"Last time on Total Drama Island! Harold got exposed for his audio mixing courtesy of mwah, outcasting him from his teammates even more than he already was. The drama heated up further when Gwen and Bridgette helped Trent see that Heather's rumors about him being weak in the sack were untrue. Meanwhile, the two girls found a love note that they both thought were written for one another from their love interests. This all culminated with LeShawna being the one the notes were written about… from Harold!"
Chris shakes his head, sitting in the mess hall next to Chef. "Who would have seen that coming?"
"I did. That boy is freaky.." Chef murmurs, laughing to himself. Chris shakes his head amusedly.
"LeShawna figured out that Heather used Harold to her advantage to cover up a bad lie. With the teams merging, how long will this secret stay unmentioned? Who will continue to stay friends, while the others tear at each other's throats? And who will win this sweet, mysterious bet between me and Chef?" Chris and Chef throw down a $50 each on the bench table, the host standing up eccentrically.
"Find out all this and more on the most thrilling episode 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.
Chris and Chef lean against the wall of the mess hall by the entrance. The door opens as the remaining ten contestants flood into the dining room. Owen, looking weak and tired, smells the air while his fellow castmates pass him by. "W-what? No breakfast?!"
"Oh, don't worry bro. There'll be plenty of food later on." Chris and Chef chuckle into their hands. LeShawna curls up an eyebrow as she enters.
"What are you pair of fools laughing at?" They stop momentarily, but then go back to giggling like children. The contestants take a seat at the benches for their teams, Bass on the furthest, Gophers closer to the entrance.
"Ahem.." Chris clears his throat, a big smile still on his face. "Congratulations to the remaining ten campers for reaching the halfway point in the competition. I want you all to be mindful that somewhere along the line, a jury of your peers will decide your fate, so look pretty for those cameras in body and soul."
"Sweet! I don't think I'll have any trouble there." Geoff exclaims, pumping his fist.
"Two teams will become one next week. But first, all the girls will be moved to the Gophers cabin, and all of the guys are in the Bass cabin. This challenge is as old as history itself.. A battle of the sexes!"
Duncan winks Heather's way, and she simply lifts her nose up and scoffs.
"After everyone is settled in, I'll announce the challenge. And then.. You'll have a bite to eat. Hehe." Chris and Chef chortle. The other contestants look confused. "Ready for a little good news?" That gets their proper attention. "This week.. No one will be kicked off. This challenge is all for a reward, and it's a good one." Everyone cheers, happy to be spared the suspense of being booted off next. Chris claps his hands together. "Okay, time to relocate! Let's move." The contestants leave their seats, heading for the door. Chris and Chef look between each other before laughing to themselves.
(Confessional: Heather)
"Okay, I just wanna say before anything else happens.. Beth, I know I was hard on you, but it was always for your own good. Don't ever forget the chance I gave you. Noah.. me and Owen are friends now. You don't have to hold a grudge against me, especially when I'm not holding one against you. And Courtney, I forgive you for the meat incident, girl. Such a girlboss moment. Harold… you're cool, too."
(Confessional: Owen)
"Woohoo, final ten! Hi Mom and Dad! I guess doing this whole reality show thing paid off in the end, huh? I hope you guys aren't too mad.. About everything. Hehe. Oh man, I really need lunch. I'm happy to be with the guys, though. Heather and Gwen kinda give me the creeps…" He whispers that last part.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Did I ever expect to place high here? Eh. Not exactly. But now that I've made it this far, there's no way in hell I'm losing. Bring on the reward challenge."
(Confessional: DJ)
"I won't lie, I'm gonna miss being friends with Bridgette, but if the guys need me in a challenge, I'll be sure to pull through for 'em. Can you believe it, Momma? The final ten! Root for me, I love you!"
(Confessional: Duncan)
"Does my placement shock me? Yeah right. I'm living the easy life, and I've got a strategy or two up my sleeve. See, this is where shit gets real. Geoff and DJ are tight with me, and now that two more guys are allied with me, I'm wondering if I can maybe get an angle on this. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for Trent and Owen."
(Confessional: Geoff)
"Final ten, baby! Wooooo! Aw man, I'm so jazzed! Brody, Evan, Jeremy! Look at me, dudes! I'm in the top ten! I'm on top of the world!"
