We open with Mike sound asleep in the loser cabin. Well, "sound" wouldn't be the best word.

"There's a storm' a coming, dabnabit!" Grumbled Chester, one of Mike's many alters.

"I'm scared that this competition may bring him out!" Shouted Svetlana.

"Ayo, how we gonna stop him from screwin' with Mike's life?" Vito asked.

"Hush it, mites! Mike is waking up!" ordered Manitoba Smith.

Mike sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Huh? What? What's that? You guys say something?"

The skinny boy looked at his sleeping teammates. Most looked pretty sound, sans Shawn. He was tossing and turning, mumbling about the undead.

"Musta been the zombie guy…" Mike muttered, as he fell back in bed.

Meanwhile, Quails were asleep; well, most of them, that is. Jasmine and Dave were talking. The Australian hung upside down on the top bunk.

"Yeah. So, do you think I did what was right?" Dave asked the Auzzie.

Jasmine nodded. "Yeah. You handled it pretty well, all things considered. I would've expected you two to start bickering as soon as you opened your mouth," Jasmine snickered.

"Honestly? Me too. I'm surprised things with Sky went so easy. I mean, hey, I'm not complaining!" Dave chuckled.

"Do you still like her?" Jasmine asked.

Dave paused for a moment. "Eh, not really. After all what happened, I just want to move on."

Confessional- Dave.

"Yeah, and I also want the world to move on! The amount of hate I got after Pahkitew Island was maddening! Seriously, between all these YouTube-Ricky-whatever critics panning me and my phone full of death threats, it's enough to make the strongest man go insane!"

End Confessional.

The two continued talking. We cut to the hero's cabin, where Zoey was sound asleep. But that would soon change.

"GAH!" Shouted Shawn, falling out of the top bunk and on to the floor. Shawn landed on all fours like a cat.

"Dude, what happened?" the Indie chick asked.

"I had a dream where ZOMBIES attacked the island!" He shouted.

Before Zoey could respond, Chef launched a cannon of gruel at Shawn's face. He dodged it, jumping onto Cameron's bed. The bubble boy, startled by Shawn's intrusion, fell out of his bed. Zoey, ever the quick thinker, luckily caught him before he could hit the ground. One the situation was over, Gruel was on the wall, Shawn was in Cameron's bed, Cameron was in Zoey's arms, and everyone else in the cabin had woken up.

"Room service!" Chef shouted, chuckling away.

"We've got to win the next challenge and get into that spa hotel!" Cameron said, hopping out of Zoey's arms.

Shawn stuck his finger in the gruel and stuck it in his mouth.

"Tastes like chicken!"

Everyone in the cabin looked away as Shawn ate the wall-gruel.

We cut to the Spa Hotel. Heather sat in a lounge chair while Gwen got a massage.

"Quit hogging the masseuse!" Heather shouted.

"Ugh. I know. But right now, I feel like jumping off that cliff again, just without the water."

Heather, half-concerned, and half-interested, leaned in. "What happened?"

"I just feel like shit after what happened with Courtney in London. What I did was so wrong, and I don't know how to fix things. Everybody's fighting and I don't even know if I want Duncan and I knowingly cheated with him and it's all just so AAARGH!" Gwen rambled, pulling her hair out.

The pasty goth then sighed, and faceplanted on the massage board. "Oh, what's the point in telling you? You'll probably just mock me.

Heather contemplated. Yes, she would usually mock Gwen. But after all they'd been through, and a recent new leaf she was turning over, she decided to give helping Gwen a shot.

Confessional- Heather.

"You may think Gwen is right, and I will mock her. Well, you'd be wrong! See, I'm majoring in psychology. Believe it or not, my dream has always been to be a therapist. 20% to hear drama, and 80% to help people. Well, a more likely number would be 90% and 10%. She snickered.

End Confessional.

"Have you tried apologizing to her?" Heather asked.

"Yeah. When we voted out Sugar, I gave her some flowers and said sorry… But she didn't seem to care. She was mostly confused."

"What apology do you think she'd accept?"

"Probably a wordy one that goes into tremendous detail, knowing Courtney."

Heather nodded. "And what's this about Duncan?"

"I… Don't know if I want to date him. I think he's a cool guy, it's just with the whole circumstance surrounding our relationship is shitty. Whenever we hold hands or kiss, all I can think about is the girl that we crushed by cheating." Gwen faceplanted, again. "What do I do?"

Heather sat for a minute, in deep thought. It certainly was an interesting predicament.

"Ok. If you really feel bad about what you did to Courtney, and you really can't be near him without being guilty, I think you should break up. Let him down gently! Like, "Hey I really like you, but I feel to guilty," you know? And apologize to Courtney. Tell her what you told me; you're sorry and couldn't spend a minute with Duncan without feeling bad about your actions. But that's just my advice. Take it or leave it," spouted the semi-evil queen bee.

"Jeez. That relationship with Alejandro really changed you," Gwen said, smirking.

"Ugh! As if. I just used him to get to the finale, which worked!"

