Last time on Total Drama: Revenge of the Island! We had our campers pay a visit to the local scrapyard! There they had to build a shelter out of whatever they could find. The Rats built a treehouse. The Maggots couldn't decide what to build so they built TWO designs, only to have one fall on top of the other thanks to some accidentally-on-purpose meddling by Scott. In the end, it was Leonard who had to pack up his potions and leave. Who will follow in his loser-stained footsteps? Find out right here on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!
Intro plays.
Dawn serenity hangs upside down from her bunk bed, engaging in what appears to be a conversation with a bird perched on the windowsill. "Really? Oh, no!"
Dakota, annoyed, covers her head with her pillow to block out the noise. "Will you keep it down? If I don't get my beauty sleep, I'll lose it!"
Dawn responds with an insight that cuts deep. "Yes, because your need for fame is really a depressed cry for love."
Caught off guard, Dakota retorts defensively, "Who told you that? My therapist?"
Dawn calmly enlightens her, "I see people's auras. And it looks like someone threw up on yours..."
Meanwhile, in the forest, Scott delves into the underbrush with determined intensity, scrutinizing every nook and cranny for a coveted prize—the Immunity Idol.
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: I need that Immunity Idol. As far as I know, no one has found it yet. If I want my strategy to work I have to have it!
Scott rummages through a bush. His hands grab onto something. A mixture of shock and revulsion sweeps over Scott's face as his hands clutch onto an unexpected discovery. "What the—?" The suspense heightens as he extracts his find, revealing a deformed, mutated chipmunk. The creature hisses menacingly and spits up an acidic substance that hits the ground with an audible sizzle. Scott hastily discards the mutated chipmunk, watching it hop away into the forest. His eyes follow it and he spots Jasmine talking with Shawn. "What have we here…?" Scott says mischievously.
A gathering of girls have formed an impatient queue outside the bathroom, exchanging glances and sighs of frustration. Sugar approaches the group, disdained. "What're y'all standin' around for?" she questions.
Ella responds with a slightly exasperated tone, "Anne Maria's been in there for a terribly long time, and won't let any of us in!"
"Annie Marie?" Sugar butchers Anne Maria's name, but it is unclear if this was on purpose or not. "I hate that little harlot!" Sugar walks toward the door.
"Sugar, it's locked," Zoey interjects.
Undeterred, Sugar kicks the door down effortlessly and barges in. "Ay! Back off!" Anne Maria cries indignantly, accompanied by the sounds of a scuffle and crashing objects, causing the waiting girls to wince collectively.
"This place is so stupid," Jo hangs her head in angry frustration.
"I'm going to see if any other bathrooms are available," says Sky. She walks off and as she moves across the campground, Dave comes out from behind a building.
"Oh, hey! Sky!"
"Oh, hi Dave, what's up?"
"Not much, just, you know, hanging. Chilling," He gives an awkward grin. "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for a bathroom."
"...Oh. That's cool. I mean, that's not cool. Because, like, it's a bathroom. And bathrooms aren't…uh, you know."
"What?"
"Yeah."
They stand and stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time.
SKY CONFESSIONAL: It's pretty obvious that Dave has some sort of thing for me. The past couple days he keeps trying to initiate conversation with me but he's just so… You know, he's trying. But I need to focus on the game. I'm not interested.
DAVE CONFESSIONAL: I've been keeping tabs on Sky for a while. She seems like a cool girl. Much better than everyone else on our team. I just need to break through to her somehow. But I know I'm on the right track!
Scott strides into the Rats' men's cabin, where Lightning, Sam, Rodney, Topher, and B are currently present. The atmosphere is relatively relaxed, with Sam engrossed in a handheld game. "Why won't my mana recharge, bro?" he mutters.
Interrupting the tranquility, Scott announces, "Guess who I just saw working with the other team?"
"Uhh, I don't know, man," Sam replies, not completely interested.
"Jasmine. She was in the forest talking to someone on the other team!" Scott discloses, attempting to grab the attention of the others.
