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AUfan62: It's called I have too many projects going on at the same time!
Gucci Mane LaFlare: Thanks! There were some implications in canon that Chris broke the lock which let Duncan kiss Gwen, so I incorporated them here. I wanted to make Mal actively evil, so here he's a misanthropic troublemaker who's working his way up the ranks. It also helps that Mike has already warned everyone about Mal's existence. Mike's mental journey will be made more interesting and cooler here. Plus, the paparazzi challenge was the perfect place to make fun of celebrities that I don't like (hint: they're all the ones that got abused by the cast; this does not include Justin Trudeau, who in my eyes is a Cool Dude™).
Doctor Brain: Thanks! Nemma is headed for its first real hiccup in a couple challenges. A storm is brewing, and the popular kids are the maitre d's.
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
"Last time on Total Drama – we had no fear of the underdog! [Cameron struggling to pick up his hammer] Because they will not survive! [Tyler getting hit on the butt with a cardboard cutout] We had a rock-and-roll-themed challenge to celebrate my rise to stardom! First, we played our awesome theme song! [Both teams playing the opening music] Next, we avoided cardboard copies of our biggest fans! Some...did better than others. [Split screen comparison of Shawn expertly avoiding the buttons and Tom getting surrounded by cutouts] Finally, we trashed the camp! [Sugar breaking the mug] Thanks to a little interference from a rogue personality [Mal rearranging the buttons], the Killer Bass won! And the Screaming Gophers turned on Tom [Tom's elimination] with a little help from some evil love. [previously unseen footage of Heather kissing Alejandro as thanks for keeping her in the game]"
Pan out to reveal Chris was on a plane. "Today we're doing something different. Earlier today, we broke our contestants into the three teams from the truth challenge. Why? Simple. Each eighth challenge is a Total Drama Field Trip to a location that isn't disclosed...yet." Chris got up from his chair and stretched open his arms widely. "Fifty-three contestants remain. Who's going to find the lost treasure and who'll get crushed by the giant round boulder of defeat? Find out here on
"Total.
"Drama!"
Theme song
*Instrumental*
A camera appeared from the snow-covered 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. Jacques laughed at him, but stopped when he saw Leshawna glaring at him.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine
You guys are on my mind
The camera flew across the snowy island, passing Chris getting pampered by a disgusted Phil, Jo and Eva arm-wrestling, Dave attempting to flirt with Sky, Trent performing a song in front of an approving Ella, Crimson and Ennui staring blankly into space, and Jasmine fighting a mutated anglerfish.
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 few animals still awake during winter. Then Dawn showed up. DJ invited her to join them, while the Vegans glared at her.
I wanna be famous
Heather, Josee, and Taylor battled it out on the frozen lake in a game of hockey. Josee knocked the puck so hard it went flying right into one of B's inventions on the other side of the lake. Bridgette and Geoff watched, then the latter pulled out a card reading "7.5".
*Instrumental*
Owen trudged across the ice covering the river, which quickly broke under his weight. He jumped out of the water shivering. From afar, Sasquatchanakwa rolled his eyes as if to say "lightweight". Then Izzy appeared behind him and knocked him to the ground, before pulling out a camera and taking a picture of her catch.
I want to live close to the sun
Well, pack your bags cause I've already won.
Mike looked into a mirror and smiled at what he saw. His reflection included those of his alternate personalities, who were happily admiring their looks. Then an emo version of Mike, with his hair flipped over his face, suddenly appeared in the back, frightening everyone.
Everything to prove nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Chef roasted the remains of a mutated rat in the cafeteria over the stove in front of the campers. Ryan and Stephanie looked at each other, then back at Chef with their game faces on. Behind them, Tyler, Lindsay, Zoey, Cameron, Sam, and Lightning mingled.
'Cuz I wanna be famous
Amy attempted to tackle Sammy, but Cody appeared and shoved her aside, before pulling Sammy into a hug. Behind them, Sierra cursed to herself.
Na na nana na na nana nana na na na na na naaaaah
Courtney, Duncan, and Gwen watched Sugar engage in a slap-fight with MacArthur to Sanders' disapproval. Courtney was holding Duncan's hand, but the latter was secretly checking out Gwen.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous
Carrie and Devin sat together in the Climate Hall, the one warm part of the island left, when it suddenly began raining, and then the door opened, causing both to get very cold. It turned out Alejandro had been responsible. He grinned evilly at the camera. But he didn't notice Brick spying on him. Brick's eyes narrowed.
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous.