"Where is he? He's the only missing finalist, you think he'd be in this season," pondered Gwen.

"He's still healing after the lava thing. Thank God the Drama-Machine clip was fake. I would've killed Chris!"

Gwen laughed. If she had told Season 1 Gwen that she'd be having a good time with Heather, the girl who read her diary on national television and kissed her now ex-boyfriend, she would've laughed in her face.

"Speaking of winners, I hope we actually get our money this time," Gwen said, recalling her Season 1 experience where her money was taken and became the money for Total Drama Action. It made her bitter just thinking of it.

"It better. If I see that sexist Gollum one more time, he is as dead as a doornail."

Gwen nervously looked away, not wanting to tell her of Ezekiel's current state as an intern for Chris.

"…Yeah. It sucks that we were the only ones to lose the money. Beth got it! Lightning got it! Shawn got it!" Heather shouted.

Confessional- Gwen.

"I cannot believe I got good advice from Heather, of all people!"

End Confessional.

"I'll break up with him once the challenge starts," Gwen said.

Heather nodded. "The sooner the better."

"Attention Campers! It's challenge time! Get your butts down to the beach, pronto!"

Gwen and Heather both got up and headed for the beach.

We cut to a shot of the beach. There were three towers that each team was standing on. In the middle was a suspended box for Chris to watch and commentate from. Chef was also there, just watching. There was a line of rocks down the middle of the beach.

Gwen climbed onto the Vulture's tower. Duncan winked at the goth, only to be completely ignored. Heather looked at the goth, very confused.

"Ooh, somebodies invisible!" Chris said from the booth.

Heather looked over to Gwen and mouthed something. "What are you doing!?"

Gwen looked back, a twinge of regret on her face. "Chickened out!"

Heather rolled her eyes and looked away.

"TV couples- Are they ever a good idea?" Chris quipped. Nobody laughed.

"Bonjour les campeurs!" Greeted Chris in French. "Some of you may recall our Season 3 "Find and build a sculpture challenge. Well, this time, our interns have buried 3D printed puzzle pieces all over the beach- 7 pieces per team. The Vultures get The Statue of Liberty, the Hawks get David, and the Quails get Big Ben. Find all the pieces and assembly them on your platform- recreate on of the landmarks we visited on World Tour! First to finish wins!"

Ezekiel suddenly popped out from behind one of the podiums. "Finally finished burying all those pieces, eh?"

Chris stared at him blankly. "Weren't you all supposed to be done by last night?" Chris asked.

"Well, uh, the other interns are sort of on strike, eh? So, I did it all myself."

"On strike?!" Chris shouted. "Chef! Go deal with this!" Chef mumbled something before getting off the booth and going to deal with the situation.

Heather was distracted with Gwen, but instantly got focused on something else. "There you are!" She shouted from her platform. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Heather was quickly restrained by Duncan and Scott. Ezekiel scurried off on all fours, his feral instincts kicking in.

Chris continued. "Since the Villainous Vultures won last challenge, they get to dig with shovels! Incoming!"

Ezekiel quickly returned with a box of shovels, throwing the whole thing at the Vultures. Most caught it, sans Scott, who instead caught a face full of box.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Courtney asked the dirt farmer who had fell to the ground. "Here, take a shovel." Scott just stared at her, completely lovestruck.

"Since when are you Mrs. Sunshines and Rainbows?" Duncan asked.

"Are you kidding me, you wart-hog faced buffoon? Scott could've been seriously injured!" Courtney shouted.

"Is this the same girl who threw me off a platform 6 feet in the air and into a pit of tar?!"

"Oh please, that was actually part of the challenge!"

"Hitting me with that bone wasn't!"

Gwen came between the pair. "Guys! We need to stop fighting and work together!"

Duncan ignored her. Courtney rolled her eyes. Nonetheless, they stopped fighting.

We cut to the Quails' platform. "Sha-Lighting is gonna get Sha-started, shovel or not!" Lightning dived into the sand, only to be met with a deep moat. "AAARGH!"

Scarlett reached her shovel down, tapping the sand. Sure enough, the moat showed itself.

"And, getting off and on your platforms will be challenging considering the moat, that are filled with-"

"Argh! Let go of me, you ugly red spiders!"

"I don't know why, but it gets funnier every time!" Chris said.

"Ppft, Sha-Nimrod got taken down by some crabs? Big deal." Jo jumped over the moat with ease… Only to get thrown in the pit by a surprise plank-to-the-face.

Everyone winced at Jo and Lightning's cries.

"…And you may want to watch out for booby traps in the sand."

"What are we supposed to dig with?" Asked Shawn and Jasmine at the same time.

"Sorry, we don't give shovels to losers. I guess you'll have to use your hands. Anyways, your challenge starts now!" Chris Blew an airhorn.

"Ok, group meeting! We should divide our area into sections, and each dig in one," suggested Jasmine.

"No, lets separate the beach into quadrants, and each pick a quadrant," countered Jo, annoyance dripping from her tone.

Beth looked at her, confused. "… That's exactly what Jasmine said."

