"Last time on Total Drama Island! In an attempt to stop himself from becoming a target in the future, Duncan asked Heather to help him out in eliminating Trent. What he didn't bargain for was Heather canoodling with him to get him pitted against Gwen and the other contestants. Yikes! Meanwhile, Eva was taught two things by her fellow competitors: that Izzy is a lot more conniving than we give her credit for, and that DJ is wise beyond his years.
How wise will the contestants be in today's hide and seek themed challenge? Will Heather be able to escape her fellow castmates judge filled glances? And what will become of Izzy and Eva's alliance? Find out all this and more on the newest exciting episode of…
Total!
Drama!
Island!
The theme song plays over an intro sequence.
The first shot depicts Wawanakwa in full, leading up to a giant cliff and zooming past McLean as he sips a coffee before diving into the water below the cliff.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine.
You guys are on my mind.
We see Ezekiel under water, watching Geoff and Bridgette with a downtrodden look on his face, both of which are staring longingly into each other's eyes until an eagle picks Geoff up by his shoulders and carries him off. Bridgette tries to reach for him, watching him fly away with concern.
You asked me what I wanted to be and now I think the answer is plain to see
I wanna be famous.
The eagle drops Geoff down as it soars past the sun. He falls down a few tree branches before landing in DJ's arms, who seconds prior was enjoying nature and the copious animals around him. The animals get violent and attack as soon as their peace is disturbed. DJ and Geoff scream as the former runs with the latter in his arms away from the vicious animals.
Duncan laughs hysterically at the scene, but Courtney glares at him with disapproval, causing him to stop.
I wanna live close to the sun
So pack your bags cause I already won.
Heather is in a canoe with Beth and LeShawna going down the stream. Beth is in the middle, trying to separate the two from dueling. The canoe ends up careening off of the stream and down a waterfall, which makes the teens fall to the water below, passing by Harold as he practices a few fighting poses on a dangerously positioned log overlooking the falls. As he stretches his arms and legs out in a dorky position, Izzy swings in on a vine and knocks into him, bumping directly into an outhouse housing Lindsay, who falls out with her skirt around her ankles.
Everything to prove
Nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Cause I wanna be famous.
Inside the mess hall kitchen, we see Chef preparing some disgusting green soup with his bare hand dipped into the pot. He looks behind him at a tied up Owen and Noah, both looking petrified of whatever Chef is concoting for them. In the mess hall itself, Eva arm wrestles Tyler, easily beating him and dislocating his arm.
Outside on the beach, Sadie and Katie coo over Justin, who is looking at himself in between two mirrors. He winks at one, his teeth glistening.
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We get a good look at the polluted, muggy, teal waters of Wawanakwa, a few seagulls fighting over a cellphone. Katie swims for it, with Sadie watching from the sand anxiously, but the skinny brown clone of her best friend ends up being terrorized by a shark and swims back to shore as fast as she can.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Back on the dock of shame, we see Justin strut to the edge before ripping his shirt off, water from the shark splashing towards Katie drenching his perfectly chiseled muscles. He flexes as the camera goes up and transitions from day to night, then comes back down at the campfire ceremony.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Trent is playing his guitar for Gwen, who is entranced by him. He leans forward, a warm smile on his face. As they inch closer, Cody gets between them and places a hand on both of their shoulders, smiling dorkily. The rest of the cast whistles the chorus of the theme song as the camera zooms out to capture them all sitting around the bonfire. The logo appears above them.
Total Drama Island:
The Creeps Cut
Created by VoiceFromUnderTheCovers and Crimson Candy.
Lindsay and Heather sit on the porch outside the girls cabin. Heather is holding a tattered and cut up shirt, the same one she wore to seduce Trent. Lindsay sips a bottle of purple soda, a chip bag at her side.
"I am SO glad they included Grapetastic Pop in your reward last night, Heather! It's totally my favorite. It's the only thing I've really been craving on the island." Lindsay says, cuddling the bottle to her cheek.
Heather scoffs. "I cannot believe LeShawna and Gwen shredded all of my tops! I'm gonna have to wear this one for the rest of my time here. They are so gonna pay for this."
"Well… you did steal Gwen's boyfriend and betrayed LeShaniqua."
"Shut up." Heather snaps. She eyes Lindsay's bottle curiously while the blonde looks taken aback from her angry reply. She grabs the soda from out of Lindsay's hand and drinks it. Lindsay gasps.
"Hey! Y-you said-"
Heather spits the carbonated drink out all over the grass. "Eugh! How can you drink this sugar water?" She hurls the bottle at the dirt, and it smashes into a million pieces. Lindsay hands fly up to her hands, her eyes wide and shocked. Heather dusts her hands off and walks away, throwing her ruined shirt into a bush. "Much better."
(Confessional: Lindsay)
"Heather is my best friend on the island, and maybe even outside of it. Sure, she steals my food and borrows my clothes and calls my names, but that's what BFF's are for! Best female friends.. Ahaha.."
(Confessional: Heather)
"Who cares about friends? In this world there are shepherds and there are sheep, and Lindsay is a major sheep. Baa!"
(Confessional: Lindsay)
"I think she really respects me and my strategic ideas."
(Confessional: Heather)
"I own flip flops with more brains than her. She's lucky she's so dumb, honestly, otherwise I wouldn't be able to count on her vote every episode. If she ends up growing a brain, I'll cut her loose. But for now, she's an invaluable ally. Pfft, okay, maybe just an ally."
(Confessional end)
Eva sits on a rock by the forest, while Izzy stands in front of her. "So you've been playing Heather and Lindsay right back, huh?"
"Oh yeah! They have no clue how much I know about their totally obvious weaknesses. See, this is why I said I lived out in the forest." Izzy explains.
"Okay, okay, whatever. So they know I've been watching the show from wherever, so what? I'm not even on their list of targets anymore, now that Gwen and LeShawna are feuding with them like never before." Eva says.
"Yeaaah, but that could change pretty quickly if Heather or LeShawna gets voted out. You're gonna need some allies, too Eva." Izzy points at her bulky friend.
"Like who? I'm not teaming up with that manipulative snake." Eva crosses her arms.
"Suit yourself. There's always Owen or DJ, buuuut they're like attached to Duncan's hip already."
"Good point. Wait, isn't Owen crushing on you or something stupid like that?"
"Hehe, yeaaah, isn't he the cutest?" She says dreamily.
Eva looks up at her. "Wait, you like him too?"