"Jasmine? Isn't she, like, our best player?" Topher questions, raising an eyebrow.
"Sha-what? The best player is clearly THE LIGHTNING!" Lightning seems more incredulous at the claim that he isn't the best player than at Jasmine allegedly being a traitor.
Rodney seeks clarification. "What was she saying?"
Scott shrugs, adding an air of suspicion, "I couldn't quite make it out. But I doubt it was anything good."
Sam, however, seems doubtful. "I don't know, man. She's done so much for the team, why would she betray us? She helped us win that challenge last time."
"I won the last challenge! Me!" Scott asserts, eager to assert his own contributions to the team.
B looks like he's about to object to this, as he was the one who built the structure. But as he's opening his mouth, Lightning speaks instead. "She probably doesn't trust us because she thinks we're too weak! Other than me, of course. And I'd have to agree!" Lightning declares confidently.
"Weak?" Rodney questions, clearly taken aback.
"We lost two of the last three challenges. Lightning isn't used to losing, so clearly it's this team!"
"Lightning's right. We have too much dead weight," Topher acknowledges.
"You wouldn't happen to be referring to anyone in this room, would you?" asks Rodney hesitantly.
A tense silence follows, other than Sam's game console which plays a defeated 8-bit tune. "Aw man, game over."
"Well, I guess the first one of the girls that comes to mind is Dakota," Topher suggests.
Sam seems hurt by this. "Dakota? Really?"
Topher doesn't back down, swiftly defending his stance. "She's about as strong as a six-year-old and twice as dumb. She's so vain!"
"Look who's talking," Scott interjects, adding his own jab.
"Hey! At least I have reason to be conscious about my looks! I'm going to be a host just like Chris someday," Topher retorts, unwilling to concede.
Sam attempts to mediate. "Come on guys, Dakota isn't that bad, right?" Sam waits for a reply. "Right?"
SAM CONFESSIONAL: Look, I know Dakota is completely out of my league but if I can just stand up for her a bit maybe she'll notice me. But we're both probably the weakest on our team, so if someone from our team has to go, it might be one of us two!
Chris stands outside of the cabins, puts some earplugs in, and checks his watch. "Ok… right… about… NOW!" Chris sounds an airhorn. It rips through the silence and startles everything within a mile radius. Birds can be seen flying away in the sky, fleeing the loud sound.
The contestants run out of their cabins, a mix of irritation and apprehension on their faces. "Morning, campers!" Chris grins.
"Hey Chris, what gives?" Shawn voices his discontent. "Most of us haven't even had breakfast yet."
"Lightning needs his DPA!" Lightning declares emphatically.
The others exchange puzzled looks, confused at what a DPA is. "Your what?" Samey asks.
"Daily protein allotment. Duh," Lighting answers, as if it was obvious.
"And I haven't had enough beauty sleep!" Dakota complains, sporting reflective sunglasses.
Sam tries to comfort Dakota. "Come on, you look-" Dakota takes her glasses off, revealing her bloodshot, baggy eyes. "-GREAT SONS OF ORION!"
Ignoring the pleas for rest and sustenance, Chris grins sadistically, "There's no time for things like sleeping or breakfast. And who'd want to eat any of that crap Chef cooks anyway?" Chef, seated in the Jeep behind Chris, scowls in response.
"Besides, the winner of this challenge is going to get a reward! ACTUAL food!" Chris goes to the trunk of the Jeep and opens it. He pulls out a stack of large pizza boxes. "Check it out! Pizza!" Chris grabs a slice and takes a bite out of it. The cheese slides off and lands on his shirt. "Ugh. Wardrobe! I need a new shirt!" Chris grimaces in disgust at the food spill on his clothing.
"But what's the challenge?" Mike asks, slightly impatient.
"The challenge is to shut it and give me a second," An intern hands Chris an identical but clean shirt, which he puts on. "The challenge is a good old-fashioned PAINTBALL FIGHT! Follow me."
