"Last time on Total Drama Island: While I was away dealing with a few pesky producers' problems, Grand Master Chief put our remaining twelve campers through some of the worst exercises they've ever had to endure. LeShawna thought she caught Heather in a dirty little lie, but when Heather turned the tables and showed her undeniable proof that she wasn't a traitor, LeShawna nearly broke down in tears. Nearly. Meanwhile, our resident delinquent Duncan ticked Chef off so hard that he ended up chained to a pole in the boat house until his CIT Princess Courtney confronted him.

After a touching heart to heart and a little bit of thievery, Courtney's uptight butt was liberated, and she and Duncan hooked up, leading Harold and Heather to conspire to rig the votes against Courtney."

Chris pulls in a bass from the lake whilst standing on the dock, his fishing rod jiggling as he pulls the line. "Yup, the Killer Bass lost the challenge, while Gwen took home the gold. But she also may have said a few hurtful things to Trent as well. With Courtney gone, that makes eleven castmates left. Who will survive this extreme challenge? Will LeShawna and Duncan wisen up to the chicanery they're not aware of? Will Trent confront Gwen about some of her scathing comments? Find out all this and more on the most exciting episode yet of…

Total!

Drama!

Island!"


The theme song plays over an intro sequence.

The first shot depicts Wawanakwa in full, leading up to a giant cliff and zooming past McLean as he sips a coffee before diving into the water below the cliff.

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine.

You guys are on my mind.

We see Ezekiel under water, watching Geoff and Bridgette with a downtrodden look on his face, both of which are staring longingly into each other's eyes until an eagle picks Geoff up by his shoulders and carries him off. Bridgette tries to reach for him, watching him fly away with concern.

You asked me what I wanted to be and now I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous.

The eagle drops Geoff down as it soars past the sun. He falls down a few tree branches before landing in DJ's arms, who seconds prior was enjoying nature and the copious animals around him. The animals get violent and attack as soon as their peace is disturbed. DJ and Geoff scream as the former runs with the latter in his arms away from the vicious animals.

Duncan laughs hysterically at the scene, but Courtney glares at him with disapproval, causing him to stop.

I wanna live close to the sun

So pack your bags cause I already won.

Heather is in a canoe with Beth and LeShawna going down the stream. Beth is in the middle, trying to separate the two from dueling. The canoe ends up careening off of the stream and down a waterfall, which makes the teens fall to the water below, passing by Harold as he practices a few fighting poses on a dangerously positioned log overlooking the falls. As he stretches his arms and legs out in a dorky position, Izzy swings in on a vine and knocks into him, bumping directly into an outhouse housing Lindsay, who falls out with her skirt around her ankles.

Everything to prove

Nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

Cause I wanna be famous.

Inside the mess hall kitchen, we see Chef preparing some disgusting green soup with his bare hand dipped into the pot. He looks behind him at a tied up Owen and Noah, both looking petrified of whatever Chef is concoting for them. In the mess hall itself, Eva arm wrestles Tyler, easily beating him and dislocating his arm.

Outside on the beach, Sadie and Katie coo over Justin, who is looking at himself in between two mirrors. He winks at one, his teeth glistening.

Na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

We get a good look at the polluted, muggy, teal waters of Wawanakwa, a few seagulls fighting over a cellphone. Katie swims for it, with Sadie watching from the sand anxiously, but the skinny brown clone of her best friend ends up being terrorized by a shark and swims back to shore as fast as she can.

I wanna be, I wanna be

I wanna be famous!

Back on the dock of shame, we see Justin strut to the edge before ripping his shirt off, water from the shark splashing towards Katie drenching his perfectly chiseled muscles. He flexes as the camera goes up and transitions from day to night, then comes back down at the campfire ceremony.

I wanna be, I wanna be

I wanna be famous!

Trent is playing his guitar for Gwen, who is entranced by him. He leans forward, a warm smile on his face. As they inch closer, Cody gets between them and places a hand on both of their shoulders, smiling dorkily. The rest of the cast whistles the chorus of the theme song as the camera zooms out to capture them all sitting around the bonfire. The logo appears above them.

Total Drama Island:

The Creeps Cut

Created by VoiceFromUnderTheCovers and Crimson Candy.


In the middle of the night, we see the forest of Camp Wawanakwa just around the corner from the cabins, with the lights of said cabins dimmed and the moon shining in the sky. Harold pokes his head out of a bush, looking panicked and exhausted.

(Confessional: Harold)

"I've had just about two days to reflect on my choice from last vote out. Do I regret getting Courtney out of the game? No way. She was mean to me too, if you remember correctly. Besides, seeing Duncan get so upset and emotional has been awesome. On the downside, I've only been able to eat the band candy I brought from home and I'm basically only awake because of my own paranoia and Monster Energy Drinks." He cracks open a can and sips it. "Ah.. but yeah, Duncan knows I had something to do with it. So I can't let him find me."

Knock, knock.

"Ah! Who's there?"

A bear pops in from the wall, roaring at Harold. The dork screams and runs away, abandoning his Monster can in the toilet.

(Confessional end)

Duncan stalks around the forest wearing a hockey mask and wielding his iconic knife. "Harold, Harold, Harold.. Come out, come out wherever you are.."

He sees the broken up confessional cam. Curiously, he walks toward it and looks inside the toilet, smirking. "Only one dork left on this island who'd drink that garbage. I'll find you soon, you little rat bastard.."

In the Gophers' boys cabin, Owen is snoring like a bore. Meanwhile, Trent is nowhere to be found. The same bear from earlier opens the door, tip toeing inside the cabin before sniffing for the source of a delicious scent. "Mm.." The bear moans, salivating at the mouth. It shuffles towards Owen, pulling him off the bed before letting him land on the floor face first. He doesn't skip a snore, muttering something about the donut-copter. The bear pulls back the sheets to find an entire stash of sweet and sour candy bags within. It grabs them in it's big, burly arms and runs out of the cabin.

At the other dock (not the Dock of Shame) Trent sits on the edge whilst looking at the moon, guitar in hand and a frown on his face. There's a pen and paper next to him that he looks down at. He strums a line on his guitar before clearing his throat.

"You say 'I love you' like an eskimo kiss.

Brief and distant, yet full of remiss.

Forced in like a cheesy line, I'm on your borrowed time and I feel so lost.

You do things to me that I love and inspire,

but when it's time to speak, you'd rather choke on your diary and swallow your pride, because I…

Am unsure of where this is going."

Heather watches from the window of the Gophers' female cabin, writing something down on the notes app of her phone. Lindsay yawns, walking up next to Heather. LeShawna has her blindfold on and snores loudly, and to counter that Gwen wears headphones to sleep.

"Heather..? What are you doing up?" Lindsay rubs her eyes of sleep.

"Strategizing." Heather replies quickly.

"But it's like.." She checks her phone. "Two in the morning. Don't you need your beauty sleep?"

"Sometimes to win in life, you have to skimp out on sleep. Haven't you ever studied for an exam? I haven't, but all the dorks who do my homework look super exhausted in the morning."

"Ooh, me neither." Lindsay gasps, a lightbulb erupting in her head. "We could stay up all night and talk about school drama and stuff! That could be so much fun!"

"Why don't you just go back to bed, and we can do that when I'm done here." Heather whispers back, uninterested and eyes remaining trained on Trent.

"But wait, what are you doing, really?"

Heather twitches as Lindsay leans over her shoulder to read her phone. "Look outside. Trent's in his feelings again, playing on that lame guitar of his. You know what that means?"

Lindsay gasps. "He's sad! Do you think it's from all the brain damage?"

"No, the doctor said he's fine. It's from her." Heather turns to look at Gwen, Lindsay's eyes following hers.

"Ooooh… Have they been going through relationship stuff?"

"Judging from the lyrics, yes. Just look at this stuff: 'You called me a coward, now I'm splitting hairs on the tower of love.' This stuff is awful, but it's also awfully useful." Heather grins. Lindsay twiddles her thumbs.

"I kinda like Trent's music. It's sweet, but not in a fake way."

"Who cares about that?"

Lindsay looks down, frowning. Heather realizes her tone is wrong and places a hand on her . "Sorry, hun. It's been a long few days with LeShawna doubting me and all this strategy stuff.. I care about every single one of our teammates, especially Trent. And as someone who's seen toxic relationships before.. I don't want Trent to go through that. Gwen clearly doesn't appreciate what she has, making him all sad. I think we should try to help him out as much as possible, that's all."