Izzy puts her hands on her hips. "Is that a problem?"
"No." Eva grins. "But it could be a solution to ours."
(Confessional: Eva)
"I hate romance. It's cheesy and gooey and makes people weak. Just look at Gwen and Trent. That asshole ripped her heart out, and now all she does is mope around camp. It's sad. But, if Izzy and Owen were together, I'd have two allies."
(Confessional: Izzy)
"Okay I like never talking about girl stuff with anyone, but somehow Eva is such a butch that I feel like I'm talking to my electro therapist from my days in the looney bin, haha, isn't that crazy? Anyway, it's nice having someone else to talk about things like Owen and backstabbing betrayal with!"
(Confessional end)
In the girls cabin, Gwen looks down at her sketchbook, staring into the finished eyes of her Trent drawing. It's beautiful, as expected, with his green eyes perfectly depicted as hearts and his toned body accurate to the real thing. Her art style is jagged like a knife, but pristine like tree bark. LeShawna looks down at her and sighs, sitting down next to her on her bed.
"How you holding up, girl?"
"I miss him…" She traces her fingers over the sketch, a few teardrop stains prevalent on the page.
"Even after all he did to you, huh?" LeShawna asks.
Gwen nods. "It wasn't his fault. I would have probably fallen for it too."
"I guess I would have too.. Not that that excuses it all the way."
There's an awkward silence before LeShawna stands up. "You wanna hear a story?"
Gwen turns to look up at her. "Sure."
"Let me set the stage: I was fourteen years old, two years ago, going to school as a freshman baby with a lot more experience than a lot of the other kids my age. This made me a prime target for senior creeps to get their perverted hands on me. This one guy, Jermaine, he was the worst. He wouldn't stop asking me out, sayin' I was more mature than even the seniors, that I made him feel happy when I was around, that I did all this and that and blah blah blah. It was all talk. Now, I eventually gave in, with all the pressure from him, his friends and my friends. I'll admit, he was a cutie, and we had some good times, even if our relationship was sketchy as hell. It all came to a screeching halt one night though, when my cousin Jasmine told me that her friend Kendl told her that he was caught in his red stinger making out with another girl. A junior, at that."
"What did you do?" Gwen squeaks.
"What did I do? I shredded his clothes, keyed his car and whooped his ass in front of everybody in school, humiliating him into bitter obscurity."
"Really?"
"No. I broke off contact and forgot about him. Look, Trent's nowhere near as bad as Jermaine, and he really does like you, like a lot. Trust me, he could get real TMI with how deep that appreciation could go." Gwen laughs, shaking her head. "But we're still on a game show, girl. One where above all else, betrayal and morale trumps all. You gotta keep your head in the game, otherwise Heather will get both of us out before you can give her a taste of her own medicine. You feel me?"
Gwen stands up and hugs LeShawna tight. The bigger girl goes wide eyed before smiling warmly and hugging her back. "Y-yeah… thanks."
"Don't even mention it. That's what friends are for."
(Confessional: Gwen)
"LeShawna's right! I didn't come all this way just to lose to that snake tongued slut. I'm gonna win this, and then I'm gonna get a restraining order on that cow."
(Confessional end)
Duncan lays on his back in the cabins, scanning the dark, closed off room. The cabin is melancholic, with every guy left to their own devices. Only four dudes left. Them and Bunny, he supposed. DJ was scratching under the pet's chin while Geoff sat on his bed and watched videos on his phone (they usually just buffered and he watched the loading screen with boredom), and Owen.. Well, he's stress eating.
(Confessional: Owen)
"This sucks. With Trent gone, I've lost my last friend in the competition. I know I voted him out willingly last time because he cheated, but I also really miss him. And it wasn't fault, it was Heather's! Noah was so right about her. No more cake and ice cream bribes from her from now on! I am independent..! Though I really wish I wasn't. I miss the guys' team, and Geek Squad." He sighs. "Man, why can't we just form our own alliance? We'd be unstoppable? Too bad I'm no leader."
(Confessional: Duncan)
"Even with Owen here this place stinks of depression. Can't hardly blame anyone, what Trent did was messed up, same with Heather. Look, I know I'm responsible and whatnot, but at the end of the day, it did get Trent out consequence free on my part. I've been avoiding Heather ever since, but I can tell she's waiting to get me alone to ask me about LeShawna. I think today's the day I strike. Operation Guys Alliance is a go."
(Confessional end)
"Challenge time, kiddies!" Chris calls on his megaphone abruptly. The guys all look between each other.
"Shall w-" Geoff cuts himself off, placing an awkward hand on the back of his neck. "Uh, oh right. My bad." He stands up along with the other guys. DJ puts Bunny back in his cage before we cut to the next scene.
The teens stand at the edge of the Dock of Shame, while Chris stands opposite of them and Chef, dressed in his Master Chief attire, stands next to him with a giant toy gun.
"Hello, new final ten! Today's challenge is a good old fashioned game of hide and seek. You all get ten minutes to hide before Chef Hatchet comes looking for you. With his military background and advanced degree in manhunting, he's uniquely qualified to make this game excruciatingly hard." Chris begins. Chef nods, a serious look on his face.
"What's with the water gun?" Duncan questions, obviously taunting Chef. A red dot appears on his forehead, which the delinquent finds a little more threatening.
"The lifeguard chair is home base. When Chef finds you, he'll try to shoot you. If you can avoid getting squirted on,"
"Haha! Sorry.." Owen mutters.
"...And make it back to home base, you'll win immunity. However, home base is only opened up after an hour. It's currently 2:15, so at 3:15, the lifeguard chair will open. The only way you can access the chair earlier than " Chris further explains.
"What happens when we're caught?" Geoff asks.
"You become it, too. While it, if you find someone and tag them, you'll gain invincibility too." Chris answers.
"Wait, so multiple people can get immunity this week?" Gwen asks.
"That's right." He confirms.
"Oh, it is so on." Heather states, smirking. LeShawna glares at her, flipping her off, as does Gwen.
"Ooh, I'm so scared of a water gun!" Duncan taunts.
"Chef, why don't you show Duncan here how lethal this water gun can be." Chris orders, smirking confidently.
Chef charges up the gun before spraying Chris. The blast is so powerful that the host is launched all the way toward the cabins, drenched in water.
"NOT ON ME, DUDE!" He yells.
"What if we don't get found at all but also don't make it to home base?"
