Review time!:
Yeezynight14: Thanks! I didn't like that one as much because I don't like Westerns, but it's kinda obligatory in VR. Noah is very glad that he has Shawn in the Misfit Alliance. With Rock gone, I'm finding it a bit harder to find people to throw out...
Joel Connell: Thanks! I just had to work on some other things in my universe. That chapter was very important, for it was the official beginning of Codammy, Shawnmine, and Lyler! Nemma begins soon. ;)
Great Idea Alert: Thanks! Yes, they will be complaining about the cabins. A lot. But Season Two will have much more than that. The mistletoe shenanigans will definitely be a thing (looking at you, Sierra). There will not be a Gift of the Magi plot, though, because I never liked those kinds of stories.
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
"Last time on Total Drama – YEE-HAW! [Brick admiring his outfit] In our second VR challenge, we paid homage to the good ol' Western. And by homage, I mean parody. [Amy throwing the dynamite at Tyler and Lindsay] Two rival gangs, led by rival lovers Heather and Alejandro [Split-screen of both Alejandro and Heather giving orders to their underlings] wanted control of Fort Chris. The Deputies [Emma falling over] had to stop them. The Civilians [Owen suddenly dying of heatstroke] needed to not die. And the Tribe [Shawn getting attacked by the squirrel] needed to kill everyone else to get their land back. We had some devious plans on many sides, [The failed raid on the Tribe, followed by Josee explaining to Alejandro about the water] but ultimately, Shawn got the Tribe the win thanks to another trick, this one involving my stuff. [Shawn dressed as the mayor; cut to Courtney revealing the trick] But thanks to Rock's ineptitude, [Rock telling Jacques about what Amy did] his team was thrown out first, leading to his elimination. [Rock's elimination]"
Chris stood at the Dock of Shame. "First Spud, then Rock. Looks like the VR challenge doesn't like musicians. We'll have to wait till the 15th challenge to see if Trent gets thrown out."
"Hey!" Trent shouted from somewhere offscreen.
"For now, though, I have other things in store. Seventy-four contestants remain. Who will live the dream of being famous and who will snooze and lose? Find out in today's episode of
"Total.
"Drama!"
Theme song
*Instrumental*
A camera appeared from the bushes, scaring off a squirrel. Another came from a tree, startling a blue jay. The third popped out of the ground, hitting a passing Harold in the groin. Duncan and Jacques laughed at him.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine
You guys are on my mind
The camera flew across the island, passing Chris on a beach chair getting massaged by an intern, Dawn meditating with Zoey, Brady and Beth on a rope swing together, Leonard and Tammy casting "spells" while Ella watched, Crimson and Ennui staring blankly into space, and Chet and Lorenzo fighting to the disapproval of Ellody and Mary.
You asked me what I wanted to be
And now I think it's plain to see
DJ, Miles, and Laurie were one with the animals. That is, until a mutant gopher showed up. They screamed and ran away. Pan to Scott, Lightning, and Jo, who'd disrupted the session with the gopher. They high-fived.
I wanna be famous
Heather, Josee, and Taylor battled it out on a rubber raft. The raft fell off a waterfall, taking them with it. Bridgette, Geoff, and Brody watched.
*Instrumental*
The three girls found Owen underwater. Owen farted, sending the rivals and more than a few dead fish to the surface. Above, Zeke, Mike, and Rodney were fishing in a little boat when the lake became littered with fish and three teenage girls. Zeke grabbed one of the dead fish and triumphantly held it over his head, while Rodney began checking out Taylor's rear.
I want to live close to the sun
Well, pack your bags cause I've already won.
At one of the beaches, Katie and Sadie admired Justin. Behind them, Justin's ex Lauren sighed sadly. On the other side of the beach, Izzy, wearing a spider costume, was chasing Cameron, Dakota, and Sam for no apparent reason.
Everything to prove nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Chef was cooking some disgusting green slop in the cafeteria. Kitty and Junior looked at each other, frightened of what was to come. Behind them sat Tyler, Leshawna, Ryan, both of the Jasmines (looking at each other, very confused), Lindsay, Mickey and Jay, and Shawn. Dave obsessively cleaned the tables, while B looked on.
'Cuz I wanna be famous
Sierra had Cody in a headlock out of love. Amy had Sammy in one out of hate. Cody and Sammy looked at each other and sighed.
