Review time!
Gucci Mane LaFlare: Thanks! What can I say, my name is literally Nerd.
Joel Connell: Thanks! I was wondering where you were. Tyler is Gerry's grandson in this AU, Tyler's mom is Gerry's daughter. You'll see what the VRtrip'll be next time. I'm planning some big stuff for early season three, so "Suckers Punched" is going to be part of that!
Guest: There is no fourth wall in Nerdinator Studios. Also this fic was initiated long before that episode of Dramarama came out, and that's in its own separate universe anyways.
Important s: They are indeed! Peer pressure was a big factor for both of them. The outfits the characters wear in the canon series are what they wear in the VR challenges unless stated otherwise, since that's what Chris used in the series' advertising when it first aired; since having only one set of clothes is highly unrealistic and also extremely stupid, here they have more diverse and practical wardrobes. As for what teams are making it to the final ten, one of the Aftermaths has the key...but is it one I already wrote or is it a future one that doesn't exist yet? Only I know! :D
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
Chris groaned, slumped at his desk. "Ugh...I don't feel so good..."
"No crap, Pretty Boy," Chef grunted. "I told you gettin' wasted on New Year's Eve was a bad idea. You're still hungover!" He sighed. "Guess I'm doin' the episode, then." He cleared his throat and began as the camera turned to focus on him:
"Last time on Total Drama – tensions were pretty dang high. [Alejandro glaring at the Misfits chatting with Devin] All sorts of shady stuff were goin' on [Alejandro's villain song from earlier in the season], and since we felt that would undermine our teams, we felt we had to get 'em to trust each other again. First, they scaled a cliff. Or tried to, at least. [B dropping Owen] Next they tried to gut fish so they didn't give their teammates heartburn. [Sky finding out that Jasmine had missed a spot] We wasted a crapload of money on obscure apple breeds that most people don't know about [Topher fainting], found out why we should never be a circus [Cody failing to catch Emma], and went sledding [Jo and Shawn reaching the finish line], all while blindfolded. For some dumb reason Mal got immunized b'fore the challenge even started [Mal dropping Dakota], but Mike's friends are gonna do somethin' 'bout that. [The meeting that night] And Alejandro turned on Ryan and had him voted out. [Ryan's elimination]"
Cut to new scene. Chef stood at the Dock of Shame, thoroughly unamused. "Forty-six c'ntestants remain. Who'll get the drill and who'll turn their underpants into s'mores? 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.
Mal's Exposure Committee (MEC)
"Okay now, one more time," Scarlett said to Zoey.
Zoey nodded and took a breath in. "During today's challenge we'll try our best to subtly get Mal to lose his temper. Since Mike isn't like that, him getting angry will lead to people starting to investigate what's wrong. That's when you and Noah will begin to inform people about Mal's return so we can defeat him."
"Speaking of, how are we gonna take him down?" Owen asked.
"I remember from watching Cameron's elimination episode that Cameron mentioned Mike tazed himself to put Mal away the first time," Dakota reasoned. "Maybe a large electrical shock scrambles up their shared nerves long enough for Mal to lose control. As for how we get Mal electrocuted, well, Chris is bound to come up with something."
Some time later
"Oh, come on!" Dakota muttered under her breath. "The one time Chris' sadism would actually be useful and he's sick?!"
"Rich Kid! Or is it Rich Girl? Eh, I don't care. Get back to work and let Chef speak!" Chef barked. Dakota squeaked and timidly shimmied away.
"So what did Chris do this time?" Jo asked.
"He got flat-[a word] drunk Sunday night. I'm not gonna make 'im his hangover cure until later so he can learn the importance of moderation."
"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna work."
"Anyway, since Chris can't do it, I'm doin' it instead. Luckily he already wrote down the challenge." He pulled out a piece of paper. "If you guys like physical stuff, today's gonna be a good day for you. Break into the Gophers and Bass and follow me to the Dock."
Confessional – Harold and Cody.
"There are three possibilities here," Harold said. "He'll be worse than Chris, he'll be better than Chris, or he'll be the exact same as Chris."
"Yeah," Cody agreed. "At least Chef kinda cares about our well-being, so hopefully he'll be a little bit better than old Tiny Eyes?"
