We hear our host speak up.
"Last time on Total Drama: The Seven Seas!" Chris begun, as clips from the previous episode started to play.
"Teams fought to finish building a me sculpture first, but not without some obstacles! Harold, to put it lightly, was useless! And Duncan had to do most of the work for his team. It was revealed Heather is ridding of any distractions, which includes of people named Alejandro. Izzy tried getting Owen's attention, but with no avail. Speaking of Owen, he choked on a piece and took a deep dive into the pool, splashing everybody! Ultimately, it was Katie and Sadie who costed their team the challenge, with the latter getting the boot!"
It cut to Chris standing on the front deck. "Will the blanking finally end? Will Katie fare without Sadie? And will Izzy no longer reek of cheese? Find out this episode on TOTAL... DRAMA... THE SEVEN SEAS!!!"
(Cue theme song)
In one of the winner's rooms, Leshawna and Harold were both together. The latter was seemingly sobbing.
"I disappointed you, Leshawna! I'm sorry! Can you ever forgive me?" He asked, with pleading eyes.
"Baby, I have no reason to be mad. Chris made you do it, also, WE WON!" Leshawna responded.
"I could've done better." The redhead insisted.
"You did the best you could."
"That wasn't good enough."
Leshawna sighed, this happened pretty often. "Harold, that was yesterday. This is today, you can show off your skills in our next challenge to make up for that." She suggested.
Harold perked up. "Of course! With my mad skills, everyone will forget about my embarrassing play!"
"Yep, so now stop beating yourself over it."
"I love you, Leshawna."
"What?"
Leshawna blankly stared at him. That came out of nowhere, but this was Harold, so it really wasn't out of the blue.
"I love you." The geek repeated.
"Harold..." Leshawna begun.
"I do! I really do!"
"I told you already, we're better off as friends."
"But why? You were quick to swoon over Ale-jerk-o! Do you want me to become Spanish and muscular? Well, only Spanish, I'm already really buff." Harold asked, flexing his muscles, or lack thereof.
Leshawna playfully rolled her eyes, Harold could be unintentionally funny sometimes.
She cleared her throat. "Harold, you need none of those. I already like you-"
"So then why not?"
"I simply believe neither of us are ready yet. You've seen the other couples, it will almost definitely end in disaster." Leshawna explained, getting up to leave the room.
"I'd make sure it wouldn't."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." She said, getting out and shutting the door.
Noah and Owen were hanging out in one of the less pleasurable, loser rooms.
"How are you not bothered by the stench?" Owen asked his best friend, who was busy reading a book.
"I've dealt with your fumes so much, I've pretty much grown immune to them. So, thanks, I guess?" It sounded ridiculous to him, but hey, he didn't really expect anything serious from Owen.
"Aww, you're welcome!" The blonde said, flattered, about to hug him.
"Do not."
Owen backed off.
The know-it-all couldn't help but raise his eyebrow however, he was still curious as to why Owen was intentionally keeping away from Izzy? Well, any sane person would, but this was Owen. He's not the type to do something like that.
Owen stared at him. He didn't say a word.
"Actually, nevermind. I can see you don't want to talk about it." Noah spoke up, when he saw Owen wasn't saying anything.
"No, no, I've got to say something!" Owen said, a bit too loud. Noah was his best friend, and it'd probably make him feel better talking to someone.
Noah put his book down. "Well? Go on."
The blonde sighed. "It's just, ever since our breakup in World Tour, we haven't really talked to each other. I can see that she's trying to talk to me, but I'm not sure if I want to talk to her, you know?"
"Why not?"
Owen rubbed his arm. "I... Well-"
Chris' voice boomed through the numerous intercoms around the ship. "EVERYONE MEET ME ON THE MAIN DECK IN FIVE!"
Owen nervously laughed. "Oh, look! Challenge time!"
Noah furrowed his eyebrows at him but chose not to bother him too much about it. It wasn't really his business anyway.
