Last time on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island! Our campers were treated to a cute little icebreaker called "Truth or Electro-Shock!" Zap! Haha. Some shocking revelations were revealed. Like Staci's stories being a load of baloney! Amy and Samey's rivalry cost their team the win but in the end it was compulsive liar Staci who was given the toxic marshmallow of loserdom, much to Rodney's chagrin. I woke up in a good mood today, which means it's time to mess with our campers some more! Who will crack under the pressure? Find out right here, on Total! Drama! Revenge of the island!
Intro plays.
Morning on the Wawanakwa campground. Hairless mutated squirrels chitter and chase each other. Birds with freakishly large bodies attempt to use their normal-sized wings to lift themselves off the ground. A two-headed bunny hops about.
From opposite sides of the camp, Jo and Brick come jogging towards each other, the intensity of their morning workouts apparent in their breathlessness. They collide with each other. Jo gets up and wastes no time in initiating a conversation. "Just finished my 5k run. You?"
"8k!"
"I mean I did a 8k warmup, then 5k at a full sprint."
"My entire run was uphill!"
"Yea, uphill with my eyes shut."
"I ran backwards with earplugs."
"Why earplugs?"
"I don't know!"
"Team Maggot is lucky to have us," Jo finally concedes, a rare admission of teamwork. "There's a reason why we're undefeated."
JO CONFESSIONAL: Yeah, the reason is ME. I got us THREE points in the last challenge. I told my truth and guessed Lightning and Amy. What did Brick do other than tell everyone he wets his army-issue boxers? Still, he's useful enough to keep around, at least for a while, as long as he stays loyal. Which he WILL, because all he knows how to do is FOLLOW ORDERS.
The Maggot boys cabin is buzzing with activity as Beardo, the beatboxing enthusiast, decides to share his musical talents with his fellow teammates. Shawn, Cameron, Leonard, Mike, and Dave find themselves recipients of an unexpected donation.
"Everyone, I'd like to give you all a gift," Beardo announces enthusiastically, drawing the attention of the boys. From his bag, he produces a stack of CDs, a proud smile on his face. "Check this out."
"Um, what is that?" Cameron asks.
Beardo, eager to share his creation, replies, "It's a CD of my newest beatbox songs," as he distributes copies to the perplexed boys.
Dave, however, raises his hands in a preemptive refusal. "Uh, I appreciate it, but no thanks."
"It's free, man. Why don't you take it?"
"I mean, I don't know where it's been and-"
"It's been in my bag. Safe. Clean."
Mike interjects. "Just take the CD, Dave!"
Dave delicately and reluctantly plucks the case out of Beardo's hand and holds it like he was holding something filthy.
"Oh, for goodness sake," Beardo exclaims. "It'd be a lot less insulting if you just came out and said you don't want it!"
DAVE CONFESSIONAL: Okay, so I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. And okay, I find Beardo's beatboxing a little annoying. But can you blame me? …Can you?
In the Rats' female cabin, Scarlett is deeply engrossed in her work, sitting on her bed with a pile of graph paper and a pen in hand. The rhythmic scratching of the pen against the paper is the only sound in the room until Jasmine enters, breaking the silence.
"Whatcha workin' on, Scarlett?"
Jasmine, her towering presence looming over Scarlett, peers curiously at the meticulous notes being scrawled on the graph paper.
"Oh, nothing, just my diary," Scarlett fibs.
"Private stuff, then? Alright," Jasmine accepts Scarlett's explanation with a nod, apparently satisfied with the response. She leaves Scarlett to her "diary" and heads out of the cabin.
SCARLETT CONFESSIONAL: I'm creating a spreadsheet compiling a profile of every contestant on the island. Their physical attributes, their mental attributes, their strengths and weak points, and any other relevant data. It will be a useful information source as the competition progresses. I just need to lay low and keep an observant eye on every player.
In the mess hall, Scarlett continues her surveillance of the remaining cast. Jo and Brick compete to finish their food first. Dave skeptically pokes at his food with a fork. Scott carelessly flings a glob of food across the room that hits Leonard in the face. Scarlett smiles slyly and scribbles down more observations.
Lightning is eating his food when he suddenly jumps up in his seat. He's choking. Lightning hacks and gags, trying to dislodge whatever is in his throat, when Dawn runs over and performs the Heimlich maneuver. After a few thrusts, Lightning coughs up a small cockroach.
"Okay, ew!" Anne Maria exclaims, expressing the sentiments of the group.