Na na nana na na nana nana na na na na na naaaaah
Rock and Spud air-guitared. Courtney and Gwen looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Then they saw Trent jamming with them. He stopped and smiled sheepishly at the girls.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
Carrie and Devin sat together on the dock, watching Tom, Jen, and Anne Maria compare fashion tips. Then the dock gave out under them, sending them into the water. It turned out Alejandro had been responsible. He grinned evilly at the camera.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous.
Topher cockily smiled at Eva, who decked him in response. Behind them, Scarlett and Max passed through a field of lustblossoms, and suddenly began making out.
*Whistling*
At the campfire, as the other campers I didn't have time to name looked on excitedly, Noah and Emma looked each other in the eyes...and then Sugar interrupted the moment by appearing between them. Angry, Emma started chasing Sugar around the camp to the amusement of the others, while Noah stared apathetically at the camera.
Civilians
"Wow, this looks awesome," Sam said as he looked at some computer code. Next to him, Cody beamed proudly. "I'll be sure to play this once the show's over."
"Thanks, buddy."
"So, since we're both here," Sam began, "I heard our alliance got exposed by Chris the other day."
"I know, it sucks," Cody groaned. "Do you think he did it because he dislikes us for being nerds?"
"He seems to hate all kids equally, so maybe not. I dunno. Anyway, I was thinking we should start going after the people most likely to vote us off."
"Good idea. I think we should go for Heather, because she's not very popular among most of us."
Sam nodded. "I can work with that. I'll let Cameron, Mary, and Harold know."
"CAMPERS! Come to the beach, we're doing a challenge! Be sure to bring your sneakers!"
Cody and Sam looked down and saw they were already wearing them. "Guess that's one item off the list," Cody remarked.
"Wait a minute. We never got called for breakfast. Do you think Chef forgot?"
"Maybe today's challenge is an eating challenge," Cody suggested. "We'll just have to wait and see."
"I'm so hungry," Scott groaned, clutching his aching stomach.
"I know," Courtney agreed. "Iron stomach or not, I'd even go for Chef's gruel right now."
Everyone was at the beach, looking at Chris. "For the first part of our challenge, you must race a 20k around the island," Chris began. "The course will be marked off by those banners. Go off the path, and you're disqualified for the second part of the challenge."
"20 kilometers? That's 12.5 miles!" Zoey exclaimed.
"You can convert between units. So what?" Duncan asked.
"Hey, be nice," Leshawna butted in. "She just moved here this year, an' I guess she's tryin' to figure out stuff." To Zoey, she said, "Don't worry sweetie. Just stick with me 'n' Gwen and you'll be alright."
"I hope so."
Confessional – Zoey.
"I came here from a small town in Minnesota," Zoey explained. "I was the only person there with my interests; indie music, videogames, that sort of thing." She sighed. "I hope I can find someone among all these people at Wawanakwa who don't quite fit in. Someone who really knows what it's like to be lonely."
"For right now, you're all going to be one single team: The Campers. More to come in part three." Chris pulled out an airhorn. "Now that I have one of these, I'll be using this from now on." He blew it. "Begin!"
And everyone began running.
Confessional – Topher.
"Part three?" Topher asked himself. "Hm. If I know Chris (and I do), then parts one and two won't be the actual challenge. Instead, they're certainly meant to make the actual challenge that much harder."
The Athletes (and Eva) were able to get to the front of the line early, due to being more built for endurance. Everyone else struggled to run.
"This is just great," Noah panted. "Have the guy who's not an athlete in any sense of the word, just came back from a different timezone, and is still suffering jetlag, run twenty thousand meters in one go." He groaned. "I freaking hate Chris."
"You wouldn't be the only one," Emma agreed. "He doesn't care about our wellbeing at all, just the ratings this show gets from the sickos who watch this garbage."
"I know. This is the exact kind of thing my little cousins aren't allowed to watch."
They shared a laugh. Emma's face grew serious again. "Two challenges ago, he exposed the Geek's Alliance."
"Did he? Looks like I'll have to make that deal with Cody sooner than I thought."
"Noah, this is serious. If he exposed them, what's to stop him from exposing us? Let's face it, he married Blaineley, for Pete's sake!"
