Last time on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island! 27 new competitors were brought to the island. They said hello to the island's wildlife, which has become a little "quirky" due to months of exposure to toxic radiation. Oh yeah, and they did some totem surfing. Explosive! In the end, Max's team got so sick of his boastful claims to be an untrustworthy strategic mastermind that they sent him packing. Who will go home next? And how much pain can I put them through before then? Find out here, on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!
Intro plays.
Shawn walks through the forest, which now feels more mysterious and threatening with the threat of mutated animals. He spots a bush with berries on it. His eyes light up. He begins picking them; however, the tranquility of his foraging is abruptly shattered when a mutated, three-eyed raccoon bursts forth from the underbrush with a thunderous roar, startling him. "Aaah!"
The scream attracts the attention of Jasmine, who is also out and about. "Aye, who's that?" she calls out, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
The raccoon runs off. "It's just me," says Shawn.
Jasmine is intrigued by Shawn's early morning presence. "What are you doing out here so early?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
There's a beat of silence before Jasmine finally breaks it.
"I was just foraging for food. I don't trust Chef's cooking at all."
Shawn nods knowingly. "Same. I want to keep a stockpile just in case these mutated animals take over."
"That's… pretty wise. Though these animals are nothing compared to the critters in the outback!"
SHAWN CONFESSIONAL: Jasmine's pretty cool. It's a shame we're on different teams though. If I have to let anyone from the other team into the bunker I'm making for the Rats when the inevitable mutant takeover occurs, it would probably be her.
Brick jogs down the beach for his morning run. He comes across Dawn, cleaning up litter. He slows down. He flashes a friendly grin. "Need a hand, ma'am?"
Dawn glances up from her cleaning efforts. "Thank you, but you don't need to help me just because you were teased as a child."
"I… what? How did you…"
"It's right next to your bladder control issues and his need to be dominated."
"My need to… what? I don't…"
"It's okay. If you want to help, you can. This island is in terrible condition," Dawn seems dismayed. A seagull with two heads staggers ashore, with a plastic can ring around each head. Its plight immediately captures Dawn's attention. Dawn pulls the plastic off and sets the seagull free. "There you go, little one." The seagull drifts off to sea and is immediately grabbed by a giant tentacle and pulled underwater.
In the dingy confines of the Maggots' female cabin, Ella is practicing her scales.
"Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do-ti-la-so-fa-me-re-do-re-mi…" Her voice strikes each note with an intonated precision.
The harmony of Ella's singing, however, found no favor with her cabin mates. The annoyed protests of the disgruntled girls fills the air in response to the untimely wake-up call. Some press their pillows over their ears, attempting to blot out the sound.
"Can it!" Sugar snaps, her voice cutting through the music.
Anne Maria hurls a pillow at Ella. "I agree with Trailer Trash, put a sock in it!"
Sugar's brows furrowed in angry confusion at the sudden hostility. "What did you just call me?"
"You heard me!" Anne Maria shoots back defiantly.
Ella frowns and sighs at the strife she's caused.
ELLA CONFESSIONAL: Oh my, I didn't think my singing would be so distressing. It's how I start every day. I always thought everyone appreciated a melodious wake-up, like hearing the birds tweet at your window! (She shrugs innocently.)
Sky steps out of the cabin to escape the noise, where she sees Jo doing vigorous jumping jacks outside. "Mind if I join you?" Sky asks, her athletic sensibilities sensing a similar person.
Jo shrugs nonchalantly. "Suit yourself."
Sky begins to stretch. "So, what brought you to the show?"
"The money. The competition," Jo replies without giving it a second thought.
"That's it?" Sky presses, searching for more depth in Jo's reasons.
"I've always had a drive to win. The rest of the team better have the same mindset. But looking at our cabin, I have my doubts."
In the dorm behind them, the squabble between Sugar and Anne Maria reaches a climax. Sugar gets thrown violently out of the doorway. "Oh, just you wait!" Sugar threatens before she runs back in. More banging and yelling is heard.
SKY CONFESSIONAL: Jo has quite an ego. But considering how disorganized most of our team members are, it's good to meet someone with some resolve.