Lightning, visibly relieved, expresses his gratitude, albeit in his characteristically brash manner. "Phew, thanks, creepy girl!"
Unfazed by the commotion, Dawn picks up the dislodged cockroach from the ground, seemingly unaware of Lightning's brief brush with mortality. "Hmm? For what?" she replies casually. "You're safe now, little one."
Amidst the discord, Sam, looking around at his team's table, notices a conspicuous absence. "Hey, has anyone seen Topher?" he inquires, prompting his teammates to exchange shrugs and puzzled glances.
Chris is at his trailer on the phone. "Well, I didn't know they were poisonous at the time! Okay. Okay. Bye." Chris hangs up his cell and a figure approaches behind him.
"Yo! Chris! Looking good," Topher says.
Chris is surprised by Topher's sudden appearance. "Topher… what are you doing here?"
"Just seeing how our magnificent host starts his day! So is your hair just naturally like that, or do you comb it?"
"Oh, it's natural," Chris soaks up the easy compliments. His hair and makeup team can be seen in the background, seething at their lack of acknowledgement.
"Nice, nice. What's your skincare routine?"
Chris pauses. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Just wondering how you get that glow I see on TV. But now that I'm up close… you seem to have missed some areas around your eyes. There's some crow's feet there."
"Crow's feet…?" The mention of a potential facial imperfection catches Chris off guard. Concerned about his on-screen appearance, he summons his makeup team. "MAKEUP! GET OVER HERE!"
In the bathrooms, Samey tries to fine-tune her new look to separate herself from Amy. She has found a white shirt and red shorts that fit better, and has kept her hair tied back in a ponytail.
"You look terrible. Are those your pajamas?"
Samey turns around to see Amy watching her. Instead of responding, Samey just leaves.
"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" Amy cries after Samey, but Samey ignores her.
Samey walks outside, where most of the contestants are gathered, waiting. Jasmine spots Samey. "Hey Samey, glad you finally found some clothes that fit! They look great."
"Thanks Jasmine. What are we all standing around here for?"
Dakota jumps in. "Chris is taking forever to get here."
Chris finally pulls up on a quad with Chef. "You really think you can't see them anymore? Are you sure?" Chris asks Chef about his crow's feet. Chef just rolls his eyes.
Chris hops off the quad. "Alright campers. Today's challenge is going to take place on the west side of the island. Just look for the giant pile of junk."
Scott decides to press Chris for an explanation for his tardiness. "Um, what took you so long?"
"You know… just doing host… stuff," Chris' expression falters. Admitting he spent an extra 15 minutes in makeup because of Topher's comment would be too embarrassing.
Cameron raises his hand. "Chris, can I sit this challenge out? I think I have the sniffles."
A couple campers snicker at the use of the childish word 'sniffles'.
"No! Everyone must compete," Chris replies.
"Aw," Cameron wipes his nose on his sleeve. Dave grimaces at this unhygienic behavior.
"Here you go, little boy," Ella hands Cameron a handkerchief.
"Thank you, but I'm the same age as all of you!" Cameron replies before loudly blowing his nose.
CAMERON CONFESSIONAL: I've been in a bubble so long that I haven't been exposed to a lot of the major pathogens. It only makes sense that I would come down with some sort of disease. It's probably minor though, and considering we're all likely being exposed to at least some level of radiation on this island, I should count myself lucky it isn't worse.
"Welcome to the Wawanakwa junkyard!" Chris gestures with his hands at the challenge location. An array of items are arranged in large piles, from useful building materials such as sheets of metal and wood planks to more useless, fetid articles such as waste from Chef's kitchen. "This is where your challenge will take place. You must dig through the garbage and find enough useful materials to build some sort of shelter. At the end of the day, Chef and I will take a look at your shelters, and whichever one seems more liveable will be the winner. And the losers will have a date with me at the campfire ceremony… oh yeah, by the way, this junkyard has a few… inhabitants. Heh, heh, heh. Bombs away!"
"What do you mean, 'inhabitants'?" Asks Mike.
Chris grins mischievously. "You'll see!"
Taking the lead for the Maggots, Shawn declares, "Okay, I built a bomb shelter in my backyard, so I've got a bit of practice building structures that can withstand a lot of trauma."
Zoey asks the obvious. "...Why did you build a bomb shelter?"
"I'd be crazy not to! You never know when a nuclear war is going to break out!"
ZOEY CONFESSIONAL: Shawn strikes me as a little… paranoid… but he has a lot of survival skills that are useful in challenges.