Lindsay's eyes grow big. "...Can I tell you something that I've only told, like, one other person who wasn't Tyler?"

Heather looks outside. "Uh, yeah, sure. Just make it quick in case he starts playing again."

"Okay… I've been in a lot of toxic relationships. I think that's the word, anyway. A lot of guys have used me before, even ugly guys. They're always so sweet and warm, and cute at first. They do everything that I like and make me feel really special. Then a few weeks in, they'll be mean to me right in front of me, or treat me like I'm dumb, or talk about me behind my back. One of them even said I was 'easy'. I cried so hard after that. Tyler's really the first boy who's ever been really sweet to me, even if he was on the enemy team. I miss him like crazy… anyway, I just wanna say that I'm with you 100%! Nobody deserves to go through that. Whatever you need me to do, bestie, I'll do it."

Lindsay hugs Heather fully, a tight squeeze startling the half-listening queen bee. She rubs Lindsay's back warmly. "There, there, sweetie.. Anything I need, hm?"

"Anything!"

(Confessional: Heather)

"Crap, maybe I should have actually listened to what she had to say.. Oh well. It's Lindsay, how useful could any of that actually have been? All I heard was 'I'll do whatever you want me to do, Heather, oh my gosh, lip gloss!'. Psht. Whatever. I could make her do whatever I want already. I don't need that validation. Also, why is there a massive hole in here? Stupid cheap low budget camp.."

(Confessional end)


The next morning, everyone but Harold, Duncan are asleep in the cabins when Chris soars past them in a rugged, worn down crop duster, the same one Chef used in the Phobia Factor challenge. He appears to be wearing a Star Wars themed rebel suit, and of course, a massive grin on his face.

"Incoming!" He shouts through a microphone connected to the island's speakers, the roar of the plane and the screeching feedback of his voice startling most of them awake. LeShawna opens the window to check out the commotion, only to scream upon seeing how close the plane is to hitting her cabin. Chris is barely able to lift the plane up enough and avoid crashing.

"HAHAHA! I can't wait to get my pilot's license!"

His excitement is short lived however, as he soon crashes into the already torn open confessional outhouse, absolutely destroying everything except for the toilet and floor. The bear from last night is sitting on said toilet, reading a newspaper with chocolate all over his face. He looks at the camera before shrugging.

Chris brakes the plane on the ground, opening the window to look at the damage he's done with a proud smirk. "That was only the beginning of the excitement you're soon to experience during today's extreme sports challenge! Muahahaha!"

"Ugh.. it's too early for this." Gwen groans, standing next to her team, excluding Owen. The Bass exit their cabin as well, with Duncan coming out from the woodwork with bags under his eyes to join them. Geoff yelps.

"Duncan, man! Uh, d-did you find Harold?"

"Take a wild guess, Geoffy. Do you wanna confess about what you did to get Courtney off the show?" He pulls on Geoff's pink shirt, teeth gritting.

"Nothing! I did nothing! I swear!" Geoff whimpers. Duncan let's go.

"You better not have." He walks next to DJ, hands in his pockets. DJ looks worriedly at Geoff, picking at his collar. Geoff shrugs widely while Bridgette glares at Duncan.

(Confessional: Geoff)

He looks around at the destroyed outhouse he's sitting 'in' before standing up. "On second thought, maybe I won't make any confessionals today. The privacy is just blown, man."

(Confessional end)

Chris jumps out of the plane, standing before the tired contestants. As he opens his mouth to speak, Owen suddenly let's out a loud "NOOOOOOOOO!" Everyone looks towards the Gopher cabin, where he runs out of. He stops in front of his castmates. "HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY CANDY SUPPLY?"

"Uh.. No, Owen, we haven't." Trent replies.

"Somebody stole it from me! It's all gone!"

"Owen, you can worry about your packaged diabetes after I'm done talking."

Owen whimpers like a dog, getting down on his knees to weep into his hands. "There, there, big guy." Trent reassures, rubbing his back. Gwen rolls her eyes.

"Anyways… Today's challenge is all about extreme sports. There are three challenges, all of which fall into one of three categories: easy, hard, and EXTREME!" Everyone covers their ears. "Hehe, I love this thing! Go grab breakfast in the mess hall and make it snappy. In half an hour, you'll be meeting me back in the dodgeball court where our Dodgebrawl challenge took place." Chris climbs back into the plane, turning it on before taxi'ing it right into the ocean.

"NOOOOO! My plane!"


On their way to the mess hall, Lindsay stays close to Heather, but checks behind her back to look at Trent and Gwen curiously.

(Confessional: Lindsay)

"Aww, poor Trent! He's such a handsome and sweet guy, just like me! I can't believe this kind of thing can happen to guys, too. I kind of like this new outdoorsy confessional! So saline.."

(Confessional end)

Lindsay slows her pace, walking next to Trent to whisper in his ear. "Hey, if you ever need to talk, don't be afraid to come to me."

Trent turns to her. "Huh? Uh.. why do you say that?"

"Well… let's just say I've been where you are before." She squeezes his arm.

Heather smiles back, winking at Lindsay. The blonde pushes back up to hold hands with Heather, who graciously accepts. Gwen raises a brow at her boyfriend.

"Uh… what was that about?" The goth questions.

"I.. I have no idea." Trent replies.

(Confessional: Trent)

"Aw, crap. I knew playing late at night like that would get some kind of attention. Can you blame me? I'm feeling so conflicted lately. Where's the trust? I mean, she called me a cheater to my face! That hit me harder than she could ever know. The last three days have been the worst on my mind. Maybe I should just tell her how I feel.. Nine or so chords at a time."

(Confessional end)

Chef suddenly pulls up on an ATV, throwing a disheveled Harold onto the ground face first. "Ow! Hey, you could be at least a little gentle! I went willingly!"

"There you are, loser!" Duncan growls, earning a gasp from the dork as he's lifted up by his shirt. The others watch from behind in anticipation of what kind of meltdown he's about to force onto Harold. Chef hops off and heads around back towards the kitchen.

Harold clasps his hands together desperately. "I'm sorry! It wasn't me! It was everyone on the team! We all voted her off! I have proof!"

"Yeah fucking right! I don't need proof. I've been sweating these people for three days straight, and you're the only geek on this team who would resort to cheating to get your way! So what the hell did you do?!"

DJ jumps in between the two. "Duncan! Relax, man! We don't want a repeat of last time."

Duncan glares at DJ. "Shut up, DJ. This doesn't concern you."

"While I appreciate your acknowledgement of my mad skills, I-" Duncan's knee finds itself kicking Harold's junk. "Aa-aha-ow! Okay, okay, no more! I did vote for Courtney, b-but I didn't cheat!"

DJ doesn't give up, yanking Duncan's ear like his mom would to him."It's not worth it. You'll just end up hurting yourself."

Bridgette speaks up. "DJ's right. Yeah, Harold probably did do something, but is it really worth violating your parole and getting booted? We're already falling behind in terms of numbers."

"I dunno, even prison sounds better than this place.." Gwen quips, smiling at Trent to see his reaction. He doesn't really even look at her, watching the floor with a disinterested stare in his eyes.

Duncan throws Harold back onto the floor, rolling his eyes with his fists tightened. "This isn't over, dipshit." He walks past him, walking up the stairs into the mess hall. DJ follows after him, while Geoff and Bridgette help Harold up.

"Thanks, guys.."

Bridgette smacks Harold across the face.

"OW! What the heck was that for?" He rubs his red cheek.

"For doing whatever you did to convince Chris to let Courtney go home. We were friends. Don't you realize how much you've affected?" Bridgette answers.

"Not cool, dude." Geoff adds, shaking his head.

Geoff and Bridgette walk away, giving Harold a look of contempt. The Gophers all pass him by, with Heather being the last to do so. "Wait, Heather! I have a proposition!" He barks, grabbing her ankle desperately.

"Ugh. Not another one." Heather sighs. "What?"

"You and I could totally ask Chris to get me to switch teams! That way, the Bass would be at a bigger disadvantage, AND we'd be an unstoppable duo! Like Spider-Man and Yuri."