Chris returns, wiping water off his shirt. "If you aren't discovered by 4:00, I'll consider you immune, too. So, the bottom line is don't get caught. All clear?" Chris raises a brow, awaiting questions.
Lindsay slowly raises her hand. "Uh…"
"You get ten minutes to hide. Go!" He jabs his finger at the contestants. They all sprint in different directions, leaving Lindsay in the dust. The blonde screams, running for her life.
2:15 PM
Chris walks around the camp, following the sound of Lindsay's screaming. He thinks to himself, 'this should be good.' The door to the girls cabin is wide open, so Chris enters. Lindsay is hiding under one of the top bunks' blankets, her rump easily identifiable bulging through the covers. "Great hiding spot, Lindsay. I'm sure Chef will never think to look in the girls cabin under your covers." he says sarcastically.
"Ha! I fooled you. This isn't even my bunk." Lindsay replies.
"Oooooh Cheeef~"
The door is kicked open by the ex drill sergeant, gun in his hand and murder in his eyes. Lindsay jumps out of the bed and through the window, running as fast as she can away. Chef looks down at Chris and the two burst out laughing.
2:20 PM
LeShawna looks around, returning to the Dock of Shame in her swimsuit. No Chef in sight. In fact, there was one, chasing Lindsay down with a water gun. She chuckles. "Serves her right." Then, she grabs a piece of lily from her suit, puts it in her mouth and sinks down into the water, the hole jutting out in the middle acting as a snorkel.
2:20 PM
Lindsay flails all the way to the communal washroom, where she opens a stall up wide and jumps on top of the closed toilet by the wall, closing the door behind her and locking it. The blonde sighs in relief.
"Hey, Lindsay, is that you! I knew I recognized that scream from somewhere!"
"Izzy? What are you doing in my head?"
Izzy decides to play along. "Ah, it's real spacious in here, bestie! I dunno, it's just roomie." She rambles.
"Well, thanks, but we need to be quiet, otherwise Chef will-"
The blast of the water gun breaks the door off its hinges. "Knock, knock~" Chef calls out sadistically. Lindsay's blood runs cold as she widens her eyes.
"W-who.. Who's there…?" Lindsay stammers.
"The entire viewing world, sucka." Chef growls, grinning ear to ear.
"The entire viewing world, sucka who?"
Chef tries her stall door, noticing the tip of her yellow head from the moment he set foot inside. "You know I can just shoot up and cover you from head to toe, right?"
"...No…?"
Izzy rolls out of her stall before sprinting as fast as she can away, while Chef shoots upward and douses himself and Lindsay in the splash damage. She squeals, her hair dripping with water.
"Now, come out and help me find someone else. You're not outta the game yet." Chef demands. Lindsay unlocks the door, her eyeliner running down her cheeks as her hair stands on ends.
"I'm not?! Ooh, wait, Izzy's in my head somewhere!" She knocks on her temple. Chef looks toward the door and sees Izzy running away.
"Izzy was here? Oh shoot, come on, Lindsay!" He sprints outside after her.
"Roger!" Lindsay follows him.
(Confessional: Lindsay)
"Okay, so I'm not the best hider-person in the world, but it's like Chef said, I'm not out of the game yet! If I can catch Izzy, or somebody else, I can totally win immunity! Imagine that? Me winning immunity? Eehehe!"
(Confessional end)
2:30 PM
Owen rounds the corner of the woods, sweat dripping off of him like a dog running saliva down its maw. He turns back, no sign of Chef. In front of him is a giant cave, a different one from the last one he was forced into. He shudders, walking carefully in front of it. "There's gotta be a good place to hide somewhere.. Even for someone of my shape-"
DJ's arms wrap around Owen's neck and stomach, dragging him into the cave.
"AHHHHHHH! A MURDERER!"
Duncan smacks him, hard. "Shut up, Owen! We're still in the hide and seek challenge, ya know."
"O-oh! It's just you guys! Heeyyy! Hehe, what's happening? Is this your hiding spot? It rules." He whispers enthusiastically.
"Listen up boys.. We're in trouble, okay? There are six chicks on the island and only four dudes."
"I know, right? Nice odds!" Geoff chuckles before being bonked on the head by Duncan.
"No, butt brain, bad odds! If I noticed it, chances are that sooner or later they're gonna notice it too. And when they do, they're gonna pick us off one by one. We gotta do something about it."
DJ shrugs. "It's like they're exactly getting along. Remember this morning?"
This morning, 8:00 AM
DJ, Geoff, Duncan and Owen stand outside of the communal washroom, all minding their own business and leaning against the wall. The girls are in there, the showers on. They always take forever, an hour at least just to put on some make-up and freshen up for the rest of the day. The window is open today to air out the sewage that seeped in from last night that Chef had to clean up once it spilled onto the floor. This meant they could hear the bitter silence going on inside.
While Gwen, Eva and Lindsay showered, Izzy, Heather and LeShawna applied make-up in front of the mirror. Heather puts on her blush, LeShawna tunes her eyelashes, and Izzy applies some orange lipstick. Heather turns the valve of the sink.
"Ah! Who turned the hot water on?!" Gwen yells, her skin undoubtedly being hit by ice cold water.
"Oops, sorry." Heather sarcastically apologizes, continuing her make-up work. Izzy snickers, while Eva isn't so happy.
"You think that's funny?! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO FRESHEN UP!" The muscular girl shouts. The boys outside get a good laugh out of that. LeShawna easily bats Heather in the face, ruining her make-up and making her stumble to the floor.
"You gargantuan bitch!" Heather sneers, standing up to attack LeShawna. A series of shouts, stomps, screams and even glass shattering makes the guys go from laughing to awkwardly walking away.
"Well.. I guess now that Bridgette's gone, I don't really have an attachment to any of the gals. Plus, the sooner we get Eva out for what she did, the sooner I'm happier." Geoff says.
"I dunno, guys.. Sneaking around behind their backs, being all backstabby.. It feels wrong." DJ interjects.
"Yeah, and joining an alliance without Izzy? I mean with you guys I'd love to, but.. I really like her." Owen adds.
"Let me tell you the truth about women. They're all sisters. When push comes to shove, they're gonna stick together, whether they hate each other or like you. Haven't you ever seen a chick flick before?" Duncan explains.
Owen speaks up. "Well.. yeah, but-"
"Look, man, now's the time! While we still have the element of surprise." Duncan replies.
"Geez, I'm just not sure.."
The camera cuts to Owen being held vicariously over a cliff.
"AHHH!"