"Good. Then we'll use the plan Jasmine AND I came up with!"

Jasmine gave the Jock-ette an odd look but shrugged it off. "This challenge is as good as ours! Go Quails!" Jasmine shouted, putting her hand in the middle.

"Go Quails!" the rest shouted back, sans Jo.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, can we start digging now?!"

Confessional- Jo

"What's with the loving?! Hello? It's called Total DRAMA, not Total Friendship!"

End Confessional.

We cut to the Vultures, already digging. Heather was shouting orders.

"Strategy people! STRATEGY! We should start on one end and dig to the other in a straight line."

"The likelihood of all pieces being in a straight line in only one area are farce. What if they're all on the other end?" Scarlett asked. "I would recommend two lines that push into the center, so we have better odds. But of course, this isn't a dictatorship. What say you, Vultures?"

"I we should just start digging!" Duncan shouted, finding a random spot, and digging.

Confessional- Scarlett.

"I for the life of me cannot figure out why Duncan makes it so far in every season, given his awful attitude. Well, I suppose it doesn't matter." Scarlett leaned in, getting closer to the camera. "I'll make sure he won't make it even a fraction of how far he usually gets."

End Confessional- Scarlett.

Confessional- Heather.

"Ugh, I just cannot stand that redhead! I'm the leader of this team, and I'm pretty sure she called me a dictator just then."

End Confessional- Heather.

Confessional- Lightning.

"This challenge is a piece of cake! I'm sure I'll-" Lightning paused and turned green. He quickly turned around, vomiting.

End Confessional

The Quails were all doing well, sans one member- Lightning. He had to be redirected every other second. At first, he was digging in the water, then he started throwing up from the food he ate while exiled, and all the while he was still being arrogant. It was getting on everyone's nerves.

Once Lightning had finally gotten back from puking his brains out, he decided to return with some showmanship. He did a backflip, lading perfectly in front of his teammates.

"I hope you were able to manage without the Sha-Lightning to carry you! Yeah!" He started flexing his muscles, causing everyone to roll their eyes. Sky exchanged glances with everyone on the team, sans Lightning. Vote him if we lose? She mouthed. Everyone nodded their heads, except for Jo.

Confessional- Jo.

"I am a woman of my word. I won't go back on our agreement unless he pulls something shady."

End Confessional.

"Well, we were actually doing just fine without you," stated Sky, slightly annoyed at his arrogance.

"No need to lie, skinny girl! Sha-Lightning Sha-carries this team!"

Confessional- Sky

"Does Sha-Lightning ever Sha-Shut up?!"

End Confessional- Sky.

We cut to the Hawks digging. Shawn was literally digging like a puppy dog. Jasmine couldn't help but giggle at the sight, even while on the other side of the beach. Cody was digging, until he uncovered a read, beeping light. His mind instantly went back to diffusing the stink bomb, and he realized his fate. The boy screamed and ran, but it was too late. The thing exploded, and Cody shot up in the air followed by a cloud of yellow smoke and dirty clothing.

"Ew, Chef's dirty laundry!" Chris said, laughing. But he couldn't help but think where Chef was now.

A very out of breath Chef finally made it to the intern's lounge after what must've been 15 minutes of running. War veteran or not, running was not his forte, especially at the old age of 57. He angrily stormed up to the lounge.

"What the hell is going on here!?" The big guy shouted, slamming the door open. Inside sat all the interns- the chubby one, the goth, the scrawny girl, the blonde, and all the other ones who were almost indistinguishable from each other.

"We're on strike." The goth said, scrolling on his phone.

"Why?!"

"I think you know why."

Chef certainly did. He knew the horrible treatment of the interns- hell, he went through them himself. But all he could do was scrunch his face harder.

"Why don't you join us? We won't stop until Chris gives us better pay and living conditions. I'm sure you want that too." The Chubby one shouted.

Chef stopped for a moment, in deep thought. It was true. He did a myriad of things for this show and was still only paid a fraction of Chris' pay. This strike may just be his saving grace, if they would listen. If they didn't, maybe he'd finally be able to put his degree in cooking to use. But on the other hand, he wasn't sure what this would do to his friendship with Chris. After what felt like an eternity in thought, Chef spoke.

"…I'll talk to Chris about it, okay?" He finally said.

The scrawny girl nodded her head. Chef left the lounge, making his way back to the beach. The walk took about 15 minutes, considering the lounge was fairly far from the beach.

Chef arrived back at the platforms. The kids were already digging. He turned his back and headed to the platform, until he heard a loud exploding noise. He snapped his head around, only to find his dirty laundry and Cody flying in the air. He didn't question it, only continuing to head up to Chris. He'd seen weirder things on the show. Chef slowly making his descent up the ladder, finally to be met with a very impatient Chris.

"Dude where were you?! That took 40 minutes!"

Chef cut straight to the point. "Chris, they're going to quit unless you start paying them better."

"Paying them better? I don't pay them at all!" Chef gave the host a look, and he realized how serious this may be.

