The scene unfolded with the campers perched atop a dizzying thousand-foot cliff. Their faces were etched with a mix of exhilaration and anxiety, and they were all clad in their swimwear, ready for whatever challenge awaited them. The wind whipped through their hair, and the distant sound of crashing waves echoed from below. Chris stood at the edge of the cliff, a devilish grin on his face, as he prepared to reveal their next daring task.

"Oh, fuck..." DJ's face drained of color.

"Hold on?" Jason turned his gaze to Chris, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "We can curse?"

"It's not against the rules."

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Jason seemed to unwind, slumping even more casually. "What in the hell are you planning to make us do? We're pretty fucking high up here. Shit, I think I could leap up and touch those fucking clouds."

Chris blinked, a sentiment mirrored by the rest of the campers. "That was unexpected."

Dawn hums. "So that's the part of you that you were hiding."

"Hmm?" Jason cocked his head. "Whatcha on about?"

"I guess you really can't judge a book by its cover," Heather muttered under her breath.

"Bro, why aren't you in the spirit?" Geoff inquired, eyeing Jason's unconventional swim attire of sweatpants, an oversized long sleeve, and sandal that revealed his ghastly feet.

Jason shrugged. "I feel comfortable like this."

As the campers stood on the edge of the thousand-foot cliff, Chris explained the first part of their challenge. The wind whistled past them, and the distant sound of crashing waves filled the air.

"Today's challenge is threefold," Chris announced, his voice carrying over the cliff's edge. "Your first task is to jump off this 1,000-foot-high cliff into the lake."

Bridgette appeared unfazed. "Piece of cake," she remarked confidently.

Chris continued, gesturing towards the lake below. "If you look down, you will see two target areas. The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic man-eating sharks. Inside that area is a safe zone. That's your target area, which we're pretty sure is shark-free."

Leshawna raised an eyebrow, clearly concerned by the mention of man-eating sharks. "Excuse me?" she questioned.

Chris went on, explaining the stakes. "For each member of your team that jumps and actually survives, there will be a crate of supplies waiting below." Images of crates filled with supplies appeared beside him. "Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge." A hot tub materialized next to the crates. "Building a hot tub! The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight. The losers will be sending someone home." A menacing creature emerged from one of the suitcases, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation.

Bridgette took a deep breath and glanced down at the water. "Oh wow," she muttered. "So, who wants to go first?"

The Killer Bass team hesitated, unsure of who would take the plunge. A lone cricket chirped in the background, adding to the tension.

Meanwhile, the Screaming Gophers discussed their situation. Owen tried to reassure his team, saying, "Hey, don't sweat it, guys. I heard that these shows always make the interns do the stunts first to make sure it's survivable."

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Chris and Chef were standing on the same cliff, where Chef was dressed in his bathing suit and an inner tube.

"We need to test the stunts first, you know that," Chris insisted.

Chef, clearly reluctant, responded, "Do I look like an intern?"

Chris tried to goad him into jumping. "No, but the ones we had are all in the hospital. Come on, just jump it, you big chicken." He even imitated a chicken's clucking sound, saying, "Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk."

Chef reluctantly donned his goggles. "I don't get paid enough for this, man."

With a deep breath, Chef jumped from the cliff, screaming as he plummeted toward the water. He made a successful splashdown, exclaiming, "Hey, I made it, I made it, man!"

But his triumph was short-lived as something brushed against his foot, and a shark circled around him. Panic set in as Chef screamed and began running in mid-air.

Chris reflected on the stunt. "Well, that seems safe," he deadpanned, making a note on his clipboard.

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As the campers faced the daunting cliff, Eva took charge and asked, "So, who's up?"

Duncan, ever the gentleman, suggested. "Ladies first."

Unfazed by the challenge ahead, Bridgette stepped forward. "Fine, I'll go. It's no big deal. Just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks." With that, she took the plunge, jumping off the cliff and making a clean splash into the water. She waved to the others from the Dock of Shame, which had arrived to pick her up.

Tyler couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "She did it! Yeah, I'm next!" He eagerly leaped off the cliff, shouting, "Cowabunga!" However, his landing wasn't as graceful, and he ended up sliding onto some buoys, groaning in discomfort as he sank into the water.

Bridgette winced from the boat.

"Woohoo!" Geoff cheered as he followed suit, enjoying the thrill of the dive.

Eva wasn't one to back down from a challenge. She yelled, "Look out below!" And joined the others in the water.

Duncan crossed his arms silently before taking the plunge himself.

But DJ wasn't as eager to make the jump. "Uh-uh, no way, man. I'm not jumping."

Chris inquired. "Scared of heights?"

DJ nodded and confessed. "Yeah, ever since I was a kid."

Chris sympathized. "That's okay, big guy." He then playfully placed a chicken hat on DJ's head. "Unfortunately, that makes you a chicken, so you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day."

DJ sulked but complied. "Aw, man, for real?"

"Bawk, bawk, bawk!" Chris clucked like a chicken. "That means the chicken path is that-a-way." He pointed DJ toward an escalator marked as the "chicken path," and DJ reluctantly followed it.