It cut to everyone on an island.
"Welcome to Isolated Island, where you will complete your challenge!" Chris announced.
"Gee, what a well thought out name. You name your wig 'Hair On Head' too?" Noah quipped.
Chris gave him the most calm sadistic look ever. "It. Is. Not. A. Wig. WHO SPREAD THAT MISINFORMATION?!" The host bellowed.
"Actually, Chris." Harold began correcting. "The correct word here would be disinforma-"
"SHUT IT! JUST, SHUT IT AND GO ON WITH YOUR CHALLENGE!"
Gwen put her hands on her hips. "You didn't tell us the challenge."
Geoff nudged DJ. "Man, Chris here loses his cool a lot faster than that Don dude!"
Chris glared daggers at the party guy. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
Confessional (Chef):
"Chris is not having it right now. The spin-off, the Ridiculous whatchamacallit has been gaining great ratings, while the main series has been losing them. Heck, there are people who want the guy who shall not be named, to replace him!"
End of confessional
"Dude, I said I was sorry!" Geoff said, putting his arms up in the air.
"Well sorry's not enough, IS IT?!"
Heather rolled her eyes. "Just tell us the stupid challenge already!"
Chris groaned like a child. "Each team will have two hours to build a sand fort... You also want to be collecting coconuts, so I don't know, split up, or something? I don't care..."
Owen looked at him with concern. "Poor Chris. What do you think's been don-"
"DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" Chris snapped, making Owen jump back.
The egomaniac held his head down low. "You want your fort to be stable, I guess... And make it as big as you can. Or not. I don't care. Whatever... Challenge begins now."
The two teams immediately sprung to action.
"Why do you have to be so difficult?"
"I'm being difficult? YOU'RE being difficult!"
Heather and Courtney were bickering.
"I doubt you'll be useful here, so just go get coconuts!" Courtney yelled.
"Uh, I think you're coo-coo nuts! No way am I letting you boss me around." Replied Heather, crossing her arms.
"I am a CIT! I have experience in leadership! Especially in this game!"
"Need I remind you of the first time you took role of leader? Your whole team literally voted you off. You only got lucky because of your stupid rules."
"Oh please, as if you're any more liked."
Duncan chimed in. "Come on, just go get them. We have Alejandro, and that guy's like, good at everything.
Heather eyed the punk and scoffed. "Fine. But not because you told me to, we're on a time limit here."
Duncan smirked at Courtney as Heather left. Maybe defending her honour was a good step. Courtney wasn't saying anything, but her looks were roaring though.
"You want me to collect coconuts too and get out of your face?"
Courtney nodded.
Duncan sighed and obliged.
Izzy was telling the Oceans she could make a mean fort.
"Yeah! Yeah! I've experience with these sort of things! But apparently hoarding Uranium in there is 'illegal' so I had to run away! Wow I miss that fort, we should reclaim it sometime!"
Noah blinked. "Yeah. No."
"Whatever. If you can build, build. You guys go retrieve coconuts." Eva ordered.
"Sir, yes sir!" Owen saluted.
Eva grit her teeth.
"I-I mean, man! I MEAN MA'AM!"
Eva grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at Owen's face. "And don't slack off!"
Owen yelped and ran off, not without bumping into a tree first.
Confessional (Gwen):
"Not. Cool."
End of confessional
"Finding coconuts. Just like finding the remaining pieces of my shattered heart!" Sierra sobbed. "Do you know what it's like losing someone you really care about?"
Katie was walking alongside her, but she hadn't really talked due to Sierra's rambling.
"Um, yeah, last elimination. You were there."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was too sad to care." Sierra admitted.
Katie wasn't sure wether to be offended or not. "Okayyy..."
"How are you not so upset about losing Sadie?" Sierra asked curiously.
"I am." She confirmed. "But I can't let it affect me too much. I mean, Sadie had to deal with me leaving last season we competed, and she was really strong! She even managed to overcome her biggest fear, and I really admire that."
