"Last time on Total Drama Island..! Mm.. Coconut never tasted so good." Chris is laying on a reclined outdoor chair, wearing a pair of shorts and an open shirt as the boat he's on swims forward, the moon hanging in the sky. There's a piña colada in his hand, the straw still wet with his saliva. "During the grossest challenge of the season yet, the guys were pitted against the girls in a battle of the stomachs. The teams were divided, but Geoff and Bridgette seemed as chummy as ever. Trent seemed to detest his new brotherly team, and Heather has already split the girls in half."
"Cannonball!" Owen yells off screen, jumping into a swimming pool so hard that water splashes onto the slick wooden floors near Chris. The host smiles.
"The guys won the big reward: getting to spend two days on this fabulous cruise with yours truly. Meanwhile, the girls…" The camera cuts to Wawanakwa, where LeShawna and Heather are in the middle of smacking each other, Lindsay is blabbering mindlessly and Gwen is holding her ears shut to block her out. Bridgette sits in the middle of it all, sighing sadly. "Yeeeahh.. The girls didn't."
The camera cuts back to Chris, still relaxed.
"This episode is the big merger. While the boys have fun and get tail in the now, by the end of this episode, it's doubtful they'll still be friends. Who will survive when the teams go kablooey, and who will crumble like a coconut? Find out on the most exciting episode yet 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.
At the Dock of Shame, the girls are lounging around. Heather and Lindsay lay in lounge chairs near the bonfire, with Heather munching on chips that Lindsay no doubt had to sneak from Chef's kitchen. Luckily, they're not barbecue. Lindsay is reading a fashion magazine she brought in at the beginning of the competition.
"Wow. Heather, check this out - Y2K fashion is so back!"
Heather squints as Lindsay shows her the page featuring a 'trendy' outfit. She snatches the magazine, chewing on a crunchy chip all the while. "This was five weeks ago, Lindsay."
"It's been five weeks since we've been here? But what about summer vacation?"
"This is our summer vacation, genius."
"Aw, thanks, Heather, but I didn't guess correctly."
(Confessional: Lindsay)
"Okay, we totally could have used that resort, but I've been having so much fun with Heather lately! It's basically just me and her since Wanda, Leshaniqua and Brittany are always avoiding us. It's like a sleepover where we sometimes get locked out of our cabins.. Ooh, but those sleepless nights can be fun too!"
(Confessional: Heather)
"These have been the worst two days of my life. Gwen and LeShawna keep locking the cabin door on us, my bathing suit has a big tear down the middle, and they dumped a bottle of my nail polish down the communal toilets. I can't hit them back though. No. I've got a plan to weaponize this vulnerability. Just you wait."
(Confessional end)
Down the docks, Gwen, LeShawna and Bridgette sit at the edge of the docks. LeShawna glares back at the blonde and Asian girls behind them, unable to shake her grudge on them. Gwen is drawing a variety of masculine faces on her sketchpad, all of which are abstract. Bridgette is swimming in the somewhat green water beneath them, her hair wet and luscious trailing down her shoulders.
"Whatcha drawing?" She asks her goth friend curiously.
Gwen peaks down at her. "The boys. I'm trying to get better at sketching without references, since there's no internet here."
"Cool! Can I see?"
Gwen blushes. "S-sure.. but it's not finished."
Gwen shows the sketches off. Duncan is drawn like an Aztec skull, with colors and lights around his head. DJ is drawn like a fantasy creature, specifically a centaur with a unicorn horn, but it's done tastefully, in a way not meant to mock him, but instead showcase his beauty. Geoff is drawn more realistically, with more intricate detail put into his face, and Owen is drawn as a blob monster from black and white film. Bridgette giggles. "It's amazing. I had no idea you were this good."
"Thanks. I didn't start on Trent yet. I'm wondering if I should dedicate a whole page to him or just go minimalist to avoid showing bias."
"I think Trent would appreciate being treated special. Oh, but you did miss one thing - that bit of peach fuzz on Geoff's chin." Bridgette points at her boyfriend's sharp chin.
Gwen snickers, closing her book, swinging one leg over the other. "How do you feel about you two?"
Bridgette leans over the dock, dripping wet. "Well, I miss him. More than DJ and definitely more than Duncan. I wanna do so much more with him than we've done, but at the same time I wanna keep my head in the game. I'm gonna do important things with this money, not just build out my dream life."
"That's really cool of you. I assume it has something to do with aquatics?"
"Actually, yes. Am I that obvious?"
"A little. Hey, LeShawna, what are you gonna do with the money if you win?"
LeShawna doesn't hear them, her nails digging into her folded arms as she glares at Heather, who pretends not to notice her.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"I know I should be over it by now - the betrayal that that little snake laid out for me. But she wrapped in my man! Harold was obviously manipulated by her, and I have no idea how. I tried asking her, but who's to say she's telling the truth about cutting some deal with him to get Courtney out? It don't make any sense. She must have flashed him - that's what he said when he left the show! Ooh, she is gonna get it!"
(Confessional end)
"LeShawna?" Bridgette questions. LeShawna's eyes go wide and she turns to the girls, who have looks of concern on their faces. "You okay?"
"Sorry.. Just.. What was the question again?"
"What would you do with the money if you win?" Gwen asks.
"Oh! That's easy. I'd move me and my family into a nice place and start up my own recreational facility. It would be called: LeShawna's House!"
"Neat. I'll have to pay it a visit when you win." Gwen says.
"When? Oh, hush, I got the same amount of chances as y'all. 'Cause we're a team, and with Trent on our side, ain't nothing can stop us."
"Heck yeah!" Bridgette cheers, giving both girls high fives.
Hooooonk!
The ship that carried the boys to the resort last episode pulls up, honking its horn with loud, bombastic party music blaring on all cylinders. Duncan, Owen, DJ and Geoff can all be seen dancing with each other on the front of the boat, while Trent sits and reads to himself. When the boat stops and drops the ramp on the dock just a few inches away from Gwen's face, she gets the message and scoots back, as do LeShawna and Bridgette to get out of the way. Geoff scoots down as if he were riding a skateboard onto the dock, running towards Bridgette with a "Whoooop!" Before bear hugging her, peppering her face in kisses.
"Geoff! I missed you so much!" She cooes, hugging him back, crashing her lips into his. He presses his entire body up against hers.
"Me too, baby." He mutters in between the kiss, eventually letting her down when their cheeks go red and Duncan descends from the yacht.
"What a weekend!" he exclaims, half rubbing it in, half genuine. Trent follows behind him.
"It wasn't all that good." He replies. Gwen hugs him, squeezing him tight. He hugs back. "Miss me too?"
"Of course, idiot. You get my pictures?"
"I sure did. I spent most of my time walking around and photographing stuff for ya."
"You didn't enjoy anything else?"
"Well.. the water beds, full body massages and live performances were pretty cool too."