(Confessional: Lindsay)
"Eeeeh, I cannot believe I got this far! I usually get far 'cause of how beautifully gorgeous and sweet I am, but I mean, this is like, really hard. I'm so proud of myself!"
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"I'm gonna miss the Bass team. We had our ups and downs, sure, and our fair share of.. Interesting personalities. I don't miss Eva, that's for sure. But I love the friends I made on that team. DJ, Geoff, Courtney.. Root for me, okay, Court?"
(Confessional: Trent)
"Guess it's just me and Owen now when it comes to my team. I don't really know anything about Geoff, DJ or Duncan. I mean, we showered together and shot the shit a few times, but I don't really get along with other dudes so well. At least I still have Gwen and LeShawna."
(Confessional: LeShawna)
"Since yesterday, I've been aching to have a conversation with Heather. No. Not even a conversation. An exposure. I can't believe I even gave her a second chance. I knew my gut was right. Hell, I knew my ears were right. Last time I ever make that mistake. Harold, baby, what on earth did she do to make you partner up with her against me like that? She better not have given you full access, or else we're gonna have some words."
(Confessional end)
Bridgette has her hands in her pockets, looking down at the floor sadly as she walks forward. DJ touches her shoulder and smiles, so she forces a smile back. Duncan winks at her with a shoulder rub, which she rolls her eyes at, and lastly Geoff grins at her, tilting his hat respectfully. Bridgette genuinely smiles at him, stopping in place to sneak a peek at his backside as he heads into the Bass cabin. Sighing dreamfully, she's startled out of her trance when Heather walks up next to her.
"Oh my gosh, your hair looks so nice! How have I never noticed before?"
"Thanks, I-"
"You've to let me know how you make it look so natural."
Bridgette laughs, flattered. "Oh, it is natural."
"Really?!" Heather fakes enthusiasm, smiling much more cheerfully than she usually does with her wrists pressed up against each other.
Gwen walks up next to Bridgette and whispers into her ear. "Watch it with this one. She's trouble." She walks towards the Gophers cabin, with Trent and LeShawna following closely behind. LeShawna glares at Heather when she waves at her. Heather sighs.
"It seems like nobody wants to be my friend.." She pouts. Bridgette looks between the Gophers cabin and Heather's eyes. Lindsay walks up to her and hugs her from behind.
"Aww, don't worry, Heather, I'll always be there for you."
Heather fakes a smile, shrugging the blonde off of her. "Ahem.. Lindsay. Could you make sure those catty girls don't mess with my stuff?"
"Oh, totally. Hi, Bridgette!" Lindsay waves sweetly. Bridgette waves back, watching her jog towards the cabin. Lindsay opens the door to see Gwen and LeShawna talking in hushed voices. They turn to her, hands on their hips intimidatingly. Lindsay's expression drops.
"Is something wrong? Aren't you guys excited that nobody's going home?"
"Not really." Gwen replies.
"Why not?" Lindsay questions.
"Because we'd rather be voting out that two-faced, backstabbing, lying little-" The venomous, wrathful words coming out of LeShawna's mouth are so foul that even the censors have to bleep her. Gwen covers her mouth halfway through her rant, cutting her off. Lindsay puts her hands over her mouth, shocked.
"Oookay, I think she gets it." Gwen says.
LeShawna takes Gwen's wrists in her hands and looks deep into her eyes. "I am so, so sorry I ever doubted you. Truly. Please forgive me."
Gwen shrugs, gently pushing her back. "It's cool. I'm just glad you finally came around."
"I don't get it." Lindsay mutters, catching them off guard.
"What was that, hun?" LeShawna says.
"Why are you all so mean to her?" Lindsay raises her face upward, her eyes big and innocent.
Gwen and LeShawna look at each other, laughing between themselves. Lindsay clenches her fists and glares at them, her angry side coming out for the very first time. "You're both bullies! She's barely done anything to anyone but try and help." She points her finger their way.
LeShawna furrows her brows. "Girl, you have no idea what you're talking about."
Gwen folds her arms. "You haven't noticed how she talks to us at all?"
"Can she come off a bit mean? Sometimes, maybe. But you don't see her intentions, or her heart. She's my best friend - the only friend I've ever had who stood by me even when I messed up and all you guys do is act mean towards her!"
"Didn't she prevent you from dating Tyler until he was voted off?" Gwen asks.