Screaming Gophers: Heather, Sugar, Jo, Scarlett, Alejandro, Jacques, Josee, Miles, Laurie, Devin, Emma, Sammy, Cody, Lindsay, Owen, Leshawna, Noah, Sierra, Jen, Jasmine, Sky, Zoey, and Justin.
Killer Bass: Bridgette, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Geoff, Harold, Sadie, Tyler, Taylor, Carrie, Sanders, MacArthur, Brick, B, Ennui, Crimson, Amy, Shawn, Sam, Ella, Beardo, Mike, and Topher.
Dock of Shame
"Now, the last time you had teams with 'screaming' and 'killer' titles involved boats," Chef said. "I have brought said boats back. You're gonna lift them over your heads and stay there. First person to give up rings the bell to my left and gets kicked outta the rest of the game. The team the quitter came from gets disadvantaged in the second part. Try not to fall into the lake, either."
"Easier said than done," Topher gulped, trying his best not to stare at the frigid water.
Each team got their own boat and held it over their heads. Jasmine had to crouch due to her height.
"To make this easier on yer maggoty minds, I'm gonna tell you about my time in Bosnia," Chef said.
"Oh, great, a history lesson," Duncan groaned.
"Hey, we're studying that next month, I think," Cody said. "It'll actually benefit us to listen to someone who was actually there."
Chef smiled. "It began in the late 1980s when Serbia decided to give itself a little more voting power than it deserved..."
Confessional – Sierra.
"It was really informative!" She shuddered. "And bloody. Really, really, really bloody. Now I know why Chef is so stern. Poor guy."
An hour later
"I...I can't do this anymore," Lindsay whimpered. "I can't feel my arms."
"I'm with ya, mate, this is right awful on my back," Jasmine groaned.
They got out from under their team's boat and walked towards the bell. Because she couldn't use her arms, Lindsay headbutted it instead. "It's not like I've got much more brain to lose anyway," she groaned. "At least my hat's cushiony."
"Alright then," Chef said. "Killer Bass win this one. The Mess Hall's gonna be the location for the first half of part two. As for you two, rest up, you earned this."
"Can do, sir," Jasmine said. "I'd salute you but I don't want to tear a rotator cuff."
"Fair 'nuff."
Still in:
Screaming Gophers: Heather, Sugar, Jo, Scarlett, Alejandro, Jacques, Josee, Miles, Laurie, Devin, Emma, Sammy, Cody, Owen, Leshawna, Noah, Sierra, Jen, Sky, Zoey, and Justin.
Killer Bass: Bridgette, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Geoff, Harold, Sadie, Tyler, Taylor, Carrie, Sanders, MacArthur, Brick, B, Ennui, Crimson, Amy, Shawn, Sam, Ella, Beardo, Mike, and Topher.
Mess Hall
"For the second part of today, we're gonna dance. And I mean actual dancin', not shooting the ground to make you dodge bullets. But first? Nasty stale food." He held up a piece of bread and broke it in half to demonstrate; it was as brittle as glass and the edges were clean and sharp. "You gotta eat this before you dance. And since the Gophers lost the last one, they gotta eat more."
"Nice going," Jacques growled at Lindsay and Jasmine.
"Be nice," Sky said sternly.
Half an hour later, at the campfire
"It wasn't TOO stale!" Owen exclaimed.
"So that much less of a chance of food poisoning," Noah remarked. "Still, it needed a lot of water and I am so gonna need the bathroom after this."
"When you do go, Snarky Boy, take the mop," Chef said. "It needs cleaning."
"Dude, it's winter. That floor's gonna freeze and someone's gonna crack their skull open on the sink."
Chef pondered this. "Yeah, you're right. Still needs cleanin', though."
"I know, sir. I know full well."
"Anyway, you kids aren't uncultured enough so you don't know who Michael Jackson is, right?"
"No," the teens chorused.
"Good. B'cause we're gonna dance the Thriller until someone cramps up." He turned the boombox on and, reluctantly, the teens started dancing along. Well, most of them were reluctant.
Confessional – Beardo.
Beardo did a beatbox cover of the song. "Ow!"