"Chris, this is serious. Your only intern may be Ezekiel unless you start paying us." Chef realized his fatal choice of words, but it was too late.

"Us?! What's that supposed to mean? Are working for them?" Chris whisper-shouted, trying to not alert the campers.

"Look, it was just a slip of the tongue, alright? But that's not even the point. You've got to admit Chris, I do a lot of things for this show, and I'm only paid a fraction of your pay. How is that fair? Anyways, how hard is it to just pay us?"

"VERY!" Chris shouted, fully dropping the whisper-shouting voice. He only stopped once he realized most of the campers had diverted their attention to look at him. "Very! Very… Good! Very good challenge idea, Chef! I'll definitely think of it." The campers continued to dig. Chris sighed a sigh of relief. It had worked.

"We'll discuss later," whispered Chef. Chris nodded.

Cameron was digging. Cody had gone to take a shower after the whole laundry incident. It'd sucked for the team, but it wasn't too much of a loss. Shawn definitely made up for his digging skills. Cameron continued to dig, until he noticed something jammed into a rock- it was a tan hat adventurer hat. Just like the one worn by…

"Manitoba Smith!" Cameron silently said, quickly jogging over to Mike.

"We could use some of Manitoba's treasure hunting skills right about now!"

Mike quickly felt the warmth of the hat and took a deep breath. Mike was gone. It was Manitoba time!

Manitoba quickly stood up straight and made a whirlwind motion with his hands, digging faster than a mole. He tunneled around the beach, popping up right beside Trent, who yelped a little.

He held the base of the statue up high. "G'day, beauty!"

He chucked it up to the platform. Shawn had already found his piece- the head of David- and it was placed right beside the base.

Zoey was digging way, taking deep breaths. It was no easy task, digging with your hands. Manitoba slid up beside her, a coy look on his face.

"Heh, looks like the real treasure was right beside me, wink wink!"

Zoey laughed. "Manitoba! Long time, no see!" She gave the auzzie a warm hug.

"Yeah! It's good to be back. But I've got something to tell ya, Sheila."

"What is it?"

"Look. I don't know if he's told you, but Mike has a sixth alter."

Zoey gasped, confused. Why wouldn't he tell me? Does he not trust me? Has he hated me this whole time? She had a million thoughts brewing in her head, but all she could muster was a single word.

"W-What?"

"Just a heads up. He is not trustworthy. His name is-" But before he could finish, he inhaled. Mike was back.

"What's going on? Oh. Hey Zoey! Who was it?" Mike asked.

Zoey still hadn't completely processed this. "It was Manitoba! He mentioned some sixth alter but then you swapped before he could tell me his name and I-" Zoey was still incredibly stressed at this new information.

"Honey! Calm down, it's okay. You're with me."

The two embraced, but Zoey still couldn't help but feel incredibly worried at the new information.

Mike on the other hand, was also very stressed out. He knew the danger. He kept a journal, where whenever he switched, he and his alters could communicate. Svetlana had talked about it the day before the competition. He'd flew in from Manitoba (The province, not the alter), and he switched on the plane. She wrote a whole paragraph on it. About the money, the new stakes. It made him shudder.

The two continued to embrace, both deep in their own troubles.

With the Villainous Vultures, Heather and Scarlett were still arguing.

"Fine. We'll work in a circular motion towards the center," Heather said.

"No! We'll start with the corners, then move to the center, then zigzag!" Scarlett was dangerously close to revealing her blow-up-the-island self.

"Watch your tone, Mrs. Pyromaniac! There's a reason you've got a 20-year date to juvie!"

Scarlett gasped. She was incredibly close to breaking her shovel over Heather's head, but she restrained herself.

"For your information, I'm out of juvie. My parents actually love me, so they got me lawyers. I understand that's something you're unfamiliar with, considering the fact your parents celebrated when you were gone. I don't blame them, to be honest." Scarlett leaned in real close for that bit.

Heather smacked Scarlett to the ground in rage. Everyone immediately turned to the scene. It was clear who looked like the bad guy.

"Heather, oh my god!" shouted Courtney. She quickly ran to Scarlett's side. Soon, everyone had gathered around the red head. Scarlett smirked at Heather.

Confessional- Heather.

"What is her damage?! Seriously, I know I'm bad, but that was out of line!"

End Confessional- Heather

The Quails had a single, lone base piece. But that would soon be changed. Dave was digging with his hands, dealing with the dirty, gross, and disgusting sand the best he could. Everything was relatively normal… Until he heard a beeping noise. He quickly thought back to Cody's situation, but before he could react, Dave shot up in the air with a gnarly BOOM, soaring through the sky and landing with a face full of sand. However, the germaphobe's misfortune came with the team's success. The explosion had unearthed one of the pieces!

"Dude, you just got us a piece!" Sky cheered, tossing them up on the platform. The rest of the team gathered around Dave, cheering his unexpected and random win. The germaphobe was still reeling from the attack, but he couldn't suppress the unbridled feeling of joy he felt, finally being praised instead of demonized.