"I know that. I figured he'd be as biased as her." Noah thought some more. "This is really bad. Alejandro would kill to have us eliminated. I'll have to go after him first if I can, but that won't be easy. He's very popular and has tricked most of the rest into blindly following him, like Izzy and Owen."
"Ooh, they're not gonna be happy when they find out what he's really like, are they?"
"No, they aren't. But hopefully someone else will eliminate him for us before he can cause too much trouble."
Many hours later
Eventually, the last person crossed the finish line. Luckily, no one had crossed the borders of the path, so no one had been disqualified.
"Here's part two, everyone!" Chris announced. He led them into the cafeteria, which to their surprise was filled to the brim with classic Thanksgiving dinners. "Happy belated Thanksgiving, everyone!"
Now, many of the campers rightfully suspected this was a trick. But basic instinct, crying out for sustenance, overruled conscious thought.
So everyone ate up.
A lot.
"Thank goodness for tofu," Miles sighed happily, patting her full stomach.
Chris snickered. "Okay everyone, now follow me to the campfire pit so we can begin our challenge!"
"Wait, that 20k WASN'T the challenge?" Tyler asked.
"Nope!"
"The real challenge is the Awake-A-Thon!" Chris declared proudly at the pit, where everyone sat on the stumps. "You've only got the things you brought with you to keep you up. Now, the challenge is simple: stay awake for fifty hours straight. Once you fall asleep, you're out!"
"So the things you did before that..." Ryan began.
"Yep! I had you exhaust your muscles with the run. Then I had you eat a lot of turkey, because it has a lot of tryptophan, which makes you sleepy."
"That's actually a myth," Cameron piped up.
"Wait, really?"
"While tryptophan is on the metabolic pathway to serotonin, one of the sleep-inducing hormones, the real thing that makes you tired is the inordinate amount of carbohydrates you ate. To have enough energy to break them down, the body needs to have the brain, which consumes the most energy out of anything in your body, inactive. Thus, you sleep."
"Oh. Huh. Well, in my defense, TV people aren't meant to be scientists." Chris turned to everyone else. "I'm going to break you into your two teams now.
"Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Zeke, Geoff, Harold, Katie, Sadie, Tyler, Taylor, Dawn, Carrie, Sanders, MacArthur, Brick, B, Ennui, Crimson, Mary, Stephanie, Amy, Kitty, Cameron, Mickey, Jay, Dave, Shawn, Sam, Ella, Jazz, Beardo, Lightning, Mike, Topher, and Brody. You are going to be the Killer Bass! If I called your name, come to the right side, please." They did as they were told. "Everyone else, you're the Screaming Gophers! Go to the left side."
Once they were on their respective sides, Chris pressed a button on his podium. A circular wall rose from the ground, closing off the campfire from the rest of the island. There was also a wall down its center, to separate the two teams.
From a speaker mounted on either side, Chris addressed them. "Alright, let's go over some ground rules. You must be asleep for longer than ten seconds for you to be out. Repeatedly closing your eyes for nine seconds before opening them will earn automatic disqualification. Bathroom breaks are on the hour and will be accompanied by Chef.
"Anyone who can stay up longer than fifty hours will be safe. The winning team will have the most players still awake. Once you've fallen asleep, you will be taken out of the enclosure, again by Chef."
"How will you know we're asleep?" DJ asked.
"Security cameras." It was at that moment that everyone noticed that the entire top of the dome was covered in small, flat cameras, with bright overhead lights interrupting the pattern every now and again.
"Good luck!" With that, Chris pressed yet another button, and timers embedded in the dividing wall, one on each side, began the long countdown to zero from eighteen thousand seconds.
Confessional – Chris.
Chris chuckled. "Man, I love cameras. The next Aftermath's going to have SO many funny clips from this episode!"
Confessional – Scott.
"Well, this bites," Scott muttered. Since he wasn't allowed to leave, he had slunk over to the side of the wall, out of earshot, and had lowered his voice. "I'm gonna have to be careful with what I say, else I'm going out."
It was at that moment that Scott suddenly fell asleep and fell to the ground.
"Scott's out!" Chris announced. "He's the first to fall asleep. And in the middle of a confessional, no less. I wonder what he was up to," he added coyly. Heather and Courtney tried their best to not look at the loudspeakers but make it not look suspicious, while Chef came in and dragged Scott away.
