Chapter 1: A Leap of Fate

[Previously on Total Drama Island…]

"Hoooooo man, that's a long way down…!" Dexter, now wearing black trunks and rash guards with red undersides, gulped after looking down at the cliff's narrowing height from the side.

Everyone gathered looking petrified at the sheer 1000-foot or meter vertical distance, feeling the cold shivering wind-beating fear from just standing at the top in their bathing suits.

"Okay! Today's challenge is threefold! Your first task: is to jump off this 1000-foot high cliff into the lake!" Chris bluntly explained.

"Peace of cake," Bridgette, the blond girl in grey rash guards and trunks, quipped.

"If you look down, you could see two target areas!" Chris adds, showing a smaller ring at the bottom of the lake that's lined with rope and buoys and another bigger ring with just rope. "The bigger area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with: psychotic—hehehe— man-eating sharks! And inside the smaller area is a safe zone—that— is your target area! Which—we're pretty sure is shark-free!"

"Excuseeee me…!?" Leshawna paused in an anxious tone.

"For each member of your team that jumps and actually—survives, hehe— there will be a crate of supplies waiting below you," Chris explained in detail. "Each crate contains supplies that you'll need— for the second part of the challenge: building a HOT TUB!"

"Wow, a jacuzzi for a reward, I actually like this one now…!" Dexter awed, with DJ nodding in agreement at the thought.

"The team with the best one, will get to have a wicked— hot tub party tonight! The losers—will be sending someone home," Chris adds. "Let's see… Killer Bass, you're up first!"

"Oh wow…!" Bridgette whimpered, looking down again at the eye of the lake. "So…who wants to go first?"

"Uhhh, I can?" Dexter anxiously volunteers.

"Pfft, don't be such a hero for the girls, boy scout," Duncan scoffed.

"Hey! I can take a little splash, especially if it also meant playing the game," Dexter answered in protest before looking down at the eye of the lake and shrinking a little in fear. "...But… I might need a minute to steel myself…?"

The two opposing teams suddenly turn awkwardly quiet, totally relating with the fear of the humongous risk of this simple diving challenge until the big bellied boisterous guy in trunks broke the silence.

"Hehey, don't sweat it guys! I'm pretty sure the show let the interns test the stunts to make sure they are survivable. Ngahah, right?" Owen assured before noticing Chris sadistically grin, not easing the tension at the moment.

"So, who's up?" Eva, the muscle girl in a blue swimsuit with shoes and a ponytail, asked around

"I-It's still me! But uh… I could use a little help…?" Dexter yelped.

"W-What help?" Bridgette asked.

"I uh, am a bit squeamish with heights, sooo—"

"Well you could pass this challenge if you want, but you also get to wear this!" Chris interrupts and pulls out a cap that's designed like a chicken.

"Thanks, but no thanks. So can somebody give me a boost or something?" Dexter kindly demands.

"I can push you," Duncan offers, walking up behind him.

"Really? Awesome, I just need a little push. Just enough to—"

*THUD!*

"MAMMA MIAAAAAA!"

After getting roughly kicked off the cliff by the insufferable delinquent Duncan, a loud scream resounded as a witness for his own team with the sheer experience, though kinda assisted with the "push". But thankfully, he sucks up some air with crossed arms braced, his legs straight, and heels pointed, granting him a slightly painful, but safe splashing at the pupil of the lake before floating back up and spewing some of the lake water after that exhilaratingly life-threatening plunge.

"Whew, agh! It's safe guys! And the water's fine!" Dexter called out from below, though faintly heard because of the distance.

"Guess this means it's safe," Eva deadpans.

"Psh, dumb luck. It's because I gave him the boost," Duncan denies with crossed arms.

"Not cool though. He could've landed out of the target and gotten mauled by those man-eating sharks!" Bridgette shook her head.

"Well, he still showed us though," Chris excitedly gets in between the convo, startling the other Bass teammates. "Even for me, so who's going next!?"

"Fine, I'll go, it's no biggie. Dexter survived, maybe I could too?" Bridgette replied as she took the next dive down the cliff.

"You got this! Just move a little to the right!" Dexter called, watching her descend down the cliff in midair until she splashed into the safe zone just inches away from Dexter. "Whoo! Nahahice!"

"Thanks! Same with you!" Bridgette replies as she floats back up before a boat comes around to fetch them out of the shark-infested waters.