"Are you sure now?" Duncan questions.
"Yes! Yes, please, help me!" Owen wails.
Duncan gently lets him down, revealing that the cliff was about three feet off the ground. Owen stands back up and dusts himself off. "W-wow Duncan.. Juvie made you a scary dude."
They're back in the cave. "Come on, guys, you've been fucking miserable the last few days. Admit it, you guys miss when we were all working together." Duncan states.
"Yeah.. those were some great times." Geoff reminisces.
"For sure. I mean, we could always just pretend we're a team. That'll ease my conscience!" DJ says.
"Yeah.. we're just like a team again! Okay!" Owen exclaims.
"Good. Now that we're all agreed, guys unite and save our butts from elimination." Duncan brings his hand into the center of the four of them.
"Agreed!" Everyone else joins him, replying in unison.
"Oh, I am so siked! A dude's alliance! I love it! It's just so manly! Come here!"
Owen reaches toward his new teammates and forces them close to him, kissing their cheeks before letting them go. They all look at him like he's crazy, and like they're uncomfortable. He smacks himself in the temple. "Dang It..!"
"Alright, now clear out." Duncan orders.
"What?" Geoff yelps.
"You heard me dude, this was my hiding spot first. No use in all of us getting caught at the same time." The guys look between each other before running out of the cave. Duncan walks deeper into it.
(Confessional: DJ)
"I really like Duncan. I respect the guy a ton, and.. to be honest, I look up to him. Sure, he can be a bit of a bully, but he's got a sweet side too. I wanna be that assertive someday. So yeah, we're in an alliance, it's not gonna change me as a person. I'm above that."
(Confessional: Geoff)
"I feel kinda bad for Gwen and LeShawna.. But then again, Duncan's right. The chicks in those chick flicks always band together in the end, even if they kissed each other's boyfriends… haha, that's hot."
(Confessional: Duncan)
"My only worry about the boys is that Heather's gonna get into one of their ears about me having anything to do with Trent. That means LeShawna's gotta go, today, if I wanna stay in her good graces. Or even better, Heather goes. I'm cool either way."
(Confessional end)
2:35 PM
Chef and Lindsay walk through the woods, a few birds flying past them. Chef aims at the birds, startled, his guard totally up. Lindsay looks around, scratching her head, clearly missing Izzy imitating their every move from a few meters away. Chef turns to her direction, only to see nothing as Izzy dives into a red bush.
"Keep your eyes peeled, ditz." Chef barks.
"I'm trying! Geez.."
(Confessional: Lindsay)
"Ever since the merge, everyone has been so mean to me. I'm really.. I wish.. I just.. It's not like school, you know? Everyone treated me nicely, even the people who were mean. And yeah they'd talk bad about me behind my back, but I think I prefer that to being told to my face that they don't like me." She sniffles, covering the camera before beginning to sob.
(Confessional end)
2:38 PM
Geoff finds himself at the top of a tree. A very weak, skinny and light tree that swings back and forth thanks to his weight.
Gwen makes a camo rug that looks like a dirt road before laying down in the road. It looks extremely convincing.
Eva easily climbs the 1,000 foot high cliff before hanging off the edge, her intense strength helping her stay up. The only visible part from the cliff itself is her fingers.
2:40 PM
DJ speed walks urgently towards the mess hall, looking up at the roof. He smirks, realizing he's tall and strong enough to climb it with ease. He hops up, climbs the roof and continues climbing until he hits the highest point, where he's met with a big, fat surprise.
"Owen?"
"DJ?"
Heather runs right into the mess hall, a conniving grin on her face. She completely missed the two.
"Hey, dude, this is my hiding spot! What on earth are you doing here?!"
"Me?! I was here before you!"
"Oh yeah, well.. Just go!"
"No way! You have to go! Like Duncan said, no use in uh.. Yeah!"
Shortly after, the sound of heavy footsteps fills their ears. Owen and DJ cover each other's mouths and bury their faces in the roof. Chef and Lindsay walk in front of the mess hall, with Chef scratching his unibrow.
"Hm…" The cook hums. Lindsay gasps, shaking Chef's arm.
"What about the mess hall? Omar is probably in there, 'cause he loves food!"
"Oh, good point." Chef watches as Lindsay runs up to the door and opens it, revealing… nothing. "Heh, as to be expected."
He starts walking away. Lindsay furrows her brows and runs into the kitchen. Chef turns, squinting at her.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Chef calls.
"I heard the freezer close! That must be Omar!" Lindsay replies, running towards the kitchen. Chef rolls his eyes and follows her, walking after her. Izzy runs into the kitchen and hops up onto the ceiling fan while he isn't looking.
"It's Owen, girl! Jeez. And for the last time, nobody is-" Lindsay opens the freezer, revealing Heather. She gasps, throwing up her hands in defense. Chef aims, firing his water gun at her. She's hurled into the wall, screaming. "Well I'll be damned.."
Lindsay gasps, putting her hands over her mouth in shock. "HEATHER! Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry!"
"Lindsay, you win immunity." Chef declares.
"I do? I do! Yayyyy!" She forgets all about Heather to jump in place, a big smile on her face. Heather stands up, wiping water off of herself as she walks out of the freezer, entitlement in her veins.
"No, not yay! You just ruined my chances of winning, Lindsay! Give me your immunity." She closes her eyes, holding her hand out sternly.
"You can still win immunity by finding someone for me to shoot, skinny girl. She ain't doing anything on my watch. Come on." Chef demands, walking away and back into the mess hall. Heather rolls her eyes.
"You are so dead if I don't get anyone!" She threatens, pointing a finger in Lindsay's face.
Chef tip toes out into the mess hall, looking to and fro in case somebody else is in there. The door is wide open. "Coulda sworn I closed that…" He looks into the fireplace, the silence of the cafeteria making every step of his eerily loud. Just as he's about to call the girls to leave…
"Achoo!"
He looks up to see Izzy wiping her nose.
"Oops.. hehe.. Guess you heard that, huh?"
Chef blinks.
"RAHHHHHH!" Izzy wails, jumping down with both of her feet kicking out to jump on Chef's head, propelling her into a front flip that lands her by the door. She turns to Chef and clenches her fists. Chef shakes his head, aiming at her… then throwing his weapon away. They have a standoff, staring into each other's eyes, sizing each other up, trying to read one another's next move.