"PRETTY COOL?! THEY WERE AWESOME! That was the greatest weekend ever!" Owen cheers, running down the ramp before jumping between the two couples with his arms raised high.
DJ follows, wrapping an arm around Owen's neck. "This guy right here ate an entire buffet table, and didn't even barf it up! He's a real one, for sure."
"Yeah, if it weren't for Owen's gargantuan mass, none of us would be able to tell the awesome stories we can. Sorry you lovely ladies had to stay behind, but I'm sure you had plenty of fun tearing each other's eyeballs out in the meantime, yeah?" Duncan gloats.
"Watch yourself, piercing princess." LeShawna warns, grabbing him by the collar before Chris exits the boat to join the rest of the cast, decked out in his open shirt and shorts. Duncan shoves her off of him. Lindsay and Heather walk onto the deck, both of which keep their distance.
"Oh man.. That was a great little treat. I mean, I've had my elbows lotioned by professionals, but you don't get babies this clean through the make-up department, hehe! Check it." Chris shows off his perfectly smooth elbows. Heather gasps.
"No fair..!" LeShawna grunts.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"That should be MY alligator elbows getting the hand and foot treatment. That's it - no more Mrs. Nice Guy! From now on, LeShawna is here to win!"
(Confessional end)
"You know, I think Owen took a real liking to those lovely ladies at the massage parlor." Duncan says, bumping Geoff with his elbow. The party boy grins.
"I've never had my feet touched without complete disgust! It was.. Unforgettable." Owen dreamily replies, wiping a tear away from his eye.
Lindsay, similarly, wipes a tear from her eye, looking down at her water shoes.
Chris smacks his hands together. "Ladies, where's Chef?"
"Fumigating the cabins. There was a hornet infestation in the girls cabin." Gwen answers.
"Yeah, I wonder where they could have come from while everyone else was outside of the cabin." Heather sneers, hands on her hips.
"..Anyway, that's why we're over here." Gwen explains.
"Well, that's good to know. I'm glad you're all here for my big announcement." Chris says.
"Another one? What is it?" Heather asks.
"Yeah! You can tell us anything! Us guys, hah, when we're put together? On a team? We can do ANYTHING! So, bring on the news! We'll take it in stride, because nobody, and I mean NOBODY can stop us!" Owen roars, holding all of the guys in his arms amorously as if they were a bunch of logs.
"From here on out, there are no more teams. No Screaming Gophers, no Killer Bass. No boys, no girls."
Owen slumps, dropping all of the guys. "...Oh."
"Uh.. sorry, man. But hey, you're still my friend. Just.. gonna be every man for himself now." Trent says after standing up, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Thank god." Heather snarks.
"It's uh.. Been an honor, gentleman." DJ states, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah. Whatever, ya know? It's cool." Geoff replies. Duncan can't help but smirk.
(Confessional: Duncan)
"You know, back in juvie, I was given this therapist chick. Great set of legs, beautiful brown hair, smart lookin' babe. She used to tell me stuff like 'you're angry, Duncan, I can sense it in your body language.' Or, 'The more you growl at me, the more I see that side of you you wanna hide instinctively.' I-it's all bull, obviously. But I picked up a lot of psychology skills from those sessions. Thanks, Melfi." He winks at the camera.
(Confessional end)
"That's not all," Chris starts. "I figured with all of the silent tension going on around here, it was time to get some more.. Aggressive action going on. LeShawna and Heather might be able to light each other on fire with stares alone, but where's the yelling? The screaming? The anger?"
"There was plenty of yelling yesterday, when the hornets came in!" Lindsay chirps.
"Riiight.. So, because she's full of explosive anger, is louder than a smoke detector and has tension written all over, please welcome back a true audience favorite… Eva Chantrey!"
"Oh.. no." Bridgette, Geoff and DJ dread. It doesn't take long for the boat carrying Eva to come in. She stares at the island with contempt, her arms crossed and a sea of fire illuminating her every corner. When she arrives, everyone is silent. She throws her bag of dumbbells down on the dock, cracking the wood. Then she jumps down, landing on her feet from an impressive height. The boat quickly zips away, afraid of her.
"That's right. I'm back. And just so we're clear, not only am I gonna kick butt, but I'm also gonna be giving special attention to my backstabbing Bass teammates who voted me off! Especially you!"
Eva points a jagged finger at Bridgette. She raises a brow. "Why me?"
"'I won't be missing Eva!' Ring any bells, surfer chick?!" She imitates Bridgette, referring to her confessional from the other day. Bridgette winces, lowering her head. Geoff puts an arm around her shoulder protectively.
"Wait, but I thought you said that once you're eliminated you can't ever come back? Ever?" Geoff questions.
"I did, didn't I? Well, sometimes there has to be an exception to the rule. Eva is that exception. But, she's not the only one. Please, if you will, turn your attention over to everybody's favorite orange haired maniac… Izzy!"
"Oh no!" Eva, Heather, LeShawna and Gwen parrot.
"YES!" Owen cheers, pumping his fist in the air. Izzy comes in hot from the woods, swinging on a vine while yelling like Tarzan. She flips toward the group, also landing perfectly on her feet.
"Hey, guys! It's good to be back at camp! Even though I never left.. Oh my gosh, you'll never expect where I was!" Izzy greets eccentrically.
"In a high security prison?" LeShawna guesses.
"A mental hospital?" Asks Gwen.
"Heaven…?" Owen says with stars in his eyes.
She waves all of their responses away. "No, sillies! I was in the woods, with the beavers!"
Eva rolls her eyes.
"Beavers..?" Bridgette questions.
"Yeah! I had to hide from the RCMP somehow, yeah? So I hid with the beavers, and we were forced to eat fish and berries for sustenance! It ruled!" She giggles like a chipmunk on speed, taking out a fish before biting into its head raw.
"That's… a raw fish." Gwen replies.
Izzy spits it out all over DJ's shirt. "Plah! I-I guess I have to cook it first, huh?" She stutters. The big guy wipes it off in disgust.
(Confessional: DJ)
"How come I always get vomit and spit-up on me? Is that the kind of attention I attract? Ugh. I miss the guys team already."
(Confessional: Geoff)
"Gosh, I feel so bad for my baby girl. Eva's totally gonna hammer her into dust if I don't help her out. Guess I'll have to try extra hard to get immunity and get her booted off the show."
(Confessional end)
"Chris, do we have a challenge today?" Geoff asks.
"Of course we do. But first, Eva and Izzy need to move in. We'll have an hour grace period, and then everyone should meet me at the amphitheater." He claps his hands together. "Chop-Chop!"
"Woo-hoo! Another challenge! Gimme ten!" Owen cheers, holding his hands out for Duncan to high five. He looks toward Owen with a blank expression.
"Dude, you heard the host. It's every man for himself." The delinquent walks with the rest of the crowd, leaving Owen in the dust. Owen turns back to see the yacht that brought them home leave. He whimpers, lowering his head as he follows his castmates.