"Yeahhh! Wait for me, dudes!" Tyler cried, trying to get some distance for momentum before dashing over the cliff. "Yeah! Cowabungaaaa! Whooohooo!"

*BANG! SPLOSH!*

"Ogghhhh!"

"Ooooh, Tyler! You with us man?!" Dexter called out while cringing from the painful sight of seeing his teammate land badly on a metal buoy and slowly sink down into the water. "I got you, man. DJ! You comin' down!?"

"Whooohoohoohoo!"

"Lookout below!"

Slowly and one-by-one, a few other team members of the Killer Bass jumped off the tall rugged cliff and made it down with a safe dive—except for that laid-back Ezekiel, watching him break his momentum from a little bump at the cliff's rocky side before splashing painfully in the water.

"Ooohh, that's gotta hurt…!" Dexter cringed before looking up again. "Hey! DJ! Your turn, man!"

Back at the top, DJ reluctantly looks down and then takes a shaky step back out of fear.

"I-I can't do this," DJ hesitated. "Nuh uh, I'm not jumpin'!"

"Scared of heights, DJ?" Chris teased.

"Yeah man, ever since I was a little kid!" DJ whimpered.

"That's okay, big guy. Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken! WHich means— you have to wear this for the rest of the day!" Chris laughed as he caps DJ with the chicken hat as a penalty of his refusal.

"Aww man, forreal?...!" DJ sighed.

"Bawk bawk bawk! That means, the chicken path is— thataway!" Chris playfully clucks and points to an escalator that leads safely down to the ground level for the saddened DJ.

Back down at the beach…

"Guess DJ's not comin'..." Dexter sighed before turning to the cowboy Geoff. "Are we all that's down here?"

"Nope!" Geoff points to the top, seeing the scrawny nerd Harold falling down.

They watch him fall with arms and legs open, at a fast speed,

"WHOOOOOOAAAAAA!"

"Harold! Straighten your—!"

*CRACK! SPLISH!*

*AGHHHHHHHH!"

At the top of his lungs, he screams in agonizing pain for the whole island to hear after he lands on the water with a straight split between his legs, giving him the sharp splash that brutally damages his family jewels from his failed, cringeworthy dive that irks all who have witnessed until his screams drowned and sank so quiet.

"Now that's gotta leave a mark," Dexter cringed, biting his lip from imagining the pain inflicted.

"It's still not over," Eva deadpans with crossed arms while looking up.

"Man! I'm getting bored here. Can't we like get a headstart with the crates while waiting? It's just taking them all the way to the camping grounds, right?" Dexter suggests.

"Well sure bruh! Sounds good to me, but uh, not for him…!" Geoff points to Chef, spectating from the sidelines.

"Nice try, flat top, but you gotta wait. All part of the game," Chef Hatchet smirked.

"Drats, what's taking them so long…!?" Dexter sighed and arched in frustration.

"WOOHOO! YEAH!"

Suddenly, two voices screaming down the tall cliff were heard, coming from the two twinning girls with matching apparels and swimsuits and made a big double splash right at the targeted safezone before getting fetched and escorted out of the shark-infested lake.

"Hey! You made i—wait, you're Saydhie, from the other team?" Dexter noticed something odd. "W—hat happened? I thought we're not allowed to swap team members?"

"Oh uh, ehehe, we somehow convinced Chris to swap Izzy for Saydhie! Now we're both whole again!" Katie and Saydhie replied in partial unison.

"Huh, okay then, fine by me, since you guys seem to be better in harmony together anyways. By the way, seen DJ yet?" Dexter wondered.

"DJ kinda chickened out, literally! It's just Courtney left up there, that is if she'll jump down," Katie answered, with Saydhie nodding in agreement.

"Well, hopefully we got everybody up as enough points if that is the case," Bridgette shrugs.

"Oh—heads up, bros!" Geoff exclaimed, watching somebody screaming and falling down into the targeted safezone.

"OOOOHHHF!"

*SPLASH!*

Coming up the surface and heading back to dry land on the boat this time was the thrill-seeking Maximilian, a member of the Screaming Gophers.

"Max? Bro, that was a sweet landing," Dexter laughed.

"Guess it's the Gophers' then," Eva deadpans.

"Yeah man! I came in first to check and maaaan, I love this challenge! I love the water!" Max exclaimed.

—ZZZ—

"Man, I wish I had seen this island first! It could've been my personal playground!" Max exclaimed over the bathroom vidcam.

"AAAAAAAGHHHHH!"