Confessional- Dave

Dave wiped a single tear from his eye. He was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"Finally! Someone actually praised me, and not in a mocking way!" He wiped the remaining sand off his face. "I've come a long way from being rated No. 1 in the Top 10 worst Total Drama Contestants.

End Confessional

The vultures were currently panicking, well, it was really only Heather.

"Thanks to your stubbornness, we're behind!" Heather shouted at Scarlett.

"Me? Stubborn? If anything, you're the stubborn one, you arrogant bi-" The brainiac was immediately cut off by Heather shoving her into the pit of crabs.

As the crazy red head writhed in pain, Heather's shovel clinked against something.

"Oh, would you look at that! The first few seconds without you, and we've already gotten our first pieces! How interesting!" Taunted Heather.

"I hate to break up the cat fight, but while you two were fighting we already found a piece," Duncan said with a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

"Well so did I!" Heather shouted back, throwing her piece onto the platform.

We cut to Chris, who started narrating. "Three boobytraps, 8 puzzle pieces, and three deliciously evil moats! It's still anyone's game. BUT it won't be for long. Right here on,

Total! Drama! All-Stars!"

We cut to a close up of Chris's face, still wearing his stupid French get up.

"An hour has passed, and the teams are still tied at 2 all. Which, raises an important question-"

He stood up from his chair, and his voice raised to a shout.

"WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG!?"

He was met with a barrage of trivial answers, from "We don't have shovels!" too "We need to eat!" Stupid teenagers and their stupid questions.

"Blah, blah, blah, whine, whine, whine, hurry up, I have a meeting planned!"

Cameron was looking to take a break from the digging. He was looking at Chris, not really paying attention to where he was going. That wasn't the smartest move. The bubble boy was shot in the air by a spring-loaded board. He soared through the air and over Chris, which prompted a chuckle out of Scott. He wouldn't be the one laughing once Cameron landed directly on him, pushing him to the ground. The brainiac quickly scampered away before Scott could do any major harm. Scott returned to digging, only to find that his tussle with Cameron had unearthed a piece.

"All right!" He pumped his fist in the air, throwing the piece onto the platform.

"That's three for the villains!" Chris announced.

Zoey looked over and sighed. She was trying to unearth a particularly heavy piece that was buried in the sand. Luckily, Mike came over to help her. Well, it was actually Manitoba, who'd switched back when a sneaky Cameron placed the hat back on Mike's head after he'd taken it off.

"It's all right sweetheart. Don't strain yourself. Allow me!" Manitoba started to nudge the piece out of its place.

"Well, if you insist," Zoey said.

Confessional- Zoey

"Some people have asked me how I feel about Mike's other alters, considering that they're a package deal. Well, they're all great, so I really don't mind."

End Confessional.

Manitoba was still trying to nudge the piece out. A cannon suddenly popped out of the group. Manitoba quickly dodged the cannonball, but Trent was less fortunate. The cannonball took him from behind, and the sheer force of it knocked him into the moat, which he was digging close too. The crabs immediately started to bite him, but he luckily managed to crawl out of the moat before any real harm was done. Meanwhile, Gwen had found her team's fourth piece.

"I got one!" She cheered. Duncan walked over to her.

"Way to go, Gw-" He was stopped mid-sentence by a bucket of sand attached to a pole that flew up in his face, covering him in sand. Gwen quickly rushed to his aid and brushed the sand off.

"Thanks babe! I know I can count on you to save me." Gwen just looked away.

Confessional- Gwen.

"Ok, so helping him just seems to make him like me more! Well, duh, but I wish he'd just… read my mind so we can stop this. I don't have the gut to tell him I want to split! It's like a repeat Trent…"

End Confessional.

Jo, at the same time had also found a piece.

"Nice, finally got one!" Much to her chagrin, Lightning quickly snatched it away.

"Let's go, sha-me!" He cried, hurling the piece onto the platform.

Shawn was speed-walking to the Hawk's platform.

"Check it out guys! I found-" He stopped mid-sentence when a pole shot out of the ground, and into his stomach. He winced on the ground, clutching his abdomen. "-Another one!" Zoey quickly helped him up, tossing the piece onto the platform.

"Ouch! That's gotta sting!" Remarked Chris.

Farther down on the beach, Lightning found the tip of Big Ben.

"Too small for Lightning!" he remarked. Ever the brainiac, he threw it away. It

coincidentally hit Jo, knocking her in the moat of crustations.

Manitoba had found another piece of David. He chucked the statues mid-section onto the platform.

"Another? Ha! It's like taking vegemite from a 'roo. I could show you how sometime…" Manitoba winked at Zoey.

"Uh, no thank you. Maybe with Mike." Zoey walked away.

Confessional- Mike/Manitoba Smith.

"She's a loyal one. Mike knows how to pick 'em."

End Confessional.

Meanwhile, Gwen was peacefully digging in the sand. Well, not exactly peacefully. The sun was beating down on her. It did not help she was wearing (mostly) black.

"God, I wish it'd rain."

She then struck something with her shovel. The ground below her started to vibrate. A geyser of water shot out and drenched her.