As the contestants traverse the forest, Scott declares, "This will be just like shooting kitchen rats with my pappy."
Dawn, disapproving of Scott's boastful attitude, remarks, "Just because you weren't held enough as a child doesn't mean you need to take it out on helpless animals."
"Held enough? What? I..." Scott stammers, momentarily caught off guard.
Scarlett cuts in. "It's merely speculation," She states. "Mere pseudoscience based on basic observation in an attempt to undermine confidence." Dawn scowls disapprovingly at Scarlett's dismissive tone.
DAWN CONFESSIONAL: Oh, ever since I got here, I felt something upsetting about Scarlett's aura. She's so cold and distant. There's something unsettling about the emanations of energy that surround her.
Sugar confidently declares, "We've got a soldier on our team; this should be easy!" referring to Brick.
Brick, adopting a serious tone, responds, "Well, handling a firearm is no laughing matter. You have to be responsible. You have to understand proper firearm safety as well as-" His explanation is abruptly halted by the impact of a paintball on his arm. "Ow!"
Chris, the perpetrator, reveals himself while holding the paintball gun. "Gotcha!" The campers look around, realizing they have reached the challenge area.
"Welcome to your challenge!" Chris announces, gesturing towards two large wooden racks—one stocked with red paintball guns, the other with green. "The challenge is simple. You have 5 minutes to arm yourselves and hide in the woods. Once that five minutes is up, you can start hunting for and shooting the other team. If you get hit, you're out, so come back here. The team with the most players left after the hour is up wins immunity."
"Aren't the teams uneven? Shouldn't someone have to sit out?" Rodney asks.
"As of the Maggots' first elimination, no, both teams have twelve players," Chris explains. "Now, let's get this challenge started! When I say go, arm yourselves and find a good hiding spot! Three…two…one…GO!"
The contestants scramble toward the guns, eagerly pulling them off the racks. Samey manages to grab one, but Amy promptly yanks it out of her hands, asserting, "I want that one! It's mine!"
"Amy, all the guns are the same. It doesn't matter."
"Yeah, but yours looks better."
"Whatever, I'm not having this argument." Samey grabs a different gun.
"I want THAT one!"
"Oh, come ON!"
All the guns are eventually grabbed off their respective racks, and the contestants disperse to find suitable hiding spots.
"We should all split up. That way, it will be harder for the other team to capture us all at once," Sky suggests.
"Sky's right! We should do what she says!" Dave desperately affirms. "I can go with her."
"No, Dave, I mean all of us split up individually. Not in small groups."
"Oh. Yeah. That's smart, too. Great plan."
As the team disperses, Brick attempts to offer some guidance to his fellow team members. "Ella, you're holding your gun all wrong. You shouldn't have your finger on the trigger unless you are right about to shoot. Otherwise, you could accidentally—" Ella's gun unintentionally discharges after her finger twitches, and the paintball hits Brick square in the face. Brick cries out in pain.
"Oh my, I… really didn't mean that," Ella apologizes.
"If you get hit by your own team's paintball, it still counts!" Chris announces over the speakers. Brick salutes Ella awkwardly before walking dejectedly back to the starting point.
Meanwhile, the Rats seem to have split off into small groups. One of these groups includes Rodney, Lightning, Scarlett, and Amy.
Rodney looks at Amy longingly. Amy notices this and her face contorts in contempt. "What are YOU looking at?"
"It's just… when I… when the… when the world… and, like, when there's feeling in the air, and-"
"Shut up!" Lightning interrupts. "You're gonna get Lightning caught with all your blabbering."
A strange hissing sound starts coming from behind a nearby tree.
"What's that noise?" Rodney asks.
"It's probably, like, a radioactive snake or something," Amy shudders.
"Lightning's on a team with a bunch of cowards! Let me see this!" Lightning strides obstinately towards the source of the sound. He rounds the trunk and finds the source of the noise to be Anne Maria coating her hair with hairspray.
Lightning casually hits her with a paintball. Anne Maria yelps. "Hey! Watch the hair!"