*Splash!*

"Ayeeee, that's gotta hurt!" Max cringed at the pompous spoiled girl named Heather, having seen her land badly with her awkward dive as if she was forcefully thrown over the cliff.

"Pfft ugh, Leshawna, you are so dead…!" Heather growled, popping out of the water.

After that, somehow everyone else on the Screaming Gophers quickly took a fearless dive off the cliff while letting out all their anxieties in forms of screaming and flailing down the cliff and into the targeted safezone.

"Well well well, not so special now, are ya?! Hahahaha!" Max laughed, getting a stinky glare from Heather as she arrived on dry land with several others that were able to be escorted by the staff boat. "Hey! Codester! Is this everyone? Where are Trent, Noah and Owen?"

"Uhhh, on the way?" Cody nervously adds, with everyone eagerly anxious for whoever's left up there to jump.

"...C'mon, big guy!" Leshawna called out.

"YAAAAAAAGH! AWWWWWW CRAAAAAAAAAP! WAAAAAAAAAGH"

Suddenly, everyone turns their heads to the top, seeing a huge round shadow falling down the cliff, revealing to be the shirtless and loudmouthed Owen, roughly plunging on top of both Trent and Noah while also making a large lake-sized tidal wave that crashed over the beach and washed up the entire shore with everyone all wet again.

"Ohhhh mannn, is anybody alive?" Dexter asked in a tipsy tone, having been hammered by the heavy wave and slumping down again in dizziness.

—ZZZ—

"Aghhh…! Tsss—I think my ear's infected. Man, I should've put on some ear plugs. His body really made the water shake to its core— literally!" Dexter groaned from the throbbing soreness inside his ears.

—ZZZ—

"Duuuude, he flopped that belly flop waaaay hard," Max chuckled from the experience.

—ZZZ—

"I honestly thought I was gonna die, right after I thought HE was gonna die…!" Gwen thought out loud, referring to Owen's giant dive.

"Yess! Yeah! Oh yeah!" Owen cried in victory. "Who's the man!?"

"Wahoo!" Beth screamed.

"THE WINNERS—THE SCREAMING GOPHERS!" Chris announces over the megaphone.

"Looks like we won the wagons, bro! Hehe," Max chuckled as he helped Dexter back up and tried to flip his hair back.

"Yeah, ugh, guess so," Dexter moped, patting sand off his rash guard and trunks.

"That was awesome dude!" Trent adds, before noticing how Owen's not getting off the lake. "What's wrong?"

"I uh—think I lost my bathing suit," Owen nervously confessed while leaving his buttnaked lower half submerged, making everyone cringe in disgust and horror at the fact he's physically exposed.

About nearly an hour later after everyone dried off and changed their clothes, the Screaming Gophers, having won the challenge, earned their wagons for prizes and used them to easily carry their crates containing jacuzzi parts and materials over the rugged terrain. While on the other hand, the Killer Bass lost badly and had no choice but to push all of their heavy crates with their bare hands and brute strength or other pointless and painful methods to bring the materials back to the campsite.

"Urrrgh—ow! I think I just got a splinter!" Courtney, the girl with the short brown shoulder-length hair, wearing a chicken cap for her cowardice, yelped from the prickly pain on her oh-so delicate hands.

"Here, I can help," Dexter offers, able to somehow carry the crate with his two hands and lays them on top of his so he could push two of them.

"T-Thanks. Are you sure you can handle pushing both of them though?" Courtney asks out of concern.

"Yeah! Nothing like a good exercise can't fix my rusty muscles. I used to do a lot of workouts until—I found um…" Dexter nervously trails off while trying to push two crates with his bare hands.

"Found what?" Courtney asks out of curiosity while flailing a lone bee away from her face.

"I uh, found my calling?" Dexter nervously answered vaguely.

"...Calling?" Courtney repeated.

"Y-Yeah. Basically, I am training myself on how to be a counselor of sorts, just like my father. It's not really that big of a deal," Dexter hesitantly answered.

"Psh, no wonder you're so—"

"Really!? I-I mean, I am a CIT too!" Courtney excitedly proclaims.

"Um, CIT?" Dexter wondered what that meant.

"Counselor-in-training, like you!" Courtney exclaimed before being startled by a bee near her face that was quickly caught by Dex's hand.

He gently releases the insect in his palm to another direction before patting his hands to get back to pushing, catching her off guard with his gentle demeanor under the big exterior.