Izzy flexes her fingers at him, telling him to come here. Chef grits his teeth and charges forward, sprinting at her until the two launch their fists at each other. They each block every single swing, their eyes unmoving from one another, their focus fierce and concentrated on nothing but their opponents. Lindsay and Heather walk out to watch, both extremely intimidated.
Chef throws one big punch that Izzy jumps out of the way of, easily dodging it with a cocky smile on her face. "Bye-bye!" She kicks him square in the jaw, launching him toward the wall. She salutes. "You'll never catch me alive! WAHHHH!" She charges out of the mess hall, jumping through the window, sprinting for the dock of shame to win invincibility. Chef grabs his water gun and slowly stands up, running after her. He kicks the door down, following behind her. Heather and Lindsay just watch them go, wide eyed.
He catches up quicker than expected, but Izzy has already made it to the Dock of Shame. She picks up the pace, running with everything she's got in her, almost at the lifeguard chair. Chef shoots, Izzy dives to the floor. The water lubes up the dock and the orange haired crazy girl goes flying into the water. Because she was touched by the puddle, she's out. She folds her arms, frustrated with not only herself but Chef as well. When she looks up, she spots none other than LeShawna, hiding underwater with her natural snorkel.
LeShawna tries to tell her to be quiet, placing a finger over her own lips to symbolize it. Izzy gives her a thumbs up and a smile before swimming back up to the surface, coughing up water before giggling madly. Chef gasps for air, holding his knees.
"Woo… gotchu.. You… crazy.. Woo.."
"Yeah.. I guess I uh lost immunity then, huh?" Izzy says with a small smile on her lips. Chef looks so victorious.
"Sure did..! Haha!"
"...LeShawna's in the water below us."
Chef stops laughing, looking down into the lake. There she is, a blob in the water that vaguely resembles her. Chef shoots into the water, the pressure strong enough to knock her out of her snorkel. She swims back up to the surface, spitting water out of her mouth.
"Ugh..! I thought you weren't gonna tell?!"
"I didn't! He spotted you himself, right Chef?" Izzy lies, looking at Chef for help. He nods slowly.
(Confessional: Izzy)
"So what if I lost immunity? LeShawna doesn't have the backing to get me outta here. Nobody can take down Izzy!"
(Confessional end)
"That's right. Come on, help me get the boys and Gwen." He pulls LeShawna out of the water, and she can't help but doubt Izzy. Still, she wipes the water off of her before replying.
"You forgot Eva."
Chef smirks. "Did I?"
2:50 PM
Crrraaaack…
Lindsay looks at Heather.
"What? That wasn't me!"
SNAP!
The roof breaks, both big guys falling through it and onto the cafeteria tables. Heather smirks, touching both of them.
"Well, what do you know, my immunity has arrived. You two are so busted." DJ and Owen sigh, looking at each other as if to say 'well, shit.'
Lindsay raises her finger, desperate to get through to Heather. "I was gonna give you mine, but then Chef said-"
Heather puts a hand up to her face. "Don't even talk to me, I'm mad at you now. Just follow me back to Chef, okay?"
"I'm sorry, Heather…"
Heather ignores her, both of the big boys she caught following limply behind her. Lindsay hangs her head low and decides to walk back to the cabins instead.
Heather, Owen and DJ meet Chef, LeShawna and Izzy in the middle of the woods. "Hey, Chef, I found these two. I have immunity now, right?"
"I guess so. Where were they?"
"The roof of the mess hall. I'll be going now, if that's cool with everyone." Heather passes by the other contestants, stopping at LeShawna. "Aw, don't be mad you lost, LeShawna. Be fearful of what's gonna happen to you now that you've lost immunity AND shredded my clothes. You better hope you find Geoff or Eva soon." She takes another step, while LeShawna tightens her fists and holds back the urge to deck her in the face.
"Ow!" Gwen's distinct voice cries out. Heather takes her foot off of the lump of dirt that just yelped at her, pulling the rug off of the goth girl.
"Ooh, heya, Gwenny! Looking fetch as always." She pokes Gwen, turns back to the group and smirks. "Well, happy hunting!" She strolls away, humming to herself.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"If I win the money, after putting most of it in a savings account for college, I'm going to personally buy Heather's house and destroy it in front of her."
(Confessional end)
"Crap. You too, huh?" Gwen asks, looking at LeShawna. She shakes her head.
"No immunity so far. But the game's not over yet! We can't give up."
Gwen smiles, the group of rejects beginning the search for Eva, Geoff and Duncan.
2:50 PM
Chef notices the wavering tree and how.. Wavy it is. A pink flip flop drops on his head from the sky, prompting him and the others behind him to look up, too. The dangling feet of a certain surfer catch their attention. Chef kicks the tree, and down comes Geoff, hitting every branch on his way down, yelping in pain with every smack and drop until he hits the ground. Chef reloads and then shoots Geoff, waterboarding him with a steady stream.
"Blub-blub-blub- okay dude! Chill, you got me!" He quivers, hiding his face with his hat. Chef snickers, picking him up to his feet.
"You got any idea where Duncan might be?" LeShawna asks.
"H-how should I know?" Geoff nervously replies.
"Yeah, it's not like the guys have been forming a secret guys only alliance or something like that." Owen says, twiddling his thumbs.
Gwen, LeShawna, Izzy, Geoff and DJ all turn towards him. DJ and Geoff's mouths fly open. Owen gets all sweaty and nervous. "O-okay they are forming one but I'm not part of it."
"Dude!" Geoff yells.
The pressure is on. Everyone is looking at him. He gets down on his knees and clasps his hands together. "Okay there is a guys alliance already and I joined it and I wasn't supposed to say anything! There, ya happy?"
"Ha, wow.. Really had to drag that one out of you." Gwen pets his blonde, flakey hair.
"DUDE! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?" DJ screams, his voice cracking as he approaches the now pathetic looking, stranded Owen. The rest of the eliminated contestants follow Chef, while DJ and Geoff wait for an answer.
"T-the camera was rolling, the pressure was on, I didn't know what to say!" Owen answers shamefully. "I'm so sorry.."
"Whatever, alright, let's not blame the guy. We're a team. The worst thing they can do is vote one of us out." Geoff says.
"What if that one of us is Duncan? Then we lost our leader and we get picked off one by one." DJ questions.
"Then we better make sure Duncan gets to that lifeguard chair. Huddle up, I got a plan." Geoff starts, all the guys huddling like football players at half time.
(Confessional: Geoff)
"Used to live in Cali, football is huge back in the states. Was on a team for a while, played QB every time cause I had the look. I'm a natural leader in case Duncan goes!"