At the morning mess hall, Chef Hatchet dishes out breakfast. He scoops out some mysterious gray substance and unceremoniously deposits it on Dave's plate. "Um, is this edible?" Dave asks, eyeing the dubious creation.
"Why don't you find out?" Chef growls in reply.
Dave sits down next to the other boys of the Mutant Maggots. Cameron and Leonard are bonding over magic roleplaying games.
"My mom didn't let me play any games with the other kids. So I just had to play all roles myself," Cameron shares, with a hint of melancholy.
"That's so sad. What's a magical quest without a few friends?" Leonard replies.
Beardo is sitting nearby, listening to music on his headphones. He's nodding along and beatboxing to whatever song he's listening to, with occasional muttered lyrics. Dave notices. "Erm, I don't think we're allowed to have electronic devices on the island."
Beardo takes his headphones off. "Are you going to tell?"
"I mean…"
"You seem to be annoyed by my beatboxing. I don't think you realize what a gift I have."
"That's one way to put it," Dave responds, struggling to grasp the musical "gift."
Mike tries to intervene, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Guys, guys. No need to get upset. We're a team!"
DAVE CONFESSIONAL: Do the Total Drama people just pick the weirdest, most insufferable applicants? (Dave pauses) Wait, does that mean I'm weird and insufferable?
Meanwhile, At the Rats table, Dakota prods her unappetizing meal with a fork, a look of disgust evident on her face.. "Eww…" She pulls out a cell phone and dials a number. She tries to remain discrete as she whispers something to what is assumed to be her father on the phone.
However, Sam quickly notices. "Yo, Dakota, is that a phone?" Sam says.
Dakota's gaze shot up, annoyance flashing in her eyes. "No!" She snaps.
Sam tries to appear unthreatening in a feeble attempt to bond over contraband. "It's okay. I've been trying to hide my GameGuy from Chris since I got here. We're kind of similar. We're both attached to our devices."
Dakota rolls her eyes and puts on a forced smile. "Yeah, sure we are!"
SAM CONFESSIONAL: I don't think Dakota likes me very much. Heh heh. Which is a shame, because she's, like, the hottest girl on the island. There has to be something I can do.
Staci is unspooling another directionless story. "My great-great-great-great cousin Randall invented spoons. Before then people just used their hands to eat soup. Soup was actually invented by-"
"-Ancient China?" Scarlett interjects, her sharp intellect cutting through Staci's fable.
Staci stops talking and her face drops. "What?"
Scarlett, unyielding in her pursuit of accuracy, continues. "Soup bowls over 20,000 years old have been found in China. I think it's a bit silly to make us believe that your uncle or cousin or other relative invented something that's been around since ancient times."
"Well, yeah, that's what I meant to say. That was my ancestor in China who did that," Staci stammers, trying to save face.
Rodney, seemingly the only one not bothered by the historical inaccuracies, chimes in enthusiastically. "Wow!" he exclaims, his wide-eyed wonder earning a pleased reaction from Staci.
"I know, right?" Staci replies, grateful that someone in the room finally appreciates her family.
RODNEY CONFESSIONAL: Staci is so smart. I wish I knew that much about my family. Though there's probably not much to know. It's just farmer after farmer. Oh, there might have been a coal miner in there once.
Chris arrogantly struts into the mess hall. Lightning immediately throws a question his way before Chris can say anything. "Yo, Chris, what is this?" Lightning demands. He holds up his bowl of mystery gruel. "How is Lightning supposed to win the challenge when this is what's for breakfast?"
"It's no worse than what I've been served in cadet school," Brick replies, attempting to downplay the situation. He takes a bite and immediately proceeds to choke on his own food before violently coughing it up.
"That's your problem. Not mine," Chris retorts. "What IS my problem is how I'm going to torture you today! Meet me at the beach in 10 minutes!" Chris departs, leaving an air of impending doom behind.
On the beach, centered between two small sections of amphitheater seating, each with 13 seats representing the team members, Chris lounges at a podium with a grin. The contestants settled into their assigned seats, eying a scoreboard on the screen behind Chris, displaying both teams' scores at a daunting zero.