Heather crosses her arms. "Why am I Yuri?"

"Uh… Like Spider-Man and MJ?"

"In your dreams! Look, Harold, sweetie,"

"Yes..?"

"I appreciate everything you did for me last vote.. Really, I do. LeShawna and I haven't been closer. But you really need to hold out on your usefulness until after the merge. 'Cause right now? You're much more useful to me sabotaging the other team."

"I am?" His eyes turn big and bright.

She wrinkles her nose. "Sure."

He darts up to his feet, saluting her. "Then I'm on the case, m'lady!" He dashes inside the mess hall.

She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Ugh.."

(Confessional: Heather)

"Let's just say that Harold can be… annoying. For the past three days, that uber geek keeps popping out of bushes to beg me to swap him to the Gophers. He is useful, yes, but I don't think he's worth the headaches.."

(Confessional end)

Now all sitting down at their tables, with Harold sitting alone and the rest of the Bass sitting near each other, DJ speaks up. "I just wanna say that no matter what happens in this challenge, I was very proud to be a part of this team with y'all. I mean, it's been a tough few weeks no doubt, but we toughed it out and made some great friends I don't think any of us are taking for granted."

"Aww, well said, DJ. I totes agree." Geoff says.

Bridgette pokes at her mush with a spoon. "I hope Courtney doesn't really think I took her for granted. I hope she actually watched her elimination episode."

"Yeah.. me too." All eyes around him are on Duncan. He quickly corrects his attitude with an arm cross and a blow of his mohawk. "I mean.. Whatever."

"You can drop the bad boy act, D-man. We all know you were the one who gave me a second Bunny." DJ responds with a big smile.

Duncan glares daggers at Geoff and Bridgette, who nervously smile and wave. "Uh.. sorry, dude.. Our consciousness was weighing too heavy."

Duncan takes a deep breath, stands up and walks out of the mess hall, not saying another word. The others look at each other and shrug.

"He's going through a tough time. I know I sure am." Bridgette says.

"He's made of tough stuff, I'm sure he'll be fine." Geoff replies.

"I dunno, y'all.. I'm worried about him. I think I'm gonna try and talk to him." DJ says.

"Knock yourself out. He probably will if you're not careful." Harold replies. The team looks at him funny. "What? It's true! He's a criminal, guys!" They ignore him, with DJ getting up to go after Duncan.

On the Gophers side of things, Owen devours an entire plate of Chef's mystery meat before belching out an envelope. He licks his lips, ignoring the card with a heart on it to head to the bathroom. Trent watches him go, hand under his chin and elbow sitting on the table. Gwen picks up the envelope reluctantly and searches the room for whoever it could belong to. Her eyes land on Bridgette, who looks miserable even with an awkward Geoff chatting her ear off. Gwen opens the card and reads it in her head, then stands up.

"Hey, I'm gonna go talk to Bridgette. You gonna be okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Concernedly, Gwen stands up and decides to give Trent the space he seems to need away from her, approaching Bridgette. She taps her on her shoulder, earning her attention. "Hey, Geoff, wanna play fetch?"

"Fetch? I'm not a dog-"

"Go get it boy!" Gwen throws the air, making Geoff instantly lull his tongue out and prance out the door on all fours like the Golden Retriever he is. Bridgette snickers at the display before Gwen takes his seat.

"Hey, what's up?"

"This is what's up. It's a love note I found in one of the meals." She hands the card to Bridgette, who opens it and reads it out loud.

"Dances like a star

Stunning eyes I watch from afar

When will you notice?"

"It's a cheesy love haiku." Gwen says.

Bridgette gasps. "You don't think Chef…"

The girls laugh in unison, shaking their heads. "No, no.. I was actually thinking it was for you."

"For me? From who?"

Gwen smirks. "You know who."

"I can't find the ball, Gwen! Where is it?" Geoff hollers from outside. Bridgette blushes, scratching the back of her neck.

"You.. think so?"

"Well, who else could it be?"

"Trent, duh! I mean, look at him! He's romantic, full of grand gestures, he played a song on his guitar for you on more than one occasion, and he's super cheesy. No offense."

Gwen turns her head to look at the heavily disinterested, mumbling guitar head behind her. "Yeah, but Trent and I.. I dunno."

"Oh no, what's wrong?"

"..Nothing. He's just been acting weird lately. It started last challenge, after the first night of Crazy Chef's bootcamp. He seemed.. Cold. I don't even remember what happened that night outside of the fact that we screwed outdoors."

"Hm… Okay. How about this: I'll talk to Trent and try to see if this is a way of trying to reconnect with you."

"What if it's Geoff?"

"That's what you're here to find out." Bridgette shyly plays with her hair. "You really think he's into me like that?"

"Why are you so self-doubting? He's all over you, Bridge, I've seen the way you two work together."

"Hehe.. I just wish he'd confess already."

"That's what I'll work on then, finding out if this is his way of confessing his adoration for you."

"I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"Looks can be deceiving. Besides, you're a good person, and you seem really down since Courtney left. I wanna help you out."

"Thanks, Gwen. I'll keep you updated."

"Same here."

Owen returns from the bathroom just as Chris' speakers screech. "Hope you're done with brekky! It's challenge time! Hurry your butts to the dodgeball court. Or should I say, hockey court? Mwahahaha!"

"Great. Like I'm prepared for a physical challenge." Trent says, rolling his eyes.

"Aww, you'll do great, buddy! I really wish I had some sugary treats to keep me energized though." Owen responds supportively.

"Yeah, I get whatcha mean. Well, let's head down." Trent smiles back at his charming voice, carrying his plate towards the counter. Owen smiles wholesomely at his new friend, something Heather takes note of. She pushes Lindsay gently to the side.

"Go on, Lindsay, get Trent to open up. I have something to ask Owen."

"You got it, bestie! Hey, Trent, walk with me!" Lindsay runs up to him eagerly, fluttering her eyelashes cutely at him with her hands clasped behind her back.

Gwen gives them a suspicious stare, but Trent just shrugs with confusion before nonchalantly accepting her invitation. "Alright..? I guess..?"

Lindsay walks off with Trent, while Harold, Gwen and Bridgette follow after them. LeShawna gives Heather a friendly touch on the shoulder and a smile as she walks past them.

"What's up, Heather?"

"I heard what happened to your big candy stash, Owen. That's soooo sad!"

"I know! I miss all my gummy drops already! And my sour Jimmy's, and my jawbreakers, and my pineapple infused lemon bars, and-"

Heather rolls her eyes. "Right, right, so traumatic! Hey, speaking of traumatic, have you noticed what a train wreck Gwen and Trent's relationship has become?"

"You know, now that you mention it, Trent was pretty concerned over the fact that Gwen was constantly talking behind your back."

Her expressions softens. "He.. was?"

"Yeah! He said she was really mean to you for almost no reason. Said you've been nicer and nicer since that incident near the beginning of camp and that he feels bad for helping pour animal meat all over you in the shower."

And she's back to tense. "He did what?!"

"Oops, sorry.. But yeah! He feels awful!"

Heather scoffs. "Ugh… Let's make a deal, big guy. I'll find you another supply of all the candy you could ever dream of, on the condition that you tell Trent this terrible secret that no one else can know about that only I know."

"What's the secret?"

Heather holds her pinky out. "Promise me, Owen. No big mouthing to anyone about this."

Owen returns the pinky swear. "Of course, you can trust me! I'm Catholic, I have no choice but to keep secrets that eat me away inside, hehehe."

"Good." Heather looks around. The coast is clear. She whispers into his ear. "Gwen thinks that Trent… sucks in the saddle."

Owen gasps. "That's horrible! W-why did she say that to you?"

"That girl has loose lips when she's wasted. Besides, she has no respect for that poor man. He honestly deserves better."

"Is- is that true?"

"It is. Sucks, doesn't it? Well, once you tell him that and make him aware of what kind of bitch he's dealing with, you can make a list of all the artery clogging candy you want me to get for you." Heather walks off, a sly smirk on her lips as she does so. Owen whimpers, following behind her.


The see-through dodgeball court now contains a few updates – an icey floor that some campers struggle to not slip on, two nets, one on each side of the arena, and hockey sticks hung up on the walls, with one puck in the center of the rink. Chris sits on top of the tall chair that he sat in during the dodgeball challenge, wearing a referee jersey.