(Confessional end)
3:00 PM
The sun beams down on everyone, sweat clinging to foreheads as the gang trot through the woods looking for Duncan and Eva.
"Ugh.. we should have just asked Owen where Duncan was." LeShawna groans, wiping sweat off her brow.
"That is if he knows where he is. Who knows how long that guy's alliance thing has been going on." Gwen replies.
"Hey, Izzy, I'll give you all my desserts for the rest of the competition if you don't tell Heather about the guys' alliance." LeShawna proposes.
"Ooh, you got yourself a deal!" Izzy agrees.
(Confessional: Izzy)
"Some might call selling LeShawna out and lying to her face about it uncalled for, or like, totally mean, but in the woods, you can't trust anyone! Not even your own friends! So like, it's survival of the fittest, ya know?"
(Confessional end)
The girls and Chef continue searching, coming across a large cave. "Hm.. Clever girl.." Chef begins walking toward the cave entrance. Inside, Duncan receives a text from Geoff on his phone.
Geoff: They're inside! Follow this plan…
Duncan reads the following texts, nodding his head before sneaking around behind rocks toward the entrance of the cave. Gwen and LeShawna stick by Chef, while Izzy stays by the entrance, leaning on a wall. Soon enough, Owen walks up to her.
"Heyyyy, Izzy~"
"Oh, hiya, Big-O! Gosh, I feel like we haven't been alone in ages! So many eyes, ya know?"
"Yeah.. nice to be alone. Hey, mind if I take~ my~ shirt off~?"
Izzy raises a brow, watching as Owen struggles to take off his XXL Canadian leaf shirt. In the bushes far away, Geoff raises a walkie talkie to his mouth. "Owen is in position, repeat Owen is in position." He whispers.
DJ nods, hiding next to the cave. "Affirmative. Heading into the cave. Over." DJ peers around the back entrance of the cave, running in while screaming his head off. Boom, there's the signal. Chef points his gun at DJ's direction as he runs toward the entrance of the cave, Gwen and LeShawna each bracing themselves. Duncan rolls out from his hiding spot and begins running towards the entrance, completely missing them. Then, DJ yells one word: "BEEEEEAAARRRR!"
The girls gasp and run towards the entrance with him, while Chef stands his ground, ready to spray the hypothetical animal with water. The time never comes, though. "Wait a minute…"
Outside, Owen finally peels his shirt off, putting his arms behind his back with excruciating difficulty. "Eeeeah.. There we go~ hmhmhehehe~ Ya like what you see, little lady?" He flexes his moobs, the crazy girl entranced by his pecs.
"Humina, humina, humina, boner!" Izzy replies, her mouth salivating as she leans forward to touch them. Duncan escapes the cave, making a run for the dock. Chef runs toward the entrance along with the girls and DJ, with the former discovering his deceitful little trick.
"There ain't no bear in there! DJ tricked us! Go after that delinquent, he's heading for the chair!" Geoff and DJ leave Owen and Izzy behind, while the girls and Chef chase after Duncan.
3:15 PM
Duncan runs as hard as he can past the cabins, Chef and the girls hot on his trail. Duncan looks behind him, the cook cocking his gun with a wicked smirk on his face before letting out a wild laugh and pulling the trigger. Water shoots like a steady stream precisely aimed at his head… but Geoff launches himself in the way of fire and tanks it with his abs, sent flying into Duncan's back. He's launched forward, right onto the beginning of the dock of shame. He looks up, spotting Eva sitting on the lifeguard chair already just in front of him.
"Just a few more paces." He mutters to himself, standing back up.
"NO! Get him!" Chef screams, continuing down to the dock. It's neck and neck, and by the time Duncan is halfway down the dock, Chef is at the beginning of it. He charges his next big squirt, aiming down the sights and firing. Duncan dodges it with a jump and roll before tapping the lifeguard chair.
"Safe! Safe! HAHAHA! I win!" He jumps up and down in celebration. Geoff and DJ run up to him and hold him up on their shoulders, chanting his name. Eva folds her arms, rolling her eyes.
"Aw.. damn. I completely forgot about Eva, too. Good game, kids." Chef says, nodding with respect at them.
"Come on, Eva, dude, we won! Gimme ten!" Duncan exclaims, holding both of his palms out for her to high-five. She glares at him, an expression of hatred that slowly transforms into pure giddy, her hands smacking his hard enough to make them turn red. "Ow!"
"YEEEEAAAAHHHH! I WON! DON'T YOU EVER FORGET IT!" Eva screeches.
Chris walks onto the dock, his hands behind his back cordially. "Well, campers, that wraps up that challenge. Heather, Lindsay, Eva and Duncan are the winners with invincibility. The rest of you? You're all on the chopping block. So, meet me at the bonfire at sundown to bid another camper adieu."
Knock, knock, knock.
Heather opens the door to the communal washroom, meeting Duncan at the door. She looks around behind him. "Were you followed?"
"Just by some stupid birds I swatted away." Duncan replies.
Heather nods, stepping out of the way whilst holding the door open. "Come in." Duncan walks in. She closes the door behind him. "Let's talk about LeShawna."
"Let's talk about Gwen and Trent first." He says, folding his arms while she leans against the sinks.
"..I'll admit, my strategy was.. Cruel. But it worked, and there's no fuzz on your tail."
"It was messed up. I mean, did you really have to have sex with him?"
"No. Well, it's complicated. Gwen saw us kiss, that's all that really mattered, but a guy that handsome, who's practically obsessed with fucking his girlfriend all the time? I had to."
Duncan pinches his nose. "God, Heather.. You're bad."
Heather leans forward, stretching her arms as she hands onto the bowl of the sink, a hint of cleavage making itself known to his teal eyes. She grins. "How bad?~"
He rolls his eyes, averting them to the wall after catching himself staring. "Tch.. That ain't gonna work on me."
"Mm. Too bad. You're twice as hot as Trent." She takes one hand and brushes it over his toned chest. He sighs, knees going weak as his arousal becomes clear.. But he catches himself and smacks her hand away.
"I'm not here to fuck you, Heather."
She squints at him bitterly, leaning against the sink again. "Then let's drop the Gwent stuff, and move on. What, is the criminal getting all soft about relationship drama?"
"No, I just.. I didn't expect you to go that far."
"Well now you know what I'm capable of. I am one valuable ally, and one terrifying adversary."
"You don't gotta tell me twice."