"You know, it's much faster if you let everyone handle their own load," Eva straightforwardly deadpans, snapping Courtney back into her senses while lifting her own crate up from the ground before pausing for a little breather and noticing few of their teammates Tyler, Saydhie, and Katie, going to find some place to relieve themselves."You guys go on ahead. Someone's gotta keep a close eye on some slowpokes."

"You can count on us!" Dexter replied with enthusiasm, deciding to carry one of the crates over his shoulder. "Courtney, was it? You continue to push this crate, and I'll be right back!"

"Wait! What!?"

Before her words could get to him, he runs off with a crate over his shoulder, burning the active fuel in his body as he tries to reach the camping grounds ahead of some teammates. However, on the way, he halts in front of a waiting wagon with Max at the front typing on his smartphone while his companion Beth is trying to find a loo spot.

"Yo bro!" Dexter stops and puts his crate down for a little chat. "Whatup, man?! You waiting for someone?"

"Sheah, Beth's gotta go pee. Just sticking around to wait on her, no biggie. Although…" Max trails off, knowing Dex's stamina and strength full well before cracking a smile. "We are kinda far behind from the others, and it is really tiring to drag this wagon around."

"Bruh, you got wagons to carry your stuff," Dexter deadpanned in annoyance, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.

"Hey! You got the muscle to do nearly all of that sorta stuff! Look, mind if you pull the wagon for us? You can use it to drag your own load, what do you say?" Max slyly offers.

"Hmmmmm, howabout, if I actually bring your stuff all the way up, you gotta do this one favor when we're at the top?" Dexter changed the conditions.

"Alright then, if that's what you want. As long as it's doable," Max nods and accepts his vague condition.

"Deal, no takebacks!" Dexter and Max shook hands in agreement.

—ZZZ—

"Thank the heavens, we got a cart! Whoo!" Dexter exclaimed and fist-pumped before the video camera.

—ZZZ—

"Hook. Line. Suckaaa. He never leaves a person that needs help," Max chuckled in front of the video camera. "Typical Dexter…!"

Time flies again, the Screaming Gophers make it to the camp grounds with their crates and start opening them— with a big painful twist by the host himself.

"Remember to use your teeth to open the crates—I came up with that one myself! Hehe," Chris giggled, watching the Gophers struggle with teeth that are not as strong as the chompers that real gophers use.

"Rrrrrgh! Rrrr! Hhhy! Hi hink Hi ghot hit!" Izzy mumbled with the rope caught in her teeth before it quickly slithered out on her tongue the moment her box fell open. "Owww! Rope burns on my tongue!"

"Whoo! That was a good rush!"

Rolling into the scene with the last wagon full of boxes, member of the Killer Bass, Dexter, appears with Max and Beth sitting on the wagon with their boxes—including one that belonged to Dexter.

"What the— Max, what is this about?!" Gwen grumbled. "Why's he pulling your cart?"

"Wait, you're on the other team right, Text?" Lindsay casually asks, getting his name wrong again though.

"Oh, hey Lindsay! I just got here to do my pal a favor in return for a favor of mine," Dexter replied while helping Beth get down from the wagon.

"Wait, are you crazy!?" Heather exclaimed in an angry hysterical tone.

"Whoa, Heather, chill, it's going to be cool, alright?" Max assures.

"Yeah. Now dude, about my favor: mind if I take your wagon back with me?" Dexter casually asks, getting glares and astonished stares from members of the Screaming Gophers.

"Dude! You're joking, right!?" Max nervously exclaimed.

"Hey, you said you'll let me have my way, right? No take-backs?" Dexter smirked, tapping on the wagon handles.

"Now that— is sneaky of you," Noah thought out loud, seeing a sneaky side to the boy scout.

"Well, then don't mind if I do then, bye!" Dexter bade as he strolls down the path to return to his team.

"What!? Chris, you can't let him get away with this! That's illegal!" Heather cried, very disgruntled from the circumstances.

"Uh, no! And yes he can— 'cause I didn't actually say that it's not allowed, hahaha!" Chris laughed, letting Dexter take a cart and making Heather groan in disgust and frustration.

"Almost there, guys! Just a little more!" Courtney called while pushing her own crate along with the others that were still pushing or pulling their own crates.

"Guuuuuuyssss!"

Coming to their position was Dexter, this time with one of those wooden wagons that can carry some of their load off with ease.

"What took you so long!? And how'd you—!?"

"Before you guys freak, check it out— I got one of these bad boys, now we can get all our stuff to the top in no time with a couple of trips!" Dexter excitedly explains before noticing two people missing in their group.