Lightning turns back to Rodney, Scarlett, and Amy. "See! Completely harmless! It's just, uh… what's your name again?" Anne Maria throws her spraycan at Lightning and it hits him in the head, taking him to the ground.
Sam, Dakota, and Scott walk through the forest. Sam plays on his portable game player, while Dakota texts on her phone. Scott seems disinterested.
"You know, Dakota, we're kind of similar. We're both addicted to our screens, heh heh," Sam observes.
Dakota is offended at the idea she is similar to Sam. "We're similar? How could you say such a thing?"
Sam, realizing his unintended misstep, quickly attempts to save face. "No, no! I just meant we both use technology a lot. Trust me, other than that, we have nothing in common."
Dakota pauses, processing this revelation. She finally understands that Sam's self-deprecating comment was intended as a compliment. "Aww, thanks!"
SCOTT CONFESSIONAL: Being stuck with Sam and Dakota has to be the lamest thing ever. Dakota has an ego the size of my pappy's prize hog on the farm, and Sam is about as fat as it. If we lose this challenge, one of them is bound to get sent home. Now all we have to do is actually lose…
Scott begins to purposefully cough loudly and repeatedly.
"Scott, are you okay?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, just… allergies. yeah."
"Well, try to keep it down. I don't want to get caught."
Suddenly, Dave charges out into the clearing, brandishing his paintball gun and pointing it at the three Rats. "FREEZE!"
Sam, Dakota, and Scott stare blankly at Dave. Unfazed, Sam nonchalantly fires a paintball into Dave's thigh.
"You don't have to yell 'freeze', you could have just shot us, heh heh," Sam chuckles.
DAVE CONFESSIONAL: I'm so stupid! Why did I yell 'freeze'? I should have just shot them! This is so embarrassing. My only hope is that Sky wasn't watching…
Before Dave can start walking back to the challenge start area, three paintballs suddenly rain down from a tree, hitting Sam, Dakota, and Scott. They all wince in pain.
"Ow! Where did that come from?!" Scott seethes, rubbing the spot where the paintball struck.
"Gotcha!" A triumphant voice emerges from the trees. It's Sky, strategically positioned in the canopy like a skilled sniper, catching the unsuspecting Rats off guard.
DAVE CONFESSIONAL: Of course Sky was watching. Just my luck. Ugh…
Jo walks through the forest alone, carefully surveying her surroundings. After checking the clearing, she slowly backs up, intending to lean against a tree. However, instead of encountering the rough tree trunk, she bumps into something soft and unexpected – Shawn, perfectly painted to blend in with the tree.
"What the… Shawn?" Jo exclaims.
"Shh! I'm camouflaging," Shawn whispers, trying to maintain his stealth.
"Is that paint? How did you even get that?" Jo questions.
"I ran back to the cabins to get my camo paint. Also, I found something to mask my scent," Shawn explains.
"Mask your scent? What does that…" Jo sniffs the air. "...ew!" Jo realizes Shawn has most likely covered parts of himself in some sort of animal urine. "We're being hunted by humans, not other animals, Apocalypse Nut. You didn't need to go that far."
JO CONFESSIONAL: Zombie Boy might be good in challenges but he's too much of a loose cannon to ally with. Someone like Brick, though, is about as predictable as they come. Must come from all that regimented army crap.
Rodney, Lightning, Scarlett, and Amy continue patrolling the forest. Lightning's left eye is swollen from where Anne Maria struck him.
Rodney wants to initialize another conversation with Amy and tries to speak up. "Uh, I just want to say that-"
"Save it, hoser," Amy snaps, shutting down any attempt at communication. However, her tone suddenly shifts, and she adds, "Where do you guys think Samey is?"
"Why do you care?" Lightning asks bluntly. "All you ever do is rag on her."
Amy rolls her eyes in annoyance. "I just want to know if she's been eliminated already. She probably has."
Scarlett, the ever-observant intellectual, rubs her chin in thoughtful contemplation.