"So, tonight LeShawna is up for elimination. You'll convince Geoff and DJ to vote with you, right?"
"I'll try. We're still all 'every guy for himself'."
"If I were you, I'd get a handle on that. Having an alliance this far in the game is practically essential."
"Whatever. So, LeShawna?"
"LeShawna. From ripping my clothes to 'exposing' me in front of everybody, to trying to get me eliminated. Not to mention how strong she is as a player."
"Hm.. everyone likes her, too. That jury vote would be a killer for most of us."
"Precisely. And, if you don't vote her out with me, you'll lose an ally, and gain an adversary."
"Yeah, yeah, you've got a deal."
The two shake on it, sealing said deal.
Duncan, Geoff, DJ and Owen gather around in the same cave they formed the guys' alliance in.
"So it's settled then. We vote LeShawna off." Duncan declares.
"Eva next time, right?" Geoff questions. Duncan nods.
"Totally."
"Remind me again.. Why LeShawna? She's cool, and a lot less unpredictable than Izzy. No offense, dude." DJ says.
Owen, covered in orange lipstick, giggles. "Oh, none taken."
"Because, LeShawna is a killer in challenges. She's a team player, and she's allied with pretty much every girl over there. Besides, the fact you even like her in the first place is a testament to her popularity."
"Good point. I dunno, it just feels dirty." DJ shrugs.
"DJ.. remember, man, what do chicks do?"
"They stick together, yeah."
"So what do us guys have to do in return?"
"Stick together. You're right."
"And hey, thanks for helping me out earlier. I was about to be a goner. You guys are pretty cool. So I'd rather we not have any problems until the final four. Cool?" Duncan holds out his fist for the guys to bump. They look between each other before nodding, smiles lining their faces again.
"Yeah, for sure." DJ replies, hitting his fist with the other boys.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"Man, Heather and Lindsay are immune? That sucks. I feel bad for Gwen. All I wanted to do was kick Heather off this island today, but it looks like we're gonna have to spend another week with her around - her and her little butt monkey." She sighs, bouncing her knee. "But, hey, Izzy's not immune, and because of her ratty behavior today, I'ma make sure she heads home instead. Just.. if you're watching this in the replays, Gwen, I want you to know that you're a good friend. I'm not really the sentimental type, so I'm sorry if I don't say it to your face."
(Confessional end)
As LeShawna leaves the confessional outhouse she spots Gwen waiting outside of it. They're surprised to see each other, with LeShawna's round cheeks turning red.
"Oh, hey. I didn't know you were in there." Gwen says.
"You didn't?" LeShawna questions shamefully.
"Nope, despite your loud reputation."
"Ha! ..You got something on your mind?"
Gwen plays with her hair. "Well, yeah. I wanted to.. Well, I guess I would have just vented into the void about Trent being gone. He hasn't been able to receive my messages, and.. It sucks."
"Hey, look, he'll be watching back home, right? Go on in and say what you need to say, let everything out."
"Really? No, no, I'd rather it be private. Better in than out is what my mom used to say."
"Ehh, what's a little more shame?"
The two share a laugh, leaning against each other.
"So.. got any idea who you wanna vote out?" Gwen asks.
"Well, I don't think that whole guy's alliance thing is built to last, so.. Izzy. If I can't take out Heather or Lindsay today, Izzy's going home." LeShawna responds.
"Why her?"
"'Cause she's the one who told Chef where I was hiding, the little weasel." She bitterly spits.
"Oh, yeah, she's gone. I just wish we could hit Heather instead."
"Next time." LeShawna promises, placing a hand on Gwen's boney shoulder.
"Right. Next time."
"See you at the elimination ceremony, girl." LeShawna responds, walking away with a soft wave. Gwen waves back, a smile on her face. She looks at the confessional door and hesitates to open it. Her hand tightens into a fist. She's about to enter when the sound of a screeching microphone cuts her off.
"Time to vote, people!" Chris' voice booms off the megaphone. She rolls her eyes and enters with a different goal in mind.
The island is cast in darkness once again, the nearly full moon casting its beautiful gothic brightness down unto the cast as they sit on their log seats by the gorgeous fire. Chris stands before them, as always, holding a tray of nine marshmallows.
"Tonight, I have nine marshmallows on my plate. There are ten of you here. One camper will not receive a marshmallow. They must immediately report to the Dock of Shame, board the Boat of Losers and leave Total Drama Island. That means you're outta the contest. For good this time." He eyes Izzy, who playfully shrugs.
"The following campers are safe due to invincibility. Lindsay. Heather. Eva. And Duncan."
They stand up to collect their marshmallows, with Lindsay trying to smile at Heather. She turns her nose at her supposed bff, causing her to lower her head sadly. Heather instead winks at Duncan, who rolls his eyes in return.
"Next up.. Geoff and DJ." Chris tosses the two jocks their marshmallows. They catch them mid-air, looking at Owen to see if he'd get the next one.
"Gwen."
She stands up, giving LeShawna a look of acknowledgement. She walks up to the host and claims her invincibility.
Owen, Izzy and LeShawna await theirs, looking between each other nervously. Owen and LeShawna, at least, Izzy seems to not care too much, her arms behind her head casually. She gives Owen a flirtatious tiger growl, which he squeaks at in surprise.
"Owen."
"AH! Oh, uh, cool!" He stands up and claims his prize. Izzy and LeShawna stare at one another, then stare at the final marshmallow on the plate.
"Izzy, LeShawna. This is tonight's final marshmallow. It's going to…
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"What?! M-me? But- I- what did I do to-"
"Oops, did I do that?~"
"Heather! I oughta put you in a full body cast, you two faced skank!"
"LeShawna?! No! How could you all vote her off like that? She's always been the nicest person here!"
The guys stay quiet, with Duncan and Geoff whistling to themselves while DJ and Owen look away shamefully.
"Sorry, LeShawna, it's time for you to take the walk down the Dock of Shame."
"Say hi to Trent for me." LeShawna smacks Heather in the face so bad that she spins around before falling unconscious into Duncan's hands. He immediately drops her onto the floor.
"Ehh.. medic!" Chris yells. Chef in his nurse outfit runs out with a stretcher, claiming Heather before rushing her to the infirmary and returning in his normal outfit, clearly out of breath. "Now that you're finally here, Chef, escort our disenfranchised contestant to the Boat of Losers."
"Finally…?! Gr.. come on, sister." Chef grumbles, grabbing LeShawna's hand in his while he drags her behind him to the dock. Gwen follows them.