Sierra was a bit puzzled. "So what are you trying to say?"
"You can't let this break you. I'm sure Cody would want to see you make it far, like Sadie wants me too. You think he wants to see you cry for your entire run?"
"B-But-"
"Make him proud! Trust me." She said, already having her coconuts. And with that, Katie left, leaving Sierra there, thinking.
Gwen was about to head back. "Just enough coconuts I can carry. Whew..."
She bumped into Duncan and dropped them all.
"Ugh... just what I needed."
"Sorry." Duncan apologised quickly, helping her pick them up.
Gwen looked at him suspiciously. "What are you doing here? We're on different teams."
"Looking for coconuts." The punk responded innocently.
Gwen wasn't convinced.
"Okay, I want to talk."
"I'm not sure now's the time."
"It'll be quick."
Gwen crossed her arms. "What do you want, Duncan?"
"To say I'm sorry." He said, holding the coconuts.
Gwen sighed. "Duncan..."
"I am! I swear!"
"You had feelings for her still, didn't you?"
"Huh?"
Gwen slapped her forehead. "I really don't want to talk about this, Duncan."
"I get that, I just wanted to make up for my behaviour." The delinquent admitted.
Duncan handed her the coconuts and turned to walk back to his fort.
"Look." She began, stopping him. "I was at fault too, and I'd rather the whole love triangle thing never be mentioned again."
Duncan chuckled a little. "Yeah... So are we cool?"
"Sure, we are. It's Courtney who'll be challenging anyways."
"Believe me, I know."
They fist bumped each other and went to their respective forts.
The Oceans were staring in amazement at their sand fort. It was HUGE, and Izzy seemed to have built it all by herself.
"Done!" The crazy ginger yelled.
"Alright, sweet work!" Tyler congratulated.
"I give credit where it's due. Good job." Noah said, giving her a thumbs up.
The rest were complimenting and admiring her work but Izzy only cared about one person's opinion.
"So Big-O, do you like it?! I call it Bigger-O!"
However, Owen was busy with a special something he found. "Mr Coconut! AT LAST, I'VE FOUND YOU!"
Izzy tried getting Owen's attention. "Owen! OWEN! Look, Big-O! Bigger-O!"
The blonde was busy smooching his coconut companion, which made Izzy puff her cheeks and feel, jealous?
The Seas' sand fort wasn't bad, but it wasn't nearly as big enough as the Oceans'.
"Mm, mm! You sure can build, Harold baby!" Leshawna patted his shoulder.
"Um, I helped too?!" Courtney pointed out.
"All you did was boss me around and berate me whenever I added my own touches!" Harold rebutted.
"Yeah, helping!" The CIT backfired.
DJ threw the last of the coconuts collected into the pile. "Come on, guys. We're done at least."
"Yeah, dudes! We even have these coco-fruits!" Geoff said, beside him.
"Shh, you're interrupting my 'Looking pretty while doing nothing' time." Said a shirtless Justin, pouring water on himself.
Confessional (Harold):
Harold was crossing his arms and scoffed.
"Justin thinks he's so attractive, but has he been to the Harry Heaney's Hardly Horrible Highway to Hotness camp? No, I don't think so. So who's really the ladies man here?"
End of confessional
Chris clapped his hands, gaining the campers' attentions.
"You built the forts and got coconuts. Not sure why, there's always gonna be that one guy who HAS to be better than you!"
"Just explain what we have to do already, Chris!" Heather hurried him up.
"Fiiiine! Your coconuts are your ammo. You throw them at the opposing fort. Team that has their fort still standing wins... Oh, and once you're out of ammo, you're out of ammo... Be wise. Not that it'll matter, cause some things are just inevitable... Just get into positions..."
The teams huddled up and discussed positioning.
"Are you sure we can't let Owen throw most of them? We've seen him in dodgeball." Gwen brought up.
"I think he's a bit busy at the moment." Noah said, pointing to the former winner.