Topher chatted with Dakota, who was busy with intern work. Behind them, Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief as she looked behind the good cabin. Because of the colder weather, the lustblossoms were dormant.
*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 Justin interrupted the moment by appearing between them. They gave him immediate death glares, causing him to run off. The couple looked back at the camera with raised eyebrows.
Dastardly Deceivers
"Alright my friends, who shall we go for next?" Alejandro asked Jacques and Josee in the back of the plane.
"I STILL can't believe you made a deal with those guys," Heather remarked. "You've got a point, though. If the four of us are going to prove ourselves better than all the rest, then we'll need to work together. So, until the Final Ten, truce?"
"Truce," Josee grumbled. "If I may be so bold, and I am, that Dawn petite fille is getting on my nerves."
"Mine as well," Jacques agreed. "Plus, our plan to destabilize Emma further will work better when the counselor of the Misfits is not around to give advice."
"Then it's settled, then," Alejandro smirked. "Should we lose, Dawn shall be no more."
Unbeknownst to them, Mal was watching the whole thing.
Confessional – Mal.
"People like them are the reason I exist at all," Mal remarked. "But I need their help. For now, at least. The nature of Dawn's synesthesia means that it won't be long until she realizes my presence and alerts the other Misfits to take me out early. And I can't let that happen."
Mike's Mind
Mike found a guard who looked like Courtney's white blood cell form in front of some doors. "To pass, you must hear the entirety of my incredibly boring autobiography," the guard boomed, "then answer a question about a tiny detail I mentioned smack in the middle of it."
"Aw, nuts! I can't do that!" Mike said to himself.
"I can!" Mike found Chester in a hole, chained up. Mike summoned a copy of Ryan who easily snapped Chester's chains.
"Hey Chester! Glad to see you aren't dead."
"Feh!" Chester scoffed, rubbing the dirt out of his good eye. "An old man who's only good for his patience wasn't much use to him. Don't know about the others, though." He walked up to the guard. "Fire away!"
The guard lowered his pseudopods. "It all began when I divided off from Father..."
"Welcome to Cuzco, Peru! Ah, Peru, the only country in South America that actually has its act together!" Chris announced to the kids in the real world.
"See? Gwen was right, you are milking outdoor challenges," Sam remarked.
"Well, can you blame me? Canada gets freakin' cold this time of year!" Chris replied. "Anywho, buses will be coming to take you chumps up to Machu Picchu, which is not, in fact, the lost city of the Incas. Once there, you're going to have to scour the entire place to find three blue potatoes. Whichever team brings them to me first gets to move on to part two in style!"
"Blue...potatoes?" Leshawna asked, scratching her head.
"Peru is where the potato is native," Harold explained. "There are thousands of varieties that exist."
"Righty-o, Doris!"
Confessional – Harold.
"WHY did the parents of my great-great-grandfather Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady I name him after all of his grandparents?!" he griped.
Dastardly Deceivers: Crimson, Sugar, Scarlett, Dawn, Jacques, Josee, Alejandro, Devin, Heather, Noah, Mike, Harold, Topher, Amy, B, DJ, Miles, and Shawn.
Mighty Mistruths: Cody, Sierra, Sammy, Brick, Bridgette, Ennui, Owen, Sky, Tyler, Leshawna, Lightning, Duncan, Jo, Carrie, Jasmine, Sadie, and Zoey.
Flying Falsehoods: Beardo, Cameron, Ella, Emma, Eva, Geoff, Izzy, Jay, Jen, Justin, Lindsay, MacArthur, Ryan, Sam, Sanders, Stephanie, Taylor, and Laurie.
Flying Falsehoods
After the buses dropped off the kids at the base of the imposing ruins, everyone looked to Ryan. "Why's everyone lookin' at me?" he asked.
"Because you're the least abnormal out of all of us," Eva explained. "That means your leadership qualities are the least questionable."
"Hey! I could like, so be a good leader too!" Geoff exclaimed.
"Geoff, you forgot eyebrows existed."
"Okay, fair enough. But Ryan's not the leader of his alliance!"
"Well, I am sorta the second-in-command," Ryan admitted. "Duncan doesn't like taking charge of anything and Devin's not smart enough, no offense to him."
"So what do you suggest we do?" Jay asked.
"Look for anything blue that isn't on our person, of course. Izzy, we might need flashlights since I'm pretty sure blue potatoes are almost black."
"Okay!" Izzy pulled a case of a dozen flashlights out of her cleavage.
"I am NOT touching anything that's been between a Misfit's boobs," Taylor scowled.