At the cabins, the boys enter solemnly, all of them bummed out except for Trent and Duncan. Trent waves at Gwen as he heads inside, while Duncan tries not to portray what's on his mind on his face. The girls cabin is finally being uncovered, the tarp that caked the windows and door removed by Chef wearing a gas mask.
Chris walks up to Chef curiously. "Get rid of the hornet infestation?"
"Should have."
Eva holds her luggage over her shoulder, her breath hitting the back of Bridgette's neck menacingly. Bridgette slowly turns around to look at her, forcing a smile. "So.. Eva.. what have you been up to since you've been off the show?"
"Taking anger management classes." She huffs.
"Oh..? That's great. How has that been working out for you?" Bridgette rubs the back of her neck awkwardly.
"Like a charm. I'm practicing a lot of restraint right now." She growls.
Gwen and LeShawna give her a sympathetic look. The door is finally opened by Chef, a blast of lemon scented air hitting them.
"Huh. Not a terrible smell. Better than the dirty socks and mold smell from before." Gwen comments, heading inside cautiously. As the girls swarm in, they all head to their respective sides of the cabin. Eva places her hands on her curvy hips, raising an eyebrow. Izzy immediately walks toward Heather's side, waving at Lindsay and Heather enthusiastically.
(Confessional: Heather)
"Interesting.. She didn't even notice the marker on the floor. Beth, you have been replaced."
(Confessional end)
"Hi, Izzy! Welcome back to the show!" Heather greets.
Izzy throws up a poster of The Joker crying into a bowl of cereal by one of the top bunks, eagerly jumping into bed. "Thanks, Heather! You know, you're a lot sweeter than I remember!"
"..Thanks. Hehe, you're just as fun as I recall." Heather says.
"What a compliment! You should totally be friends with us." Lindsay adds.
"Sure!" Izzy replies, hanging off of the bed like a bat.
"Piece of cake.." Heather mutters, smirking.
"HEY!"
The entire room collectively stares at Eva, startled by her booming voice.
Eva points at Heather. "You caused my elimination when you STOLE my airpods." She then points at Bridgette, "YOU voted me out. I don't wanna sleep on either side. So, who's moving over? Heather, or Bridgette?"
Both girls look at each other, waiting for the other to move. After a few moments of silence, LeShawna stands up. "Okay, you know what? Eva, it is great to see you again, girl. We're all very pleased to have you here. You're strong, you're smart, and you're really trying. We have enough drama going on as is, so why don't you just come over to this side and respect our situations?"
Eva looks her up and down. "...Only if Bridgette moves, sister thunder thighs."
Gwen, Heather, Lindsay and Bridgette gasp. Izzy giggles, snorting.
"Oh, that is it!" LeShawna rolls her sleeves up, getting into attack mode. Bridgette jumps between them, holding her luggage.
"You know, I.. think I'm gonna go see Geoff." She walks out of the cabin, with Eva watching her go.
"That's right, birds of a feather, tree hugger. Go make out with your Bass boyfriend." Bridgette shivers, closing the door behind her.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Geez, and I thought we were bad. Chris wasn't wrong about bringing back the aggression."
(Confessional end)
Bridgette knocks on the guy's door. DJ opens up, his dour expression turning sweet when he sees her. "Hey, Bridge! Here to see Geoff?"
"Eva kicked me out of our cabin.. So yeah. Is now a good time?"
DJ looks back into the cabin, where Trent is trying to play his guitar. Duncan rolls his eyes at the harmonic hums, taking it from him. Trent glares. "What's your deal?"
"My deal is that I can't listen to this poser garbage for another second."
"You're the last guy I'd ever wanna be called a poser by." He yanks his guitar back. Geoff and Owen both look miserable in the background.
Duncan rolls his eyes and exits the cabin, his hands balled into fists. Trent rolls his eyes and continues strumming.
"Now it is." DJ says.
(Confessional: Duncan)
"Wanna know the deal between me and E-boy? Let me set the stage…"
Duncan slugs a can of pop, handling the sugar intake a lot better than Owen or DJ, who are dancing like maniacs on the dance floor. McLean is out of the way, somewhere in a back room with a lady of the night, and Geoff has taken over as the dj for the night. Trent is desperately trying to finish his dinner so he can head to bed, sitting with a few TD fans who can't stop photographing him. Duncan takes notice and makes his way over.
"Soooo, like, what really happened in those woods with you and Gwen? Cause like, they cut out a loooot." One drunken, slender blonde with dyed brown streaks questions, leaning over the table with seduction in her slanted eyes.
"I'm not that kind of guy. What happened that night between us was meant to stay between us." Trent replies dryly, his hand resting under his chin.
"Okay, but like, can you tell us what happened last episode? Did all the girls get eliminated or something? I was hoping to talk to the blonde, or the sexy Asian chick." Another fan, this time a muscular dude with brown, long hair and sunglasses, asks.
"Pretty sure I'd be violating my contract if I did." Trent replies.
"Ooh, but can you like, show us your muscles?" The blonde hounds, leaning over the table and gripping at the bottom of his shirt before he pulls back.
"Hey! What part of taken don't you understand?" His cheeks flush red, and the table laughs at him.
"I'll show you some fine muscles, ladies." Duncan pulls his shirt up from behind Trent, revealing his somewhat toned, flat stomach. The girls screech, and the guys take pictures.
"Haha, radical. I'm gonna sell these pics on the Total Drama fan site to that superfan dude." The brunette douche states.
His blonde haired friend, the brother of the slender fan, speaks up. "Pretty sure they're a chick, actually."
"Whatever man, it's 2022, who cares what gender they are?"
"I'm sure you'd all care what gender I am after I take these babies off." Duncan slips his hand into the hem of his jeans, earning an even louder squeal from the gals. Trent mutters something under his breath, standing up to leave. Duncan grabs his wrist. "Woah, woah, E-boy, what's up? Stay a while, we can split the action if you can handle that."
"You have a girlfriend too, ya know! I could tell her everything you've been saying to these chicks." Trent shoots.
"Technically, we're not dating. I'm a free man until I see her again." Duncan replies.
"I bet she'd love to hear that." Trent says, trying to walk away. Duncan forces him closer.
"Watch it, Trenton, before your lawyer daddy needs to be called."
"Woah, dudes, let's all settle down, alright? It's a party!" Owen says, getting between them.
They glare. Trent steps back. "I was just on my way out."
"Yeah, go to sleep. You tell Courtney anything and I'll jam that guitar up your ass." Duncan yells over the loud music as Trent walks away. He briefly turns around to yell back.
"I bet you would!"
"I was buzzed, I had no idea what was gonna happen. But now I know for sure, Trent's gotta go."
(Confessional: Trent)
"Oh yeah, Courtney, because you deserve to know, Duncan totally tried to show off his body to some fans back at that resort. Dump him, before it's too late."
(Confessional end)
"Come right on in." DJ ushers, standing out of Bridgette's way so she can enter. Geoff spots her and immediately perks up.