Ezekiel, excited and enthusiastic, took his turn next. With a hearty "Yee-haw!" he jumped off the cliff. However, his landing was less than graceful, as he bumped onto a rock, spun several times, and finally splashed into the water. Despite the rocky start, he gave a thumbs up once he resurfaced.

The Killer Bass cheered for their teammate's attempt, though Eva remained unimpressed.

Now it was Harold's turn. He jumped with enthusiasm, legs wide open, and shouted in exhilaration. Unfortunately, he forgot to close his legs for the landing, and he painfully hit his crotch upon entry. His scream of agony echoed through the air, making Bridgette, Eva, and Geoff flinch. Several nearby birds took flight in response to his distress.

Jason sucked in a breath. "Oh, shit!"

In the meantime, Chris chuckled sadistically. "Oh, hate to see that happen."

Courtney turned to face Chris, her voice tinged with annoyance. "Excuse me, Chris, I have a medical condition."

Curious, Chris asked. "What condition?"

Courtney replied confidently, "A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs."

Chris didn't seem too concerned. "You can chicken out if you want, but it might end up costing your team the win, and then they'll hate you."

Courtney was unfazed. "It's a calculated risk. I've seen the other team, and I don't think nine of them will jump."

Chris simply shrugged and placed a chicken hat on Courtney's head. "Alright, here is your chicken hat."

He then looked around at the campers and began to tally up the results. "So, let's tally up the results. Hold on, that's eight jumpers and two chickens. We're missing two."

"I'm not jumping without Sadie!" Katie pleaded.

Sadie chimed in. "We have to be on the same team, Chris!"

The two continued to plead in unison. "Please! Can we, please? Can we? Can we? Can we? Can we? Can we?" Their begging was relentless.

Izzy raised her hand. "I'll switch places with her," She volunteered nonchalantly.

Chris, looking somewhat irritated, relented with a sigh. "Alright, fine! You're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers."

Katie and Sadie couldn't contain their excitement, cheering in unison. "Yes!"

Izzy simply shrugged and made her way to the Screaming Gophers' team.

Chris turned his attention to the newly formed Killer Bass team. "That means you're up, girls!"

Katie and Sadie didn't waste any time. They ran to the edge of the cliff together, holding hands, and leaped off together. "We're coming, Killer Bass!" Their joyful screams filled the air as they landed safely in the designated area.

Chris chuckled and looked to Jason. "And you're the last one, my man."

Jason responded with a nonchalant shrug and walked confidently to the edge of the cliff. He spread his arms wide, allowing gravity to take hold of him, and executed a graceful jump, landing safely in the designated zone.

Chris couldn't resist a quip. "Well, that was dramatic."

He then continued his tally. "Okay, so that's ten jumpers and two chickens, Screaming Gophers. If you can beat that..."

A cart suddenly appeared, and Chris gestured toward it. "...we'll throw in a pull cart to put your crates on."

Trent, with a grin on his face, took charge and asked his fellow teammates, "Nice, okay, guys, who's up first?"

The Screaming Gophers were at an impasse, unsure of who should take the plunge first in the second round of the cliff-diving challenge.

Heather crossed her arms and flatly refused to participate. "I'm sorry, there's no way I'm doing this."

Beth, puzzled by Heather's resistance, asked. "Why not?"

Heather's reasoning was simple but typical of her. "Hello, national TV. I'll get my hair wet."

Gwen raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You're kidding, right?"

Lindsay chimed in, siding with Heather. "If she's not doing it, I'm not doing it."

Heather and Lindsay exchanged satisfied glances. Their solidarity crumbled, however, when Leshawna stepped in and made her stance clear. "Oh, you're doing it."

"Says who?" Heather challenged.

"Says me. I'm not losing this challenge because you got your hairdo, you spoiled little daddy's girl!" Leshawna shot back, her patience worn thin.

Lindsay, Justin, and Trent were taken aback by the escalating argument, while Noah, ever the observer, found the situation rather entertaining.

Heather, not one to back down, continued the exchange. "Back off, ghetto glamour, too tight pants-wearing, rap star wannabe!"

Gwen looked shocked by the exchange, as did Beth and Owen. Noah simply found the drama entertaining, while Cody wore a surprised expression. Justin, seemingly unfazed, remained focused on his reflection.

"Mall shopping, ponytail-wearing, teen-girl-reading, peeking-in-high-school-prom-queen!" Leshawna fired back.

Heather narrowed her eyes but couldn't resist a smug retort. "Well, at least I'm popular."

Gwen, in particular, was shocked by the verbal jabs being traded between the two.

Leshawna had had enough of the argument and resorted to drastic measures. She literally forced Heather to jump by lifting her and letting her drop into the water. Heather screamed as she landed in the lake, resurfacing with a cough, clearly displeased. "Leshawna, you're so dead!" She vowed.

Leshawna, unapologetic, responded with a smile, "Hey, I threw you into the safe zone. Now, I just hope I can hit it too." With Heather in the safe zone, Leshawna followed suit, jumping from the cliff and screaming on her way down. She landed in the water beside Heather, flashing a triumphant smile.