A few more thuds on Courtney's side, and she turned to see that Brody, Geoff, and Tyler had fallen asleep too. "And so are Brody, Geoff, and Tyler!"
"Seriously?" Courtney groaned. "Tyler I'd expect, but Brody and Geoff? Bridgette, aren't they used to staying up late partying?"
"Yes," was the reply. "But they aren't used to running a 20k without any practice."
"Oh, that makes more sense now. Thanks."
Screaming Gophers: Heather, Sugar, Jo, Izzy, Scarlett, Tom, Lorenzo, Max, Alejandro, Jacques, Josee, Ryan, Gwen, Miles, Laurie, Devin, Emma, Trent, Sammy, Cody, Rodney, Beth, Brady, Scott, Lindsay, Owen, Junior, Leshawna, Noah, Sierra, Jen, Jasmine, Sky, Anne Maria, Lauren, Zoey, and Justin.
Killer Bass: Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Zeke, Geoff, Harold, Katie, Sadie, Tyler, Taylor, Dawn, Carrie, Sanders, MacArthur, Brick, B, Ennui, Crimson, Mary, Stephanie, Amy, Kitty, Cameron, Mickey, Jay, Dave, Shawn, Sam, Ella, Jazz, Beardo, Lightning, Mike, Topher, and Brody.
Hour Six
More people had fallen asleep. Tom, Lorenzo, and Leshawna on the Gopher side. Katie, Sadie, DJ, Mickey, and Jay on the Bass side.
Hour Ten
Some more people were asleep, but had yet to be removed. On the Bass side, MacArthur had decided to keep herself awake by working out.
"Seriously? You're not even a little tired?" Sanders asked her best friend.
"Nah, I can take not getting a couple Z's," MacArthur replied. "Besides, I have to keep my non-glute muscles in shape, 'cuz I've kinda been neglecting them."
Mike, meanwhile, had fallen asleep, switching between his personalities as evidenced by his sleep-talking. Aside from Chester and Svetlana, two more were hinted at: his voice sometimes became deeper, and his Italian ancestry more obvious with the Sicilian-American accent, and sometimes his voice took on a nasally, authoritative Australian accent.
Lightning scoffed. "Get a load of this spazz!"
Taylor laughed. "Oh my god, what a freak! Guess he's a slumber party of one!"
"You should be nicer to him," Cameron said timidly. "He had a really rough childhood."
"Make me, wimp," Lightning growled.
"He can't, but I will," MacArthur, deciding to intervene, declared, getting into Lightning's face so close he could smell her breath (and immediately he choked on it).
"Hey, if Mike's asleep, why hasn't he been taken out yet?" Harold pointed out.
"From a certain point of view, aren't we always asleep?" Crimson asked monotonously.
Chef had fallen asleep himself. "CHEF!" Chris shouted, waking him up. "I've got losers sleeping in there. Chop chop!"
Chef grumbled drowsily as he roused himself. "How do you even have this much energy?"
"Because," Chris said on the other side of the island, "I have robot duplicates of myself to do the tasks I don't want to. Now that we're twenty percent of the way through, what else is going to happen? Find out after these messages."
Then he covered the camera with his hand to prevent his secrets from being revealed to the world.
Do da do da doo. Commercial break!
"And we're back!" Chris said to the viewers. "It might not look it, but we're a day into the challenge at hour twenty-four. As we near the halfway point, we've already lost just over half the campers."
Thirty-eight images were displayed on the screen.
Chris appeared in front of them. "As our final three dozen struggle to stay up, some of the disqualified campers have been doing other things. Let's check in on them, shall we?"
Still in:
Screaming Gophers: Sugar, Jo, Izzy, Alejandro, Ryan, Gwen, Emma, Sammy, Cody, Rodney, Owen, Noah, Sierra, Jen, Jasmine, Sky, Anne Maria, Lauren, Zoey, and Justin.
Killer Bass: Bridgette, Courtney, Duncan, Eva, Zeke, Harold, Taylor, MacArthur, Brick, Ennui, Crimson, Kitty, Cameron, Dave, Shawn, and Sam.
Hour Twenty-four, Disqualified
Jacques grumbled to himself as he saw Rodney get pulled out of the enclosure. "It's not fair that that giant twit lasted longer than us. Now we're going to get the boot for sure!"