"Oh, wow…! Now that is gonna be helpful!" Bridgette exclaimed.

—ZZZ—

"This is great! At least there is one person who is eveready and always dependable when it counts! I think we can work things out really well!" Courtney exclaimed over the video camera.

"Yeah, but wait, where are the two twin girls at?" Dexter wondered.

"I can handle this."

Stepping up to the wagon's reins was the muscle woman Eva, after putting most of the group's crate's on the cart and cracking her knuckles out loud before doing some light stretching.

"You will find them and their box just close to the shore. I can take two trips alone with this in our hands," Eva offers, holding onto the bars with all her brute strength before running towards the camp grounds, treating it as a little workout exercise as she pumps air in and out of her lungs.

"Thanks! Okay then. Lemme go check on the two girls then. Be right back," Dexter runs off.

"I can go with you," Bridgette suggests.

"Uh, no. We need all the help we can get to finish today's final challenge. He'll be back before we know it," Courtney assured, rounding up Geoff, Bridgette, Tyler, Harold, Ezekiel, DJ, and Duncan.

"Whatever you say, princess," Duncan responded in a spiteful tone.

Thanks to the muscular assistance of Eva, the Killer Bass reached the top with some energy to spare, though it was not enough after the tiresome trek and pushing the crates along the way a little while ago. They rest and standby waiting for Dexter, Katie, and Saydhie.

"Hehehehe, took you guys long enough," Trent jeered as he took some tools out of the crate.

"Rrrrrgh, what's taking Dexter long!?" Courtney grumbled, sitting beside Harold and Ezekiel.

"Shtop phining hend jusht—rrrrgrhagh!" Eva roared in a muffled tone as she successfully opened up another crate with her teeth clamping hard onto a rope tied to it. "Blegh! Stop whining and start opening!"

As DJ and Duncan get to opening the last crates with their teeth and some rope, Dexter arrives with the two missing teammates while carrying the crate over his shoulder and places it down.

"Hey guys! We're here! What did we miss?" Dexter wonders before noticing DJ and Duncan using their teeth to open the crates with the help of some rope. "Uhhhh, that's not how you open the—"

"Rrrrngh!" Duncan roared, breaking the crate open as he tugged on the rope too strong with his teeth, causing its sides to fall apart open. "Ptew! Don't ask why, it's all part of this stupid challenge!"

"Awwww, did the Little Guppies need to catch a break? It's like almost sundown, and you don't have a tub for showww," Heather sarcastically remarked.

"For once, she is right, we need a strategy and leader to help manage this project, and so I shall hereby elect myself as team leader. Any objections?" Courtney steps up in front of the rest of the Killer bass.

"Where should we start then, genius?" Duncan deadpans on behalf of the others.

"Well, Dexter? You seem to have some experience doing this, do you?" Courtney looks him in the eye.

"Uhhh, I'm sorry but nooo. I haven't really tried carpentry, but hey! First time for everyone here," Dexter nervously shrugs his shoulders accompanied by a weak smile, making Courtney facepalm.

"Psh, boy scout? More like a dork scout," Duncan snorted with a laugh, making the other Bass boys chuckle along but inciting annoyance from Bridgette, Katie, and Eva.

"C'mon guys, we can do this!" Courtney rallies with a fist raised up high.

"Yeahhhh…" The Killer Bass yelled at a dead tone.

There the real challenge commences between the opposing groups. However, the display of teamwork between the teams is like night and day, with how the Gophers are well organized and coordinated in building their hot tub. On the other end of the campgrounds, the Gophers were far from being in sync with one another, bickering with no end; individually doing their own thing; and not even trying to really impress the hosts with a hot tub that cannot function like a proper hot tub. Sure enough, Chris went to inspect both tubs, the Gophers' tub piqued his interest whereas the ramshackled tub of the Bass team barely held itself together and crumbled into a pile of wet planks. Without another moment to think, it is clear which team is the winner…

"Well, I think we have a winner: the Screaming Gophers!" Chris cheered, letting the Gophers get a little rowdy with joy for winning their first challenge and their bonus perk for the summer. "Gophers! You get to be safe from elimination—and, you get to rock this hot tub for the rest of the summer! Onus!"

Then he turns to the Bass team with a face of disappointment from their obvious loss.

"Killer Bass, what can I say; sucks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight," Chris announces to them.

"Welp, better luck next time bro. Sure hope you won't get butted out early," Max fistbumps with Dexter.