Lindsay, still somewhat bewildered by the situation, commented, "I thought this was going to be a talent contest."

Chris, laughing at the unexpected drama, responded, "Yeah," before laughing again, "No."

With the tension still thick in the air, the remaining Screaming Gophers gathered their resolve to jump one by one, each screaming in their own unique style.

Lindsay screamed as she fell.

Gwen screamed as she fell.

Cody screamed as he fell.

Izzy, as eccentric as ever, screamed excitedly as she fell.

And Justin dove gracefully, refusing to utter a scream. However, his grace came at a price, for he didn't manage to land safely in the designated zone.

Gwen, Leshawna, and Cody watched from the safety of the boat, shouting at him to swim to safety as two menacing sharks closed in on him. The situation seemed dire, but Justin's charm wasn't limited to humans alone.

As the sharks drew closer, something unexpected happened. Justin's theme music began playing, and it had a profound effect on the aquatic predators. The two sharks, instead of attacking, seemed to fall head over heels in love with Justin's remarkable good looks.

Heather and Lindsay, observing the unusual turn of events, watched in astonishment as the sharks not only spared Justin but also carried him to the safety of the shore. Justin leaped off the shark's head as if it were all in a day's work.

Dawn was the next to take the plunge, but her jump was unlike any of the previous ones. As she descended toward the water, she seemed to fall remarkably slowly, almost as if gravity had a gentler hold on her. When she finally touched the surface of the lake, there was no dramatic splash or commotion. Instead, it appeared as if she simply sank into the water, disappearing beneath the surface with an eerie grace that left the onlookers puzzled.

Dawn emerged from the water's depths with remarkable calmness, she made her way to the boat where her teammates were waiting. As she swam, her motion appeared more like a smooth glide, almost as if she were caressing the surface of the water.

Back on the cliff's edge, Beth hesitated, fear gripping her heart as she gazed down at the daunting height from which she was supposed to jump, her eyes fixed on the dark waters below. Chris held out the oversized chicken hat, presenting it to her with a sly grin. Beth stammered an apology, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

In response to Beth's chicken-heartedness, Cody and Leshawna broke into a spontaneous and exaggerated chicken impersonation, their arms flapping while they bawked out loud.

Lindsay chimed in, her voice oozing with innocence and a hint of criticism. "Oh my gosh, that was like, sooo not cool."

Heather nodded in agreement with a mocking smile. "Totally lame."

Beth, her spirit deflated, took the dreaded walk of shame toward the adjacent escalator, her disappointment palpable to everyone.

"Let's do this." Trent says, giving Owen a high five, Trent runs to the cliff and jumps. "Yeah!"

Trent lands in the water, inside the safe zone. "Woo!" Trent cheers once he coimes back up.

Chris peaks into a megaphone. "Okay, campers, there's only one person left, you guys need this job for the win, no pressure, dude."

Owen smiles in relief.

Chris takes it back. "Okay, there's pressure."

"Let's do this," Trent exclaims, a grin stretching across his face as he gives Owen a high-five. Without wasting a moment, he sprints toward the cliff's edge. With a mighty leap, he soars through the air, a wild shout of exhilaration escaping his lips before he disappears beneath the surface of the water, landing inside the safe zone.

As Trent resurfaces from the depths, he can't contain his excitement. "Yeah!" He bellows, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he cheers.

"Alright, campers," Chris announces, his voice booming through a megaphone. "There's only one person left, you guys need this job for the win, no pressure, dude."

Owen can't help but break into a relieved smile at Chris's words.

But, in typical Chris fashion, he swiftly revises his stance. "Okay, there's pressure!"

The atmosphere at the cliff's edge becomes charged with anticipation as Owen hesitates on the precipice, the Screaming Gophers rallying behind him with cheers and encouragement. Heather urges Owen on, her chants of "Just do it, jump, jump, do it, Owen, do it!" Echoing through the air.

With inflatables strapped to his arms, Owen finally takes a deep breath and gathers his courage.

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"I was pretty darn nervous. See, the thing is I'm not that strong a swimmer." Owen confesses.

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Geoff shakes his head and remarks, "I'm looking at this guy and thinking, there's no way he's gonna make it."

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"I actually thought if he jumps this, he's gonna die." Gwen says bluntly.

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Chris offers Owen some encouraging words. "Take a good run at it, buddy, you can do this," He urges, trying to boost Owen's confidence.

Despite his initial apprehension, Owen takes a few steps back, steeling himself for the challenge. With a mix of determination and fear in his eyes, he clenches his fists. The Screaming Gophers now watch with bated breath as Owen summons a brave expression. Even Noah and Trent, who are in the water, appear amazed by Owen's newfound resolve.

Leshawna joins in the support, rallying him with a simple, "Come on, big guy."

Owen, propelled by the encouragement and the weight of the moment, runs toward the cliff's edge, letting out a war cry that echoes through the air. As he jumps, a chilling scream escapes his lips, amplifying the intensity of the moment. "Oh crap!"