"I would!" Lindsay said perkily, taking the case from Izzy before struggling to open it. "Oh, wait, there's a latch." She clicked it open. "The people making these cases, like, really love to hide how to open them!"
"Actually, you're right," Eva commented, taking the first flashlight.
Confessional – Eva.
"I had my reservations about Lindsay joining us initially." She shrugged and smiled at the camera. "But she's shaping up to be a really good friend."
Dastardly Deceivers
Mal spotted a tiny blue potato right off the bat. Aware that Dawn could only be eliminated that day if his team lost, he kicked it away. It bounced for some distance.
Mighty Mistruths
"Sheesh, this is hard work!" Sadie panted. "And not just because I'm overweight, either! Oh, my back is killing me!" She stood up and cracked it. "Ahhhhh."
"I'm with you on that," Zoey agreed. "We're gonna be here all day in this hot South American sun searching for an indigo-colored piece of root the size of a golf ball!"
Suddenly, the potato Mal kicked rolled off the nearest ruin and whacked Zoey on the back of her head. "Ow!" She turned around and saw what had hit her.
"Hey, we've got one!" Sadie said, relieved. "Ohhhh, we're not gonna lose after all!" She lumbered off to tell the rest of her team.
Zoey looked up and saw "Mike" in the distance. In the same direction the potato had come from. Her brown eyes narrowed in suspicion.
One hundred and one minutes later
"And that's the last one we need!" Duncan said confidently, depositing the third spud his team had found into Chris' outstretched hand.
"Well done, Mighty Mistruths, you really lived up to your name!" Chris beamed. "Fetch everyone else, we've got to move on!"
"Are you KIDDING me?!" Emma griped. "We only managed to find one lousy potato in those ruins! We're losing this for sure."
"Calm down, Emma. It's not the end of the world," Ella said soothingly. "For all we know the Dastardly Deceivers didn't find any at all."
"I'm hoping they didn't," Emma muttered. Ella was concerned by this.
"I want to know WHO keeps on playing keepaway with our potatoes!" Amy screeched as the Dastardly Deceivers arrived.
"Couldn't find any at all?" Chris asked. "Huh. Well, they aren't important right now. Except to Chef because they're tomorrow night's dinner, so he's got to lead the interns to their locations."
"Let's hope nothin' decided to make a snack outta my Purple Majesties," Chef grunted as he left with Billy and Dudley.
"Since the Mighty Mistruths found three potatoes first, they win the advantage for part two!" Chris announced.
"Which is..." Jo said, motioning with her hand for him to continue.
"You'll see!" He turned to the camera. "Find out after these messages."
Do da do da doo. Commercial break!
"And we're back!" Chris said to the audience. "For part two! Everyone, I've got some jerseys for you." He pointed behind him to three racks of jerseys. The Dastardly Deceivers' were white and had their logo, a tiny white square with its face in the "Excellent" pose, on the front. The Mighty Mistruths' were black and their logo was a roaring bald guy. And the Flying Falsehoods' were light pink, their logo a birthday cake with wings.
Once everyone had their jerseys on over their t-shirts, Chris continued. "Peru is not just the homeland of potatoes and llamas. It's also the home of the Incas, and still is more or less."
"Not counting the unwanted Hispanic roomies, of course," Noah muttered, his eyes focused on the back of an oblivious Alejandro's head.
"And the sport the Incas, along with many other Latin American peoples, really liked was called tlachtli, or for those of us who can't pronounce the 'tl' sound, pok-to-pok. Basically, it's basketball and soccer mashed together."
"That sounds amazing!" Tyler exclaimed.
"It's super hard though! You have to bump a ball into a sideways hoop without using your hands, mostly by bopping the ball off the walls with your butts. All three teams, once I get you into the proper safety gear, will then go head-to-head-to-head in an epic game. Whichever team scores the most points when I call time wins! Second place will be safe from elimination. Last place sacrifices the loser!"
"So what's our advantage?" Sky asked.
"Since the Mighty Mistruths found all three potatoes, they actually get to use their hands, like some local Mexican variants of pok-to-pok allowed. Said variants also gave you a billy club and this cool-looking wooden shield with a snake on it."
"Alright maggots, I'm back!" Chef said half an hour later. Everyone was suited up. "I'll be referreein' this game. I'm gonna throw the ball," he picked up one of the yellow dodgeballs from the seventh challenge, "into the middle of this three-way courtyard. Don't let it touch the ground when I throw it or I'll have to start the game all over again. Got it?"