"Not what I meant."

Chris laughed, and offered a fist bump to Chef, who looked at him disapprovingly.

Lightning was carrying a piece he'd found. He tossed them on the platform with little to no effort.

"Look at you two!" He kissed his biceps. "Working so hard, you sexy beasts!" Jo rolled her eyes while passing him.

Beth, Jasmine, and Lindsay were working nearby. Neither had found one yet. They were mostly talking and not digging.

"I've got to go to the bathroom," said Beth, walking away.

"Got it, mate!" Jasmine gave her a thumbs up.

"I wonder why Jalapeño didn't compete this season," wondered Lindsay. It took Jasmine a second to figure out who Lindsay was talking about.

"Lindsay, his name was Alejandro. And I heard from that crazy Shelia's TD blog that he's recovering from being burnt by lava," replied Jasmine.

"I knew I forgot somebody…" Mumbled Lindsay. "But I thought he was put in a robot suit? It was in the end credits of the world tour finale; it was all over the internet!"

"That was just for publicity, I think. Some sick sketch by Chris," Jasmine replied, wiping sweat off her brow.

"Now I'm sort of glad Thailand- I mean, Tyler, didn't make the finale," Lindsay remarked. Jasmine gave her a strange look.

Confessional- Lindsay.

"Okay, so mayybbeeee I forgot Tyler's name last episode." She threw her hands in the air. "But can you blame me? His name is so long and complicated!"

End Confessional.

Jasmine was almost passed out and half paying attention when she found a piece.

"Lindsay! I got one!" Jasmine triumphantly lifted her piece up.

"Got one of what?" Lindsay looked puzzled.

"…One of the pieces."

"Pieces of what?"

Jasmine looked dumbfounded. "Pieces of Big Ben, you wanker!"

Lindsay looked down at the blood of grey marble. "Ben isn't very big."

"No! Like the building! In London?!"

"Ooo! I've always wanted to go to London and see Elizabeth Tower!"

"Lindsay, what is the name of the bell in Elizabeth's Tower?!"

"…The Great Bell of the Great Clock of Westminster?" Lindsay asked.

Jasmine facepalmed.

Confessional- Jasmine.

"In the first seasons, Lindsay was plain stupid. But now? She knows all this random stuff, like the real name for Big Ben, but she can't comprehend that when I say Big Ben, I mean the tower!" Jasmine shrugged. "She is a true enigma."

End Confessional.

Jasmine walked away and placed her piece onto the platform.

Scott was digging near the perimeter between the Hawks' section and his own. His eyes were wandering. There was not much to do or think about. All he could do was dig. Then, in the corner of his eye, he caught a piece of white marble sparkling in the sunlight. He gasped a little bit, realizing it was a piece. His devious side of him was telling it to take it and re-bury it on his own side. It was messed up, but he was no stranger to playing dirty. He looked around; the coast was clear. He walked to the Hawks' side, trying to act as inconspicuous as possible. He quickly scooped up the piece with his shovel and re-buried it onto his own side. He smirked. The crime was done, and nobody had seen, or heard, a thing- or so he thought.

"What're you up too, Kookaburra?" Manitoba said. Scott's heart dropped. Mike had seen him bury it. Scott needed to play It cool.

"Whatever do you mean?" He asked. He thought he had nailed it, but Manitoba remained as stoic as ever. He stuck his finger in his mouth and placed it into the spot Scott had dug the piece into. He kept an innocent smile, but on the inside, he was in panic mode. Manitoba… Ate the sand? That was what it looked like to Scott, who was how sufficiently weirded out. Still scared, but also weirded out. Manitoba's expression quickly soured, and he dug out the piece.

"Hah! Nice try, you wily dingo," taunted Manitoba. He grabbed Scott by the collar. He quickly backed away. While doing so, he accidentally stepped on a trap door, revealing a bees' nest. The swarm immediately flew out of the pit.

"Argh! Bees! Bees!" Scott shouted. He turned around, and accidentally swung his shovel directly in Manitoba's head. Manitoba fell to the ground, and upon impact, took a deep breath it. Manitoba was gone. And Mal would be released.

"Oh my god, Manitoba, are you alright?" Mal looked at the girl. So, this was the Zoey he'd heard so much about. Mal thought her pathetic. He looked around. The threat was gone. Great, he'd switched in for no reason. He figured he take this time to get to know Mike's "friends".

"I'm not Manitoba," Mal said calmly.

"Oh. Mike?" Zoey asked.

Mal thought to tell the truth, but he wouldn't want her to be alarmed. Mal had a bad reputation amongst the other alters. It didn't help his name was literally short for Malevolent, either. It was a nickname he'd scored in juvie. Mal's "original" alter name was, as stupid as it sounded, Atticus. Mal is what's known as a Introject alter, which means that he is based on outside people, or characters. This is also the case with Manitoba Smith and Svetlana. Mal was supposed to be calm and collected. He was there to protect Mike at all costs, just as the character he was based off, Atticus Finch, was to his children. But overtime, Mal grew overly protective of Mike. He made extreme decisions that he thought protected Mike, but sometimes led to worse situations. He landed Mike in juvie by joining that gang, after all. His only goal was to protect Mike. And Mal would do anything to protect Mike. In this situation, Lying was the best way to do so.