"Don't worry, mon ami, we'll think of a way out of this," Josee reassured him, before frowning. "Ugh! I hate this! Especially since that bozo is part of the Misfits' mega-alliance!"
"They are in an alliance?" Jacques asked, interested.
"Oh, I must've forgotten to tell you. I overheard Noah talking about it. Supposedly all the Misfits here have joined together to dominate the votes."
"Hm..." Then Jacques got an idea. An evil idea. "Josee, Rodney is in the Misfits, is he not?"
"Were you not listening? And besides, what use do we have of him?"
"I happen to know his romantic cluelessness has made more than a few girls...uncomfortable around him."
A grin grew across the face of the Passionate Ice Dancer. "Making him a guaranteed target for elimination."
Jacques then gasped. "But this is a staying-up contest! There's nothing stopping this from popularity determining the votes!"
"Don't you worry your pretty little head." Josee began chuckling darkly. "I know exactly what's going to get him thrown out."
Confessional – Jacques.
"The following is proof that when Josee wants something, she gets it," Jacques explained. "I'm very happy at how this plan of hers turned out." He clasped his hands together and sighed dreamily. "Oh, I love that girl."
Josee waited patiently until she was certain Heather, who'd also recently been sent out, was asleep, and she was, lying against a tree (Chef wasn't particular where he left the sleeping campers, but he'd been told to keep them off of hard surfaces to avoid complaints from children's rights advocates). Momentarily grimacing as she grabbed the Queen Bee, Josee dragged her over before dropping her on top of Rodney, who she'd moved to a large, flat rock. As both were heavy sleepers, they didn't wake up. Josee left the scene to be discovered by the others...
Hour Thirty-three, Gopher Side
Cody blinked heavily. "Eyes...why do you do this to me?"
"Maybe they've decided to rebel," Gwen suggested. "Either way, I'm pooped. Owen, how are you staying up?"
"I'm used to being awake after big meals," Owen replied honestly. "My metabolism is said to be one of the modern wonders of the world."
"And I wonder why I've managed to stay up as late as I have," Noah muttered. "Seriously, I feel like Mr. Sandman's gonna harass me at any second."
"And then you'll be kissing Cody's ear!" Izzy finished, clapping happily.
"Oh, come on! That was one time in seventh grade! And in my defense, I was dreaming about toast!"
"...Toast?" Emma asked Gwen.
"Oh, you have GOT to try DJ's homemade bread. It's literally one of the best things in the world."
"Toast..." Owen drooled, before finally collapsing, and lying there for ten seconds.
"Owen's out!" Chris (or rather, his robot duplicate), called.
"And watch out," Noah warned his teammates. "Owen will be out for a while if he hasn't gotten enough sleep. Plus, he sleeps in his underwear, and on top of that, he sleepwalks."
"Boy, that'll be fun," Jo muttered to herself.
A concerned Sierra looked at Cody. "So...when Noah was kissing your ear–"
On the other side of the island, the real Chris was going through the confessional tapes, and stopped momentarily, swearing he could hear Noah's aggravated scream.
But being the sadist he was, he paid no mind to it, and went back to looking at the confessionals, one of which caught his attention. "Ooh...this could be plot-convenient."
Hour Thirty-four, Bass Side
Kitty groaned. "Ugh, I haven't stayed up this late since I played that hockey videogame for two weeks straight!"
"On the plus side, we gamers are more experienced with staying up this late," Sam offered.
"Yeah, I guess that's true...but I wish I didn't smell this bad. I need a shower."
"No shower is ever gonna wash the ugly off of your face," Taylor remarked.
"I'm watching you," MacArthur growled, doing the eyes-on-you gesture, to which Taylor rolled her eyes before flipping her off (her hand being pixelated in the event Noah's little cousins were watching).
"How were you able to stay up this late?" Courtney asked Dave, as she was bored.
"I decided to remind myself of how many germs are in the dirt," he replied, shivering.
"Why are you so afraid of germs anyway?"
"I had a horrible staph infection when I was six. Ended up in the hospital for two weeks."
"Sheesh!" Courtney winced.
"Eh, that's nothing," Duncan said, sitting himself next to them. "I once got my ribs busted so bad it took them two months in the hospital to heal. Then when I got out, I got them busted all over again."