"Welcome, players! Killer Bass, stay right there. Screaming Gophers, go towards the other side."

They do as told, though on their way there, Owen slips and falls on the ice. Trent helps him up as he cradles his head. "Trent.. Ah, we need to talk."

"In a minute, buddy. Let's do this challenge first."

"You've all got maple flowing through your veins, so you probably know what's about to go down. Every challenge in today's X-treme Sports challenge will range from easy, to hard, to EXTREME!"

"Ugh, why do I get the feeling that this challenge is going to make you twice as obnoxious?"

"Hey, easy, LeShawna! To alleviate the headache, sweat and tears you'll probably be experiencing during this challenge, the winner overall will be awarded McLean brand jerseys and basketball shorts!" Chris stands up, showing off the merch in his hands. Crickets sound off as the contestants look between each other.

"Seriously?" Duncan questions.

Chris rolls his eyes. "Whatever, more for me. You'll also be getting a mobile shower, with as many stalls as you'll need, endless conditioner and shampoo, and some of the best water in the country."

"Now THAT'S a reward!" LeShawna exclaims, every other female in the building (except for Gwen) a lot more excited. The guys all shrug.

Heather turns to her team, grabbing a stick. "No way… okay, team, looks like I'm taking up the leader position. We have to ensure we'll win that shower!"

"Careful you don't piss anyone off today." Gwen replies.

"And that's why you're not team leader." Trent states, making Gwen gasp. Heather grins, winking at Lindsay who just blinks back with full confidence.

"So what do we gotta do?" DJ asks.

"Standard hockey, though for time's sake, you only need three points to win. Choose your goalies." Chris orders.

"Owen." Everyone on the Gophers answers in unison.

"Ahahaha, wow, I'm flattered!" Owen blushes, grabbing his stick before walking towards the goal.

"The choice is obvious." LeShawna agrees.

"I choose Harold. If anyone's taking hockey pucks to the face, it should be him." Duncan suggests, looking around for the nerd who has seemingly disappeared.

"Hey, where is Harold?" Bridgette asks her team.

Harold is right below Chris, clasping his hands together on his knees. "Please, Chris, please let me switch teams!"

"Why should I exactly? You got a bribe?"

"I'll give you my holographic Blastoise! Only second to my holographic Charizard when it comes to my rare Pokemon card collection!"

"Look, dude, you're lucky I even let you stay on the show after that stunt you pulled yesterday."

The other Bass hear this, approaching the two. "Wait.. what stunt?" Duncan asks.

"He still hasn't fessed up? Geez! You are one stubborn cat, dude." Chris shakes his head.

Harold looks away shamefully. "I…"

Bridgette crosses her arms. "What did he do?"

"He took out the hard drive from the confessional cam and edited your votes so it looked like you voted for Courtney. Not cool, dude." The host explains. Duncan is irate.

"What!? You fucking geek! I knew it!"

Bridgette grits her teeth. "How could you, Harold?!"

"It was- i-it was revenge! For everything Duncan did!" Harold points a finger at the delinquent.

"But dude, you didn't just hurt Duncan! You hurt Bridge, too!" Geoff replies, putting his arm around Bridgette's shoulders supportively while she glares at Harold.

"I… I didn't know you were so close." Harold sadly responds. Bridgette scoffs.

"Yeah, right."

"So get this nerdling outta here!" Duncan demands.

"Uh, no way, dude. The drama is WAY too spicy now." Chris says with a grin.

"Then can you at least bring Courtney back? She was unfairly booted." Bridgette asks.

"Hm… Let me think about that… no!" Chris answers.

"But why?" DJ asks.

"Because every elimination is final. You can't come back ever, remember?"

Bridgette sighs, while the others look disappointed, aside from Harold. "Fair enough.."

"Hey, look, I'll be goalie, alright? Let's get this done!" Geoff says, running towards the goal with a stick in hand. Bridgette smiles at him.

(Confessional: Bridgette)

"Hey Courtney, if you're watching this, now you know I never voted you out. So, can we be friends again.. Please?"

(Confessional end)

The Bass and Gophers brace themselves for the challenge, with Chris blasting an air horn to sound off the first round. Geoff gives a thumbs up to his team while they look back and nod at him. DJ and LeShawna fight for control of the punch with their sticks, but LeShawna overpowers him at the very last second, launching him off his feet and onto the floor like a turtle on its back. She scoots across the arena, though Bridgette is able to nimbally skirt past her with the puck now in her control.

"Hey, Malibu, over here!" Duncan shouts, waving at Bridgette. She chooses to trust him, tossing the puck his way, which he effortlessly catches and shoots between Heather's feet, launching the puck towards Owen, who absorbs it within his belly fat. It falls down at his feet, giving Gwen enough time to skate up to Geoff.

"Hey, Geoff, this might not be the best time but-"

"Gwen! Haha, what's up, girl? Aw man, you know where that ball from earlier went?"

"Uh.. no idea. Hey, write any romantic, inspiring poems about.. say, Bridgette lately?"

Geoff raises an eyebrow and squints like he's trying to read. "What's a poem?"

Gwen blinks. "Are you serious?"

"I must have skipped that class." He says, scratching behind his neck.

Determined, Gwen doesn't give up. "But.. you did write something in a love note, right?"

"Oh yeah, I've done that." Geoff nods.

The goth smiles, finally getting somewhere. "Really? For who?"

"Well, for-" The puck soars in, punching Geoff in the stomach. "Awwww! My gut!" He collapses, clutching himself.

"Geoff! Are you okay?" Bridgette calls, to no answer.

Gwen subtly pokes the puck into the goal, the buzzer sounding off.

"Wooohooo! Get it, girl!" LeShawna praises from across the court.

"Sorry, Geoff." Gwen apologizes.

"It's cool.. 'Sall good." Geoff chokes, groaning. Duncan skates up to him.

"I got goalie this time, take up offense, party boy."

"Yeah.. I can do that." He stands up and slowly shuffles towards the others on his team. Bridgette looks at Gwen as if to say "well?" but Gwen simply shrugs, earning a sigh from her as the goth moves back into her position on the Gophers side.

The second round begins, with the airhorn blasting from McLean. Heather easily secures the puck from DJ, but as she snickers away, Bridgette secures it from her. She gasps. "Harold, now's your chance!" She whispers to the geek.

"But then they'll blame me for our first loss and I'll be doomed!" Harold whispers back.

"Ugh, useless!" She scoffs.

"B-but Heather!" He reaches out desperately as she skates away.

"Don't wanna hear it." He lowers his head. Bridgette somehow manages to skate past not only Gwen and Trent with some impressive dodges, but also tosses the puck right past Owen's shoulder.

Wooooomp!

"That's 1-1, Bass to Gophers!" Chris announces.

"Owen, what the hell? You're goalie for a reason." LeShawna says.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about all my perished sour candy and got a little lost in thought." The big guy admits.

"Hey, go easy on him. We're all trying out here." Trent defends.

"Why should we? We all want that shower, don't you?" His girlfriend fires back, hands on her hips.

He rubs the back of his neck. "I mean.. Yeah, but-"

"Then stick your head in the game, dude." Gwen skates off, leaving Trent to shake his head with furrowed brows. He walks up to Owen.

"Sorry about that, man, I tried."

Owen twiddles his thumbs, looking pitifully at Trent. "Oh, uh.. Trent. I have something to tell you."

"Huh? It's gonna have to wait until the end of the game, dude. You heard the lady."

Owen sighs as Trent goes back into position.

(Confessional: Owen)

"Poor Trent! Why would Gwen treat him so horribly behind his back? He's such a cool guy! I mean, anybody would be lucky to have him!... I mean, ehehehe, he's cool and stuff, ya know? Aw, stupid!" He hits himself in the face embarrassingly.

(Confessional end)

Lindsay and DJ are up to bat for the puck next.

"Good luck, Lindsay! I hope you win that shower."

"Awww, thanks, DJ! I hope you win that shower, too!"

"Merciless, dude!" Duncan shouts.

"Focus, Lindsay! We need a hot shower!" Heather adds.

"Oh yeah. Sorry, DJ."