"This is so dumb," Duncan grimaced. "I have half a mind to turn that dang thing off."
"Duncan, I do not believe that is wise. Do you want to go next?" Alejandro hissed.
"Alejandro, I said I had 'half' a mind to do it, remember? The other half doesn't wanna do endless pushups or get locked in the boat shed."
"Ah. In that case, I suggest you listen to that half for now." They didn't speak for a bit as they danced along to the beat. Alejandro suddenly had a nagging question that he needed to ask his co-conspirator. "Duncan? Before you met Mike, did you know of Mal?"
"Well, no one ever said his name, per se," Duncan admitted. "But when I was in juvie everyone talked about this one kid who started out all meek but smack 'im hard enough and he'd do a complete 180 into a psycho. I just made the connection later on. Why do you ask?"
"Because there is something off about Michael," Alejandro said quietly, glaring at the still-dancing maniac. "Something very off indeed."
Twenty minutes later
"'Cuz this is THRILLER! Thriller night! Our author wants you to know he doesn't own the copyright! Oh this is THRILLER! Yeah, that's right! And hopefully this ends so that I won't have to keep this up into the night!" Ella sang.
Sugar growled. "Why do you have to be so happeh? Mah arms are dang near about to fall off!"
"Oh, Sugar, can't you at least have a little fun?" Ella asked innocently.
"MAH kinda fun's 'pparently not allowed." Sugar stopped dancing, too tired to continue.
"Okay, Trailer Trash dropped out!" Chef barked. "Mike" also stopped dancing, collapsing from exhaustion. "And so did Jitterbug! Take ten everybody, then meet me in the c'mputer room for part three."
Confessional – Zoey.
"Chris never gave us breaks!" she exclaimed. "Although I'm not happy that I won't have a chance to bust Mal today." A pause. "Did I sound like Candace for a moment?"
Confessional – Candace Flynn.
"In my defense, my writers never bothered to give me decent character development," Candace growled.
"Didn't the boss cancel his PnF fanfics?" Harold asked from outside. "So...why are you still here?"
"He's gonna do a revival sometime. We're still figuring out the logistics."
"Oh! That sounds fun."
"Yes. Yes it will be."
Still in:
Screaming Gophers: Heather, Jo, Scarlett, Alejandro, Jacques, Josee, Miles, Laurie, Devin, Emma, Sammy, Cody, Owen, Leshawna, Noah, Sierra, Jen, Sky, Zoey, and Justin.
Killer Bass: Bridgette, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Geoff, Harold, Sadie, Tyler, Taylor, Carrie, Sanders, MacArthur, Brick, B, Ennui, Crimson, Amy, Shawn, Sam, Ella, Beardo, and Topher.
"Okay, I think you guys need a break too," Chef said to the audience, standing up and stretching his legs. "I need to think up somethin', too. Find out what I thought up after these messages."
Do da do da doo. Commercial break!
"Okay, we're back, break's over," Chef said to the teens in the computer room. "For part three you will write a sentence describing yourself in exactly six words in exactly five minutes. Whoever doesn't figure one out in time gets booted out the rest of the game and will not be allowed to do the fourth part."
"So I guess today is a last-man-standing challenge?" Topher guessed.
"Yep. Whichever team has more people still in by sundown wins."
"This segment's a little strange, though," Sanders remarked. "Why this?"
"Chris wanted you to write a three-hunnit word essay about how great he is. I didn't think that'd be realistic, so I changed it."
"Good call."
Meanwhile
Mal kicked at the snow on the ground. "Without Chris on my side to bend the rules for me, I can't do anything that I want to do! Oh man, I'm getting the boot tonight for sure!"
Then his eyes widened. "Immunity idols! Of course! I just need to find either my own idol, or someone else's! Come on, Manitoba, I need your treasure-digging skills!"
Mike's mind
Manitoba, strapped into a strange-looking device, screamed as electricity coursed through his body. Mike's other personas looked on in horror. After about thirty seconds of this, Manitoba slumped.
"EXCELLENT!" they heard Mal's voice boom through their shared brain; the escapees quickly hid behind a box. "Now that I have my own idol, I can give myself four more challenges worth of immunity!" A pause. "Pity it's not someone else's, like Sugar's, Duncan's, or any of those blasted Misfits', but I'll take what I can get." Then their brain fell silent. For a little bit, at least.