On the Rats' team, Sam lazily attempts to pull some materials out of a pile. "Ugh…" he moans. He looks over to Rodney, who seems lost in thought. "Rodney, is something wrong, bro?"
Rodney gazes wistfully into the distance, his mind seemingly elsewhere. "It's just… Staci. Why did we have to vote her off? She was such a-"
Scott interjects, completing Rodney's sentence, "-annoying, lying, unhelpful sack of dead weight? Yeah, you're right."
RODNEY CONFESSIONAL: I don't know why the rest of the team hated Staci. She was one of the best members on our team! How will I ever find a girl to match her magic?
Rodney looks over at Amy, who's being cruel to her sister Samey as usual. "Don't make me touch this junk, it's gross. Of course you'd be willing to touch it, because you're trash, so you fit right in. You probably got your new clothes at this garbage dump, too."
Rodney's expression suddenly softens as he becomes inexplicably enamored with Amy.
Topher triumphantly extracts a thin plank of wood. "Got some wood!" he declares, showcasing his find.
Scarlett, the discerning intellect of the group, scrutinizes Topher's discovery. "Hmm… it's balsa. Not an ideal material."
Her keen observation earns a nod of approval from Jasmine. "Good eye, Scarlett!"
Meanwhile, B, seemingly a step ahead, swiftly gathers materials with a clear vision in mind. As he lifts a piece of sheet metal, an unexpected surprise awaits him—an exceptionally large cockroach, nearly the size of a human. Recoiling in terror, B instinctively employs the metal sheet as a makeshift shield when the colossal insect breathes forth a burst of flames.
"Ew, ew, ew!" Dakota exclaims, repulsed. "Giant beetle!"
Scarlett corrects, "It's a cockroach; cockroaches aren't beetles."
Sam panics. "Whatever it is, it's trying to burn up B!"
"Wait!" Dawn says. She pulls the cockroach out from her pocket that she saved from Lightning earlier in the day. She holds it up to the giant cockroach. "Is this what's causing you distress?"
The cockroach's expression almost seems to soften, though it is difficult to tell with something like a cockroach. The small cockroach in Dawn's hands leaps out and runs to what one can only assume is its parent. They share a touching reunion and crawl off.
"Heh. Cool," Sam finally utters.
"Isn't nature beautiful?" Dawn fawns. Scott rolls his eyes.
Amidst the Mutant Maggots, Shawn's ambitious plan to construct a bomb shelter appears to be unraveling, leading to a clash of ideas within the team.
"I've always wanted to have a giant wizard's tower!" Leonard declares, extending his arms dramatically to emphasize his vision.
Ella, ever supportive, adds her enthusiasm, "That sounds exciting!"
However, Dave, wary of deviating from Shawn's strategy, protests, "No… no.. we should stick to Shawn's plan!"
Sugar, always up for an adventure, contributes, "I like the wizard. Wizards are smart. I think we should do the tower!"
Beardo makes a dinging noise. "Wizard's tower!". His pointed glare at Dave hints at a touch of spite in his decision.
Seeing the chaos unfold, Jo steps in, wielding her authority. "Can everyone who just said yes to the wizard's tower please leave and never come back? There's no way we could build a structurally stable tower with this junk."
"Thank you!" Dave says.
Attempting to find middle ground, Zoey proposes a compromise. "What if we compromise? A bunker that has a wizard's tower added onto it!"
Leonard approves, "Marvelous! Sugar, Ella, Beardo, and I can work on the tower since we all like that idea."
Looking to Jo for support, Dave hopes for reasonability. "Eh. Whatever," Jo dismissively shrugs.
An exasperated Dave exclaims, "No! Come on! That's way too much work!"
Jo, unfazed, dismisses the concerns. "Just let the nerds build their little tower. It's not like they're going to be much use to us building the actual shelter." Asserting her leadership, she adds, "As team leader, I order it."
A dispute arises as Brick challenges Jo's claim. "I thought I was the team leader!"
Jo retorts, "I didn't hear you call it!"
"I didn't hear YOU call it!"
Ella, attempting to diffuse the tension, suggests, "Why can't you BOTH be team leaders?"
Dismissive and agitated, Jo growls, "Oh, shut up and build your tower!" Ella, feeling dejected, frowns and walks away.
Meanwhile, on the Rats, B begins communicating his plan to his team. He points up to the tree canopy and gestures at the materials he's gathered.
Dawn deciphers B's plan. "B wants us to build up high, and he needs our help getting the materials up there."