"Go!" The host exclaims. Lindsay hits the puck so hard that it hits the wall of the building, then launches back and forth like a pinball machine until it gets to the Bass goal. Duncan tries to block it, but it simply disarms him and smacks him across the face several times until he's on the floor and the puck is in the net.

"Wooohoooo! Yeah!" The Gophers cheer. DJ and Geoff help Duncan up.

"Sorry…" DJ mutters.

Duncan pushes him away softly. "Ugh! You need to get your head in the game! You can't play offense, so try a little defense."

"Look, Duncan.. I know you're pissed off, man, I get it. But we're friends. You ain't gotta be so mean to me." DJ sniffles, almost ready to cry.

"Chyeah. Plus Courtney's still totally into you, I bet." Geoff says.

"It has nothing to do with Courtney. I just don't want to lose. Alright?" He softens his tone, looking around awkwardly.

"Yeah. Yeah I get it." DJ whimpers, wiping away any faltering tears.

"Sorry, for flipping out. Let's just win." Duncan says, putting a hand on DJ's shoulder. The big guy smiles, his tears drying.

Geoff hollers, "Yeah! Let's do it!" The guys all high five, leading into a montage in which we see two games played out, one where Heather easily scores against DJ with a puck slam dunk, and another where Duncan trips up Owen before landing his own goal.

"The teams are neck and neck! One more point to decide who wins the easy round. Who's it gonna be?~" Chris explains, looking between both teams with anticipation. It's Trent vs. Bridgette, both staring each other down.

"Hey, Trent. Got a second?" She asks.

"Uh… is this some kind of trick?" Trent questions.

"No! I don't fight dirty. I don't need to." She says confidently.

He chuckles. "What's up?"

"You and Gwen are together.."

"Right."

"So have you written anything for her lately?"

"Uh, define 'for her'? Nothing she can hear, I hope. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, just curious." She leans to the side and looks at Gwen, giving her a thumbs up and a nod. Gwen smiles softly.

(Confessional: Gwen)

"Maybe I've been a little hard on everybody lately. Old habits die hard, ya know? Maybe I owe him an apology."

(Confessional end)

"Begin!" Chris yells. Trent hits the puck out of Bridgette's stick, but Bridgette is faster to grab it as it steers around the arena, spinning in order to pass it up to Geoff. Geoff runs with it, shoving Lindsay out of the way before LeShawna blindsides him with an ear shattering nut strike, sending him to the floor.

"Sorry, brother, you don't know what this sister is willing to do for hot water!" She hollers, dodging Duncan and even pushing past Bridgette in order to strike the puck directly into DJ's chest, crashing both him and the puck into the net.

"And the Gophers win the first part of the challenge!" Chris announces, a cacophony of cheers from the winning team erupting while DJ groans in his net prison. LeShawna hugs Heather tightly in celebration.

"Hot shower here we come!"


Standing on the talent show pavilion, the teams look down at a seemingly inconspicuous metal rope, the Gophers on one side and the Bass on the other. Chris stands in the middle, hiding one hand behind his back.

"Alright, campers, listen up! If the Gophers win this challenge, they win immunity. But, if the Bass prevail, we move onto the third round. This challenge is a classic summer camp game of tug of war. You know the rules: whichever team punks out first, loses, and the other team wins."

"Punks out? I thought it was losing the rope that made you lose?" Trent questions.

"Well, there's a bit of a twist to this one. For every second someone isn't eliminated, the heat of this rope will accelerate." Chris reveals a remote with a big red button on it and presses it. The heat emitting off the rope can just barely be felt. The contestants look at him like he's crazy.

"Now that's fucked up." Duncan comments with a humorless chuckle. Chris resets the ropes temperature.

"Bass, you obviously have the disadvantage, having less people. But that'll only make this whole thing more extreme! Are we ready?"

"Yes, let's get this over with." Heather answers.

"I feel that.. I am not ready to get my hands all burnt up. But if it's for that reward.. Let's do it." LeShawna replies. Both sides pick up the cold metal. Chris' eyes dart between both sets of teens before he finally presses the button.

"Go!" He fires off a starter pistol into the air, with both sides pulling at their absolute hardest. Owen pulls so hard that he ends up making Harold slip and fall on his face, already eliminating him.

"Hold on!" Geoff shouts, pulling behind Bridgette as hard as he can. The heat rises, scaring Lindsay off the rope.

"Good going, big guy!" Trent praises Owen, the Gophers in the lead. Though smoke is now emitting from their hands, only Heather drops out afterwards, yelping in pain as she clasps at her hands. Gwen stays determined, something Owen spots easily, clenching his teeth.

"T-Trent.. I have something to confess." Owen says.

Trent looks at him. "Now? You couldn't have said it on the way over here?"

"I didn't have the courage to!"

"Alright, alright, what is it?"

"I.. I kind of.. I heard that Gwen said to one of the girls that you.. Suck in the sack!"

"What?!" Trent gets so shell shocked that he immediately let's go of the rope, allowing DJ to pull the rope back to the middle.

"Ah, Trent are you okay?!" Gwen questions. Trent turns his head away from her, walking away.

"I'm fine." He mutters, cradling his hands as he leaves the area. Gwen looks worried.

"Focus, girl!" LeShawna commands. Gwen turns her attention back to the challenge, with Bridgette letting go of the burning feeling on her hands so she can chase Trent.

"Where you going, Bridge?" Geoff calls out.

"I- uh.. Have to check something!" Bridgette stammers, turning to look at him.

"Oh. Okay!" He shrugs, continuing to pull hard.

(Confessional: Bridgette)

"I know I may have screwed over the team, but Gwen looked so distressed! I had to help out and find out what was wrong."

(Confessional: Heather)

"Harold sealed his fate with me when he actively tried to help the Bass win. He says one thing and his actions tell a different story. Huh, guess I shouldn't have trusted the guy who scammed Courtney."

(Confessional: Harold)

"Do you think Heather saw my awesome sacrifice? I had to look like I was trying, but I think she got the message. Screaming Gophers here I come!"

(Confessional end)

"The Bass and Gophers are neck and neck! Keeping the rope in the middle completely balanced! LeShawna, Gwen and Owen Vs. Duncan, DJ and Geoff! Looks like some campers are ready to cramp out, though.." The host amusedly commentates.

LeShawna grits her teeth, but the burning is just too much for her. She cries out, throwing her hands off the rope. "I-I can't do it! I may have asbestos hands, but this is just cruel!"

"You're telling me! I'm dying here!" DJ screams.

"DJ, don't stop! We need you!" Duncan orders, pulling with all of his might.

"Yeah, dude! You're like a brickhouse! Pull harder!" Geoff praises, nearly thrown off balance. DJ smiles through the pain, then gets serious as he pulls back as hard as he can.

"Nnngghhhhh!"

Meanwhile, Owen is really feeling the pain now, despite his best efforts. "Hot, hot, sooo hot!"

"Owen, please don't cramp out!" Gwen pleads.

"I.. I can't do it! Ngh- I'm sorry!" Owen yelps, barely able to cling on anymore.

Duncan, DJ and Geoff pull tighter, throwing Gwen and Owen completely off balance, securing the rope. They toss it to the side, jumping and cheering loudly. Heather walks up to Harold angrily. Harold smiles obliviously.

"Did you see my awesome sacrifice?"

"What sacrifice? You helped them win!" She shoves a sharp nail into his chest, shocking him.

"I- I only had to make it look like I was helping! I could have done all that by myself if I wanted to." He says, putting his hand up nerdily.

"Yeah, right. You and I? We're no longer Peter and MJ-"

"So you admit-"

"Not what I meant! W-we're done! Okay? We're not teaming." She waves her arms for emphasis.

He lowers his head. "Oh… B-but-"

She puts a finger on his lips. "Zip it. If word gets out, we're both dead."

His shoulder slump. "Okay.." Heather walks away.

Chris puts Harold into a headlock, noogying his hair while staring into the camera. "The Killer Bass take it! That's neck and neck, which means we'll have to trigger a tie breaker challenge! Place your bets at home, we'll be back after the break!"

"Is this really necessary?" Harold asks, receiving no answer.


Trent sits behind a tree, a lighter in his hand and a blunt in his mouth. He lights the joint's end and inhales, the camera panning a bit so we can see the secret hole in the tree he hid it in. He blows smoke out, his eyes turning red as he coughs.