"Hey, babe!" Geoff greets.
"Hey." Bridgette smiles, waving at him. She walks up to him and leans over his bunk.
Geoff sits up and gets into game mode. "Look, I'm super sorry about Eva. I promise you, we're gonna totally own this challenge, and then she's gonesville." He waves to emphasize his point.
"I know. But she is a really strong competitor.. I'm just not sure if we can win."
"Are you kidding? Between you, me, DJ, Duncan, LeShawna, Gwen and Owen? We're like, outnumbering her for sure! No matter what the challenge is, we'll squash her, easy. Ain't no way she's winning immunity."
"I guess you're right." She sits down next to him, interlocking their hands, as secure as she can be. Their eyes lock, faces inching forward.
"Say, uh.. Fellas.. You mind giving us some space?" Geoff asks, not breaking eye contact.
Trent and Duncan had already left to do their confessionals, while Owen and DJ understood completely and stood up.
"We're gonna go get lunch then, while you two do the hokey pokey.. Hehehe." Owen chuckles, sending Geoff and Bridgette out of their locked looks.
"Owen! It's not like that." Geoff blurts out.
"Yeah, totally not like that!" Bridgette adds, blushing furiously.
DJ grins from ear to ear. "Riiight. Come on, Owen." He leads his bigger friend out. Owen closes the door behind them, making kissy faces and winking as he does. Bridgette and Geoff giggle, with Bridgette laying in his bed to snuggle up to him after kicking off her sandals.
"This is nice.. Warmth."
"Was it cold over here all that time? There was deluxe AC and heater tech at the resort."
"Gee, rub it in, why don't you?"
"My bad. I'm here now, aren't I?" He smiles sincerely, tipping his hat.
"Sure are.." Bridgette flicks his hat off of his head. They look sensually into one another's souls.
A few seconds later, the two are already devouring each other's mouths and yanking their clothes off. The camera cuts when Bridgette's bra is thrown up at it, blocking the audience view.
At the amphitheater, the contestants are sat down on extra, stitched together office chairs, most likely from Kronk's List or Ebuy. They're sat in front of crates, kitchen counters, worn down desks and turned over carry-on's in an effort to simulate that game show feeling. The first and tallest row consists of DJ, Geoff, Bridgette, Duncan and Owen. The second and middle row has Trent, Gwen, LeShawna and Izzy. The final and shortest row consists of Heather, Lindsay and Eva.
"Welcome to your next challenge! The time honored game of torture… Say Uncle!" Chris starts. "You are all about to be put through tests of endurance so insane that some of them sent our interns to the emergency room!"
Lindsay, Heather, Owen, DJ and Bridgette tense up, fearful. Eva remains stone faced, while Izzy claps. "Wooo! Fun!"
Everyone looks at her like she's.. Well, crazy.
"If you back down from the challenge or do not last the required ten seconds, you'll be eliminated. The winner will not only receive immunity in tonight's vote, but will also receive a luxurious trailer, yours to take home at the end of the summer."
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"Ha, back home I used to play truth or dare with my cousins till sundown. It didn't matter what the dare was, I always did it. The truth.. Well, telling Luthor I had a crush on him or Alona how I made the money to buy that speaker was a little too hard, even for me." She looks around before whispering, "I sold her spare tire.."
(Confessional end)
"What kinds of torture?" LeShawna questions.
"Why don't you ask my lovely assistant?" Chris shines a beaming hot spotlight on Chef, who's wearing a Jason Voorhees-esque hockey mask whilst wielding a meat cleaver. He's already sweating from the heat beam of the light.
"C-cut the lights off!" Chef barks.
Click!
Now all of the contestants are freaked. Chris chuckles. "One more thing. If you end up completing your torture without complaining audibly once, you get to pick who takes what torture next."
Eva turns around and licks her lips at Bridgette. She goes wide eyed, hugging herself as if she had been violated.
"Alright! Let's do this! We'll start from top to bottom." Chris walks up to a wooden wheel with printed out pictures taped onto it and a big arrow similar to the Wheel of Fortune. "So, DJ let's spin the wheel of misfortune to select your torture..." Chris spins the wheel. DJ whimpers, holding his thighs nervously. The arrow lands on a snake.
He exhales. "Snakes are my friends now. This shouldn't be so bad."
Chris takes out a cue card and clears his throat. "Kiss a snake for ten straight seconds."
"It's.. it's not a poisonous snake, right?"
"Not sure. We got this guy from some crazed gunman who didn't want him anymore. Something about a danger to animal and human life."
DJ gasps, getting up out of his seat as Chef drags the giant eight foot snake across the floor. There's a muzzle over its head so it can't chomp at the cook. It still tries to, launching itself at the contestants. Chef holds it back. "Easy, girl!" He yells. The teens lean back in horror.
A few steps later and DJ is shaking like a leaf. He gulps, holding his hand out. "H-hey little fella.."
The snake gives him a once over, glaring to see whether he's a predator or not. "I'm not gonna hurt ya.. Just wanna give you a little kiss."
The snake launches out of its muzzle and attacks DJ's neck, throwing him to the floor. Definitely prey, not predator. "Ooh.." Chris winces, watching as Chef yanks the snake off of the gentle giant. "No wonder these challenges sent the interns down under."
"They died?!" Bridgette questions.
"Financially, yeah. We sent them to American hospitals." Chris replies.
"That's cruel, man." Chef says.
"Ya think? Hehe! We'd lose them permanently if they got sent to one over here. Speaking of which, DJ should probably be sent to the infirmary."
"No, no.. I'm okay!" DJ replies weakly, his face plumping up all red and purple. His fellow castmates recoil in shock.
"Er.. that wasn't technically ten seconds, but the fact that you survived at all is a miracle. So, I'll let you go on."
"Yay.." DJ weakly cheers, heading back to his chair with a wobbly walk cycle.
"You okay, dude?" Geoff asks. DJ nods slowly.
"Okay, next up.. Geoff!" Chris spins the wheel, with it eventually landing on a fist. "Take a punch from Chef Hatchet."
"Uh… okay! I have a high pain tolerance." Geoff says, standing up before coming down to the stage.
"Hehe.. that's what the last guy said." Chef cracks his knuckles, grinning as he winds up his fist. Geoff flinches just before he gets socked in the stomach. He lands flat on his face, cradling himself as he coughs.
"Geoff!" Bridgette jumps down to help him up. He slings his arm around her shoulder as he stands up, chuckling through the pain.
"I'm good, babe.. Aw.." He croaks.
(Confessional: Eva)
"It was worth coming back just to see that in person."
(Confessional end)
"Don't make me punch no more, minors, man. The camera's still rolling." Chef yells.
"Fine. Geoff, you're still in the game." Chris states.
"Sweet.." He grunts, displaying a thumbs up as he's brought back to his chair by his girlfriend.
"Bridgette, don't wander too far. You're next."