Chris, witnessing Owen's daring leap, can't hide his amazement. Noah and Trent, who had been smiling from the water, stop when Owen falls closer to them, their expressions shifting to concern.

Jason can't help but calculate the physics of the situation as he watches Owen's descent. "Isn't he like 300 pounds? And with gravity, mass x acceleration..." He begins to ponder, but before he can finish his thought, his eyes widen in realization. "OH SHI-"

Owen's massive splash sends shockwaves through the water, carrying both teams to the shore alongside the boat. The unexpected result of his jump leaves everyone in awe, with a stranded shark gripping onto a tree as a bizarre consequence of his colossal splash. Despite the initial doubts, the campers are jubilant, with Owen celebrating from the safety of the zone. "Yes! Yeah! Oh yeah, who's the best?!"

The triumphant atmosphere continues as Beth can't contain her excitement and lets out a cheer.

Leshawna, feeling the victory in her bones, raises her arm triumphantly into the air, celebrating the Screaming Gophers' win.

Chris, using his megaphone, announces the official result. "The winner is, the Screaming Gophers!" His declaration echoes through the scene, confirming their victory and intensifying the celebration.

Trent, in the midst of the cheers, suddenly notices Owen's worried expression. Concerned, he asks, "What's wrong?"

Owen's response, however, takes an unexpected and awkward turn. "I think I lost my bathing suit," He sighs, revealing a rather embarrassing predicament.

The campers' reactions shift from elation to disgust, their victorious mood dampened by Owen's revelation.

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The scene transitions to the jubilant Screaming Gophers, who are happily singing and marching along with their crates.

"Forty-nine bottles of pop on the wall, forty-nine bottles of pop. If one of those bottles should happen to fall, forty-eight bottles of pop on the wall," They sing in unison, their camaraderie on full display.

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Meanwhile, the Killer Bass team is encountering some difficulties with their crates. Duncan expresses his frustration by giving his crates a swift kick, while DJ struggles to lift his. Courtney, attempting to help by pushing a crate, inadvertently gets a splinter.

"Ow. I think I just got a splinter." She complains, wincing in pain.

Eva approaches and effortlessly lifts the crate Courtney was pushing. She wastes no time in addressing Courtney's complaints. "Shut up and pick your crate," Eva commands, dropping the crate at Courtney's feet with a dismissive remark. "Chicken."

Courtney defends herself against Eva's remark. "Hey, I'm the only CIT camping experience here; you need me."

DJ and Eva exchange confused glances, uncertain how to respond to Courtney's claim.

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Meanwhile, the Screaming Gophers continue their light-hearted singing. "Thirty-two bottles of pop on the wall," They chant, maintaining their cheerful demeanor. Lindsay briefly breaks away from the group to pick up a conch shell, holding it to her ear before hurrying back to her teammates to resume the song. "If one of those bottles should happen to fall."

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As the Killer Bass work together, Tyler is in the midst of carrying a crate but struggles and drops it. Frustrated, he announces, "Ugh. I've got to take a whiz," And starts walking away in search of a private spot.

Eva, who is carrying a crate significantly larger than Tyler's, urges him to hurry. "Hurry up, we're behind,"

"Oh, I have to go too." Katie admits while pushing a crate with Sadie.

Sadie, not wanting to be separated, hesitates but eventually agrees. "You do? Oh my gosh, me too."

They follow Tyler, but soon the two friends decide to venture in the opposite direction that he went, possibly in search of a more comfortable and private spot to address their needs

As Courtney stands there, a pesky fly buzzes around her face, clearly becoming a nuisance. She swats at it and, with unfortunate precision, smacks it right onto her eye. "Ow, I think something just bit me." She exclaims, feeling the sting of the fly's demise.

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The Screaming Gophers, in the midst of their song, reach the point of, "Zero bottles of pop on the wall." Before coming to a stop.

Beth points out the campgrounds in the distance. "Hey look, there's the campgrounds,." She announces.

"That was pretty easy." Owen remarks.

Cody nods in agreement. "I'm pleasantly surprised." He adds.

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Katie and Sadie return to the group, but Eva, growing impatient, taps her foot, clearly wanting to keep moving.

"All better?" Eva asks them.

Katie responds, "Yep."

Courtney interrupts with a complaint. "Can we go now? I think my eye is swelling up."

Katie and Sadie head back to push their crates. But soon, they both express discomfort. Sadie frowns and comments. "Ooh, something is itching me. Are you itching too?"

Katie agrees. "Totally itchy, really bad."

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The Screaming Gophers are now faced with an unusual challenge as they attempt to pull the crates out with their teeth.

Chris interjects with a reminder for the contestants. "Remember, guys, you can only use your teeth to open the crate. I came up with that one." He announces, clearly reveling in the creative aspect of the challenge.

Izzy pulls one of the crates with her teeth and, with a burst of excitement, exclaims. "Hey, I think I got it open." She successfully opens the crate, revealing a collection of supplies.