SCARLETT CONFESSIONAL: Amy seems to feel directionless and purposeless without her sister to bully. Samey seems to be the main thing occupying her mind. Despite their animosity, it turns out Amy is dependent on Samey. Her raison d'être, if you will.
Scarlett turns her attention to Amy, probing deeper into the complexities of their relationship. "Amy, what's the longest you've ever been without your sister?"
"What?" Amy responds defensively. "I don't know! Probably, like, sometime, uhh..." She trails off, realizing she can't recall a significant period of time they were separated.
Scarlett continues her psychological exploration, "Have you ever conceptualized yourself as an individual, rather than a twin to Samey? Do you think that the strife between you two comes from your own inability to self-actualize?"
Amy is left bewildered by Scarlett's probing questions. "What?"
Before Amy can fully grasp Scarlett's psychoanalysis, Cameron clumsily stumbles into the clearing. Attempting to aim at the group, he nearly drops his gun. "Uhh… wait!" The gun discharges, hitting Lightning in his one uninjured eye.
"Aah! My other eye!" Lightning yells in pain.
Seizing the opportunity, Rodney retaliates by shooting Cameron in the gut with a paintball. Cameron, with his frail physique, is thrown back several feet. "Ow…" he groans.
Topher roams the forest alone with his paintball gun. He hears the distant chatter of conversation. He ducks behind a large rock and sees Mike and Zoey walking down the path. They're talking casually and seem to be enjoying themselves. Topher chuckles haughtily before jumping out from behind the rock.
"Yeah, that reminds me of the time I - What the.." Mike is cut off mid-conversation by Topher. Before he can register what's happening, he and Zoey are covered in a hail of paintballs.
"Haha, eat paint, losers!" Topher exclaims triumphantly.
"Agh…" Mike looks down at his paint-soaked shirt. His tone shifts to anger. "What's wrong with you?"
"Dude, I'm just doing the challenge," Topher retorts smugly, his smirk undeterred.
"You shot me like 20 times! You only need to do it ONE TIME! Are you DEMENTED? This is going to take AGES to wash out!" Mike's frustration intensifies, his face reddening with each passing moment.
"Hey, bro, calm down," Topher suggests, raising his hands defensively.
"You jump out of the middle of nowhere SCREAMING and SHOOTING! AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN?" Mike's voice cracks as he riches the apex of his fury.
Topher, now more perplexed than victorious, attempts to ease the tension. "...are you alright?"
Zoey, sensing the escalating confrontation, interjects, "Mike, it's okay. He's just playing the game like us."
Mike takes a deep breath, his anger dissipating but leaving a lingering tension in the air. "Whatever," he mutters, abruptly walking away, leaving Zoey and Topher bewildered by the unexpected outburst.
ZOEY CONFESSIONAL: What on earth just happened? Mike seemed like such a calm and sensitive guy, but he just went ballistic over nothing. I don't know what to make of this because it seems so out of character for him!
Mike walks past the starting zone where the other paintballed contestants are, separated by team.
"Woah, Mike, you got hit a lot! Ha ha," Chris chuckles. "What happened?"
Mike, feeling the weight of embarrassment and frustration, mutters through gritted teeth, "I'll be in the cabin." His initial anger morphs into a diffuse mix of frustration and shame as he wearily trudges away.
MIKE CONFESSIONAL: I'm such an idiot. I have a tendency to fly off the handle over really small things. My therapist calls it "Intermittent Explosive Disorder". It's so embarrassing… in front of Zoey, too, and on TV! I don't know how I can live this down…
B moves stealthily through the forest, his eyes catching sight of a suspiciously large bush that could easily conceal an adversary. Approaching cautiously, he raises his paintball gun, ready for any surprise attack. Suddenly, a ferocious growl erupts from the bush. B's expression morphs from focus to sheer alarm, and without a second thought, he bolts from the area.