"See?" Manitoba grumped on noticing his other selves emerge from the box. "Mike, this is what that bastard does to us."
"'Did', you mean," Mike corrected him. "I'm breaking you guys out."
"Not gonna be easy for me, kid. Look at what's in the water below me." They did, seeing several gelatinous teal blobs that acted like piranhas for some reason. "Okay, so they aren't real brain-eating amoebas, but imaginary brain-eating amoebas are still pretty nasty. And they fight back a lot, too. You're gonna need to figure out what kills these things in order to rescue me, because this isn't something I'm used to as it's really uncommon."
Mike summoned a copy of Scarlett. "Scarlett, I need you to figure out what medication kills brain-eating amoebas." The clone pulled out a bottle labeled "AMPHOTERICIN B". "Oh! That was fast. Vito?"
"On it." Vito cracked open the bottle (literally) and tossed its contents into the water. The amoebas hissed in pain as holes opened in their membranes, causing their insides to leak out. Eventually, they died.
"I will free Gaspadin Smith," Svetlana said, leaping over the amoebas.
"And I'll keep watch in case Mal comes back," Chester added. "Blind in one eye or not."
"Good job, everyone!" Mike complimented them. "One more puzzle and we'll be ready to take Mal down once and for all!"
Back in the real world, Chef clicked his stopwatch. "TIME! Who didn't write one?" One after another Devin, Leshawna, Zoey, Geoff, Bridgette, Sadie, and Tyler raised their hands. "Alright, you're out of the running. Everybody else, share what you wrote!"
Heather: "I will beat ALL of you."
Jo: "Suck it up, you giant babies!"
Scarlett: "My civilization doth protest too much."
Alejandro: "It is a miracle I'm unharmed."
Jacques: "Misfits should shut their stupid mouths."
Josee: "Give me bronze, I dare you."
Miles: "My name is not a distance."
Laurie: "Half and half but all good."
Emma: "Long time since our last confessional."
Sammy: "Please do not call me 'Samey'."
"Duly noted," Chef remarked off to the side.
Cody: "What is the meaning of me?"
Owen: "I want my own cheese cellar!"
Noah: "Seventeen years of stupid for this?"
"Happy birthday," Emma replied.
"Thanks."
Sierra: "Loony and croony, that's Sierra Laubach!"
Jen: "Black is alright, in moderate quantities."
Sky: "Should my hamstrings bend that far?"
Justin: "America, I'm glad I left you."
DJ: "I'm not that big a coward."
Duncan: "They wish they were this hot."
Eva: "Next person who annoys me dies."
Harold: "I've got mad skillz for dayz."
Taylor: "Can my mom be any dorkier?"
Carrie: "Why can't we just get along?"
Sanders: "Some day, I'm just gonna scream."
MacArthur: "Our next VR trip shouldn't suck."
Brick: "Outstanding moral citizen ready for action!"
B: I wish I could tell you.
Ennui: "The darkness will envelop us all."
Crimson: "We will die in flaming ice."
Amy: "Gag, I'm surrounded by flipping idiots."
Shawn: "Zombies are gonna eat us all."
Sam: "How long until graphics exceed eyesight?"
Ella: "Tourette's doesn't automatically mean constant cursing."
"I thought you had echolalia," Chef remarked.
"Echolalia is often part of Tourette's," Harold explained.
"Ah."
Beardo: "Somehow I can mimic a jackhammer." He proceeded to demonstrate.
Topher: "Am I famous yet, my bros?"
"Alright!" Chef said. "That's a wrap. Bass got one more person than Gophers, so they get the advantage for next part!"
"Which is?" Jacques asked.
"Hurdles! Each of you will have one minute to overcome five hurdles. The Bass' advantage is shorter hurdles."
Confessional – Eva and Ella.
"Are you alright, Eva?" Ella asked. "Your sentence was...disturbing."
"Not really," Eva grimaced. "You heard what Jacques said about us, right?"