"Yes sir!" Brick saluted.
"Why a kickball? That's not authentic," Sanders muttered.
"Because a real one is hard enough to break your skull in one hit?" Cameron suggested.
"Oh, right. Nevermind."
Confessional – Chef.
"Yeah, same reason from me. That, plus finding an actual six-inch ball of solid rubber was really hard."
The three teams got into position. Chef got out of the court and chucked the ball into it. In a burst of speed, Josee raced over and punted the ball into the air. "Let the game begin!" Chef boomed.
"This is ridiculous," Jo grumbled as she and Carrie ran around amidst the chaos. "Shoulder pads, knee pads, and a cheap bike helmet don't seem like enough protection for this game."
"Yeah, plus we're doing this in sandals," Carrie added. "I don't want to break a toe. And this dust is seriously messing up my nails." She looked down at her feet and frowned at the rapidly-decaying state of the alternating pink and orange lacquer she'd applied the previous night.
"NOW do you see why I don't bother with makeup and that kinda girly stuff?"
"Hey, I like feeling pretty on my terms. You can have your own definition of beauty, as long as you let me have mine."
"Eh, fair enough. I like you, kid. You're not bad for a tenth grader. Who're you planning to vote out should we lose?"
"Well, since we're having such a nice conversation, not you. Lightning, probably."
Jo scoffed. "Amen to that. He's utterly useless. At least Brick does stuff to help us."
"What's with you and him anyway?"
Jo shrugged. "We were closer when we were little kids but drifted apart for some reason. You can ask him if you're interested. How's Devin?"
Carrie sighed. "Still completely clueless that I like him romantically. Though I talked to him recently and he said he's considering breaking things off with Shelley because he's realizing just how absolutely awful she is. Oh, hey, there's the ball!"
Harold was trying to dodge Jasmine and Owen. He found an opening to launch out the ball and took it, only for Jo to knee the ball into his team's nearby goalpost.
"Yes! First point of the game!" Jo punched the air.
"YEAUGH!" Noah gasped, rubbing the side of his chest, the one that had a scar, which was resounding a stinging pain into his left lung. "Chef, can I bench myself? My preexisting condition's existing again."
"Sure can, Snarky Boy!" Chef affirmed. Noah excused himself and went to sit on a bench. Someone else was also there.
"Hey Phil," Noah said, lifting his hand at his former competitor.
"Hey Noah. Finding those potatoes with the map was hard. Now I see how you lost that part."
"And we may lose this part, too," Noah said. "Dawn's not doing so well." They watched her struggle to get the ball into the ring, to no avail, and Duncan eventually nabbed it, whapping her on the head with his wooden shield on his way out.
B lumbered over painfully and sat down. Pulled my back, he "said".
"Wait, did you just–"
Scarlett helped me design a wristwatch that could telepathically insert my thoughts into someone's head. We decided on something removable since a nanotech grid in my brain might be overly susceptible to magnets and kill me.
"Oh," Phil said. "Huh. I thought you'd sound more like Shaq, to be honest."
A voice is a voice. They continued to watch the game before B spoke once more. Emma's playing style is...odd. It's like she wants to win, but at the same time doesn't.
"Probably because if her team wins, mine loses," Noah replied. "She's been on edge ever since Kitty got the boot too early. And then the love triangle thing's made her doubt the stability of our relationship, seeing that her last one didn't go so well. So she's getting a bit...clingy. And really freaking territorial."
"Well, as a guy in a relationship myself," Phil offered, "you have to set boundaries. What is and isn't okay. Molly and I have made it clear to each other that we should go slow, but not too slow."
Perhaps that is the problem, then, B said. You're going TOO slow and your relationship is missing critical groundwork as a result. You should talk to her, and soon.
"I know, I've tried. But between being on separate teams now and that English paper we got last Thursday, I haven't had much time."
Then make the time. For both your sakes. Oh, and who do you plan to vote for?
"Alejandro. I swear, that snake is up to something. Something had to be keeping Heather in the game last time. I think he's got a finals deal with the Ice Dancers."
"He does," Phil confirmed. "They want to use Emma's emotional instability to drag the Misfit Mega-Alliance down under."
"Wow, you're an eye out of the sky! Phil, you are officially my ally now. Thanks for letting me know! As soon as I've got a plan, I'm putting it into action."
Confessional – Phil.
"I might get into huge trouble doing that," Phil said sternly. "But it's for the greater good of my friends."
Flying Falsehoods
"I am SO glad we don't have to have feathers on top of these," Jen said. "We'd look even stupider if we did."