As B disappears from the scene, Beardo emerges from behind the bush, revealing himself as the mastermind behind the fearsome noise. A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he revels in the success of his little prank. However, his triumph is short-lived as a sharp pain shoots through the back of his neck. "Ah!" Beardo cries out, whirling around to find Jasmine, paintball gun raised, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"You think a growl like that can scare ME?" Jasmine taunts, her tone a playful jab. "I've dealt with animals ten times as bad as THAT down under."
"So, anyways, that's basically how our hog ruined my little brother's 6th birthday," Rodney wraps up some off-color account about farm life to Amy and Scarlett.
"That's the worst story I've ever heard. Disgusting," Amy remarks, her disdain evident.
"Yeah, you're right. You're so right. That's so true," Rodney sheepishly agrees. Amy rolls her eyes.
Suddenly, a hail of paintballs disrupts their conversation, prompting them to duck for cover.
"Got 'em!" Jo declares triumphantly. "Wait a minute, what?"
Due to Rodney's large build, all of the paintballs hit him, leaving Scarlett and Amy relatively unscathed as they used him as a human shield. Rodney mumbles something incoherent before collapsing. Scarlett reacts quickly and fires a paintball that hits Jo square in the gut. She doubles over in surprise and pain. Scarlett smirks devilishly.
Jo and Rodney return to the starting zone where Chris awaits. Jo scans the benches designated for the eliminated contestants and notices a stark discrepancy between the Maggots' and the Rats' numbers. Jo's team, the Maggots, have way more people out. "Hey, why do we have so many people out? Who's even left?"
"The Maggots still have Sky, Shawn, Sugar, and Ella," Chris answers. "The Rats still have Amy, Samey, Topher, Dawn, Scarlett, Jasmine, and B. So it's four to seven. Only ten minutes left, too. Not looking good for the Maggots."
Jo directs her exasperation toward her teammates, seeking an explanation for the unfavorable situation. "What happened?"
Brick responds, a tinge of discomfort in his voice. "Ella shot me. By accident."
Jo's frustration deepens. "And she's still out there? How? She can't even work a gun correctly."
Ella nervously walks through the forest before coming to a clearing. In the clearing, Dawn is sitting cross-legged and serenely, with eyes closed, likely meditating. Ella clumsily tries to raise her paintball gun but hesitates. "I… can't. She seems so peaceful, it's just wrong!"
Sugar appears suddenly behind Ella, breaking the serenity with her brash voice. "Quit yer pity!" Sugar raises her gun and hits Dawn in the forehead without hesitation. Dawn barely flinches.
Ella is shocked by this lack of inhibition. "Oh my."
Sugar, unapologetic and assertive, chastises Ella, "Yer so bad at this! I've been following you for the past five minutes, and you didn't even notice!"
Ella, still grappling with her discomfort, confesses, "I'm just not used to... violence."
"Violence? It's PAINT! On the farm we would shoot cans with BB guns nearly every night! This is nuthin'!" Sugar looks at how Ella is holding her gun. She's holding it fearfully with one hand, far apart from her, like she was holding a piece of putrid trash. Sugar decides to offer some unsolicited guidance. "Yer holding it ALL WRONG. Hold it like me!" Sugar demonstrates a more threatening posture with her paintball gun.
"But Brick told me not to put my finger on the trigger guard unless I intend to discharge my firearm," Ella hesitates, seeking solace in the guidelines she received.
Sugar dismissed this. "What does he know? He's just some army guy."
"Um."
"Yeah, look like you're ready to shoot some varmint."
"Okay…"
Ella tries to hold her gun like Sugar but as soon as her finger gets near the trigger guard her finger flinches and she fires it again. The paintball sails deep into the forest.
Ella is visibly embarrassed while Sugar, unfazed, simply shrugs. "Huh. Who knows where THAT went."
B is patrolling through the forest when the stray paintball hits him in the side. He makes an expression of exasperation. The unfairness of being hit by a paintball becomes glaringly evident considering the absence of any visible opponents nearby.
Scarlett and Amy cautiously tread down the winding forest path, making a concerted effort to stay concealed from potential adversaries. Their attempt at stealth, however, proves somewhat futile as Jasmine emerges from behind, having spotted their presence.