"Yeah, I did. I wish I could understand why people think that putting others beneath them just for being different is alright." She sighed. "Still, it's not all bad. We're still in the game."
"Yeah, you're right. C'mon Ella, let's jump to the beat."
Still in:
Screaming Gophers: Heather, Jo, Scarlett, Alejandro, Jacques, Josee, Miles, Laurie, Emma, Sammy, Cody, Owen, Noah, Sierra, Jen, Sky, and Justin.
Killer Bass: DJ, Duncan, Eva, Harold, Taylor, Carrie, Sanders, MacArthur, Brick, B, Ennui, Crimson, Amy, Shawn, Sam, Ella, Beardo, and Topher.
Begin montage.
The hurdles were performed. Some better than others. Scarlett, Miles, Emma, Cody, Owen, Harold, Taylor, B, Ennui, Crimson, Sam, and Beardo all tripped over the hurdles at some point, even with some of them shorter.
End montage.
"Alright, now there's twelve of you in both teams. You're matched up evenly. Therefore, neither team will get an advantage in our final exercise of today," Chef said.
"And what is that last part, exactly?" Justin asked.
"See those tables? You gotta lie down on 'em with yer head danglin' off the side. Whichever team has a person fall off first is the loser."
"Oh. Sounds...painful."
"Bright Eyes, if Chris was the one doin' this, he'd have bear traps underneath ya."
"Right, of course."
Still in:
Screaming Gophers: Heather, Jo, Alejandro, Jacques, Josee, Laurie, Sammy, Noah, Sierra, Jen, Sky, and Justin.
Killer Bass: DJ, Duncan, Eva, Carrie, Sanders, MacArthur, Brick, Amy, Shawn, Sam, Ella, and Topher.
PAGE 1000! GIVE IT UP FOR PAGE 1000! IF THERE WAS A DOUBT THAT THIS WAS MY LONGEST FANFICTION EVER, IT'S DEAD NOW!
So they lay there. "This is...boring," Billy remarked. "Reaching our milestone length aside."
"Yeah, Chef, can we switch focus to someone else?" Carly asked.
"Sure thing."
The someone else in question was B. Scarlett, the plan we'd made for today wasn't able to work. What should we do now?
"I'm not sure. Spread the word to your alliance, most likely. I've been attempting for membership in the Geek alliance, so perhaps if both alliances work together we could foist him out now."
"Foist who?" Tyler asked.
Mike, B explained. Or...what WAS Mike, but now is someone else entirely.
"Well, yeah, that's kinda the point of MPD." He paused. "Wait, you're talking about Mal, aren't you?"
"Correct," Scarlett confirmed.
"...aw, nuts."
In the background, Mal silently witnessed this and slunk away.
Confessional – Mal.
"I think I may need to do a little convincing before Bob the Builder over here spills the beans."
Confessional – Bob the Builder.
"...what beans?" the befuddled construction worker asked, scratching his head under his hat.
Confessional – The Nerdinator.
"We don't actually have a BtB fanfic." I paused. "Yet."
Confessional – Tara.
"Just...what is my boss committing us to?" she facepalmed.
"A BtB fanfic. Was that not abundantly clear?"
"No, Nerd, that's...fine, we'll figure it out after you finish your other works...whenever that happens."
"I know, Tara, I'm bothered by my schedule too. Between this and the Balland of Dominic and all my other crap, I'm stuck. And then there's the...OW! Hand pain."
"Don't worry, big guy," Stena, the anthropomorphic yellow and blue Stegosaurus stenops who was my secretary, said. "We'll get it done before the next decade's out, you'll see."
"I certainly hope he will," Tara grumbled.
Forty minutes later, Sanders finally slid off her table and onto her head. "AGH!"
"Wow, when you said you were gonna scream, you weren't joking," MacArthur noted. "You okay?"
"Fine, just reawakening the concussion I probably got way back in September."
"Medical attention needed over here," Chef said. "Anyway, it looks like the Gophers win today's challenge. Y'all did good. Meet me at the campfire at eight, Killer Bass, someone's gettin' outta here."
Confessional – Amy.