However, her triumph is short-lived as she realizes the downside of her unorthodox approach. "Ow, ow, ow, rope burn on my tongue!"

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As Katie and Sadie continue to experience discomfort, their itching worsens. Sadie, unable to bear it any longer, admits. "D'ooh, it's really itching now," While Katie adds, "Mine feels like it's burning."

If one were to look closely, they would notice that both Katie and Sadie's behinds have turned red.

Desperation sets in, and Sadie eventually gives in. "Okay, I have to scratch," She concedes, and they both start scratching to find some relief.

Just then, Chris arrives on an ATV, clearly unimpressed by the Bass' slow progress. "You guys are way behind the other team, like way behind. What's the problem?" He inquires, expecting a reasonable explanation for their lagging pace.

Courtney speaks up. "Their butts are itchy," She remarks. However, the focus instantly shifts to her swollen eye.

Chris's reaction is unexpected, as he jumps in surprise. "Ah! Oh my boxers, that's bad!" He exclaims.

Katie and Sadie continue to scratch their behinds in desperation, trying to alleviate the discomfort caused by their itching.

Bridgette approaches the distressed duo with Jason and asks. "Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?"

"Yeah." Katie confirms.

Bridgette follows up with a crucial question. "Did you happen to notice what kind of plants you were squatting over?"

"They were kind of oval-shaped and green all over the place." Sadie recalls.

Bridgette refines her inquiry. "Were they low to the ground, about this big?" She uses her hands to show the size.

Katie and Sadie nod in agreement.

Jason shakes his head. "Oh fuck, don't tell me…"

Bridgette can't help but smile. "You guys squatted on poison ivy."

Shock washes over Katie and Sadie's faces, quickly followed by panic. "What do we do?" They exclaim in distress.

Chris, finding the situation amusing, bursts into laughter. "No way, that's awesome!" He says between laughs.

Desperate for relief, Katie and Sadie resort to dragging their bottoms on the sand in an attempt to soothe the burning sensation, but it proves futile.

"Somebody help us!" They scream in agony.

Jason, observing the situation, considers the implications for their team. "I guess we're down two members for now?" He asks his teammates, concerned about the setback.

Eva growls in frustration.

Jason quickly responds. "Hey, it's cool! I got an idea."

Eva raises an eyebrow. "Oh? What would that be?"

Jason gets on all fours and places his hands and feet on the sand like a spider, creating an unusual posture. "Stack all the crates on my back." He suggests.

His teammates look at him with a mix of confusion and skepticism.

Undeterred, Jason tries to reassure them. "Just trust me. I've got impeccable fucking balance."

The Killer Bass members exchange uncertain glances but seem willing to entertain the idea.

Eva, deciding to give it a shot, hoists her monstrously sized crate onto her shoulder, and then carefully places it on Jason's back.

"Goddamn!" Jason exclaims once he feels the weight of the crate, but he quickly adjusts himself. "Alright, next!"

As the team begins to follow suit and stack crates on Jason's back, even Chris can't help but offer his own commentary. "That boy is not right in the head." He mutters, watching the unusual scene unfold with a mix of amusement and bewilderment.

Geoff, concerned for Jason's well-being, checks in on him as the crates pile up. "Uh, Dude, this thing is getting pretty high. You still good?" He asks, keeping an eye on Jason's balance.

Jason, despite the trembling in his limbs, maintains his confidence. "Oh, totally, bro! I'm good." he assures them. "It's just like back home with them hay barrels. I ain't no beginner."

Ezekiel, intrigued by the mention of farm life, can't help but inquire, "Hay barrels?"

Jason, with a dry and sarcastic tone, responds. "Can't you tell by my sun-kissed complexion that I was raised on a farm?" His comment is met with skepticism, considering his rather pale and ghostly appearance.

Eva, not one for words, rolls her eyes and prompts Jason to get moving. "Since you're so confident, then get moving," she commands.

Jason takes it as his cue and starts scurrying across the sand like a spider, balancing the crates precariously on his back. His teammates watch in amazement and bewilderment at his unexpected skill.

Tyler, surprised by Jason's agility, comments. "Huh, what do ya know, he's actually doing it. If it was me, I would've tripped by now."

"Well, good thing it's not you, then." Duncan smirks. "But you know what, he's not what I expected him to be."

"What? Were you expecting some gnarly, anti-social emo kid that you could relate to?" Bridgette playfully teases.

Duncan laughs sarcastically in response.

"We should probably catch up now before he leaves us completely," Courtney suggests, recognizing the need to keep pace with their unique teammate. "Or worse, he can't handle the weight."

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The scene transitions to the Screaming Gophers as they examine their supplies in their carts.

"Hey, check it out, I got wood," Owen exclaims, showing off his find with a grin.

Trent inspects his items and holds up some tools along with what appears to be a pool liner. "I've got some tools here, and what looks like a pool liner?" He remarks, raising an eyebrow at the peculiar assortment.

Meanwhile, Heather and Lindsay approach Leshawna, seemingly seeking a truce.