"In the trees? Isn't that dangerous?" asks Sam. "What if we fell or something?"
"Haven't you ever had a treehouse as a kid?" Jasmine asks.
"Uh, no, actually. My room was enough. That's where all the wall plugs were for my games. Heh heh," Sam replies.
Unfazed, Jasmine states, "Well, I think it's a good idea. Let's climb!"
Scott, the skeptic, interjects, "Wait! Why should we put all our trust into this guy? What if he's wrong?"
Jasmine, considering the urgency of the challenge, responds, "Unless there are any better ideas, it's a risk we're going to have to take. Time is ticking."
Scott sighs, acknowledging the practicality of the situation. Scarlett raises an eyebrow, observing Scott's reservations and signaling potential tension within the team dynamics.
SCARLETT CONFESSIONAL: Scott seems to be interested in casting doubt on our team's strongest players. A pretty transparent plan to eliminate people he sees as threats. He's not very good at it, but I should take note of this. He could be useful later…
As B hammers in planks of wood around the tree, Shawn's bunker is beginning to take shape. Leonard, meanwhile, is building a tower by simply stacking various materials on top of each other. A few hours pass as the sun reaches its peak in the sky and begins to descend toward an impending sunset.
In the late afternoon, Chris returns to the challenge site to check on the finished products. "Alright campers, your time is up! Let's see what you've got here."
Chris examines the teams' shelters. The Rats' shelter is a large, study treehouse situated reasonably aboveground with steps hammered to the tree for easy climbing access. "A treehouse. Impressive, Rats…"
Chris turns his attention to the Maggots' shelter. Shawn's bunker is made of various pieces of sheet metal and has a roof that slants up to a flat top. Right next to it is an unstable, teetering tower cobbled together with a wide assortment of materials. "Maggots… what's going on here?"
"We couldn't settle on one design so we opted for both!" Sky answers.
"And by both, you mean an actual shelter and some sort of large… obelisk…thing?"
"It's a wizard's tower!" Leonard proudly announces.
Chris grimaces. "Yeah, whatever you say, man."
"What? Isn't it obvious?" Leonard retorts, visibly irritated.
Chris ignores this and instead adopts a mischievous grin and declares, "It's difficult to judge these structures without giving them a test. So, for part two of this challenge, you're going to spend the night in them!"
The contestants sound their frustration and fury.
"I have to sleep in a tree? Like a squirrel?" Scott protests. A hairless squirrel hops out of a bush and fires a quick laser at Scott's feet before scurrying away. "Aah! I'm sorry, okay?"
"How's Lightning supposed to get his beauty sleep out here in the woods?" Lightning irately questions.
"Not my problem, bro," Chris casually replies.
Scarlett, seeking clarity, inquires, "Excuse me, how does one 'win' this challenge?"
"The winner of the challenge is the one whose structure withstands the night of Wawanakwa the best."
"What's there to withstand?" asks Zoey.
"You've all seen the wildlife. You know how they can get," Chris ominously hints.
The contestants' faces drop in fear, other than Dawn, who peacefully feeds a piece of clover to a horrifically mutated rabbit, seemingly unbothered by its appearance.
"Well, good luck! Try to stay alive!" Chris chuckles before driving off on his quad leaving the contestants to face the impending challenge of surviving the night.
As the sun sets and the sky turns purple with twilight, the Rats examine their quarters for the night.
"Hey, great job, you guys," Sam compliments, appreciating the sturdiness and safety of their structure. Thin slits serve as windows to allow a gentle influx of light.
Scott, attempting to subtly assess the structural integrity, knocks the floorboards with his shoes, searching for potential weak spots to point out. However, his efforts prove fruitless. "What if one of us fell out or something?" he raises.
"Fall out of what? The windows are too small, and the floor is pretty sturdy," Jasmine replies, skeptical.
"I'm just trying to look out for the team! Team safety!" Scott defensively justifies his concern, earning a scowl from B.
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: B thinks he's so smart but once I can sabotage one of his little creations he won't know what hit him! (Scott throws a rock against the wall of the confessional, which bounces back and hits him in the face.) OW! It's just way too hard to do that right now, and I think the team is getting suspicious, so I might have to wait for another time…
In the Maggots' camp, Jo takes charge of organizing sleeping quarters. "Since the wizard kid, little miss sunshine, Weird-o, and the talking bowl of grits made the tower, they get to sleep in it," she asserts, referring to Leonard, Ella, Beardo, and Sugar respectively.