"Hey, you guys. Find anyone?" Jasmine inquires, her approach unintentionally startling Amy.
"Whoa! Watch it! You scared me," Amy retorts, a mixture of surprise and annoyance evident in her voice.
Just as they exchange words, a barrage of paintballs interrupts their conversation, leaving all three participants in a colorful splatter.
"Hah! Sweet!" Shawn appears, still adorned in the tree camo paint that facilitated his surprise attack.
Jasmine's initial frustration gives way to admiration. "Camouflage? Well-played!"
"Thanks," Shawn replies modestly.
Their banter is abruptly halted by a resounding announcement booming through the forest. "The hour is UP! All remaining players, make your way back to the starting point for the final score tally."
At the starting line, Chirs surveys the campers, many sporting some sort of green or red paint splotch.
"Well, the Rats had two players left. Samey and Topher." Samey gives a proud look to Amy, who returns the gaze with a sneer. "But the Maggots had FOUR players left - Shawn, Sky, Sugar, and Ella. So the Mutant Maggots WIN!"
A wave of cheers erupts from the triumphant Maggots.
Turning his attention to the defeated team, Chris delivers the verdict. "Toxic Rats, see you at the campfire ceremony. One of you will be receiving the dreaded toxic marshmallow."
The warm, flickering glow of the campfire provided a stark contrast to the palpable nervousness enveloping the remaining 12 Toxic Rats.
"Rats, this marks your third elimination in four episodes. What's happening?" Chris inquires.
"Lightning's on a team of LOSERS!" Lightning declares. He's wearing an eyepatch over the eye that was hit by a paintball, and his other eye is still slightly swollen.
"Alright, marshmallows go to those who are safe. If you receive the toxic marshmallow, you cannot return. Ever," Chris sternly reminds them. "First marshmallow goes to... Topher."
Topher snags his marshmallow, a fleeting sense of relief washing over him. Chris continues the distribution. "Also safe is the other challenge survivor, Samey."
"Next ones safe are… B…
…Dawn…
…Jasmine…
…Scarlett…
…Lightning…
…Rodney…
…and Scott."
The bottom three – Sam, Dakota, and Amy - sit on edge, their fate hanging in the balance.
"The next marshmallow goes to… Sam."
Sam breathes a sigh of relief as he secures his marshmallow, though his anxiety remains for Dakota, whose fate is still undecided.
"And the final marshmallow goes to…"
"...Amy."
"Took you LONG ENOUGH!" Amy exclaims with frustration.
"Dakota. Time to leave this dingy radioactive summer camp and return to your palatial mansion in Beverly Hills. What a shame. Really."
"Well, at least I was on TV." Dakota seems to be taking it surprisingly well.
"Dakota! I didn't vote for you." Sam emphasizes his loyalty.
Dakota responds with nonchalance. "Um, okay? Thanks? I didn't want to stay around this dump anyway."
Sam sighs. "Why does love have to be so complicated?" he laments.
Dakota stands on the Dock of Shame and whips out a cell phone. "Hey Daddy, it turns out I'll be coming home sooner than we thought. Make sure to-" Dakota gets sprayed down by a hose. "HEY! What was that for?"
"Detox of Shame!" Chris grins. "Brutal, isn't it. But not as brutal as someone's DNA getting turned into soup, if you know what I mean."
Chef shoves the soaking wet Dakota into the back of the Boat of Losers.
"I'm not supposed to get this top wet, you know!" Dakota cries out as the boat departs.
"Wow. It's touching how the contestants genuinely think I care about them. Touching and deluded. Who will leave this wretched island next? And who will get one step closer to one million dollars? Find out right here on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!"
VOTING RESULTS:
Dakota (5 votes, eliminated): Topher, Lightning, B, Dawn, Scarlett
Amy (4 votes): Jasmine, Dakota, Samey, Sam
Sam (2 votes): Rodney, Scott
Samey (1 vote): Amy