Heather extends her hand, indicating her desire for peace. "I just wanted to say I didn't mean that about you being a ghetto rap star wannabe, and I love your earrings, they're so pretty," she says, attempting to make amends.

Leshawna, willing to let bygones be bygones, reciprocates the sentiment. "Straight up? Well, I'm sorry about pushing you over the cliff and all." She apologizes.

Heather extends her hand in a truce. "No worries. I needed a push. Truce?" Leshawna accepts the gesture, and they fist bump before parting ways.

Curious, Lindsay approaches Heather with a question. "Did you mean all that stuff you said to Lafawnda back there?"

Heather scoffs. "Leshawna?" She corrects, adding, "No, she's going down. And P.S. Those are the ugliest earrings I've seen in my life."

Lindsay simply responds with an understanding. "Oh."

Heather proceeds to put on lipstick, Lindsay, still curious, questions her motives. "So if you hate her, why are you being nice to her?"

Heather explains her perspective. "You ever seen one of those shows? Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer," She says, implying her strategic approach to the competition.

Lindsay, sounding a bit worried, asks. "Oh. I'm your friend, right?"

Heather's response is somewhat reassuring but leaves room for doubt. "Oh yeah, for now," she says before walking away.

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As the Screaming Gophers work on building a hot tub, the Killer Bass team arrives at the campsite, led by Jason's unorthodox entrance. He scurries along the ground like a bizarre, haunted spider, bearing the weight of four monstrously sized wooden crates on his back. With a tired groan, Jason rolls to the side, allowing the crates to crash to the dirt.

The rest of his teammates follow, carrying the smaller and extra crates, though they seem to be missing a few members.

Harold sighs in relief. "Finally."

Trent, slightly bewildered by the sight before him, greets them, "Hey, what's up, guys?"

Leshawna, who had been hidden in one of the crates, emerges and instantly points out the discrepancy. "Hey, aren't you missing a couple of white girls?"

Courtney, Ezekiel, and Harold exchange puzzled looks, realizing they don't know where the rest of their team is.

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Meanwhile, Katie and Sadie are in the water, sighing in relief that their bottoms aren't itching anymore.

However, the moment takes an unexpected turn as Sadie accidentally lets out a fart, leaving Katie visibly disturbed.

"Oops!" Sadie giggles.

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Courtney, not wanting to reveal their situation, nonchalantly explains, "They're getting a drink."

Harold whispers to Ezekiel. "Yeah, if they drink from their butts."

Ezekiel chuckles. "That's funny."

Leshawna, noticing Courtney's swollen eye, is taken aback. "Ooh, what happened to your eye, girl?" She points out.

Courtney covers her eye. "Nothing. Just an allergy, I think."

Ezekiel, however, expresses concern. "I think it's getting worse."

"Shut up! We don't want them to know that." Courtney sharply responds.

Jason, lying face-down on the ground after his exhausting entrance, finally lifts his head from the dirt. He questions the significance of keeping their situation a secret. "What is that going to fucking change?" he mutters, clearly exasperated from his exertions. "Please explain to me why them knowing we're down two ladies is such a dramatic deal?"

Trent, seemingly unfazed by Jason's colorful language, asks if he's alright.

Jason's response is a mixture of frustration and pain. "Motherfucker, I just crawled two miles on a fucking beach, with crates on my back! My limbs are sore, and my back feels like I got hit with cancer! So no… I'm not exactly fucking peachy at the moment!" He vents, still lying on the ground with a face full of dirt.

Gwen expresses her surprise. "Huh, was not expecting that."

Leshawna, curious about Jason's choice of words, asks, "Do you always curse?"

"It's my life. I follow the way of the cuss. It chose me, and I shall follow." Was Jason's muffled response.

Courtney rolls her eyes at his response.

Dawn makes her presence known by crouching next to Jason, startling her fellow campers.

"Holy?! When did you get her?!" Harold instinctively fends her off with some karate moves.

Dawn calmly responds to the startled reactions. "I was always here," and offers Jason a water bottle.

Jason, seemingly unbothered by Dawn's appearance, gratefully accepts the water bottle she offers. "Thank ya, little lady, much appreciated."

Dawn nods, before going back to the hot tub that she and her team were building.

Jason parts his hair slightly so that he could take a sip, sighing in relief at the coolness, before standing up and cracking his boneswith an unnatural flexibility that makes the other campers wince.

"So where our team at?" Jason asks his gathered teammates.

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Geoff, standing tall on a pile of crates, takes on the role of motivator. "Okay dudes, it's not too late. We can do this," He asserts, attempting to rally his teammates and boost their morale.

In contrast, the scene cuts to Harold, Courtney, and Ezekiel, who are sitting down on the steps of a cabin. Harold drools, and Ezekiel casually picks his nose, much to Courtney's dismay.

"Ew," Courtney grimaces in response to their behavior.

Ezekiel, undisturbed, simply wipes his findings away.

Bridgette shivers. "That's really gross"

Jason, still recovering from his crate-carrying ordeal, chimes in with a nonchalant comment from the ground. "Not the worst thing I've seen." DJ, apparently using Jason's back as a makeshift step, tries to alleviate some of the strain from his teammate's overworked body.