She looks back at Chris worriedly, but makes her way down anyway. Chris spins the wheel, and it soon lands on a microphone. "Listen to your own voice, which has been digitally replicated with the power… of AI~" He says with a spooky overtone, craning his fingers at her. She looks appalled, with a mix of fear. Eva smirks.
Chef brings a set of headphones over and places them over Bridgette's ears. She bites her lip and closes her eyes. "Please let it be over quickly.."
"You've gotta listen to it for ten seconds. Your replica will be singing a non-disclosed modern rendition of some pop song we can't reference without getting hit with a cease and desist. So enjoy some in-house competition music, audience at home!"
Bridgette presses play, and an awful, poorly done, crispy version of her voice barrages her ears. "Oh.. god.."
She whimpers, toes curling, hands grabbing the headphones… but she just barely manages to make it to ten seconds before throwing the headset. "Ah.. Thank you, Buddha.. I'll never be vain again."
"Well done, Bridge! That's you still in the game. Duncan, you're up." Bridgette passes by Duncan as she heads back to her spot, massaging her ears. He folds his arms cockily, a smirk on his face.
"Bring it on."
Chris spins the wheel. It lands on a picture of a few turtles snapping their teeth. He raises his brow. "Turtle puckshots!" We cut to after everything's been set up, with Chef holding a hockey stick behind a lineup of snapping turtles.
"Our interns spent weeks collecting the grumpiest, angriest, crustiest, hungriest old snapping turtles on the island. While you stand in the goalie net completely unprotected, Chef will fire off turtle snapshots." Duncan's confidence lowers as he lowers himself, watching with a twinge of fear as the turtles growl and hiss at him. Chris whispers in his ear, "If I were you, dude, I'd protect my coconuts." Then he runs off to the side. Then he comes back. "This could get ugly!" Before running away again. Duncan's hands go over his crotch.
"If you can stay in for ten seconds.. You'll move onto the second round with your castmates from before. And… go!"
Chef hucks a turtle at Duncan. He crouches, barely missing a hair on his head being bitten off. He looks back with relief as the turtle nibbles at the net, just in time for another turtle to be launched onto his arm, it's teeth sinking into it. "AHHHH!"
Chef doesn't stop there. He hurls more, and more, and more, each latching onto his body with their teeth. His hands fly up to remove them, and that's when one turtle snaps his most sensitive body part.
"Ooooh…" He collapses after a full ten seconds.
"And Duncan moves on to the next round!" Chris announces. Duncan looks up weakly, with Trent and Heather laughing at his pain.
"Gee.. thanks for the sympathy.." Duncan mutters.
"Isn't this fun?" Chris enthuses.
"Yeah.. it's a riot." He mumbles sarcastically.
"Guess Courtney's gonna miss out big time, if you know what I mean." Trent mocks, his and Heather's laughter growing in volume. Gwen folds her arms, glaring with jealousy. This goes unnoticed.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Not his fault, not his fault, not his fault… Ugh! Heather is so dead. She's lucky Eva is targeting Bridgette so hard this round. Very lucky."
(Confessional end)
We cut to after the turtles (and Duncan) have been cleaned up. "Next up is.. Owen! Your torture is.." The wheel lands on an ice cream sandwich.
"Wooohooo! Eating challenge here I come!" Owen throws his fists up in the air.
"Not so fast. Step right up, please." Chris says. Owen follows his directions, while Chef comes over with an ice cream freezer on wheels. He opens the glass door to show off layer after layer of ice cream sandwiches.
(Confessional: Owen)
He's covered in pink and black wrappers, as well as ice cream. "What kind of torture involves ice cream sandwiches?! The producers are crazy!"
(Confessional end)
"For your challenge, you have to-"
"Eat all of these ice cream sandwiches with the wrappers on? Say no more, Chris, I've got this one in the bag!"
"Wait, wait, Owen!"
Too late. He's already started devouring package after package. Chef and Chris look shocked, and soon the other contestants do too.
(Confessional: Heather)
"Owen is the most disgusting person I have ever willingly allied myself with… second only to Harold."
(Confessional end)
After Owen has devoured the entire cart, Chris shakes himself out of his trance. "Did I win the challenge?" Owen says, still halfway through swallowing a sandwich.
"...Owen, that wasn't the challenge."
"What do you mean? I ate the ice cream-"
Chris stops him. "No, no, dude. You were not supposed to eat them. You were supposed to watch while we destroyed the cart, and if you did that for ten seconds, you'd survive the round."
"But.. but why would you do that? That's torture!" Owen whimpers.
"That's the point, tubby." Chef grumbles.
"With that being said, you're eliminated from the challenge." Chris says.
"Aww… Well, it's actually kinda worth it. Thanks for the grub, Chef." He hugs Chef as if he were a giant stuffy. Chef shivers, now covered in ice cream.
"Go sit back at your seat, dude." Chris instructs. Owen drops Chef before walking towards his seat. When he sits down, he's trapped in a stock, his arms and head sticking out of the wooden contraption.
"Uh.. is this really necessary?" Owen asks.
"No. It's just really funny. Next up, Trent!" Chris chuckles.
"Wish me luck." Trent says, smiling at Gwen. She looks away, pretending not to hear him. His smile disappears as he heads down. Chris spins the wheel and it lands on a bunch of skunks. He looks concerned.
(Confessional: Trent)
"As if Gwen needed another reason to be mad at me. I can't even figure out why she's peeved now! Ugh, whatever." He flexes his fingers against his pants nine times.
(Confessional end)
An obstacle course of skunks and rocks awaits him. "The goal of this challenge is to jump from rock to rock, avoiding being sprayed by the skunks below." Chris explains. Trent swallows, looking back at the ground. Owen smiles and gives him a thumbs up. Gwen ignores him. "And.. go!"
"This is gonna be good." Duncan says as Trent jumps onto the first rock.
"Alright.. Four more to go.." He hops toward the next and immediately slips, nearly losing his balance. The skunks below reflexively shoot at him, caking him in their disgusting scent. He falls down to the floor. Gwen can't help but giggle behind her hand.
"Ooh, now that's disgusting!" LeShawna exclaims. Trent makes his way toward Gwen with his shoulders slumped and a frown on his face. He sits down next to her and places himself into the stock.
"Hahaha! Awesome!" Chris chuckles.
"You smell like school bathroom." Gwen comments, holding her nostrils.
"Yeah, ha, sure do.." Trent bitterly mutters. Gwen ruffles his hair.
"Don't worry. I still think you're cute." She says with a smile.
He tries to force a smile, but his feelings have been hurt. He just lowers his head.
"Gwen, come on down." Chris says.
A montage begins. Gwen's challenge is to listen to new age music for ten seconds. She fails within five, shivering in disgust before being put into a stock next to her boyfriend.
LeShawna's challenge is to sniff and then eat some of the smelliest cheeses in the world. She succeeds with ease, though she does gag on one, which counts as a complaint.
