized mirror to Bloo.
"SAAAAAAM!"
"Judges, your score?"
Chef wipes a tear from his eye. "Um, I give it a 2."
"Well, I kinda like it," said Kate. "3 points."
Simian raised up 2 fingers.
"And Bloo finishes with 7 points," said Chris. " Now it's time to add up the points for both teams. First up, the White Lotus finishes with a score of 50 points. As for the Whoop Butt Squad their total comes to…"
Zoidberg presses a button which initiates a drumroll.
"…"
"…"
"…"
As the suspense builds Mandy rolls her eyes. "So overdramatic."
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"…"
"The Whoop Butt Squad wins with 56 points!" Chris announced.
The Whoop Butt Squad cheered as the White Lotus were disappointed with their loss.
"As a reward, the Whoop Butt Squad wins a trip to the Summer Music Festival in Los Angeles, California. From Friday through Sunday, you will see performances from bands and singers such as Chip Skylark, Ho-kago Tea Time, and even our very own Kate Alen. You'll also be staying at the Los Angeles Resort, where you will enjoy exotic meals, cozy amenities, and much more."
"You had me at music festival," Biscuit gushed.
"You had me at a resort," said Rigby.
"You had me at exotic meals," Mao Mao said as he drooled.
"As for the White Lotus," Chris started, "You'll be spending your weekend here at camp, well 9 of you will."
Of course, the White Lotus were undoubtedly displeased with this.
"That totally blows," Mordecai groaned.
"I could've used some actual food," Goku muttered. "Oh well…"
"Don't look down Goku," Jack comforted. "I'd say the experience was quite enjoyable."
Goku's frown quickly changed to a grin as he faced Jack. "Hehe, your right I had a lot of fun too!"
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The challenge had ended and the Whoop Butt Squad had already left the island. The White Lotus was left to their own devices until the elimination ceremony began. Goku and Jack were sparring out in the woods. Mordecai was listening to his cassette player while out on the cabin doorsteps. May and Sasha had just finished going over their plan for tonight and split off to enjoy the rest of their evening. Numbuh 3 and 5 had also done the same thing, but the two decided to enjoy each other's company some more. Flame Princess was busy watching the sunset, and Mandy happened upon her amid her gazing.
Oh, and how could I forget? Gumball finished taking many showers after his public humiliation. After he dried himself, he walked out of the communal bathrooms and took a deep, long, satisfying, breath.
"Ok, the smell is finally gone," Gumball said, relieved. "But my pride is still stained…"
"You could use a few more showers if you ask me."
Gumball quickly turned to his left to see Sasha standing beside him. "What are you doing here!? Trying to get a peek or something?"
"Get real. Look, I want to talk about tonight's elimination. I need your help in voting out Kuki."
Gumball was amused by this. "S-sure. You got my vote."
"Perfect. See if you can get some other people to vote her off tonight." And with that, Sasha walked off.
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"Swaying Gumball's vote was easy," said Sasha. "He knows he messed up in today's challenge, so he'd do anything to save his butt. I think I got this game in the bag."
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"I should tell Mandy this," Gumball muttered to himself.
Mandy and Flame Princess were outside of the cabins, also discussing whom they should vote off.
"Gumball's definitely a target for tonight's elimination ceremony," said Mandy. "Kuki or Sasha could also go home as well."
"Well, we can't vote for Gumball," Flame Princess noted. "Plus, you don't want to vote out Sasha yet."
"Hey, guys!"
Mandy and Flame Princess noticed Gumball running toward them.
"How was the shower trip?" Mandy mocked. "You are…clean, right?"
"That doesn't matter now," Gumball snapped. "What matters is that Sasha is targeting Kuki."
Mandy rubbed her chin. "That means May will probably vote for Kuki as well."
"Yup! It's a foolproof plan."
Flame Princess was unsure about this. She didn't know Kuki that much, but she did know that Abby and Kuki are good friends. "Are you sure about this, Mandy?"
Mandy looked over to Flame Princess. "If you're having any doubts, remember that this is a competition. Someone has to go home so we can stay. It's as simple as that."
Flame Princess sighed. "Whatever you say."
Time slowly passed and eventually, it was time for the elimination ceremony. The White Lotus sat on individual logs while Chris held a plate of 9 marshmallows.