Chris introduces the challenge. "This challenge is called 'Taking One for the Team'! I figured since you're all new, this would be a great getting-to-know-you activity. We've gathered embarrassing truths about all of you and I'm going to read them out loud. If the truth applies to you, you should press the button in front of you. If you don't press it, then your team is treated to a little pick-me-up!" With sinister glee, Chris presses a button, and a current of electricity surges through the contestants, eliciting cries of shock.
"Freakin' psycho!" Anne Maria cries out. The others seem to agree with this sentiment.
Chris, undeterred, continues his explanation. "If no one on your team fesses up, the other team can steal!" As he prepares his question cards, the contestants exchange nervous glances, unsure of what revelations await them.
"Rats, since you lost the last challenge, you're up first. Which Rat ate so much Easter candy that they puked at church?" Chris posits the question deviously.
Without hesitation, Amy seizes the opportunity to expose her sister's past embarassment. She reaches over and presses Samey's button, proudly announcing, "It was Samey! I saw it. It was gross. It got all over the pews, and even the pastor noticed."
Samey averts her gaze from her sister shamefully. "Amy… why did you have to do that?"
Chris, showing a hint of disappointment, intervened. "Amy. The contestant in question is supposed to answer it, not you. So I'm not counting that." He perks up at the opportunity to electrocute the Rats again, which he does eagerly. The Rats all cry out in shocked pain.
Jasmine furrows her brow at Amy. "What is wrong with you? Why do you need to put your sister down like that?"
"It's true, though! People should know," Amy retorts defensively, but the response fails to satisfy Jasmine and the rest of the team. The atmosphere of tension and distrust thickens.
Chris shifts his attention to the other team for their inaugural question. "Ok, Maggots. Here's your first question. What player dressed up as a cow for a TV ad?"
Sugar presses her button immediately. "It was me! How is that embarrassing?"
Chris grins mischeviously. "Let's take a look!" The monitor flickers, revealing a younger Sugar adorned in a cow costume, clumsily dancing in an ice cream shop while belting out off-key lyrics. Laughter erupts throughout the amphitheater.
"What's so funny? It's a great ad!" Sugar defends herself defiantly.
Anne Maria couldn't resist taking a jab. "What's so funny? You look like a complete moron!"
Undeterred, Sugar shot back. "I'd like to see you do better, hussy!"
Zoey, attempting to mediate the growing tension, steps in. "She's only a little kid in that."
"Moving on," Chris declares with an air of theatricality. He retrieves another index card. "Rats. You're next!" The contestants tense up in anticipation. "This player once called his grandma a…" Chris' face drops. "Woah. Can't say THAT on TV." A chuckle escapes his lips.
"What's it say?" Rodney can't help but enquire.
"Let's just say it isn't anything nice. Not something you should be saying around ol' meemaw," Chris replies.
There is a murmur throughout the team. Finally, someone fesses up. Scott presses the button. "It was me, okay?" He admits, a mix of both shame and nonchalance in his voice.
The response doesn't sit well with Lightning, who can't fathom such behavior. "What kinda dude insults his grandma, bro?"
"She wouldn't give me money for a BB gun I wanted as a kid, okay?" Everyone gives Scott a nasty glare. "What? I was only going to shoot some squirrels with it."
Dawn, unable to hide her dismay at the idea of a wounded animal, exclaims, "That's terrible!"
"Next card!" Chris calls out. "This player peed their pants on the first, and last, day of school."
Brick blushes and tries to hide his gaze. Jo notices catches the gesture. "Team before pride, maggot," she asserts.
"Alright, it was me," Brick concedes, pressing the button. Laughter erupts from several players, causing Brick's embarrassment to deepen.
"Don't let them laugh at you, man," Mike attempts to offer reassurance to the visibly flustered Brick.
"Rats! Which player's real name is Beverly?"
"That's not embarrassing, Chris," Topher pipes up. "Who cares if a girl's real name is Beverly?"
B presses the button, slightly ashamed, and remains silent.
"What's up, BEV?" Scott teases.
"Maggots! Which player was rejected by their crush after singing to them in front of their whole class? Brutal!" Chris announces devilishly.
Sugar rolls her eyes. "Oh, please, that can only be one person." She glances at Ella.