"…Yeah. It's me! What happened?" Mal tried to put on the best Mike impression he could.

"Scott knocked you out with his shovel. But you also found a piece!" She gestured too the platform. The white pieces of marble shimmered in the sunlight. Mal truthfully did not know who Scott was very well, besides a basic Idea of his personality. Mal only swapped in whenever Mike was being seriously threatened, be it physically or mentally. Mike luckily had most of it under control in Revenge of The Island, so he never came out. Once Mike arrived home after the season, it was all downhill. Mike lived in Ontario, but Zoey lived in Quebec, so they couldn't talk besides the internet. He lived alone with his mother in a tiny home, and he came home to find she'd blew most of their money in between seasons. The two misfortunes created a deep mixture of sadness of anger in Mike. Mal figured Mike needed him to protect himself. Once Mike found out he had breached All-star's status and was invited to a new season, he jumped at the opportunity. Mal realized it was my chance, to help Mike with, at least, one of his problems. And he wouldn't call the Zoey issue a problem. Mal was under the firm belief that Zoey, and Cameron, and anyone who dared to befriend Mike, were just going to end up breaking his heart. And Mal could not stand the thought of that. The few times Mal switched in, he researched the new season. Who was in it, and who they were. He learned that few declined to even be in the season- Harold, Izzy, Leshawna and for some reason, Sierra- some were medically forced to not compete until they healed, that being Alejandro, and a few were basically fill-in's and were declined once the season had all the top-priority campers. These people were composed of Mike's Revenge peers- Sam, Brick, and Anne-Maria.

"Well, here's your hat back," Cameron, who had recently run over to see if Mike was okay, placed it on Mal's head. He took in a deep breath. That so-called- "friend" made him swap without his permission! But it was too late. Manitoba returned.

"Crickey, my head hurts like a gun moll," Manitoba rubbed the bump on his head where he'd been hit. He shrugged it off and continued to dig.

Zoey walked away. She felt like something was off in Mike. But she shrugged it off. Probably just the injury. While she was walking, Cody suddenly called out to her.

"Zoey! Come here!" Cody was digging with Cameron and Trent. Zoey approached.

"You wanna help us dig?" the geeky boy asked.

"Yeah, sure." Zoey replied.

The four continued to dig. Trent, Cody, and Cameron were chatting merrily, but Zoey stuck to herself. She knew something was wrong with Mike.

"Something wrong, red?" Shawn asked. Zoey snapped out of her daydreams and looked towards Shawn.

"Oh, nothing. I'm fine." Shawn gave an understanding nod and continued to dig.

Confessional- Zoey.

"I don't know, but something is wrong with Mike and his alters. He says he's Mike, but whoever I was talking with before Manitoba switched in just doesn't feel like Mike! I don't know. I'll ask him."

End Confessional.

Zoey continued to dig, but in the corner of her eye she spotted Beth looking at her. She pointed at Cody, and Zoey remembered what she promised him.

"Hey Cody, have you been thinking about dating?" Zoey asked slyly.

"Not really. But I'm always available!" Cody winked at Zoey. Zoey was sufficiently grossed out- how could Beth like this guy?

"Uh huh. So, what do you think about Beth?" Zoey asked.

"I dunno. She's sweet, I guess. But I don't think I'd ever date her. Not my type."

Zoey was going to continue, but Cameron suddenly jumped up.

"Oh! I found a piece!" yelled Cameron. He held it up triumphantly, only to fall back down to the ground.

"I'll bring it to the podium," said Shawn. He walked a few steps and lugged the piece of marble onto the podium.

"And the Hawks are now tied up with the Quails, both leading with six pieces!" yelled Chris. The vultures groaned.

"God, we'll never catch up!" moaned Courtney. However, right as she said that her shovel struck marble. "Nice!" she yelled, tossing the piece onto the podium.

"Courtney!" Scott yelled. Courtney looked over, to see the ginger carrying a piece in his mitts. "I also found one!"

"Good job," Courtney said reassuringly. Scott tossed it on the podium.

"The teams are all tied up! First and second to get that last pieces and finish the puzzle win!"

"Okay team! Let's give it our all!" encouraged Trent. They desperately needed a win after the loss of Owen, who would've certainly helped in his challenge considering his massive hands. The Hawks continued to dig vigorously. Manitoba was digging faster than a jackhammer, making tunnels long enough to house a family of moles. Finally, the powerhouse struck marble. He busted out of the sand, like a worm from Tremors.

"We're done!" Manitoba yelled at the top of his lungs. The Hawks scurried to the podium, and Cameron quickly began to assemble the puzzle.

"That piece here, the top piece there…." Cameron mumbled. His teammates watched in awe as he made quick work of the puzzle.

"And… Done!" Cameron yelled.

"The Heroic Hawks win invincibility!"