Bridgette wanders the woods, looking for him. "Trent? Trent, you out here?"

He waves his arm out from behind the tree. "Over heeeereeee." He calls.

Bridgette raises a brow, walking towards his arm. Looking past the tree, her eyes go wide. "Oh my god, are you smoking?"

"Just weed. Not cigarettes, relax."

"You have kush? For real?"

"Is that why you're looking for me? 'Cause you smelled it and wanted some?"

"I'm good. We still have one more challenge, and I'm not getting voted off because I wanted to indulge, even if I could really use some right about now."

"Offers on the table. It's good shit. I get it from a reliable source."

"Mind if I sit down with you?"

"Sure, if you wanna get a contact high." He takes a hit off his blunt as Bridgette sits down across from her, hugging her knees.

"I wanted to talk about Gwen."

He blows smoke in her face. She makes a small effort to push it out of the way. "Oh boy, did she send you?"

Coughing with her mouth closed, she answers. "No. I saw how distressed she was about your sudden departure and took it into my own hands."

He looks down at himself. "Nobody actually worries about me."

"Uh-huh.. Then why am I right here?"

"Because you're a good person. Or whatever." He folds his arms, pouting with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I suppose I am. But I also worry about her and how she's feeling."

He rolls his eyes. "Oh, god. Who cares how she's feeling? She said I sucked in the saddle."

"She said that?" Bridgette asks skeptically.

"Yeah, and that's another thing. How come she's always judging other people, a-and insulting them? Huh? What kind of supposedly good natured soul does that?"

"I had never heard her saying anything like that about your.. Performance. And frankly it's none of my business. Who told you that?"

"I'm not gonna betray Owen by telling you."

They exchange an awkward silence.

"Shit. Sorry, dude.." He mutters, pinching the blunt between his teeth for another rip.

"Look, Trent, I'm not your mom, but I am Gwen's friend. I think you two need to talk about how you're feeling and the accusations third parties have been throwing out, to put them to rest."

"Just leave me alone. You're another one out to overcorrect everything I do."

"It's really not like that."

"That's what dad used to say." He takes another hit.

"I think there's something more going on you're not telling me. It's not just about Gwen, is it?"

Tears suddenly form in his eyes as the smoke subsides. "I fucking love her, Bridge. Why doesn't she love me back?"

Bridgette looks surprised. "Love is a strong word for a girl you hooked up with like, a week or two ago."

"I feel like I've known her my whole life. She's the most beautiful, intelligent and interesting woman I've ever met. Why does she hate me? Fuck me, this sucks." He pinches the bridge of his nose, covering his face to scrub the tears away.

"Hey, dude, look at me."

He does so, sniffling.

"I understand. I've been where you are, only with more ice cream and under much more extreme circumstances. I get it. You're hurt. But you have no evidence that any of that 'sucks in the saddle' stuff is real. She loves you, too, she's just different from most girls you've dated before. And besides, Gwen's a goth. She's used to shit talking the popular crowd. I thought you were into that?"

"I mean.. It can be cool.. But Heather's just a victim. She hasn't done anything to anyone lately, and yet we constantly harass her."

Bridgette hums. "What changed?"

"Uh.. I dunno, I just felt bad for her one day. Like, after we poured meat all over her. I thought back to where I got the idea from, and how awful the situation got for everyone, and how awful it probably made Heather feel to get pranked that badly. I dunno, man, I-I care too much. Sue me, alright? Sue me for caring too much."

"Come here." Bridgette extends her arms, which Trent practically leaps into. "...Did you by chance write a haiku about Gwen?"

"Huh? No. Haikus aren't my forte. I like music more. I-I thought everybody knew that." He whimpers.

Bridgette swears under her breath. "Well.. let's see if we can fix this anyway, okay?" He nods, clinging onto her harder.


Chris stands before the contestants at what appears to be a massive mudslide deep in the woods, a few beaver dams spread out around the area, as well as some red and green flags spread dug into the mud. There are two man made, poorly crafted jet skis behind the host, one red and one green to represent the team colors. Everyone is present except for Trent and Bridgette, who only now arrive with Trent's eyes still red and Bridgette basically leading him out of the woods.

"Trent, are you okay?" Gwen asks panically, running up to him as he stares into her eyes, smiling.

"Gwen! We need to like.. Talk!" He puts his hands on her bony shoulders, his breath hitting her like a

"Right now? Wait, are you high?"

Bridgette rubs the back of her neck. "Sorry, this is the only way he'd do it."

"I love you, Gwen.. so much. Like, more than anyone I've ever loved before."

"You.. do?"

"Of course! You're my girl, babe. I-I heard you said some… things behind my back from other people, n-not Bridgette! But I think I wanna talk about them. Wanna ditch this and talk about our feelings?"

"Aww.. that's so sweet." Gwen squeezes him, hugging him tenderly with a sweet kiss as the girls, DJ and Owen all let out an 'awwww'. Well, all of them except for Heather, who glares at the surfer girl. Even Lindsay is fooled. The couple leave the challenge entirely to go make-out and talk things through.

(Confessional: Heather)

"How could I have possibly seen that coming?! They're on separate teams! Ugh.. stupid Bridgette. She'll pay for ruining my sabotage... Oh, what am I saying? It's not all over yet. I'll leave them alone for now. I have bigger fish to fry on the Bass it seems. Starting with…"

(Confessional end)

"Whatever the challenge is, we nominate Harold." Duncan says, smirking at the geek. He goes wide eyed before relaxing.

"Ha, I'll win it for us, and then you'll see!" He winks at Heather, but she just rolls her eyes.

"You ain't winning anything today, string bean! We're winning that shower. So, I vote Heather goes." LeShawna says.

Heather is shocked. "You have that much faith in me?"

LeShawna smiles. "'Course, girl."

(Confessional: LeShawna)

"Am I overcompensating for that stupid mistake I made last episode? Heh, maybe. But I truly do feel bad, and I believe in her. She's the team leader for a reason."

(Confessional end)

"Ahem.. you don't even know the challenge yet." Chris says.

"Don't need to. They have complete faith in me." Heather confidently says, a hand on her breasts.

"Okay. Heather, get on the Gophers jet ski. Harold, stand on the skis themselves."

"I can do this with my eyes closed." Harold gloats, doing so. Heather jumps on the Gophers jet ski.

"I'm sure. Bass, Gophers, pick another set of representatives. Gophers, with Gwen and Trent MIA, you're forced between two rocks and a hard place, hehehe."

"Is that a big girl joke?!" LeShawna growls.

"What? Of course not!" Chris sarcastically replies. "So, who do you pick?"

"Ooh, I'll do it!" Lindsay claps, jumping in place.

LeShawna shrugs. "I guess you are the lightest.. What's the challenge exactly?"

"The challenge is the most EXTREME challenge YET!" He says into a loudspeaker, making everyone put their hands over their ears. "It's a game of capture the flag. Each team has six flags to grab, Gophers get the green ones, Bass get the red. The drivers of each jet ski will be driving the other team's catcher around, trying their hardest to keep them away from the flags. If the catcher falls off the jet ski, it's an instant victory for that team. However, if one team gets six flags before the other, that team wins. Get it? Got it? Good! Bass, pick your driver."

"I call shotgun! I haven't driven in ages, and nothing legally." Duncan jumps on the jet ski, revving the handle. Lindsay giggles.

"Yippee! This is gonna be fun!"

"Cool! Here are the road rules: there are no road rules! Which means this is gonna be awesome! Now, start your engines!" Chris shouts, Heather doing so next to Duncan. The Bass and Gophers cheer for their teammates, with Duncan glaring at Heather, and her doing the same back.

"Get set… go!" He fires the starter pistol four times in the air like a maniac, both jet ski's speeding away. Bridgette looks up at DJ, nudging him on the shoulder.

"So… Read any good poems lately?"

DJ grins, asking in a mocking tone, "So… asked any arbitrary, way out of left field questions lately?"

Bridgette leans over to see if she can get a more detailed read on him, but he remains grinning and cross armed. Sighing, she gives up.

Duncan and Heather charge forward, both of their opponents clinging onto their lines. There are a few ramps in the mud for them to drive over, both of them happily obliging.

"WOOOHOOO! This rocks!" Duncan yells as they dart into the air, falling back down into the mud just in time for Lindsay to grab a flag and stick it in her cleavage.