Ella, her expression a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability, confirms Sugar's suspicions by pressing the button. "I spent so long working on that song…"
"Ha!" Sugar cackles cruelly at Ella's heartbreak. The surrounding teammates shoot glares her way, but Sugar remains unperturbed.
"Which Rat dislocated their hip in front of the whole school?" Chris announces, his eyes scanning the Rats for a reaction.
Amy glares at Samey. "Don't you dare."
Jasmine, keenly observant, intervenes. "Was it you, Amy? You better answer."
"No, it wasn't me! Samey would probably try to tell everyone it's me because she's EVIL!" Amy protests defensively, attempting to deflect the spotlight away from herself.
"...And it looks like we're out of time," Chris declares abruptly. He presses a button, and the Rats are collectively shocked by a jolt of electricity, leaving them wincing in discomfort.
"Oh, man," Rodney groans, holding his head.
"Maggots! Since no one answered for the Rats, you have the chance to steal!" Chris announces, shifting the focus to the Maggots.
"It's got to be Amy, right?" Jo declares, seizing the opportunity. "I saw her arguing over there!"
"Correct! During a cheerleading event, Amy slipped and fell and had to be stretchered out of the gymnasium! How embarrassing! Maggots steal a point from the Rats, making it 4-3 to the Maggots!"
"I thought you said that wasn't you?" Jasmine leers at Amy.
"Chris, Jasmine is harassing me!" Amy cries out, attempting to shift the blame.
"And this is my problem… how?" Chris replies, irritated by Amy's whining but revelling in the chaos.
"Anyways, next question for the Maggots. This player still sleeps with their stuffed rabbit named 'Sleepy'."
"Sleepy! What a stupid name!" Scott interjects, unable to resist a jab at the seemingly sentimental choice.
Cameron presses his button dejectedly, too ashamed to speak.
"Cameron gets a point for the Maggots!" Chris announces.
CAMERON CONFESSIONAL: I don't see how admitting this will move me down any lower in social standing than I already am. I know my fellow campers already think very little of me. (Takes out hand sanitizer and washes his hands) That's what my strategy is - if they don't see me as a threat, I can go straight to the finale without being targeted! (Cameron winces and cries out in pain) OW! I got hand sanitizer in a cut! Oh, it burns!
"Rats!" Chris says. "Next question! Who has a wart on their big toe?"
"Gross!" Topher blurts out, unable to hide his disgust.
"Topher," Jasmine chides, her stern gaze fixed on the energetic contestant. "Don't make this harder for our teammate than it already is."
The beach is momentarily silent as the Rats exchange uneasy glances. No one answers. This is followed by a collective shock as Chris triggers the electric punishment.
Chris gives the Maggots a chance to steal. "Maggots?"
"Uhh… Sam?" Dave says, hesitantly.
"...no way, bro!" Sam protests, still recovering from the residual effects of the electric shock.
"Incorrect! The correct answer is… Dakota!"
Dakota's face contorts in a mix of rage and shame. "Chris, you are the worst!" Dakota yells.
"It's okay, Dakota, it's nothing to be embarrassed about," Sam tries to comfort her.
"Thank you… whatever your name is," Dakota replies hesitantly. Sam frowns, the subtle rejection stinging despite the attempt at consolation.
Chris turns to the Maggots. "Maggots! Who on your team was broken up with on the first date because they smelled bad?"
Anne Maria, pointing confidently, singles out Sugar. "It's gotta be this girl."
"You varmint!" Sugar snaps in response. "Besides, we already did mine. How do we know it wasn't YOU?"
Jo interjects, pressing her button confidently. "It was me. The date conflicted with my exercise routine so I didn't have time to shower. So what?"
"Point for the Maggots!" Chris declares.
"Rats!" Chris exclaims, his voice carrying over the beach. "Who got last place in the school's pushup competition?"
"Not the Lightning, that's for sure!" Lightning declares, flexing his muscles with undeniable confidence.
No one answers. An electric shock goes through all of the Rats.
"Maggots! Want to take the steal?"
Jo presses her button. "Is it 'the Lightning'?" she says sarcastically.
"Jo!" Zoey says. "There's no way he would get last place in a competition like that!"
"Actually," Chris says. "He did. Point to the Maggots!"