Izzy's challenge is to be ducked under water for ten seconds. She laughs up bubbles the entire time, but does gag near the end. Otherwise she passes the dare just fine.
Heather's challenge is to have her eyebrows waxed. "Nuh-uh. Not doing it."
"You sure? You lose immunity if you do this." Chris warns.
"I have full faith that I'm not the one on the hot seat this week." She winks at Eva, her face emotionless, yet harboring fury beyond Heather's knowledge.
"Whatever, man." Chris shrugs. Heather is eliminated. "Next up is Lindsay!" Chris spins the wheel and it lands on a marshmallow. "Marshmallow waxing! We're gonna wax your face with a marshmallow heated wax. If you can take the pain for a full ten seconds, you can go to the next level."
Chef pours a bag of marshmallows into a boiling pot on a table next to a contraption. Lindsay steps into the contraption, where her arms and legs are locked inside by Chris. "Oh, I soooo need this! I've been dealing with nasty razor stubble for weeks. Try not to wax off my tan, 'kay?"
She turns to Chef, who rolls his eyes before dumping the entire boiled mesh of marshmallows onto her face, sizzling it as she screams and flails. The cast is horrified, though Heather laughs.
"Uh, okay, Chef, take it off before she goes from hot face to Two-face." Chris orders, prompting Chef to remove the sticky mesh from her face. She looks even foxier than usual, instead of like a burnt corpse, thankfully.
"Ow!" She yelps.
"Ouch! Don't know if I could'a handled that one.." Trent mutters.
"That's because guys are total wimps when it comes to two things: Beauty and pain." Gwen replies smarmily.
"Fair enough."
Lindsay rubs her face, now totally hairless. "Oh my gosh.. I can't believe how smooth that is! Thanks, Chip."
He looks at her funny. "It's.. Chris." Lindsay walks back to her seat. "Well done, Lindsay! Because you didn't even complain once, you get to choose who goes next."
"No thanks!" Eva pulls her long, blonde hair and whispers into her ear. Lindsay, obviously scared for her life, goes along. "O-oh, wait.. I changed my mind. I choose…" Eva whispers more incomprehensible orders into her ear. "Bridgette. With lake leeches. Because she's a dirty, backstabbing traitor."
"Now growl." Eva whispers.
Lindsay makes a face and growls adorably. Bridgette sighs, climbing out of her seat.
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"Look, we all wanted to jump in and help out Bridgette, but what were we gonna do? Get eliminated for her? I know Heather wants me gone, and Eva must know I'm a threat too. Sorry, but I ain't giving them the satisfaction."
(Confessional: Geoff)
"Now was my chance to show Bridge just how much she means to me. I think I did a pretty good job!"
(Confessional end)
"It's payback time.. Traitor!" Eva howls, pointing a threatening finger at Bridgette. She winces, walking towards the center stage. Chef plops down a barrel full of purple, slimy leeches, tapping it affectionately.
"WAIT!" Everyone looks at Geoff, who frantically jumps out of his seat. "I'll take her place!"
"Awwww.. That is so romantic!" Lindsay cooes. Bridgette smiles at him, returning to her seat.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"Anything for you, babe. You're my girl." Geoff assures.
"Oh, and if your victim can last ten seconds without saying uncle, you get eliminated instead. Which means, you lose your chance to win this..!"
The trailer reward sparkles in the distance as Chris gestures towards it.
Geoff continues towards the barrels. "Alright.. Not so bad. I've done worse on a dare! Yeah!" He steps inside the barrel, water immediately filling his shorts. Then the leeches begin crawling up his legs and stomach. Then.. his groin. "AHHHH! AHH!"
He leaps out of the barrel, grabbing at every leech he can grab at, pulling them off as hard as he can. DJ and Bridgette jump down to help him do so. "Ooh, close shave, Geoff! 00:09.9999999999999999999… whatever. It's not ten. You're out!"
(Confessional: Duncan)
"I'm thinking, if party boy can't handle his challenge, who on earth could?"
(Confessional end)
"Eva, take a spin." Chris gestures toward the wheel. She jumps out of her seat, marches toward the wheel and spins it. It lands on the turtle from Duncan's challenge. Chef sets up the ring again, and Eva gets into position. Each turtle Chef shoots at Eva, she kicks, punches or otherwise dodges out of the way, earning her a win. "Ooh, effortless animal cruelty. Great work."
"I call it self defense. Too bad Mr. Dropped the Soap couldn't handle it when he was put up to bat." She taunts, heading back to her seat.
"Tch, whatever. It's all BS anyways." Duncan sneers, hiding his shame with a roll of his eyes.
DJ, now looking a whole lot better, watches as Chris spins the wheel again. It lands on a lemon. Chef stands over DJ and squirts out a lemon over his face, but DJ jumps out of the way before the citrus juice can hit him.
"NO WAY!" He guards himself with his arms. Chef looks at him with pity.
"Suit yourself. DJ is out." Chris says.
"Not the eyes, man! I got 20/20 vision." DJ stammers, jumping up before walking back towards his chair. Bridgette is next, and the wheel lands on a piece of taffy. She's tasked with swimming around in it for ten seconds, which she does whilst gagging and wrinkling her nose. But she does it, staying alive in the game.
Duncan spins the wheel himself. He glares back at Eva, smirking cockily. She folds her arms in judgment, knowing he won't pass this one. The wheel lands on two fists.
"I got this one. Let's do it." He demands.
One minute later, Chef and Duncan are playing rock paper scissors, with the latter petrified. Chef wins, and throws his cleet-clad boot toward his sack. Duncan jumps, protecting his family jewels with his hands. The buzzer goes off. "Are you insane?!" Duncan yells, looking back at Chris. Eva snickers.
"Out!" Chef orders, pointing at Duncan's seat. Duncan sighs and walks back to his seat. LeShawna's challenge is to have her nose hairs plucked by Chef, which she manages to pass with a yelp. Izzy spins the wheel next.
(Confessional: Izzy)
"Being isolated on the island for so long made me go absolutely bonkers! I mean, like, I used to be pescatarian, and now I'll just eat whatever, ya know? Oh, and I have this itch to get hurt, like baaad!~ I'm a real LIVE wire!"
(Confessional end)
The wheel lands on an eel. Chef straps Izzy into the same mechanism as Lindsay was in when she did her challenge before slapping on some rubber gloves. He takes a bucket from behind him and pulls out two eels. "Do me in, Cheffy!" Izzy demands. He zaps her for about five seconds, the required amount of time to pass. She laughs the whole way through.
(Confessional: Owen)
"Izzy seems.. Crazier than usual. It's kinda unsettling. And kind of attractive."
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"Out of everyone left in the challenge, Izzy and Eva were gonna be my greatest competition. Oh yeah, Bridgette's resilient, and Lindsay can be ignorant as hell, but those two are in a league of their own with their pain tolerance. Thankfully, though…"
(Confessional end)
"Do it again!" Izzy yells with a giggle.