"And they'd impede our aerodynamics," Cameron agreed.
Beardo headbutted the ball off the wall and into the MM's goal ring, his massive hair cushioning the blow. He made a clapping noise. "Aw yeah! Third point already!"
"Dude, I so envy your level of head protection," Geoff commented in admiration. He chased after the ball to try and knock it into the DD's, but kicked it too hard and it went outside the court.
Chef blew his whistle. "Stop the play! Five-minute penalty for The Cake is a Lie. Someone go get that ball!"
"Perhaps I should go, seeing that Spanish is my native tongue," Alejandro volunteered.
"Okay, go do that. And hurry up!" Alejandro ran off.
"Now that he's gone, who should we vote for if we lose?" Jay asked Sam.
"Taylor, most likely, seeing that she hasn't been much benefit. She's a parasite, mooching off our hard work to stay in the game like the Flood," Sam replied. "Once she's gone, then we target Alejandro, Heather, and the Ice Dancers."
"I don't get the game reference, but that's a good idea."
Alejandro sighed. "This reminds me too much of my youth, when José was so much better at football than I. But he's not on tele, now is he?"
"Oye, chico!" Alejandro heard a voice and turned around. A young man dressed in Shakespearean garb approached him, carrying the ball in his right hand. "Esto es tuyo?"
"Sí. Lo siento, mi amigo, un partida para Drama Totál se fue de las manos. Culpo a Geoff."
"Ah, Drama Totál. ¿Eres Alejandro Burromuerto?"
Alejandro smirked. "El único."
"Entonces, Alejandro, ten cuidado. Por tu propio bien." He handed over the ball. "Ahora, si me disculpan, necesito volver a mi obra de teatro. Es Macbeth."
"Ah, yo entiendo. ¡Gracias!" Ball in hand, Alejandro left.
Confessional – Peruvian Thespian.
"¿No hablas español? ¡Mejora tus escuelas!"
"I am back!" Alejandro announced, tossing the ball to Chef. Everyone got into position and the game resumed.
Twenty minutes later
"Annnnnnnnd time!" Chris announced. Everyone stopped moving and sighed in relief. They were hot, sweaty, thirsty, and very tired. "Well, this was a very interesting game! Pity this is just a written and unillustrated fanfiction, those visuals would've looked epic!"
"In our defense, screw you!" one of the anthropomorphic green Parksosaurus who made the scenery shouted from the side of the stage.
"Enough fourth wall breaks for now. Dastardly Deceivers, you scored four points. Flying Falsehoods, five-minute penalty, six points. Mighty Mistruths, nine points. The Mighty Mistruths win! Meet me in third class at eight, Dastardly Deceivers, someone's going out!"
"Hey Chris, why'd you name this episode 'The Am-AH-Zon Race'?" Miranda asked, looking through the production notes. "We're barely in the Amazon rainforest."
"Because the kids had to race to find the potatoes, did they not?"
"Hey, guys?" Sammy asked before the teams got back on their planes.
"What is it?" Topher asked.
"Can you not vote for Amy tonight? I promised her I'd ask."
"Why?"
"Because...some part of me wants to hope that I can save her from herself."
"Sammy is correct," Dawn confirmed. "Amy's aura is not completely gone just yet."
"Oh, okay," Topher said. "Sugar it is then."
Confessional – Jacques.
"The episode's name is more likely an artifact title from an earlier idea for a challenge that didn't get clearance from the network, and Chris was too lazy to change the name." Jacques stretched his arms before writing DAWN on a piece of paper. "I must say, this was one of my favorite challenges thus far. It's nice to play a summer sport for a change."
Confessional – Crimson.
"Mike is starting to act suspiciously, according to Zoey," Crimson said monotonously. She wrote MIKE on a piece of paper.
Confessional – Topher.
"I don't really get all this weird aura stuff. Then again, it's not really magic and more a convenient placeholder name." He wrote SUGAR on a piece of paper and groaned. "God, I hate her."
Confessional – Harold.
"Hopefully no one votes for me for messing up that one time," Harold said. "Anyway, it's time someone else gets out." He wrote ALEJANDRO on a piece of paper.
"Here's how we do eliminations," Chris said. "We use the marshmallow system here. When I call your name, come get one." He lifted a plate of seventeen marshmallows, the last six of them colored. "The marshmallows are color-coded to show how many votes you got to raid the temple of drama. White means no votes against you, and the recipients are Crimson, Scarlett, Jacques, Heather, Harold, Topher, Amy, B, DJ, Miles, and Shawn." Harold sighed in relief. "I guess Amy lucked out this time, didn't you, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah, we get it, I'm the chew toy," Amy snarked as she left with her marshmallow. "What else is new?"