"Mwah, mwah. We were destined to find each other again!"
"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Tyler volunteered, wanting to do a lot of the throwing.
"Sierra seems like she'd be competent, especially now that she's not crying." Gwen suggested, completely ignoring Tyler.
"Until she names a coconut after Cody because they 'lookalike' or something." Noah argued.
"I'm sure she's become less... unhinged."
"I have my doubts."
"I'm right here." Sierra frowned.
Chris used his airhorn. "That used to be fun... now it's a pathetic coping mechanism used to drown away the sounds of a stupid spin-off doing so well..."
"Is that depression for start?" Noah raised his eyebrow.
"Yeah, whatever..."
The Seas were quick to start throwing, and coconuts were incoming.
"What are you waiting for?! THROW BACK!" Eva bellowed
"I'm not a thrower, goddess of unibrows." Noah spat back.
Confessional (Noah):
"Yeah, in retrospect, stupid move."
End of confessional
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!"
Noah was flung, heading towards the Seas' fort.
"INCOMING!" Harold warned.
Justin was still standing shirtless, posing. "Sorry, don't heed warnings. Paranoia causes wrinkles."
The model was hit by Noah, and the impact made the others wince.
Confessional (Justin):
"What is his problem?! I'd understand if he thought beauty was contagious, but it isn't. Especially not MY beauty!"
He pointed to himself. "This. This took skill. And no one can top that."
End of confessional
Alejandro was aiming and hitting parts of the Oceans' fort that would guarantee it fell soon.
Katie was dumping sand on their fort, hoping it'd help keep it up. "How are you holding up?" She asked Sierra.
"Good. But not good enough! We have to think of something!"
Tyler grabbed a bunch of their ammo. "No need to think! It's Tyler Time!"
Confessional (Sierra):
"Season 1, episode 4. Dodgebrawl! Tyler was... not the best in the game. But you know what? I'll give him the benefit of the doubt."
End of confessional
The Oceans were dodging and ducking as a spinning Tyler launched coconuts everywhere but the Seas' fort.
"Tyler! You're destroying our fort!" Gwen tried to stop him, only to almost get hit by a coconut.
"Just what we need..." Groaned Noah, limping.
"I'm liking our chances." Heather commented, looking at how close the opposing fort was to falling.
"That does not mean you should slack." Leshawna grumbled, throwing coconuts.
"Ugh, seriously, what is your problem?!"
"Um, you?"
Geoff was scratching his head. "Dude, I thought they became friends."
Duncan snickered. "Heh, what a friendship that is."
Eva and Noah were watching the disaster that was their team.
"Great. Elimination time." The former grunted.
Noah snapped his fingers, thinking of something. "Or maybe not. Izzy! Wherever you are?"
Izzy's head popped out from the sand. "Hiya Noah!"
"Do I dare ask?"
"Sorry. Just wanted to rid of some... sightings." She explained, referring to Owen and Mr Coconut.
"Uh, okay. Say, how good of an imaginer are you?"
Izzy fully freed herself. "Ooh, very good! If it was a sport, I'd get like, gold medals! Once I imagined my neighbour's dog was a deer, and I was a hunter! Apparently some people are anti-imagination, and I ran away before they could rebel or something, haha! Fun times!"
Noah was wide eyed, but cleared his throat. "Well, now imagine the other team is the RCMP, and the only way to defeat them is to destroy their bunker!"
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Izzy went on a full rampage, grabbing as much coconuts as possible, swinging her arms like propellers, and shooting the coconuts at full speed. Everyone else didn't have time to react.
"NOOOOO! MY CREATION!" Harold cried, as it was starting to crumble.
Izzy was having the time of her life. "HAHAHA! TAKE THIS! BIG-O ISN'T THIS SOOOO COOL?!"
"Hm...?"
Unsurprisingly, Owen was still not paying attention. He was still with the coconut. The stupid coconut. Damn it.
"OWEN! OWENNNNNN!"