The other two teams desperately scrambled to find the last piece. Jasmine on the Quails found the final piece. The team dashed to the podium, and Dave began to solve the puzzle.

"Okay. This shouldn't be too hard," Dave soon had finished placing all the pieces. Except for one- the tip of Big Ben.

"Where the hell is the tip?!" Jo yelled.

"I threw it away! It was too small for the Lightning!" Lightning yelled triumphantly.

"You Nincompoop! Where'd you throw it?" chastised Jo.

"I think it landed in the moat," said Lightning.

"Whose gonna get it?" cried Sky.

Dave took a deep breath in. This was the last thing he wanted to do, but he needed to prove himself to the team.

"I'll do it!" Dave yelled. He plunged into the moat, trying his best to ignore the searing pain of the crab claws. The piece was buried under many crustations. Dave overcame the pain, grabbing it and chucking it on the podium. His team cheered and assembled Big Ben.

"Done!" Yelled Sky.

"And the Questionable Quails win…. NOTHING!" Chris yelled. "The Vultures beat you like, two minutes ago! I waited to tell you- man, you should've seen the look on your faces!" Everyone on the Quails groaned. "You guys can head back now. Quails- I'll see you tonight!"

The other two teams cheered and left the beach. The quails stayed behind, wallowing in their defeat.

"I think we all know who's leaving tonight." Jo stared at Lightning.

"You promised you'd stay out of my way!" Shouted Lightning.

"Consider that deal off," scowled Jo.

Confessional- Jo

"I mean, I sort of already told the rest of the team that we should vote him the first chance we get, so…" Jo smirked. "I'm getting far this time- and if I must play dirty, so be it. He clearly isn't a help to our team anyways."

End Confessional

The Quail's started to walk away from the beach, and back to the loser cabin. Dave started to walk a bit faster and came next to Lightning.

"I can't believe Jo blindsided you," he said slyly.

"Yeah! So not cool," Lightning said.

"Why don't we turn the vote on her?" Dave suggested, keeping his voice at a whisper.

Lightning nodded. "If you did that, you'd be the sha-coolest!" Dave's eyes brightened.

"Consider it done!" Dave slowed down and started walking next to Beth and Lindsay.

"Who are you guys voting tonight?" Dave asked.

"I like Lightning. And Jo was kind of mean to me, so, I guess I'll vote for her." Lindsay said.

"Lindsay! We should vote for Lightning- he literally lost us the challenge!" Beth whined.

"I don't know, Lindsay has a point," Dave said.

"I'll think about voting her, okay?" Beth said.

Confessional- Dave

"Okay, so there's seven of us. After this vote, my allies will be Lightning, Lindsay, Beth, and maybe Sky and Jasmine. That means I have the majority!" Dave pumped his fist. "Merge, her I come!"

End Confessional

The Quails walked off. But slowly, a small mechanical bunny hopped out from behind a bush.

Confessional- Scarlett.

"Perfect. Thanks to this mechanical rabbit, I now know whose getting voted, and the team dynamic." Scarlett chuckled.

End Confessional.

We cut a few hours later, with the Quails at the Elimination Ceremony. The Hawks and the Vultures sat in the booths.

"Alright campers. You know the drill. But first, since we forgot to send someone to exile last time, I'll be needing TWO campers, one Vulture and one Hawk, to go to exile!"

"I'll go!" Trent and Gwen said simultaneously. The two looked at each other, exchanging awkward and worried glances.

"Alright! Hop on the boat- and don't get in too much trouble!" Chris winked, causing Duncan to scowl.

"Alright! Go cast your votes!" Chris shouted.

We cut to the campers, having just cast their votes.

"And our first marshmallow goes too… Dave!"

The germaphobe gave a sigh of relief.

"Sky!"

Sky caught the marshmallow in her mouth.

"Beth!"

The marshmallow bounced off her head.

"Jasmine!"

The marshmallow flew at her neck.

"Lindsay!"

The marshmallow flew past her head.

Lightning and Jo were left. Lightning was nervous. Jo was surprised, but mostly confident.

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"Lightning! Jo, say your goodbyes."

"What the hell?! I was a team player! He's the one who blew the challenge!" Jo yelled.

"Sha-bye bye Jo!" Lightning laughed.

We cut to Jo in the massive toilet. Everyone had learned to stay far behind.

"You'll regret this!" Jo yelled. "I'll find you all, and you'll wish you were dead! You stupid fucking-" Before Jo could finish her sentence, she was flushed.

"Gotta keep this show PG-13!" Chris joked.

"Who will leave this island next? Find out next time on-"

"TOTAL!"

"DRAMA!"

"ALL-STARS!"

Votes-

Lightning- Jo, Sky, Jasmine

Jo- Lightning, Dave, Beth, Lindsay

Authors Note-

How long has it been again? Oh. Oops! So sorry you fine folks had to wait a whole 5-ish months for the next chapter. I can ensure that the next few will come quicker! Anyways, Lightning was going to get eliminate here but I had more to do with him than Jo. Ciao!