"Fine by me!" Leonard says with prideful confidence. The four of them enter the tower only to discover how small it really is inside. Instead of building with width in mind, they simply built straight up. There isn't even enough room for anyone to lie down.
"Um…"
"Maybe if we just…"
"Try moving that way…"
"Quit touching me!"
In contrast, Shawn's bunker offers a more spacious retreat. Rudimentary benches and ample floor space provide room for everyone else.
"Nice work, you guys!" Sky praises, acknowledging the more functional design.
"If I had more time and better materials, I could build one like the one I have in my yard - one capable of withstanding 30 kilotons," Shawn boasts.
"I'm sure this will do fine," Mike reassures.
As the night deepens, the Rats find themselves relatively comfortable in their secure treehouse. Some members have even already succumbed to sleep.
However, Scott, ever the instigator, decides to cast more doubt on B's building skills. "Anyone else find it really hard to sleep on this hard wood floor?"
"Not until you woke me up, jerk!" Amy retorts, still groggy from her interrupted sleep.
"Whatev. I'm gonna go for a walk," Scott declares, nonchalantly pushing a few disgruntled teammates out of his way to reach the exit.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? It's probably unsafe out here," Samey cautions.
"Trust me. I know what I'm doing," Scott responds curtly as he descends the ladder, leaving the safety of the treehouse behind.
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: My plan was this. Get one of the crazy mutant animals to destroy the house, B gets blamed, B goes home. Easy peasy.
SCARLETT CONFESSIONAL: Scott's clearly trying to find a way to undermine B's respect from the team. But he's too stupid to realize he's putting himself in the crosshairs instead.
Scott roams the darkened landscape, a mischievous glint in his eye as he searches for a mutant animal. "Come on, where are those little freaks when you need 'em?" His quest leads him to a hairless squirrel. Perfect!" The squirrel fixes its gaze on Scott with large, curious eyes. "Just follow me, little guy." Scott produces a handful of almonds from his pocket. "Found these in the trash heap. I'm sure you're not too picky about that." Intrigued by the promise of a snack, the squirrel tails Scott toward the shelters. Positioning the squirrel beneath the treehouse, Scott hatches his plan. "Now, I just need to get you mad!" He picks up a small rock and tosses it near the squirrel. In response, the rodent's eyes light up with defensive rage, and it fires a laser bolt. Scott skillfully evades the beam, but instead of hitting the treehouse, it hits part of the wizard's tower. The tower teeters dramatically and precariously before, in a crescendo of destruction, the tower crashes down with a thunderous roar on top of the bunker. The impact resonates through the air, sending shockwaves through the surrounding junkyard. As the dust settles, the adjacent bunker now bears the brunt of the tower's collapse. The once-sturdy structure is marred by the impact, its walls dented, and its roof partially collapsed. Inside, the Maggots, caught in the upheaval, cry out in a symphony of surprise and fear. Slowly, the survivors emerge from the wreckage, disoriented and shaken.
Anne Maria's voice cuts through the confusion. "Ay, what happened? It's hard enough getting any shut-eye out here without the earth crumblin' in!" Anne Maria says. A stray piece of rubble falls on her, but breaks when it hits her indestructible poof of hair. Anne Maria doesn't even seem to notice.
Leonard, devastated, mourns over the remnants of his toppled tower. "My tower!" he laments, as if the collapse of the hastily assembled structure was an unforeseeable tragedy.
"YOUR tower just fell on OUR bunker! Now what are we supposed to do?" Dave snaps, pointing out the obvious consequence of Leonard's architectural misadventure.
"How could this happen…" Leonard seems utterly baffled by this entirely foreseeable event.
Scott tries to sneak off by climbing up the ladder back to his team's house. Of course, the team heard the giant crash and are waiting for him, with divided feelings.
"All right, Scott!" Topher praises. "Way to sabotage the other team!"
Feigning pride, Scott seizes the chance to gain his team's loyalty and respect. "Uhh… yeah… that was me! I did that!" he declares, reveling in the attention.
However, not everyone is quick to celebrate. Jasmine, ever pragmatic, raises concerns about the potential danger and harm caused to the opposing team. "Don't you think that's a bit dangerous? They might be hurt, and now they have no shelter!"
"Hey, whose team are you on, sha-traitor?" Lightning accuses.
JASMINE CONFESSIONAL: I was worried about Shawn, okay? Even if he is on the opposite team, I'd hate to see anything bad happen to him. Ugh, this is getting in the way of my game!