"Oh, that was in, like, third grade or something!" Lightning defends himself, trying to salvage his pride. "Lightning doesn't care about stupid competitions; he knows he's perfect!"
"Maggots, you're really running away with this!" Chris says. "It's 8-2 Maggots. Let's see if you can keep it up. This player… punched their 7-year-old cousin? What the…"
The players gasp, except for Scott, who starts laughing. "Ha!"
Anne Maria fesses up. "Ok, first of all, I was like 9 when that happened, so there wasn't even that much of an age difference. Second of all, they, like, totally had it coming."
"What could a seven-year-old do that would warrant that?" Brick asks.
"They insulted my hair," Anne Maria explains. "Even back then, it was gorgeous." Sugar rolls her eyes but Anne Maria doesn't notice.
Chris turns back to the Rats. "Rats! You've really got to get back into this one. This player's uncle was labeled the "Disgrace of Canada" after he was caught urinating on the National Capitol."
Sam chuckles. "Sweet." Silence follows this. Staci looks a little uncomfortable but no one seems to notice. An electric shock goes through all the Rats.
"Alright, Maggots, this is your chance to steal," Chris says.
"I bet it was that Staci! She's always going on about her stupid family!" Anne Maria blurts out.
"Anne Maria… is right! The Maggots win!" Chris announces, sealing the Rats' fate.
"Are you kidding me?" Scott cries out to Staci, frustrated. "The one time your stupid family stories could have come into use and you didn't do anything about it?"
"Oh yeah, about that," Chris says. "In doing our research to find these HILARIOUS embarrassing questions, we couldn't find anything of note in Staci's family's history. Other than this hysterical story."
"Sha-what?" Lightning exclaims.
"Has ANYTHING you've forced us to listen to been true?" Topher fumes, his irritation palpable.
Rodney seems more heartbroken than angry. "Staci, say it isn't true!"
Staci, desperately trying to salvage some dignity, stammers, "Um, you guys, if you think about it, everyone is kind of related if you trace it back far enough…"
"Oh, please!" Scott scoffs, dismissing her attempt.
Staci tries to save face again. "Chris must not have done his research well enough. My great-great-great aunt Sally actually was an expert in genealogy and invented-"
"No she didn't!" Scott interrupts, shutting down Staci's feeble attempt. "Whatever you're going to say, no, she didn't."
STACI CONFESSIONAL: For the record, she, like, totally did.
MIKE CONFESSIONAL: I'm just glad they didn't get to read any embarrassing facts about ME.
Chris' grin drops. "You know, it's a shame. I had all these great cards but the Maggots did so well that I didn't get the chance to read them all." The infamous grim lights his face up again. "So I will anyway. Right now."
"Shawn was arrested for trying to shoplift chips from a 7/11!"
"Aw, it was for my stockpile!"
"Topher ate bugs as a child! That's almost as bad as Leonard eating his own boogers as a child! That's just gross, dude."
"I was a kid, okay? I didn't even know what I was doing!" Leonard protests.
"Chris, how could you do this to me? I'm your biggest fan!" Topher remonstrates.
"Rodney pees in trash cans."
"Um, ew!" Dakota sneers.
"Beardo fell down a flight of stairs at school, Sky broke her nose after running into a pole, Zoey accidentally electrocuted herself-"
"How are any of those embarrassing?" Sky asks. "They're just injuries."
"I know," Chris replies. "That's why they're hilarious!" Sky rolls her eyes. "We've got two careless drivers in the audience. Jasmine crashed her parents car on her first, and only, time behind the wheel and Dawn once hit a chipmunk with her bike."
"It was the worst day of my life," Dawn hangs her head, almost near tears. "I buried him by the road and lit candles at his grave!"
"Ok. Weird. Touching, but weird," Chris says.
"Dave once started crying in class. Mike's in a similar boat, except he started yelling at his own teacher."
"Mike? Is that true?" Zoey, visibly shocked, questions Mike's seemingly calm demeanor.
"It's, uh, I mean, uh…I don't…yeah?" Mike fumbles with his words.
MIKE CONFESSIONAL: Okay, so I have a bit of a problem. 95% of the time I am completely calm. Okay? I'm a nice guy. But there are certain things that can just completely set me off. I try to control it but my emotions can often get the better of me.