"Izzy, because you didn't complain once, you can pick someone else to endure another torture."
"Ooh, pick me! With the poison ivy spa treatment!"
Chris looks at Chef uncomfortably. Chef shrugs. A few minutes later, Izzy is wrapped up in poison ivy leaves, cucumbers stuck to her eyes. "You do realize that you just eliminated yourself regardless, right?"
"Mm.. eliminated myself from what?" Izzy questions, completely relaxed. The wrapping falls off her face, exposing a bloated, plump, red mess.
"Er.. okay, time to move on. Lindsay?"
Chef carts Izzy away, removing her poison ivy before lifting her up and tossing her into her seat, where she's locked into her stock. Lindsay spins the wheel, and the arrow lands on a pair of scissors.
"Lindsay, to stay in the game, you must cut your hair until Chef decides you look good." Chris leans in and whispers, "He used to be a barber in the marines. Hehe!"
Lindsay shakes, petrified. The girls all gasp from behind her. Chef chuckles, lifting up an electric razor that buzzes menacingly. She holds her skull and shakes her head. The buzzer goes off and she runs back to her new stock.
Chris walks in front of the remaining contestants, all of which are now standing up instead of sitting down. "Bridgette, Eva, LeShawna. The final three! Eva, you're up."
Eva pushes past both girls, spinning the wheel and landing on the rock paper scissors challenge Duncan failed. She grins at Chef. He looks scared.
"Roshambo!" Chef throws rock. Eva throws paper. Her foot throws into his groin, and he's sent to the floor, clutching it.
"Eva, because you didn't complain-"
"Bridgette's next anyway. I'd be stupid to take that risk without someone to take the fall for me." Eva replies.
"Good call. Bridgette, your turn."
Bridgette watches as the wheel spins. It lands on a beehive. The next thing she knows, she's surrounded by bees floating around her arms, chest and torso.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"If I'm being honest, this challenge kinda sucked. As a torture, I mean. I love bumblebees. Yellow Jackets are the assholes of the insect family."
(Confessional end)
She lasts ten seconds. Geoff cheers for her in the background. "Alrrriiight! Go, Bridge!"
She smiles at him. Chris swoops in just as Chef collects the bees with a net. "Now, Bridgette. You can get some payback, if you so desire. But, I'll let you make the choice. Who gets the next torture?"
"Eva. Eva. Eva. Eva." The eliminated contestants, and LeShawna, chant like a cult. Bridgette slowly nods, her eyes closed in fear.
"Here's a toe tag, surfer girl. You'll be needing it for later." Eva replies, walking forward brazenly. She spins the wheel. It lands on a footprint.
Chef pushes out a massive box. Within it, something is fighting to get out. "Inside of this box is the one and only Sasquatchanakwa."
"Yeah, right. Sasquatches aren't real." Heather snarks.
"Really? You wanna get to know him yourself, Heather?" Chris asks, arms behind his back. The box jumps and a loud roar emerges from it.
"No thanks. All yours, Eva." She smiles artificially.
"You have to spend ten seconds with him.. And live. Do that, and you'll be in the running for immunity. Don't, and we probably gotta clean your viscera off of his fur coat."
"No need." Eva marches on, opening the hatch door to the box. It swings closed behind her before anyone can actually see a sasquatch of any kind. For the next ten seconds, the squeals, yelps, roars and calls of a beast fill the air. Chris can't help but smile with giddy, while the others watch on in unsure horror.
Eventually, there's a creak. Eva walks out, wearing the beast's pelt. Bridgette's jaw drops. "Now you're trying to kill me, huh? Don't worry. You're already dead."
"I-I wasn't, I mean, I wouldn't want you to die!"
"Stop. You're the worst kind of traitor. One that doesn't stop lying until everyone believes she's a saint. Well guess what, surfer girl? I know you." Chef grabs Bridgette's arm and drags her back to her seat next to Geoff, locking her into her stock. Geoff gives her a look of sympathy, but Bridgette's just stunned.
Eva stands next to LeShawna, hands on her hips. LeShawna looks fierce, but uneasy. Chris stands in front of them. "No need to spin the wheel this time. I have a tiebreaker challenge for you, LeShawna. We rented this baby out, so we're gonna use her."
LeShawna stands on one end of a log, with an eight foot bear wearing a tu-tu on the other end. "Meet Bjorn the bear! A Russian olympic gold medalist who now spends her days as a rolling log champion entertaining guests at the Russian Zoo of Excellence."
"Oh yeah, it's over." Eva comments. LeShawna glares at her, then at the cocky bear checking her nails.
(Confessional: Eva)
"Back when I lived in Russia, I used to go see Bjorn. She's a beaut."
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"I've survived worse than that bear.. I can do this!"
(Confessional end)
"To win, you have to knock her off the log. If you get knocked off, Eva wins immunity and the reward. On your marks… get set… Go!"
Chris blasts an airhorn, prompting both competitors to start running. Bjorn doesn't miss a beat, but it takes LeShawna a few seconds to catch her bearings. When she finally catches up to Bjorn's pace, the roar of her eliminated companions egging her on to win fires her up. She sprints, runs, slows down, all to catch up to Bjorn. But she gets so caught up in her run that she completely misses the bear stopping completely, and runs right into the water below.
"And just like that, Eva wins!" Chris announces.
LeShawna climbs back onto the dock. "No! I-I messed up.. I lost. I lost that fine ass trailer..!" She falls to her knees in despair. Bjorn does a cute little dance of victory.
"YES!" Eva jumps, rocking her fists in the air.
"The rest of you.. You're gonna have to vote someone else out." Chris presses a button that releases the campers from their imprisonment. He then tosses the keys to the trailer to Eva, who accepts them with ease.
Later that night, Chef howls at the moon in the distance, still wearing his hockey mask. At the bonfire ceremony, Chris stands for the first time without a tray of marshmallows in his hand. "Okay, so, we ran out of marshmallows."
"NOOOOOOO!" Owen cries.
"I've reviewed the confessionals, and I have to say.. There's a lot of hate going on in this group, which is awesome! While I normally protect your privacy, in the spirit of airing your dirty laundry, I've decided to go live with your confessionals!"
Everyone either goes pale, starts smirking or shrugs. A TV monitor comes down from a tree branch and cuts from static.
(Confessional: Heather)
"At first I was going to vote for LeShawna, but I've gotta admit, Eva made some great points about Bridgette. She's good at challenges, allied with Gwen and LeShawna, and she's a serious pain in my side. Should have made an alliance with me so I could protect ya, Bridge."
(Confessional: Duncan)
"I vote for Heather. She helped Harold get Courtney booted off the island. I ain't forgetting that anytime soon, toots! If you're watching this back home.. I miss you, babe."
(Confessional: Gwen)
"While I would love to vote Eva off permanently, with her being immune I've decided to vote Heather instead. Hey, it's a win-win for me. I don't like either of them."