Courtney decides it's time to take charge. She stands up and addresses her team. "Okay, look, guys. We have a hot tub to complete, and we need a project manager. Since I've actually been a CIT before, I'm electing myself."

The Killer Bass, seemingly bored and unenthusiastic, await further instructions.

"Where do we begin, cyclops?" Duncan quips.

Ignoring the comment, Courtney gives her team clear instructions. "Open the crates," she orders, her finger aimed at her team members. She then singles out Bridgette with a specific task. "Bridgette, go find those itchy girls. We need all the help we can get."

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Beth and Justin are in the middle of building the hot tub, trying to follow the instructions and piece it together.

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Harold and Geoff are working on fixing the hot tub, but their efforts don't seem to result in a properly built structure, and the hot tub breaks.

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Heather hands Trent a hammer, and Trent proceeds to hammer in a nail to secure a part of the hot tub.

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Duncan hands Tyler a hammer, but soon a tug-of-war ensues as the two fight for the hammer. The struggle causes the hammer to go flying from their grasp. Bridgette, who is nearby, doesn't pay attention to their antics but ducks to grab a piece of wood. The hammer accidentally hits Harold in the groin. In her own unintentional contribution to the chaos, Bridgette then inadvertently hits Harold in the face with the plank of wood, knocking him down.

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Dawn and Lindsay engage in a conversation about the conch shell. Izzy approaches and asks to see the shell, which Lindsay gladly hands over. Izzy inspects the shell before unexpectedly licking the shell both on its surface and inside the opening. She then hands it back to a shocked Lindsay and a disturbed Dawn.

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DJ and Geoff decide to help Jason relieve the strain on his back by attempting to stretch him. DJ holds onto Jason's hands, while Geoff grabs his feet. They pull with all their might, but the effort is too much for DJ to handle. He loses his grip and tumbles backward, accidentally bumping into Ezekiel and burying the farm boy in the sand.

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On the Screaming Gophers' side, Noah pours water from the lake into a bucket and passes it on to Cody, who then passes it to Justin, and Justin finally passes it to Gwen. Gwen pours out the water as part of their hot tub assembly.

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A leak starts to form in the Killer Bass' improperly built hot tub. Courtney steps in and tapes up the leak to prevent further issues.

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The two teams anxiously await Chris's inspection of their completed hot tubs.

Chris starts by testing the Screaming Gophers' hot tub and seems quite pleased with the result. "This is an awesome hot tub," He declares.

The Screaming Gophers burst into cheers, celebrating their apparent success. Owen, in his enthusiasm, emerges from the hot tub, only to reveal that he's naked due to losing his swimsuit.

Chris then turns his attention to the Killer Bass' hot tub. To their horror, a seagull is perched on their hot tub. Chris attempts to shoo it away, but when he taps the hot tub, a leak emerges, splashing him. In a final disastrous turn of events, the Killer Bass' hot tub collapses.

Chris, surveying the scene, delivers the verdict. "Well, I think we have a winner here," He announces, looking around at the disappointed Killer Bass. "The Screaming Gophers."

The Screaming Gophers erupt in cheers once more, relieved to have won the challenge and secured their safety from elimination.

Chris continues with the news. "Gophers, you are safe from elimination, and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer," He adds dramatically. "Bonus!"

The Gophers cheer again, their spirits lifted by their victory.

Lindsay excitedly celebrates their win. "We won! We all get to stay in for another three days!" she cheers, joined by Beth and Heather in their celebration.

However, their joy is short-lived as Owen, still in the nude, interrupts their celebration. "Woohoo! Haha! We get to stay-ay, we get to stay-ay, we are so awesome!" He exclaims, hugging Heather and Lindsay in his exuberance, much to Heather's horrified shock.

Jason turns to Noah with a puzzled expression. "Why is that man naked?"

Noah can only respond with a weary sigh.

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The scene transitions to the teams gathered in the cafeteria, contemplating their next move after the hot tub challenge.

Katie, looking somewhat lost, breaks the silence. "So, uh, what do we do now?"

Courtney takes the lead in the conversation. "We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off."

Duncan throws out his suggestions. "Well, I think it should be princess or the brick house here." He points his thumb over to Courtney, then to DJ. "Or the brickhouse here."

Courtney is taken aback by Duncan's suggestions and asks. "What? Why?"

Duncan explains his reasoning, "Well, because unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here wearing chicken hats, and if we ever have to lift the truck, I like our odds with the big guy." He gives DJ a nod of acknowledgment.

DJ seems pleased with the assessment.

Courtney attempts to defend herself. "You guys need me, I'm the only o-"

Before she can finish her sentence, Bridgette interrupts her. "We know, you used to be a real CIT, so who would you pick?"

Courtney takes a moment to look around and consider her options before suggesting, "What about him?" She points to Tyler.

Lindsay immediately stands up in protest. "No!"

A moment of silence follows, and Lindsay quickly sits back down, realizing her outburst might have been unnecessary. "I mean no salt, there's no salt on the table, bummer." She clarifies.