Chris rounds up his list. "Sam farted on his only date, and Scarlett got rejected for every private school she applied to. Who's the brainiac now?"
SCARLETT CONFESSIONAL: I AM smart. It's just the interviews I failed. People seemed to find me off-putting. I can't imagine why.
The revelation of each other's embarrassing moments fractures the contestants' perceptions, leaving some in shame, others skeptical, and a few on the receiving end of mean-spirited glares. "Wow, I can feel the drama here," Chris exclaims. "It's DELICIOUS! Anyways, Rats, you gotta vote someone else off tonight. See you at the campfire."
Underneath the summer afternoon sun, the guys from the Toxic Rats—Scott, Rodney, Lightning, Sam, Topher, and B—gather outside their cabin, nursing the sting of another defeat.
"Losing again? Chris must be too intimidated by how strong Lightning is so he rigged the challenges against him!" Lightning boasts, flexing his muscles.
"You realize you're one of the reasons we lost, right?" Scott retorts. "Why shouldn't we vote you off right now?"
"Because you'd have to be sha-dumb to vote off the Lightning!"
Sam interjects with a more pragmatic viewpoint. "He's kind of right, Scott. Most challenges are going to be physical, and he's definitely one of our strongest players."
"One of? I AM the strongest player!"
Scott counters, "You're also one of the most annoying. Your ego cost us the game."
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: I want to get rid of all the strongest players early on. I'm trying to get the guys to vote Lightning but they won't budge!
"We should vote Dakota," Topher says. "What does she offer the team? Plus, I don't think Chris likes her."
"Not Dakota!" Sam interjects.
"She's a total attention-monger, a completely self-absorbed princess," argues Topher. "Unlike me!"
Sam attempts to introduce Staci as a possible elimination. "What about Staci? What does she offer other than annoying stories that go nowhere? And they aren't even true!"
Rodney defends Staci, "Not Staci! I like her stories. They're so… interesting."
Topher retorts, "Maybe for some country boy who hasn't left his farm in 16 years. But for people in the real world, she's just an annoyance."
"We should vote off Amy!" Lightning suggests. "She lost us TWO points! She didn't answer her own question AND she answered her sister's question."
Rodney quickly comes to Amy's defense, "Yeah, but she's nice, too!"
Scott, growing frustrated, questions Rodney. "Do you have brain trauma? She's the meanest one on the island! Do you just defend every girl here?"
"It's not my fault they're so nice…" Rodney mumbles.
"You keep saying 'nice,'" says Scott. "Let me tell you something. This show ain't about being nice. It's about winning. Nice don't have anything to do with it!"
Samey sits on the steps of the Rats' cabin, the weight of the day's challenges evident on her face. Jasmine walks up to her amicably. "You know, you really have to do something about your sister," Jasmine begins, taking a seat next to Samey.
Samey looks up, her eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and frustration. "What?"
"I mean, your little rivalry cost us the challenge," Jasmine replies. "You two really need to bury the hatchet. Not just for your own sake, but for the team's."
"I know, it's just so hard to reason with her," Samey replies with a sigh. "She's just set out on making me miserable. I'm pretty sure that's why she joined the show in the first place."
"Come on, you two are blood-related. You're twins! There has to be some sort of connection there," Jasmine insists.
"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" Samey laments, absentmindedly picking at the ground with a stick.
JASMINE CONFESSIONAL: Amy and Samey rivalry is really starting to be a burden on the team. If Samey doesn't do anything about it, then I will.
Jasmine decides to confront Amy and heads into the cabin where Amy is lying in bed. "Amy, you cost us the challenge today because of your sister. Would you mind explaining why?"
Amy sits up, defensively. "I cost the challenge? It was Samey! She didn't answer her question!"
Jasmine scowls. "No, you didn't answer YOUR question and you answered your sister's FOR her. This is on you!"
A high-pitched, mystical voice from the back of the cabin is heard. "Maybe it stems from Amy's need for individuality and a unique sense of self." Jasmine and Amy turn to see Dawn sitting cross-legged, seemingly appearing out of nowhere in a meditative position.
"What? Where did you come from?" Amy exclaims.