(Confessional: Trent)
"I dunno.. Gwen and LeShawna wanted me to vote off Heather, but… I think Duncan should go. He's a total asshole."
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"God, I wish I could vote Eva.. I guess I'll vote Heather, though, considering she's immune. Gosh, I'm so glad you don't show these."
(Confessional: Lindsay)
"Heather and Ava told me to vote Bridgette, so I guess I will! Yeah, Ava scares me, but if Heather thinks she's right, who am I to judge?"
(Confessional: Izzy)
"Bridgette! Eva's totally in the right, I mean, just look at the last guy who betrayed me! I killed him! Hahahaha! Just a joke, swearsies."
(Confessional: DJ)
"Eva tried to make me vote Bridgette. No way am I gonna fold to that. So, I vote Izzy. She freaks me out."
(Confessional: Geoff)
"I vote Heather, 'cause she's totally mean. Plus Bridge might be in danger of going home. No way am I gonna let that happen."
(Confessional: Owen)
"Mm.. Ya know, Noah always told me never to trust Heather. But if Heather's taking orders from Eva, is it really trusting her? Besides, she gave me cake! Oh, uh.. Yeah. Bridgette. Sorry, Geoff."
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"I don't get how I lost! I mean, it was an olympic bear, but it's still just a dumb animal! Ugh. Whatever. I vote Heather, 'cause I can't vote Eva. And because she's a two faced, backstabbing, lying little **********"
(Confessional: Eva)
"I won Total Drama Island tonight. So I get my way. See ya, Bridgette."
(Confessional end)
Bridgette looks around, with Eva triumphantly grinning. "Like I said.. See ya, Bridge."
"Aw, no! How could you guys let Eva manipulate you like that?!" Geoff shrieks, standing up in outrage.
"That is messed up." LeShawna says.
"It was pure strategy. Bridgette understands. Right, Bridge?" Heather says fakely.
Bridgette sighs. "I guess I got a little too comfortable talking about Eva behind her back. It's bad karma. Sorry, Eva." She stands up and bows to the muscled up freak.
"You're… you're what?" Eva's smile falls.
Chris walks up to Bridge and puts a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "She's eliminated. Come on, Bridge, let's reunite you with Courtney."
Bridgette smiles. "Hey, yeah. That's a good point. I may not be going home rich.. But I can make things right with Courtney. Thanks, Eva!" She starts walking away, giving Eva a big smile and wave.
"What?! No, don't thank me! You're- you're trying to piss me off! You must be." Eva jumps up, her hands turning into fists.
"I'm serious. You're a good teammate." She yells back genuinely.
"Uuugh…! Whatever! You're just coping." She sits down, arms folded and one leg over the other frustratedly. Geoff runs towards Bridgette.
"Bridge, wait! Are we like.. Still cool?" She stops and turns around, walking into his arms.
"There's no service on this island between the real world, Geoff, so I'll make it known now. I'm your girl, and I will be your girl whether you get eliminated or win the whole thing." She looks up into his eyes, tracing his abs with a single finger.
He smiles adoringly, his voice breaking. "Oh, babe."
The two lock lips, making out furiously, whispering sweet nothings between tongue kisses. Lindsay, DJ, Owen and Izzy 'awe' while the others look disgusted or weirded out. Chef separates them and drags Bridgette toward the Dock of Shame, down to the Boat of Losers. She waves him goodbye, and he waves her back.
"I miss you already!" Geoff calls out at the edge of the dock.
"Me too! Win for us!" Bridgette calls back, the boat speeding away.
"I will..! I will." He sniffles, falling to his knees as he cries into his hands. DJ walks up to him and puts a hand on his shoulder.
The other campers look at each other, all with distrust in their eyes.
"On that note.. I guess I'll see you losers tomorrow." Duncan insults, standing up slowly.
Trent and Gwen stand up, too. With Trent glaring at Duncan. "Yeah. Goodnight."
"Sleep tight." Heather bitterly speaks.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite." Eva growls.
"Okay, I won't! Thanks, guys!" Owen chirps. The screen fades to black as they all go their seperate ways.
Mid credits:
Bridgette sighs, looking towards the big resort she'd be staying at. Chef takes off his hockey mask at last and helps her up off the boat. "So, an interview?" Bridgette asks.
"It'll be over before you know it. Then you can go and see-"
"Bridgette!" Courtney yells from afar.
"Courtney!" Courtney runs toward her blonde friend, with Bridgette jumping into her arms and spinning her around like a windmill. "Oh my god, I missed you so much!"
"We have so much catching up to do! I know you tried to reach me, that stupid island has really bad service." Courtney explains.
"Who cares? I'm with you now." Bridgette squeezes tighter.
"Awwwww…" Sadie and Katie parrot, sitting by the tiki bar in their bikinis.
"Oh, hey you guys! Is everyone here?" Bridgetet asks.
"Yeah, everybody who's been voted off." Courtney answers.
"So sweet to have you back, Bridge!" Sadie yelps.
"So sweet!" Katie adds.
"Thanks, girls." She turns to Chef. "So, let's get this interview finished already."
Chef sits down on a bench, taking out his notepad. "Right, right. Tell me your full name."
Courtney gets out of the hug and begins walking toward the hotel. "I'll leave you to it. See me in my room, it's labeled in the lobby."
"Will do." Bridgette nods, sitting across from Chef. "Full name? It's Bridgette Fairlie."
"Likes and dislikes?"
"That's a pretty broad question."
"Just answer!"
"Okay.. I like nature, animals, sea life, surfing, swimming, Geoff, DJ, Courtney, and my friends back home who made all this possible. Oh, and my parents, they're freaking saints! Hi mom and dad!" She waves at a camera nearby. "As for dislikes.. I dunno. Eating meat, I guess. That was pretty gross. I also don't really like right wingers, but the less spoken about politics tonight, the better."
"True that. Favorite food?"
"Mm, that vegan sloppy joe we made in the woods? I would kill to eat that again." Bridgette replies.
Chef jots it down. "What's your home life like?"
"Exhilarating. My mom and dad are the best, and my friends are my lifeblood. I spend most of my time on the beach, partying, saving beached animals and working to help the little ones prepare for their own beach trips."
"Dream job?"
"Hm… I don't know. Maybe a veterinarian? Oh but I couldn't possibly put down animals. I'm the worst at that stuff. Maybe a marine biologist, or just a sealife trainer."
"Okay. Final question: What would you have done with the money?"
"I believe I said this in my audition tape, but if I haven't, I wanted to send most of the money to different charities focusing on helping people and animals who need it most. With the last of it, maybe I'd buy a boat or a new surfboard, then save the last of it for school."
"Honorable. Useless, but honorable." Chef responds with a nod.
"Not useless at all! Tch, thanks for the interview, Chef."
"Your pleasure alone." He stands up and walks towards the boat. Bridgette looks up at the hotel and smiles, approaching the double doors with excitement in her eyes.
Credits resume.