"Wow, that's...reckless," Courtney said. She hadn't heard that story before. "This is the exact reason I'm so strict with you, Duncan. I just want you to be safe, is all."
"Well try being less blunt about it," he retorted. Courtney rolled her eyes and tsked under her breath.
Hour Forty-one, Bass Side
Noah groaned. "Why...so...hard..." and then collapsed.
Emma, meanwhile, was having problems of her own, and eventually couldn't stay upright.
"CHEF!" the Chris robot barked. "We got two more losers to take out!"
"Okay, okay! Y'don't have to scream!" Chef groaned from outside. He went in, dragged them out, and dumped them onto a nearby patch of grass. He was about to leave when he noticed something.
Emma and Noah, in their sleep, were now cuddling involuntarily.
Chef chuckled to himself. "Heh heh...kids."
Disqualified
At last, Rodney and Heather awoke. They quickly realized their compromising situation and screamed.
"I am so sorry, miss!" Rodney gulped. "I thought I was somewhere else!"
"Who cares! Get away from me, loser!" Heather shrieked in reply, quickly running away.
Rodney scratched the back of his head. "I don't remember being on that rock originally," he said to himself.
Footsteps. Rodney turned his head and found a very angry Jen glaring at him.
"I knew you were trouble," she hissed. "You're definitely getting my vote tonight."
Rodney gulped in fear.
Confessional – Jen.
"Rodney appears to be a womanizer," Jen spat. "I definitely think he tried to cuddle with a girl who wasn't his own. I'm going to tell Tom to help me eliminate that pig."
Confessional – Heather.
"Pfft. Ignore Jen, she's just worked up over those scandals in her home country," Heather scoffed, "many of which are just lies from women who want attention from the media outlets. But I know for a fact that I was sleeping somewhere else. I was moved to make it seem like Rodney was harassing me so he'd be voted off. And I know that Alejandro, manipulative as he is, does have standards." She grimaced at the camera. "But I know for a fact that Jacques and Josee DO NOT. I wouldn't put it past Josee for trying to eliminate people she dislikes in a way that also humiliates me. I'll definitely be telling Scott to vote for her."
Hour Forty-nine
Only a minute remained before the end of the challenge. On the Gopher side, Sierra, Jasmine, and Ryan. On the Bass side, Duncan, Ennui, and Crimson.
"Well well, looks like we're three-to-three," Chris said through the loudspeakers. "C'mon, someone fall asleep already, I really don't want to go into overtime."
"Overtime?!" Ryan exclaimed. The thought was so horrifying that he fainted from shock.
"Okay, scratch that, two to three!"
A few more seconds ticked. Finally, the clocks clicked, 49:59:59 dramatically thunking into 50:00:00. They powered down, and the enclosure completely withdrew into the ground. While no one was looking, the real Chris came and hid the robot inside his podium.
"All right, looks like the Killer Bass win!" Chris announced. "You get...nothing! I guess it's good that it's the middle of the day, otherwise you'd have to stay up even longer to vote. No, you guys can finally, really sleep."
"Can we at least get something to eat first?" Duncan complained.
"Yes, I suppose so. In the meantime, you guys figure out what to do. Screaming Gophers, I'm talking to you."
Sierra and Jasmine had also fallen asleep.
Chris sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Meet me at the campfire at eight, Screaming Gophers, someone's going home."
Misfit Alliance
Owen was as heavy a sleeper as Noah had said he was. The massive teen was still asleep and no amount of poking would change that. Not that anyone wanted to poke someone weighing over 200 pounds and wearing underwear that left little to the imagination.
Well, almost not anyone.
"Isabelle, I don't think that's a good idea," Ella said cautiously as Izzy, every few seconds, poked her boyfriend on the nose. "I've heard many tales about sleepwalkers being angry once awoken."
"Oh, please! Those are just old wives' tales. And Izzy is no old wife!" Izzy replied, then went right back to poking. "Hey, I got a booger!"
"There's no use in trying to get her to stop, you know," Beth said to Ella. To Jay, she asked, "So what do we do about them?"
"Them" being Noah and Emma, who were still asleep and were basically canoodling clothed.
"I don't know," he replied. "I kinda just want to let them lie there and let nature take its course. What say you, B?"
B held up a hand and counted down to one with his fingers.