"White Lotus looks like the Whoop Butt Squad are making a comeback, eh?" said Chris. "As you know the camper that does not get a marshmallow must walk down the dock of shame, catch the boat of losers and leave Camp Mahpee."
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"I got Numbuh 5 to vote for Sasha," said Numbuh 3. "2 votes may not be enough though."
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"Numbuh 3 kept on begging me to vote for Sasha," Numbuh 5 began. "But I just had to vote for Gumball after his performance on the stage."
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"After today's challenge, Gumball seemed like the best choice," said Mordecai.
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"These elimination ceremonies are tough," said Goku. "Honestly, I hate to see anyone go, but Gumball doesn't seem that useful in challenges. Sorry man."
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"Sasha wanted Gumball to join our alliance," said May. "Even though he's kind of clumsy, we decided that it would be best to keep him for now."
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"The first marshmallow goes to Jack," Chris announced, as he began to hand out marshmallows.
Jack happily caught his marshmallows.
"Next is May."
May caught her marshmallow and ate it. "Mmmm, so good."
"Abby, FP."
Numbuh 5 and Flame Princess caught their marshmallows.
Chris pointed a finger gun at the next safe contestant. "Goku! Loved the biker outfit by the way." Chris proceeded to toss a marshmallow straight into Goku's mouth.
"Mordecai."
"Yeah-yuh!" Mordecai caught his marshmallow.
"Mandy."
Mandy caught her marshmallow and looked over to Gumball, Sasha, and Numbuh 3. Gumball was sweating, Sasha seemed confident that she would be next, and Numbuh 3 was slightly worried.
"Next marshmallow goes to Sasha."
"Nice," Sasha rejoiced as she caught her marshmallow.
"Campers, only one marshmallow remains. Kuki, your poor design didn't go well with the judges. Gumball, your entire performance didn't go well at all. That's kind of a nuisance if you ask me."
"Oh, come on," Gumball groaned. "At least my clothes were pretty good, eh?"
"Whatevs. The final marshmallow goes to…"
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"…"
"…"
Gumball began to sweat profusely.
"…"
'…"
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Numbuh 3 slowly covered her mouth with her hands.
"…"
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"Gumball."
Gumball caught his marshmallow. "Yes! Boom baby! …..um, sorry Kuki."
Numbuh 3 looked down, beginning to tear up a bit. Numbuh 5 rushed over to comfort her.
"It's alright Numbuh 3. I'll win it for the both of us."
Numbuh 3 smiled. "You're right! I know you can win this!" Numbuh 3 quickly got up to hug Numbuh 5, who was slightly blushing.
"Alright, alright. It's time to go."
Numbuh 3 got off Numbuh 5 and skipped over to the dock of shame. She then got on onboard and waved at her team. In response the others, except for Mandy, waved back.
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"I'm going to miss her a little," said Sasha. "But if anyone gets in my way, they're going down."
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Many miles away, the Whoop Butt Squad was traveling on a first-class plane. Most of the campers were sound asleep, except for Bloo. Bloo stood on top of a few boxes and was above Sam's seat. In his hand, he held a tray of food that he was going to throw onto the sleeping goth.
"Get ready for payback," Bloo whispered to himself.
Just then the plane was experiencing some turbulence. This sent Bloo on his back, and if that wasn't enough, the tray of food he was holding landed on him. As Bloo lay pathetically and covered in the airline food, he couldn't help but curse his own misfortune.
"This is so weak," Bloo grumbled.
And that's the end of the chapter. For anyone who doesn't know, Kate Alen is a character from F Zero. Simian is just an OC character and is basically just there to expand the universe.
If you read the chapter, you would have noticed several mentionings of a rift gate or the multiverse. I leave it up to your imagination for what that means, but it does have something to do with how these universes co-exist with each other.
In other news, I'll be working on the first chapter of the Total Drama Neo: Aftermath, so I'll be taking a break from the main story. Also, feel free to suggest anything you'd like to ask Vegeta, Courage, and now Numbuh 3. I've been getting several responses through my PM's and I'm generally pleased.
If you have any other questions or suggestions, please feel free to ask. As always, this is MonkeyBot54, and thanks for reading.