Chris pointed to the three blue marshmallows. "Blue means you received only one vote against you. Noah, this is your first vote in a while. Mike, this is your first vote ever. Josee, this is yet another one against you." Mal stiffened a bit; had someone figured him out? Hopefully it was just Dawn, but if not her, then who?
Next, Chris pointed to the green marshmallow. "Green means you got more than one vote, but are still safe. Sugar, once again, you've got votes. Three in a row, three votes."
"Why me?" Sugar asked.
"Because you didn't understand literally one of the most basic games in the world?!" Miles asked rhetorically.
Two colored marshmallows were left. "Orange means you're on the chopping block, but are safe. Red means you're done. Dawn. Alejandro."
Alejandro leered at Dawn, who held her ground.
"Alejandro, you're an excellent competitor and people would kill to have you gone. Dawn, you're a weirdo! And people don't like weirdos. Someone's got five votes...
...
...
...
...
"And because DJ refuses to vote, that's both of you!"
Noah immediately sat up. He knew what was coming.
"Today's tiebreaker is inspired by Manitoba Smith movies! Yes, the very same ones that inspired one of Mike's alternates! You must switch the Gilded Chris with this piece of wood that weighs exactly the same as it. Don't do it fast enough, and you get pelted with a crapton of bacaba palm fruits! Begin!"
Dawn and Alejandro were faced with a statue on a pedestal. Alejandro quickly removed his, but Dawn's seemed to be heavier and she struggled to move it. As a result, she got pelted with the tiny red drupes from a launcher located beneath it.
"Oh, too bad! Dawn's out of the game!" Dawn walked up to Chris, grimaced, put one of the fruits into her mouth, and crushed it in her jaw dramatically. Chris flinched backwards.
Noah snuck over to the statues and picked them up in his hands. He knew that the Gilded Chris' were made of painted plastic, as a scratch exposing the underlying paint revealed. The genuine one was quite light. A scratch on the other one, though, revealed it was made of solid steel.
Dawn noticed him looking at it and nodded at him knowingly. "Stay cool, Dawn," Noah said.
"You too."
Confessional – DJ.
DJ sighed glumly. "The one time I coulda helped someone by voting...if what Noah says about Alejandro is right, then he's no friend of mine. But...I'm scared. If I vote for him...what'll the others do to me?"
"We may never know. Or perhaps we may." Chris stood in the voting hold. "Thirty-two down. Fifty-two remain. Who'll be Amazon-ing and who'll be Amazon-ed out? Find out on
"Total.
"Drama!"
Chris walked off but felt a squish, and saw that he'd stepped on the bacaba. "Oh, great! My best brown shoes!"
Votes:
Crimson – Mike
Sugar – Noah
Scarlett – Sugar
Dawn – Alejandro
Jacques – Dawn
Josee – Dawn
Alejandro – Dawn
Devin – Didn't vote
Heather – Dawn
Noah – Alejandro
Mal – Dawn
Harold – Alejandro
Topher – Sugar
Amy – Josee
B – Alejandro
DJ – Didn't vote
Miles – Sugar
Shawn – Alejandro
Results: 5-5-3-1-1-1 Dawn-Alejandro-Sugar-Josee-Noah-Mike
Eliminated: Staci, Leonard, Tammy, Leshaniqua, Spud, Chet, Dakota (ii), Phil (r), Ellody, Rock, Rodney (t), Anne Maria, Mickey, Jazz (r), Max, Mary, Junior, Zeke (t), Beth, Brody, Scott, Lauren, Brady, Lorenzo (t), Katie, Trent, Kitty, Gwen, Dave, Courtney, Tom, Dawn (t)
Known active immunity idols: Josee (Crimson), Owen, Carrie, Tyler, Sammy, Lindsay, Devin, Eva (Noah), Geoff (Geoff), Justin (Ella), Duncan (Alejandro)
Future eliminations immunized against: Emma (2)
Bonus clip:
In Mike's mind, the guard finally finished his story. "So! Why was I mad at Jimmy Neuron?"
"Because he stole your oxygen!" Chester replied.
"Excellent! You may pass!" The guard opened the door.
"Okay Chester, now we're getting somewhere," Mike said as the two slipped through the doors.
"Yes, but is it the correct somewhere?"
"Only one way to find out." They marched on.