Duncan, in a somewhat surprising move, defends Tyler. "Hey, at least he jumped off the cliff, chicken wing."

Courtney snaps, "Shut up!"

Geoff intervenes to ease the tension. "Okay, let's just chill out, this is getting way too heavy."

Duncan decides he's had enough for the moment and gets up to leave. "I've had enough of prison food for one day, I'm gonna go have a nap."

Jason comments on the early hour. "It's barely five though?"

"Exactly why I'm going to take a nap." Duncan responds before walking out of the cafeteria doors.

Courtney tries to assert control over the situation. "You can't do that, we didn't decide who is going yet."

Ezekiel decides to offer his perspective. "Well, I just don't get why we lost, eh, they're the ones that have six girls."

This statement leaves Cody, Harold, and Noah looking shocked, with Katie and Sadie gasping in disbelief.

Jason realizes the gravity of the situation and groans. "Oh, fuck..."

Bridgette and Eva approach Ezekiel, with Bridgette asking. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Eva, clearly angered by Ezekiel's comment, forcefully bangs the table and demands. "Enlighten us!"

Ezekiel attempts to explain his perspective. "Well, guys are much stronger and better at sports than girls are."

Cody, Harold, and Noah, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation is taking, back away from Katie and Sadie, who are left stunned by Ezekiel's statement.

Geoff smacks his head in disbelief, attempting to maintain a somewhat cheerful demeanor. "Oh snap, he did not just say that!"

Ezekiel, still attempting to justify his view, continues. "My dad told me to look out for the girls here, eh, and help them in case they can't keep up."

Bridgette and Eva are both shocked and angry by Ezekiel's comments. Eva, in particular, grabs Ezekiel by the neck and holds him up, clearly displeased.

"Still need help keeping up?" Eva threatens.

Ezekiel nervously responds. "Uh, not really."

Geoff intervenes, trying to defuse the situation. "Okay, guys, let's give him a break. I mean, at least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls." He suggests, convincing Eva to release Ezekiel and let him fall to the floor.

However, Ezekiel, perhaps not fully aware of the consequences of his words, decides to add one more controversial statement. "But they are."

"You're a fucking idiot." Jason sighs.

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The scene shifts to the elimination ceremony, where tensions are high, and the campers eagerly await the results. Ezekiel faces the disapproving glares and vicious smiles of the female contestants, who are clearly not pleased with his previous remarks.

The scene shifts to the elimination ceremony, where tensions are high, and the campers eagerly await the results. Ezekiel faces the disapproving glares and vicious smiles of the female contestants, who are clearly not pleased with his previous remarks.

Chris stands before the campers and begins his usual dramatic speech. "Killer Bass, at camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp, marshmallows represent life."

Geoff decides to show off a bit, flexing for Bridgette, which elicits a silent giggle from her.

Chris continues with the elimination process, explaining the rules. "You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the Dock of Shame to catch the Boat of Losers. That means you're out of the contest and you can't come back... Ever."

The first marshmallow goes to Geoff, who excitedly claims it and rushes over to Chris with a skewer in hand.

Chris continues to call out names, and campers like Tyler, Katie, Jason, Bridgette, DJ, Harold, Sadie, and Duncan all receive their marshmallows, expressing their relief and joy.

As Chris approaches the final marshmallow, tension fills the air. Courtney and Ezekiel both look extremely nervous, unsure of their fate. Chris plays with the suspense, teasing them by acting as if he's unsure who will be eliminated.

Finally, Chris announces. "Courtney."

Courtney breathes a sigh of relief, while Ezekiel looks disappointed as the reality of his elimination sinks in.

Chris offers a parting remark to Ezekiel. "Can't say I'm shocked. I saw you picking your nose, dude. Not cool. Dock of Shame is that way, bro."

Ezekiel accepts his fate and walks down the dock to board the Boat of Losers, with Chef driving the boat.

[Static buzzing.]

Gwen sits inside the confessional. "Yep, this camp pretty much still sucks. But now that I'm here, I guess I might as well actually try to win."

[Static buzzing.]

Inside their hot tub, the Screaming Gophers revel in their victory, enjoying the moment of triumph.

Cody stands up from the tub, holding a juice box aloft, and offers a toast. "To the Screaming Gophers."

The rest of the Gophers join in, raising their arms and cheering. "To the Screaming Gophers!"

Leshawna adds to the celebration with a spirited dance on the ground. "Go Gophers! Go Gophers! Go Gophers!"

Noah and Owen join in, echoing the chant with enthusiasm. "Go Gophers!"

However, as the celebration continues, Harold, Bridgette, and Courtney walk in front of the camera that's capturing the Screaming Gophers' jubilation. They appear slightly annoyed by the festivities.

Courtney, noticing the camera's presence, takes the opportunity to address the audience. "Are you recording this? Good. They can enjoy their little party all they want, but I am gonna win this competition, and no one is gonna stop me."

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Bet you all weren't expecting him to have the mouth of an Atlanta gangster though. I thought it would be a fun little twist.