Noah was having the bread dream again, and began gently nibbling on Emma's ear. It didn't feel clammy and greasy like Cody's (which was what had woken him up that day to jeers of backwards boys and coos from the yaoi fangirls), but softer, warmer...nicer.
Emma giggled in her sleep. Jake had never been this intimate with her. Frankly, he wasn't intimate with her at all, which in hindsight should've been taken as a sign that he didn't really love her.
Both of them opened their eyes just for a brief moment, realized what was happening, and screamed.
"I'm so sorry! I was having the bread dream again!" Noah spluttered.
"No, no, it's okay, I should've moved over," Emma replied, turning red from embarrassment. Then she noticed her alliance and her eyes shrunk. "Please don't mention this to anyone!"
"We weren't planning on it," Ella replied calmly. "That would be ill-willed of us."
"We just wanted to know who you wanted out," Beth explained. "I was thinking Scott, 'cuz he dodged elimination back in Germany by rigging the votes."
"Yeah, that's definitely going to be a problem in the future," Noah said quickly. "Scott's fine with me. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go scream."
As Noah left, in the back of the huddle a concerned Mike turned to look at Kitty. "Your sister seemed really frightened when we found her."
"Yeah, she's got a huge phobia of being humiliated," Kitty sighed. "It's a long and sad story how she developed it. You probably don't want to hear it."
"Um, hello? Boy of many minds here. I'll be able to empathize." Mike put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Kitty smiled. "You guys really are the best group in school."
Noah returned to the campfire pit and screamed at the sky. He was about to leave when he found something in the ground. It was Carrie's immunity idol, which had been buried in the ground but was upheaved by the enclosure. He quickly pocketed it so he could hide it with Owen's. Then he started to leave again.
"Noah!"
"[D word]," Noah cursed. He turned around. "Chris, what do you want?"
"Oh, nothing, just noticing your little escapade back there. You seem to be down on your luck. Want some help?"
"No."
Chris was taken aback. "What?"
"I've learned enough about reality TV from Sierra and Topher running their mouths to have full mastery of its tropes. And when the host helps one of the players, bad things happen. So no offense to you, but I'm in no need of your services. Good day, sir." And he left.
Chris grumbled to himself. "He's even smarter than I thought he was..."
Confessional – Scott.
"Heather told me that Josee should be sent away," Scott explained as he wrote JOSEE on a piece of paper. "I dunno why, but I remember what she said about me bein' a target."
Confessional – Josee.
"The plan is working perfectly," Josee boasted. "Time for the Misfits to start going back to where they belong: OUT of the spotlight!" She wrote RODNEY on a piece of paper and cackled evilly.
Confessional – Owen.
Owen was still asleep. He faceplanted on his piece of paper. When he lifted his head, the stain created by his drool read SCOTT.
Confessional – Cody.
"It took me a while to remember my plan from two days ago...sheesh, it's really been two days, hasn't it?" Cody said. "But I'm going to go for Heather, like I said I would." He wrote HEATHER on a piece of paper.
"Here's how we do our eliminations," Chris said. "We use the marshmallow system here. When I call your name, come get one, and once again, we got a lot." Thirty-seven marshmallows sat on the plate, a record ten of which were colored. "The marshmallows are color-coded to show how many votes you got, because drama, unlike you lot, never sleeps. White means no votes against you, and the recipients are Sugar, Jo, Izzy, Scarlett, Tom, Lorenzo, Max, Jacques, Ryan, Miles, Laurie, Devin, Emma, Trent, Sammy, Cody, Brady, Lindsay, Junior, Leshawna, Noah, Jen, Jasmine, Lauren, Zoey, Justin, and...hey, where's Owen?"
Owen sleepwalked into the campfire pit, retrieved the last white marshmallow, and left.
Chris grimaced. "That's gonna haunt my nightmares." But he soon put on his standard chipper face and pointed to the blue marshmallows. "Blue means you received only one vote against you. Gwen, Alejandro, Beth, Sierra, and Sky, I believe these belong to you."
They quietly got their marshmallows. Off to the side, Trent whispered to Justin "How come Sugar managed to avoid getting any votes this time?" to which the Hawaiian teen had no answer and simply shrugged.
Chris pointed to the three green marshmallows. "Green means you got more than one vote, but are still safe. Anne Maria and Heather, three votes. Josee, seven votes."