"No, maybe you should hear her out, Amy," says Jasmine. "Have you ever thought that you simply feel insecure about being around someone so genetically similar to you, yet so different personality-wise?"
"We're NOTHING alike!" Amy snaps.
"I know that, but you both dress the exact same and look the exact same. Have you ever considered, say, changing your appearance?" Jasmine suggests.
Dawn interjects. "I think this issue is a lot more than simple surface-level appearances. While a physical change could help alter the visual association with one's sense of self, this is something that runs-"
"Get Samey to do it!" Amy interrupts.
Some time later, in the washroom, Jasmine guides Samey in front of a mirror with her eyes covered. "...and…voila!" Jasmine unveils Samey's new appearance – blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a white shirt and jacket not too dissimilar from Jasmine's, except a few sizes too big.
"Well, I certainly don't look like Amy anymore…" Samey admits, studying her reflection. The clothes still look awkward on her.
"I think you look marvelous," Jasmine says with a reassuring smile.
Another campfire ceremony for the Rats. They pile into the seating area around the glowing firepit which illuminates the dark blue night. Samey is one of the last to arrive, wearing her new oversized clothes. Amy immediately points and laughs. "What are those, your pajamas? You look like a kid playing dress-up!" Samey winces and rubs her arm insecurely.
"Chin up, Samey," Jasmine encourages. "She's just insecure that you're becoming your own person."
As everyone settles in, Chris, the bearer of both good and bad news, takes the spotlight. "Welcome, Rats," Chris announces. "Another loss. A pretty brutal loss, too. Like, it wasn't even CLOSE. What an embarrassment!"
"No need to rub it in!" Dakota responds, voicing the collective sentiment of the team.
"I have twelve marshmallows here on this plate, and Chef has one toxic marshmallow of loserdom. There are thirteen of you in front of me. You do the math. Someone's going home," Chris teases.
But before revealing the unfortunate departure, Chris decides to spare a few from the immediate suspense. "But it's not going to be Topher. Or Jasmine, Dawn, Sam, B, Scarlett, Rodney, or Scott." Chris tosses marshmallows to the fortunate names he called.
"Lightning, Amy, Samey, Dakota, and Staci. You all failed to score a point for your team in this challenge. So it's no surprise you're all on the chopping block!" Chris pauses again for suspense. "The next marshmallows go to… Samey and Lightning."
"Sha-bam! About time!" Lightning exclaims, a mix of relief and bravado in his tone.
"Also safe is… Dakota. Somehow," Chris declares, tossing Dakota a marshmallow.
"Rude!" scoffs Dakota, a hint of mock offense in her retort. Yet the tension hangs thick in the air as the remaining two contestants await their fate.
"Staci. Amy. One of you is going home tonight." Chris revels in the moment, relishing the power to decide the fate of two contestants. Staci and Amy stand on the precipice of elimination. Staci's expression is that of fear while Amy seems more irritated at an inconvenience.
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"What? But I was doing so good!" Staci protests. The toxic marshmallow is thrown at Staci. She catches it and all her hair falls out.
"Eww!" All the contestants reel back in horror and disgust.
"Staci!" Rodney exclaims. He runs up to her. "I just want to say that I… I didn't vote for you. You're like, the coolest girl I've ever met. Even without the hair!"
Amy, unable to hide her disdain, makes a gagging motion with her finger.
"Really? That's like, so nice!" Staci responds with a genuine smile. "I just-"
"Boring!" Chris interjects, eager to move on to the next spectacle. Chef grabs Staci, abruptly interrupting the sentimental moment, and drags her off.
At the Dock of Shame, Staci undergoes a hosing-off ritual courtesy of the Detox of Shame before being unceremoniously tossed into the Boat of Losers. Chris turns to the camera. "Another annoying camper down. Who will fall next? And will they still have their hair by the time I'm done with them? Find out right here on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!"
VOTING RESULTS:
Staci (5 votes, eliminated): B, Dakota, Sam, Scarlett, Dawn
Amy (3 votes): Samey, Lightning, Jasmine
Dakota (2 votes): Topher, Staci
Lightning (2 votes): Scott, Rodney
Samey (1 vote): Amy