"I-I can't lose you, you can't leave me, not so soon after Trent left!" Gwen yells frantically, her voice breaking.
"Baby girl I promise if I could, I'd stay. But you gotta win for me now. Not just for you, or Trent, but carry the weight of LeShawna on your shoulders!" Chef tosses her into the boat carelessly before jumping into it and sitting down in the driver's seat. LeShawna stands up and grabs Gwen's hands as she stands at the edge of the dock.
"Okay…" Gwen sniffles, tears running down her cheeks and ruining her eyeliner. LeShawna's boat departs, the two girls letting go of each other's hands. "Goodbye! I'll write you!"
"Later, honey! You got this! Kick Heather's butt for me, okay?!" She yells, using her hands to project her voice.
"I will!" Gwen yells back, waving passionately as her new best friend disappears over the horizon. She hangs her head, wiping her tears away. Chris comes out of nowhere and places a hand on her shoulder.
"Will we be able to top two emotional moments for the emotionless goth girl next time? How will Heather recover from that vicious beating, and who will win immunity next? Find out all this and more next time on Total!
Drama!
Island!"
Mid Credits
LeShawna sits in a hotel room with punk rock band posters, a guitar in the corner and a nervously pacing Trent.
"S-so she still likes me, right?" He nervously asks.
"She's obsessed with you, dude. She cried all night the night you went home. Lucky we locked Lindsay and Heather out so they couldn't belittle her for it." LeShawna replies, a little tired of his constant questions. Trent slams his fist into the wall.
"Those fucking cunts!"
She furrows her brows at him. "Hey! Watch your mouth. Even if it is true."
He slumps over and sits down next to her, holding his face in his hands. "Sorry.. I'm more mad at myself anyway. I was so stupid."
"Ya think? I give you all this advice and try to coach you through love, only for you to throw everything away 'cause Heather batted her eyes at you." She scolds.
"I got low self esteem! It's my dads fault." He defends.
"You keep blaming everything on him, and one day you're gonna be eating outta the palm of his hand. You feel me?"
He puts his hand under his chin with a frown. "I guess.."
Chef opens the door, holding his usual notepad and pen. He closes the door behind him and sits down across from LeShawna's bed. "Alright, kids, sit down so we can get this over with."
"What is this again?" LeShawna questions.
"An interview. We didn't do Trent last time, since SOMEBODY decided to blind me with my own hot sauce gun."
The two look between each other. "...Who?" LeShawna asks.
"Heather and Lindsay. I-it's not important." He barks back.
"They should be here. Not us. Maybe you." LeShawna says, looking at Trent.
"You're right.. I'm an asshole. Can we get this on now?" Trent says with a sigh.
Chef clicks his pen. "Right. First question, full names."
"Trent Grohl."
"LeShawna Edwards."
"Likes and dislikes?" Chef quieres.
Trent taps his chin. LeShawna answers first. "I like people who are straight with me. I like dancing, and singing, and there's something about fashion that really makes me feel inspired."
"I like music, specifically rock from the good ol' 80s, and new age punk stuff. Green Day and ACDC, Grateful Dead, before they went all NFT. You know, good music. I dislike my dad, especially after he divorced my mom."
"Woah, woah, woah, relax, Trent. I guess I dislike bullies. People like Heather who live for the drama. Oh, and I hate, hate, hate people who tell me to quiet down or shut up. It is not my fault you can't handle this luscious voice." LeShawna gloats.
"Next question, what is your favorite food?" Chef asks, writing down their answers.
"Mm, I'd kill for a chocolate fudge sundae right now. Put some french fries on the side and you've got yourself the greatest combo imaginable. Especially if you dip it in the ice cream!" Trent gushes.
"Now I can see why you and Owen were friends." LeShawna says.
"Aw, man, the big guy misses me, huh?"
"Sure did. My favorite food has gotta be pizza. But, unfortunately, me and dairy do not agree. So… I'll go for waffles instead. Can't go wrong with a good waffle." LeShawna responds.
"What are your dream jobs?"
"I wanna be a full time musician someday. I think that's pretty obvious though." Trent states.
"Me? I'm still figuring it out. I've thought about being a nurse before like my momma, but at the end of the day, I wanna be famous. Gimme a talk show and the platform to talk to everyone and anyone. That would be cool."
"That brings me to my next question - how's your home life?"
"It-"
"Don't need to hear from you, Trent. LeShawna?"
"Fair enough." He folds his arms and leans back on the bed unamused. LeShawna shrugs.
"I got friends back home, 'lotta players who wanted me for a long time, and that never really changed. People come and go, some sisters stick around. My family is awesome, though, even if a lot of the time, they're super loud and invasive. But hey, I guess that's where I get some of my traits from. Gotta take the bad with the good."
"Final question.. What would you two dummy's done with the money had you won?" Chef asks.
"Oh, man, I'd invest in a drummer and bassist to really get my band off the ground. I'd get more piercings, maybe some for my navel and eyebrows, I'd buy my own place and maybe have enough left over to pay for a good college, like Juliarts!" Trent exclaims, stars in his eyes.
"Predictable." Chef degrades.
"It's the truth, though. That's what I preach." Trent replies cooly. "Too bad I flaked out on the girl of my dreams and paid the price for it."
"Just do better next time, dude. That's all. As for me, I'd buy a high quality camera and microphone and start my path down internet stardom. I'd gain a following, and then pitch my idea for a talk show to a producer. Or, better yet, just start doing podcasts until I get found by a producer. Either way, I don't need one hundred thousand dollars for any of that. Though, it would have helped get me a media comm degree in college."
"That concludes our interview. Thanks for the lame experience." Chef stands up and makes his way to the door, but upon opening it is met by a scrawny, geeky boy with red hair, standing in the frame with a bouquet of roses.
"Oh, LeShawna, my fairest! Your prince has come to steal your heart!~" Harold exclaims.
"Harold, baby! We need to talk about you and Heath- wait, are those REAL roses?" LeShawna drops her attitude immediately, shoving Chef out of the way and into the hall before grabbing the bouquet from Harold's hands.
"I paid $100 dollars to have them shipped here. Do you like them?"
"Like 'em? Oh, baby, I love 'em! Come here, give LeShawna some sugar." He hops into her arms, their lips connecting as she walks him out of Trent's room and into another. Trent closes his door, sighing once again as he feels guilt rattle his conscience.
Credits continue.