"I know, right? Weeeee!" Lindsay cheers, raising one of her hands up. Duncan turns back, shocked that she's so relaxed. Meanwhile, Heather is absolutely dominating Harold, with the geek's face trailing in the mud as he clings on for dear life to the cord. His entire body lays down, even as they pass by the ramp, however he does manage to grab a flag as Heather drives off of it.

"Flag 1 for Gophers, and flag 1 for Bass!" Chris announces over the speakers, inciting an intense reaction from the crowd.

"No!" Heather shouts, speeding up even faster as they hit another ramp, Harold grinning widely as he's lifted off the ground and carried in mid-air. The camera can't keep up, however a few seconds later, Heather turns around, Harold now holding five flags. Heather glares at him, seething.

"That's now 6 flags for the Bass! The Bass might just take it!" Chris shouts from his ATV, following the action from afar.

"Come on, Heather.." LeShawna mutters under her breath, pacing back and forth. The contestants on standby can't see the action, and rely on Chris' commentary to guide them through what's going on.

On the other team, Duncan looks back to see Lindsay doing just as well as Harold, only now with flags in her skirt, between her thighs, in her teeth and in her bosom. "How did you? I thought you were just- ah, the hell with this!" Duncan speeds up, using zig zagging motions to try to throw her off, charging towards the next area at speeds Lindsay can only scream at with thrill. She stays on regardless.

"Both teams are neck and neck, with the final flags located in the deadly beavers' dams! Who will take it home?!" Chris announces.

(Confessional: Duncan)

"I always thought Lindsay was one of those anorexic chicks who couldn't do anything without a tough dude to help her. How was I supposed to know she was a total daredevil? Helluva ride, though, huh?"

(Confessional: Lindsay)

"Okay, this camp kind of sucks.. But tell me that wasn't the funnest ride ever!"

(Confessional end)

Heather gasps when she sees a red flag in a particularly easy spot to catch in the beavers dam, which coincidentally is also the last place she can possibly go. After the dams, it's a stretch of grass and a tiny dock by the swamp. She's done for. She has to think quickly. She turns around in her jet ski, not watching the road as they careen forward. She takes out her nail file.

(Confessional: Heather)

"I couldn't let that dorkweed win, if anyone needs a reward here it's me. So, I decided to literally cut him loose."

(Confessional end)

Standing up, she holds the file out, leaning towards the hook that keeps Harold tied to the jet ski. "Game over, Napoleon!"

Harold turns around, grinning as he notices how far behind Duncan and Lindsay are. "Victory is!- huh?" He spots Heather standing over him, his eyes shrinking as he realizes what she's about to do. "Wait, Heather, don't!"

She leans down, only for a tree branch to knick her top, ripping it clean off. Her boobies exposed to Harold, and censored to the viewing world. She covers up immediately, screaming. Harold smiles brainlessly, eyes turned to hearts. Just then, Heather crashes into the beaver dam and lands on the bear from the night before as he scarfs down sour candy by the treeline. She stands up and runs away, clutching her chest as the bear blinks in confusion. Harold, meanwhile, hits his head against a rock, losing all of his flags. Chris sounds his airhorn off, with Lindsay securing the last flag.

"Man, I dunno what Heather did to make Harold lose his concentration like that, but whatever it was, it left the Bass team with a total wipeout! The Screaming Gophers win!"

"WOOOOOOOO!" They cheer, LeShawna finding the strength to lift Owen up and squeeze him as hard as she can. He sounds like a squeaky toy, hugging back weakly.

Lindsay runs up to Duncan, covered in mud and grabs his hands, jumping up and down. "That! Was! So! Much! Fun! EEEEhhhh!"

Confused, Duncan looks down at her. "Uhh.. yeah." He chuckles. "Damn straight it was!"

"High five!" Lindsay offers. Duncan smiles and accepts.

"Good game, Lindsay, I didn't see it coming." He replies.

"Thanks!" She blushes, turning her cheek with a big smile.

"That means the Bass team has some thinking to do.. While the Gophers get the mobile shower of their dreams!"

"We won the shower?" Heather asks, hiding her boobs with a piece of fabric from her shirt.

Chris smirks. "Yup! No thanks to you. Go wash up. Dinner is leftovers in the mess hall, since Chef's busy repairing the outhouse confessional."

"Only leftovers? Bummer." Owen snaps his finger at the speakers' announcement.

"I'm up first for that shower, y'all! I mean, who are we kidding, there's probably a stall for all of us!" LeShawna screams in excitement, jumping up and down.

"Wooohooo, hygiene, I guess.." Owen feigns enthusiasm.

Geoff turns to Bridgette, his hand over her slumped shoulder. "Guess you gotta stink like the rest of us dudes, huh?"

She laughs. "Hm. I guess so."

(Confessional: Harold)

"Boobies…"

(Confessional end)


Gwen and Bridgette sit together at dinner, with Trent walking past them and smiling with a wave at them before sitting with Owen on the other bench.

"So, you two hashed it out I see." Bridgette remarks.

"Yeah, apparently Owen got some bad information. Not to be gross or anything, but Trent's actually my first. I would never say he sucks in any regard. Well, aside from when he goes down below, but maybe that's TMI." She jokes with a smile.

She smiles back. "Hey, I'm very sex positive, I don't judge."

"Did you ever find out who wrote the love notes? I asked Trent and he said it wasn't him."

"I asked DJ and even Owen just now, but both of them implied the same. And Geoff?" They both turn to the other bench.

"Check it out, D-men, someone airdropped this dope ass picture of a monkey!" Geoff exclaims, holding up his phone so they can see it.

"That's what you're using your service on?" DJ questions.

"Uhh.. yeah! Look at him, he's such an awesome little guy!" Geoff says like it's obvious.

Bridgette and Gwen giggle at him. "So if it's not Geoff, Owen, DJ or Trent.. Maybe it's Duncan?" Bridgette suggests.

"Yeah, right. He's romantic for sure, especially under all that filth, but no way. It's far too clean for him." Gwen says.

"True, and Courtney's gone now. Pretty sure he'd make it known."

LeShawna sighs with relief, walking in only wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe with a pep in her step and a satisfied look on her face. She stops at the girls. "Ah.. Gwen, you try that shower yet?"

"No, I'm gonna go in after this." Gwen answers.

LeShawna looks between them. "What's up?"

"Oh, we found this love note at breakfast today and we haven't been able to find out who wrote it or who it's for." Bridgette explains, holding the note up.

"Lemme see." LeShawna takes it, reading the poetry. "Oh, easy, this was written for me."

"For you?" They say in unison.

"You didn't know? Guess I didn't tell anyone.. But I've been receiving these anonymous love notes since week one of camp."

"Seriously? And you never once told me?"

"There wasn't much to tell, and I didn't want whoever it was to get scared off if word spread. I like the attention!"

"Do you know who writes them?"

"Who knows? Nobody could resist a booty this curvaceous~" LeShawna turns around, showing off her outrageously sized ass before strolling back outside. Gwen and Bridgette are at a loss for words before chuckling.

"Well then, that's one half of the mystery solved." Bridgette says.

"You got that right.. But who wrote it?"


Later that night at the bonfire ceremony, the Killer Bass sit on the log chairs crafted for this very special losing occasion. Chris stands before them with a plate of four marshmallows.

"As you know, if you do not receive a marshmallow, you will be forced to walk the Dock of Shame, board the Boat of Losers and leave. That means you're outta the contest and can't come back… ever."

Harold looks surprisingly relaxed and out of it.

(Confessional: Harold)

"Boobies…"

(Confessional end)

Duncan looks tired, glaring Harold's way, while Geoff and DJ look relaxed. Bridgette is also glaring Harold's way, a smile smirk on her face.

"Harold, we've double checked the confessional cam today and it seems untampered with. Regardless, that stunt will never happen again. We do have SOME rules around here. Nevertheless, the following contestants are safe: Geoff, DJ and Bridgette."

All three of the friends stand up and walk up to Chris, accepting their marshmallows. "Muchos luchos, compadre!" Geoff cheers, getting his friends to laugh. Duncan crosses his arms, hopping his knee impatiently.