"Gee, I wonder. It was a fun and challenging experience though, not gonna lie. Never had to build something like that as something to be done," Dexter thought things through, staring at his hands covered with little lumps of callous skin. "Guess I'll have to cache this moment to memory."

"I'll say, better than to cache THAT to memory," Max replied in disgust, hating to watch the mortifying sight of the big-bodied Owen in his birthday suit.

Soon, dinner time comes around in the main lodge for the gruel, and the Gophers' won invincibility from elimination for the day, whereas the table of the Bass people are stirring up some tense discussion about their penalty for failing the challenge.

"So uhm… what do we do now?" Katie nervously asks.

"We have to decide who we're going to vote off!" Courtney replied.

"I think it should be princess… orrr the brick house here," Duncan quickly suggested, referring to voting off either Courtney or DJ.

"...What!?" Courtney exclaimed in response. "Why!?"

"Because unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here wearing chicken hats. At least the dork scout here got the guts to jump," Duncan explains.

"Only because you pushed him down!" Courtney protested.

"Hey, he asked for it. So all is well," Duncan chuckled and shrugged. "However, if we are gonna have to lift a truck, I like our odds with the big guy here."

"B-But you guys need me! I'm the only one—"

"We know! But Dex seems to be someone else similar to it, aren't you?" Bridgette asks.

"Well, I'm mostly a type that deals with kids back home. No offense, guys," Dexter adds.

"No problemo, dude. That makes you like my big brother! If I ever got one that is," Tyler pulls out a thumbs up.

"But I still don't get how we lost this, ayt? They're the ones who's got six girls," Ezekiel inserts himself into the convo, but not knowing the danger behind his words.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette goes to confront Ezekiel with Eva.

"Yeah, Homeschool. Enlighten us!" Eva angrily taunts, feeling taunted herself that she slammed her fist on the table.

"Whoa whoa whoa, no need to get all angry guys, and Ezekiel, not cool, bro," Dexter shook his head in shame.

"Hey, my dad told me to keep an eye out for the girls here, to help them all keep up!" Ezekiel plainly replied, but heavily scarring Eva's pride that she strangles his neck up high.

"Still think we need your help keeping up?" Eva growled, with Bridgette giving him the stink eye glare.

"Okay guys, let's give him a break. I mean, at least he didn't talk about guys being smarter than girls," Geoff tries to ease the situation getting in between him and the two angry and athletic gals.

"But they are," Ezekiel plainly replied as he got up from his seat.

After dinner, the Gophers' head out to enjoy their jacuzzi party while the Bass team sit around at the bonfire, waiting to see who will leave the camp after handing out their votes. However, tensions rose among the girls as they all glared directly at Ezekiel for his rude remarks from early dinner.

"Dude, you got a lot to learn about the real world," Duncan added.

"How are you feeling?" Dexter asks Eva, noticing the grimacing expression over her unibrow.

"Feeling real good if I could just teach him a lesson," Eva bluntly replied, cracking her knuckles so loud that he gulped nervously.

"Killer Bass! At camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you will enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp, marshmallows represent life," Chris explains in strict detail, holding a plate of marshmallows. "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 are out of the contest, adn you can never come back— ever!"

Chris starts calling out names one by one, each of them coming forward with sticks to stab their marshmallows over the bonfire.

"First one: Geoff… Tyler... Katie… Bridgette… DJ… Harold… Saydhie… Eva… Duncan… Dexter…!"

"Whew," Dexter sighed with relief, going up to have a marshmallow stabbed onto his stick before looking back intensely at Courtney and Ezekiel.

"Campers, this… is the final marshmallow of the evening…!" Chris then lets the suspense drum in for the drama and fun until he opens his eyes. "Courtney!"

"Yes!" Courtney exclaimed, coming up to claim her marshmallow.

"Can't say I'm shocked. I saw you picking your nose, dude. Not cool," Chris points out, even though it's not entirely the reason, just for the fun of it. "Dock of Shame is that way, bro! The rest of you— enjoy your marshmallows. You're all safe… for tonight."

'For a summer camp, it got some of the most craziest things I never thought I could imagine. Other than meeting new people, the experience is incredible for a first day and first stay. I do hope I could try sparking some small talk with the team, the Killer Bass. Time to rest easy for the night…' Dexter writes in his field journal by the porch while watching the Gophers' celebrate by the jacuzzi before shoving it into his satchel and heading back into his cabin.

—To be continued