Sugar, with a touch of indignation, voices the immediate concern on every Maggots' mind. "Where are we supposed to sleep now?"
"Maybe we can piece it back together!" Brick suggests nervously, trying not to let his anxiety show.
"Guys, I think we have some bigger problems…" Cameron warns fearfully. He points to a raccoon the size of a bear, with spikes on its back like a stegosaurus. It does not look happy. As realization sets in, the Maggots erupt in screams of terror. The mutated raccoon gives chase, prompting the Maggots to flee into the depths of the forest.
Early the next morning, Chris arrives at the challenge site on his ATV. "Morning, campers," he begins, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. However, as he lays eyes upon the Maggots' shattered shelter, his initial composure falters, replaced by genuine surprise. "Oh, this is awesome!" A burst of laughter escapes him, the sheer spectacle of the Maggots' misfortune proving entertaining for the sadistic host. "I'll have to check the camera footage to see what happened!" he exclaims, reveling in the disaster and envisioning the potential goldmine of drama captured during the night.
Turning his attention to the still-standing treehouse of the Rats, Chris saunters over with a smirk on his face. "Rats, you win by default!" he declares. "The entire Maggot team seems to have disappeared somewhere!"
Chris revs up his vehicle and drives towards another tree nestled deeper within the forest. The disheveled Maggots, worn out and sleep-deprived, are revealed to all be hiding in a large tree. "Maggots, you can come down now. You lost." The weariness on their faces tells the tale of a night spent fleeing Wawanakwa's nocturnal inhabitants. Dark circles under their eyes bear witness to the sleepless ordeal. The groans of frustration escape them collectively and they slowly descend the tree to face the consequences of their loss.
Elimination night descends upon the Maggots as they trudge wearily towards the ominous glow of the campfire, where the air is thick with tension. Chris welcomes them to their elimination ceremony.
"Maggots, welcome!" Chris says. "You may not be familiar with how we run things here, this being your first elimination ceremony and all. Those who are safe get a marshmallow. The person who is going home gets the Marshmallow of Toxic Loserdom and cannot return. Ever." Chef steps out in a hazmat suit holding the metal box which contains the radioactive marshmallow. The contestants reel back in disgust.
"The first marshmallow goes to… Zoey." Chris tosses a grateful Zoey her marshmallow. "Also safe is Sky…
Cameron…
Mike…
…and Brick."
Chris pauses again for suspense. "Next ones safe are Shawn.
Anne Maria.
Ella.
Sugar.
Jo."
Dave, Beardo, and Leonard remain marshmallow-less. Dave feigns confidence but is deeply nervous. "The second to last marshmallow goes to… Beardo."
Dave, now visibly tense, can't hide his surprise. "What?" The revelation leaves him in disbelief.
"Dave. Your constant complaining and criticizing has landed you in hot water. And Leonard. Your crappy wizard's tower fell over and cost your team the challenge." Chris takes the final marshmallow off the tray and holds it in between his two fingers. "And the final marshmallow goes to…"
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A sigh of relief escapes Dave as he catches his marshmallow. "Yes!"
Leonard hangs his head. "I should have seen this coming. But clairvoyance was never my strongest attribute."
"Leonard, looks like you've cast your last spell," Chris declares, sealing the fate of the eccentric wizard.
Chef takes his tongs and walks the toxic marshmallow over to Leonard. "Uh, no thanks," Leonard leans uneasily away from the toxic marshmallow. Chef drops it near Leonard's feet.
At the Dock of Shame, Chris takes out the hose for the Detox of Shame. "Here's my favorite part!" Chris blasts Leonard with the hose. The force is so hard it pushes Leonard into the water. "You got my cloak wet! This thing was custom-made!" Leonard complains. "You're worse than a dark warlock of fire!"
Unmoved, Chris sentences Leonard to a boat trip home. "Uh, yeah. Whatever that means, I don't care. Chef, get him in the boat." Chef picks up Leonard from the back of his cloak and tosses him into the back of the medic boat. "Don't forget to see your doctor for any lingering radiation!" Chris shouts after Leonard as the boat departs. "See, I do care!" Chris grins. "Three down so far, and oh-so-many more left to keep tormenting. What will I force these desperate teens to do next? Find out right here on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!"
VOTING RESULTS:
Leonard (6 votes, eliminated): Dave, Jo, Zoey, Mike, Shawn, Sky
Dave (3 votes): Beardo, Sugar, Leonard
Beardo (2 votes): Cameron, Brick
Sugar (2 votes): Anne Maria, Ella