"You've got to be kidding me," Josee seethed.
Emma facepalmed. "WHY didn't we vote for her?" she groaned under her breath.
"I'm asking myself the same question," Noah agreed.
Two colored marshmallows were left. "Orange means you're on the chopping block, but are safe. Red means you're gone. Rodney. Scott."
The two looked at him.
"Rodney, today you got caught up in someone else's evil scheme, which worked." Everyone who voted for him gasped on the realization he was innocent. "Scott, you've done some evil schemes yourself, which also worked. So who will be going home for their misdeeds, both real and framed?...
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"For the first time on Total Drama, we have a tie, as both boys got nine votes against them!"
"A tie?!" Max exclaimed. "So does that mean they're both out?"
"What? No! Double eliminations are bad for ratings. It's why I don't do them. No, Rodney and Scott get an extra-special tiebreaker challenge.
"And what better way to break a tie in a sleep-themed challenge than with a pillow fight?" Chris handed Scott and Rodney each a pillow; Scott's was noticeably heavier. "The rules are simple. Smack each other silly with a pillow until one of you is knocked to the ground and can't get up in three seconds. Begin!"
The two boys began. Rodney wasn't tiring due to his greater strength and was effortlessly bopping Scott in the head. But once Scott managed to lift his pillow, he quickly slammed it into the bigger teen's gut, winding him and sending Rodney to the ground.
"One. Two. Three! Rodney is out! Anything you have to say for yourself?"
"Sorry if I made you nervous, ladies," Rodney groaned in pain.
After Rodney was gone, the camera briefly focused on Scott's pillow. The cover had slipped down a little, revealing it was, in fact, a sandbag in disguise.
The implications were obvious to everyone:
Chris had rigged the tiebreaker in Scott's favor.
Chris wanted the Misfits out quickly.
Confessional – Noah.
Noah put his face in his hands. "I can't believe we lost a member already...Emma's right, we SHOULD have voted for Josee."
Confessional – Jen.
"Cody explained everything to me once Rodney was gone," Jen sighed. "I feel horrible. I mean, I didn't even bother getting to know him! Maybe I am shallow..."
Confessional – Sammy.
"Two challenges with Amy on another team," Sammy noted. "Wow. I don't want to keep my hopes up, but this could be really good if it stays like this. I really liked some of the people I've been meeting thanks to this show. Gwen's not as bad as Heather says she is, Devin's cool, Trent's pretty helpful, and Cody's a really sweet guy."
Chris stood at the pit. "Eleven down. Seventy-three remain. Who's going to wake up to a new day and who will have their dreams of a million big ones crushed into tiny little pieces? Find out on
"Total.
"Drama!"
Then Chris himself fell asleep on the ground, unable to stay awake anymore due to spending so much time watching the confessionals.
Votes:
Heather – Josee
Sugar – Beth
Jo – Josee
Izzy – Scott
Scarlett – Josee
Tom – Rodney
Lorenzo – Rodney
Max – Josee
Alejandro – Scott
Jacques – Rodney
Josee – Rodney
Ryan – Scott
Gwen – Heather
Miles – Anne Maria
Laurie – Anne Maria
Devin – Scott
Emma – Scott
Trent – Josee
Sammy – Jacques
Cody – Heather
Rodney – Alejandro
Beth – Sierra
Brady – Scott
Scott – Josee
Lindsay – Rodney
Owen – Scott
Junior – Sky
Leshawna – Heather
Noah – Scott
Sierra – Gwen
Jen – Rodney
Jasmine – Rodney
Sky – Rodney
Anne Maria – Rodney
Lauren – Josee
Zoey – Anne Maria
Justin – Scott
Results: 9-9-7-3-3-1-1-1-1-1 Rodney-Scott-Josee-Heather-Anne Maria-Gwen-Sierra-Sky-Beth-Alejandro
Eliminated: Staci, Leonard, Tammy, Leshaniqua, Spud, Chet, Dakota (ii), Phil (r), Ellody, Rock, Rodney (t)
Known active immunity idols: Josee (Crimson), Owen, Carrie (Noah)
Future eliminations immunized against: Noah (5)
Bonus clip:
Owen finally woke up in the middle of the night. "Huh? Where am I?" He looked down, realized he was in his underwear, and covered himself with a bush, chuckling at the camera sheepishly.