"Uh, Izzy, just keep-" Katie was saying, before being cut off.
"WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU TO NOTICE ME?!" The ginger shouted, switching her aim to Owen, hitting him with the coconuts.
Owen turned his head. "Huh- AAH! OW! OUCH THAT SMARTS! GAH! AAAAHHHHH!!!!"
Confessional (Izzy):
Izzy was giving her iconic smile. Nothing seemed off.
"I'm... okay."
Of course it was forced.
End of confessional
Since most of the coconuts hit Owen's stomach, his fat bounced them back and unfortunately for them, into their fort. It was just enough to fully knock it down.
The Superior Seas have won. Again.
Owen was groaning in pain, Izzy was breathing heavily, Tyler was dizzy, Eva was enraged, Katie was confused, Sierra was disappointed, Gwen was shocked, and Noah...
He knew he had to do something about this.
"Is the challenge over...?" Chris mumbled.
"Yeah dude, we won!" Geoff answered.
"There are no winners, only losers... You'll always lose something, like ratings... The Oceans get to stay in the winner's rooms..." Chris said, dropping a tear.
The Oceans celebrated.
"Seas, elimination ceremony... One of you will be disappointed, but who cares...? Every one of you will be wether you like it or not..."
"Please don't be like this the whole season." Noah pleaded.
"Each one of you casted a vote, and each one of you, bar one unlucky fellow, will receive a complimentary sandwich. Said unlucky fellow will have to walk the Plank of Shame... But we all feel shame, you know what I mean...?"
"Goodness gracious just get on with it already!" Gwen snapped, feeling as if she was gonna lose her sanity.
"Fine..." The host said, holding the tray. "Gwen, here's a sandwich for your wwwwhhhhhiiiiiinnnnyyyyy butt!" He spat, tossing her one.
The goth rolled her eyes.
Chris kept handing them out. "Eva, Katie, and Noah..."
They all ate theirs.
"Sierra, one for you..."
"Yay! Gonna keep adding these to my sandwich collection!"
Chris stared at her. "S-Sandwich collection?"
Sierra looked at him as if he were dumb. "Uh, yeah?"
"Okayyyy... Just three Oceans left, but only two sandwiches..." Chris begun.
"Tyler. Taking part in taking down your OWN fort, being a major cause on why you lost."
"Izzy. Taking part in taking down your OWN teammate, ultimately causing your fort to crumble, which is why you lost."
"Owen. Taking part in NOTHING. ... Yeah, that's all."
Owen whimpered. "B-But Mr Coconut..."
Izzy snarled at him, causing the blonde to shriek.
Chris held up the next sandwich. "Izzy, here you go."
Izzy caught it.
Owen and Tyler both gulped in unison as they eyed the final sandwich.
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"Owen!"
Owen sighed in relief as Tyler groaned.
"But he did nothing, man!"
"Yeah, but he also didn't sabotage us." Noah rolled his eyes.
"I didn't mean to!"
"Whatever, dude... Plank time..."
The jock walked over to the Plank of Shame with his head low. "Well, I guess this is it. But is it really? You say my time here is done, but wrong! It's ALWAYS TYLER TI- W-WOAHHHH-"
He slipped and fell into the water.
"His time on the show is over, and maybe on Earth too..."
The host turned to the screen. "W-Will Izzy-... No. I don't care about those jerks... WILL I BE ABLE TO OVERCOME MY CHALLENGES?! WILL THAT STUPID WANNABE, DON-CE, GET HIS SOOOO DESERVED COMEUPPANCE?! AND WILL RIDONCULOUS RACE FINALLY BE REALISED AS THE WORST THING TO EVER AIR ON TV?! FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON TOTAL... DRAMA... THE SEVEN SEAS!!!
Votes
Tyler: Owen, Izzy, Noah, Gwen, Katie
Owen: Tyler, Eva, Sierra
Eliminations
18th: Sadie
17th: Tyler