"That just leaves one last marshmallow. Harold, you concussed yourself for reasons nobodies quite sure of, earning your team a very bad loss. Duncan, you lost to Lindsay, the bimbo airhead that nobody takes seriously, with the grace and gestures of a cheerleader."

Duncan grits his teeth and walks up to Chris, grabbing his collar. "The chick.. Was determined." He growls. Chris smiles nervously, giving him his marshmallow.

"Which is why you're safe!.." Duncan lets go, popping the marshmallow in his mouth before turning around to face Harold. "Harold, time for you to say bye bye."

"Well, it's been fun, guys. We should take this time to reflect on all the awesome moments we had together."

Crickets go off. The Bass seem pretty apathetic. Harold lowers his head and gathers his luggage, walking towards the Dock of Shame. He realizes the Gophers are nearby as well thanks to the placement of the mobile shower, and turns around as the Boat of Losers chugs up to the dock. "Farewell Total Drama Island! I loved.. I lost.. And I saw boobies! What more could a man ask for?"

"You loved?" Bridgette questions.

"You're a man?" LeShawna asks, now in her street clothes.

"YOU saw boobies?" Gwen stammers.

Harold throws his luggage to the side. "LeShawna! I meant every word of those poems!"

"Poems? That was you?" LeShawna, touched, runs towards him.

"No way!" Bridgette whispers to Gwen, both of them stunned. Harold and LeShawna run towards one another, with LeShawna picking him up and hugging him tight as she nuzzles up against him.

"Mm, baby, you some kinda freaky!"

"Give daddy some sugar..!"

"Awwww.." Lindsay, Bridgette, Gwen, Owen and Trent emote, with the others either being disturbed (Duncan, DJ, Geoff) or not present (Heather). LeShawna and Harold lock lips briefly before Chef pulls him away and tosses him and his luggage onto the Boat of Losers. Chef gets in and drives off as Harold waves her goodbye. LeShawna waves back, walking with all the confidence in the world back to her castmates.

(Confessional: Chef)

The confessional cam is now fixed, with some minor bandages and whatnot placed around. "LeShawna and Harold? Man, I'm as shocked as you! But you didn't read the letters, hehehe.. Ooh, spicy~"

(Confessional end)

"Wait a second, so Harold saw your boobies?" Geoff asks.

"Can we see?" Owen requests.

LeShawna laughs. "Heck no! Wait a minute…" She turns back around, calling out to the ever going Boat of Losers, "Who's chest did you see?!"

That's when the mobile shower door opens, steam puffing out as Heather in a purple towel emerges. LeShawna gasps, connecting the dots. "You?! You showed him your titties?!"

"What? Oh, please, like I'd ever show that dweeb my boobs on purpose. It was an accident."

"Ugh.. well, that's awkward. Just don't let it happen again."

"Are you kidding? If I can help it, I never wanna see him again."

"Okay, you can stop."

"Sorry. I'm so happy for you." Heather hugs her, then walks back to the cabin. LeShawna raises a brow, hands on her hips.

(Confessional: LeShawna)

"Today has been one of the greatest days at this crappy summer camp. Actual fun challenges that aren't meant to kill us.. For the most part. And I got myself a new man, one that knows what LeShawna likes!~ But.. somehow.. I feel like there's something heavy on my mind. Earlier, Chris said that Courtney was eliminated because Harold messed with the confessional video, and a few days ago Heather showed me footage from her confessional. But it was.. Weird. Like it wasn't really her. Did they work together? Did Heather trick me?!.. I'm not gonna ruin this day. But as soon as I get the chance? I'm confronting her about this."

(Confessional end)

Chris stands outside of the repaired confessional with his iconic laugh. "Wow! Heather is in deep now! Though she managed to trick LeShawna for a while, her and Harold's secret alliance seems to be biting her in the butt at the worst possible time! Tomorrow morning, we'll be merging the teams, so to find out who gets split and who stays together, tune in on an all new…

Total.

Drama.

Island!"


Mid credits:

Harold cautiously steps onto the island, looking back and forth. Chef stands behind him, pointing towards a bench nearby. "There. We can finish up right there."

"F-f-finish up what?" He stutters, shaking in his boots.

"HAROLD!" Courtney screams from afar.

He swallows. "Gosh…"

Courtney sprints towards him at the speed of sound, only for Noah and Justin to hold her back at the last possible second. "Woah there!" Noah yells.

"Let go of me! He needs to pay!" She flails around, scratching and kicking at the air in front of her as Harold guards himself feebly.

"You don't wanna end up like your boyfriend and do time, right?" Justin says, looking into her eyes handsomely to no avail.

"Leave him out of this! This is about me and Harold!" She points at Harold. "You rigged the votes against me! You made me leave on bad terms with Bridgette! You screwed me out of one hundred thousand dollars!"

"I'm sorry, gosh!" He insincerely apologizes.

"Oh, you will be!" Courtney seethes.

"Can this wait until after the interview?" Chef questions.

"Please, we're dying here." Noah says. Courtney turns to look down at him.

"You don't know the half of it!" She pushes past both of them and walks away, glaring daggers at Harold.

"Geez, that chick on her period or something?" Justin asks.

"Really dude?" Noah says, eyebrow raised disapprovingly.

"What? She's crazy, Noah. Haven't you seen it? She doesn't even find me that attractive."

"Oh yeah, because only an insane person would think like that." He sarcastically jokes.

"Exactly." Justin says with a narcissistic nod.

"W-what's the interview, Chef?" Harold stutters, rising to his feet,

"It's for the Total Drama Website. It's basic stuff, your full name, your background, you know, boring stuff." Chef explains.

"Sounds like a quiz. Let's do it!" Harold enthuses, sitting down excitedly while Chef sits across from him. Noah and Justin walk away.

"First question, full name?"

"Uh.. Pass? Next question."

"..Why?"

"It's embarrassing! Okay.. fine, just first and last. Harold McGrady V."

"The V? The hell?"

"Yeah, it's a pretty honorary family title. Cool, huh?"

"Uh… no. Next question, what are your likes and dislikes?"

"That's far too broad of a topic. Can't you be a bit more specific?"

"Just answer the damn question! I got a bet on a football game tonight!"

"Okay, okay.. I like displaying my mad skills in front of a large group of people. I like My Little Pony and DnD, and all sorts of martial arts. Oh, and I love summer camp. But my biggest love of all is the luscious LeShawna." He sighs dreamily.

"Oh, I know, hehe." Chef snickers.

"I guess dislikes would be like.. Bullies. They're the worst."

"Damn straight. That's why you become the bully, before they can bully you any worse."

"I don't know about that, but-"

He puts his hands forward, not wanting to drag this out further. "Ah, okay, whatever! Next question, what's your favorite food?"

"So many to choose from. But the tried and true answer? Popcorn! Great for pretty much any occasion. I've spent a lot of time eating popcorn, like when Joker came out, or when Halo Reach came out, or even when I saw my first anime: Ninja Style Fun Ultra 3D Shake 'Em Up. Good times."

"What's your home life like?"

"Pretty good. I have two parents, a little sister and four adorable kitty cats. Wanna know their names?"

"I'm good. I imagine a dorky white guy like you has some pretty laid back parents."

"Yeah, pretty much. What about you, Chef?"

Chef stares off into space as the sound of his dad yelling and his mom singing plays in his head. Probably just a sick edit from the producers.. Probably. He shakes his head. "L-let's not talk about that right now! What's your dream job?"

"Uh.. I guess I'd be a musician. I've always wanted to make music. Before haikus, I planned on serenading LeShawna and writing a hate song about Duncan called 'Carpets Match Drapes.' Still working on the writing of that second one, but I got too nervous about the serenade. And about the wedgies…" He twiddles his thumbs.

"Final question: If you had won, what would you have done with the moolah?"

"Kicked off my music career, definitely. Bought my own studio, recording equipment, and maybe an even bulkier PC! Yeah, that's what I'd do."

Chef finishes writing, standing up. "Well, Harold.. Good luck."

Harold smiles. "Thanks, Chef."

"Oh, you dropped your strap-on, man."

"My what?!" He looks around sporadically by his feet.

Chef laughs to himself as he walks away. "Nothing, man, nothing.."

Just as Harold gets up with a shrug, Courtney flying kicks him in the chest, the screen fading to black as he lets out a pained "Ow! I said I was sorry!"


Credits resume.