"Mike said to vote off B, so I'm gonna," Amy said, writing B on a piece of paper. "I mean, it makes sense because B's way smarter than most of us. But it's kinda weird that he wants another person of his own alliance gone...it's just not like him, he's too friendly and nervous to backstab anyone the correct way."
Confessional – Sadie.
Sadie wrote MIKE on a piece of paper. "If I can even call you 'Mike' rn," she added, frowning.
Confessional – Geoff.
"Bridgette says Amy, so it's gonna be Amy, I don't have a prob there." He wrote AMY on a piece of paper.
Confessional – DJ.
"You know how it is." DJ wrote "NO THANKS" on a piece of paper.
"Y'all know how we do eliminations," Chef drolled. "When I call your name, get a marshmallow." Only four marshmallows were colored. "The marshmallows are color-coded to show how many votes you got because Chris said so. White means no votes against you, and the recipients are Bridgette, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Geoff, Harold, Sadie, Tyler, Taylor, Carrie, Sanders, MacArthur, Brick, Ennui, Shawn, Sam, Ella, Beardo, and Topher."
"So I guess I can play this, then?" "Mike" asked, pulling out his immunity idol.
"I guess," Chef sighed. The Misfits collectively groaned as Chef deactivated the idol.
"Blue means you received only one vote against you but we ain't got any." Chef pointed to the two green marshmallows that were sitting on the plate. "Green means you got more than one vote, but are still safe. Mike was supposed t' get eleven votes and get kicked out, but he's immune, so one of the greens gotta go."
"So I don't get a white one?" "Mike" asked.
"Do I look like the kinda fool who has marshmallows on hand, punk? Anyway, Crimson gets the other one." Crimson didn't react at all.
Two colored marshmallows were left. "Orange means you're on the edge, red means you just fell off it. B. Amy."
Amy glared at B.
"B, people like ya. Amy, people don't. But with five against two...
...
...
...
...
"Well, B had the second-highest number of votes after Mike, so no suspense there. Sorry kid, but your time here is done."
B sighed and got the red marshmallow sadly. But before he left for the boat, he gave Mal a disapproving look.
Confessional – Owen.
"I completely forgot about the immunity idols," Owen sighed. "And now we can't even touch him. On the plus side, our entire E-Scope knows about Mal now, so he's not gonna stay here for much longer."
"Yeah, that sucks," Chef agreed, "but the Misfits are gonna make it suck less. Thirty-nine down. Forty-five remain. Who'll win and who'll lose? Find out on
"Total.
"Drama!"
Chris jogged up to him. "So what'd I miss?"
"The entire episode."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO–"
"This gag is gettin' way too dang long."
"Oh, alright, I'll shut up."
Votes:
Bridgette – Amy
DJ – Didn't vote
Duncan – B
Eva – Mike
Geoff – Amy
Harold – Crimson
Sadie – Mike
Tyler – Mike
Taylor – B
Carrie – Mike
Sanders – Mike
MacArthur – Mike
Brick – Mike
B – Mike
Ennui – B
Crimson – B
Amy – B
Shawn – Mike
Sam – Crimson
Ella – Didn't vote
Beardo – Mike
Mike – B
Topher – Mike
Results: 11-5-2-2 Mike-B-Crimson-Amy
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), Izzy (r), Jay, Lightning, Stephanie, Cameron (nj), Ryan, B (ii)
Known active immunity idols: Josee (Crimson), Owen, Carrie, Tyler, Sammy, Lindsay, Devin, Eva, MacArthur, Ella, Beardo (Noah), Geoff (Geoff), Justin (Ella), Duncan (Alejandro)
Future eliminations immunized against: Mal (4)
Bonus clip:
"I can't believe we forgot your birthday, little buddy!" Owen exclaimed the next day in the good cabin, handing Noah a small red cupcake.
"In your defense, this island is very scant on calendars," Noah replied. He licked the icing off before popping the naked cake into his mouth. "Hm, black raspberry. Not bad."
"So that's how you eat a cupcake with minimal mess!" Sky realized. "Wow, Doki Doki got that way wrong!"
"Here, have a pencil," Cody said, handing Noah a pencil.
"And...I have my own gift," Emma said shyly. She gently kissed Noah on the cheek. "There. Now we're even."
Noah went as red as the cupcake had been.