Without skipping a beat, Lindsay answers. "It's called strategy! I-I would have been distracted. T-this is a game show, right? Can't we all just understand that?"
"Lindsay, I think you need to relax." LeShawna says calmly, one hand on her hip.
"No! I-I won't stand by and just let you talk behind her back. From now on, no more bad mouthing Heather around me. Please." Her bottom lip quivers as she stomps her foot down, practically snarling at the two girls across the room.
Gwen scratches the back of her neck awkwardly. "...Okay, geez."
The door to the girls' cabin opens, revealing Heather. All eyes are on her, two angry and one on the verge of tears. "What's going on here?"
LeShawna walks up to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and whispering into her ear. "Heather. I ain't getting into it here and now, but I found out you were working with Harold. You lied to me with fabricated evidence."
"He told you?!"
"No. You just did."
Heather curses herself under her breath. "LeShawna, I-"
She puts a finger over Heather's mouth. "Ah, save it. I said I didn't wanna talk about it here. We are not friends. You and Lindsay are, and she doesn't want to talk bad about you or hear anything bad about you. So we're dropping it."
"If.. if that's how you feel, but-"
She steps back, returning her voice to a normal pitch. "Uh-uh, no more manipulation. Here's how we're gonna do things." LeShawna takes out a red marker from her purse, drawing a line in the middle of the cabin. "Y'all stay on that side, we'll stay on this one."
Heather looks down at the line, garnering up some fake emotions as she clutches her chest and turns so she doesn't have to face them, protruding her bottom lip for added effect. "Fine. I-I see how it is."
Lindsay embraces her in a hug, rubbing her back. "There, there, Heather.. It's okay."
Gwen rolls her eyes, sitting down on her bed. Trent pokes his head into the cabin, knocking on the wall to get one girl's attention. "Woah, what's up?" he questions upon seeing Heather's softly crying state.
Gwen approaches him, blocking them with her body as she steps outside. "We'll talk about it later. What is it?"
"I wanted to speak to you for a minute, if that's cool." He responds, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah, of course. I wanted to say something to you too." Gwen replies, closing the door.
"Uh oh." They share a laugh, Gwen sitting on the porch with him. "So… no more Screaming Gophers." He starts.
"Right." She nods.
"Does that mean, uh.. You know, cause we're on separate teams.." He lowers his head.
"Does it mean what?"
He traces a line on the wood, looking up into her eyes. "That we're enemies?"
Gwen smiles, placing a hand over his. "Pfft.. Trent, please. You're the sweetest guy I've ever been with. Scratch that, the only guy I've ever been with."
He grins. "Ah, so I'm best by proxy."
"Heh. Look, I was gonna ask the same thing. I don't want us to get all self centered just because the teams are merging. The relationship is even more important than the money to me."
"Same here. I was hoping you'd say that."
"Promise me you won't get lost in your head again? Promise?" She leans into him.
He rubs her cheek with the back of his hand. "Gwen.. the team only brought us together. You're my partner, no matter what. We're always gonna be a team."
Gwen smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck as he cradles her. "Thanks."
Over at the Bass cabin, Bridgette finishes gathering up her things, taking one last look at the now well organized, empty cabin. There's where Courtney overestimated how many ice cream sandwiches she could eat. That's where Eva threatened to kill her. That's where Izzy posted her 'Obunga' poster. And there's where Sadie and Katie would cuddle each other to sleep. She sighs, a sad smile on her face as she turns back around, only to see Geoff walking in. They both gasp upon seeing each other, but quickly smile at the sight of one another.
"Uh.. it was like.. Real cool working with you. You know, together, as a team!" Geoff says, his hands talking with him. Bridgette rubs her arm shyly.
"Y-yeah! I'm glad we got to know each other on a deep level and all.."
"Yeah, me too!" He enthusiastically replies.
"Because I-"
"I just wish-"
"Oh, sorry, you go!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off."
They stare into each other's eyes, their hands finding one anothers. Bridgette's luggage falls to the floor. Geoff stares into her eyes, fixing her hair. She blushes, placing a hand on his cheek. Their faces inch closer together until they finally, at long last, kiss.
Slowly pulling back from the romantic gesture, they can't help but giggle like the teenagers they are, looking down and away from each other shyly. Geoff's cheeks are red as a tomato, while Bridgette can't stop smiling. Outside, DJ takes his arm off of the other guys, walking into the cabin with them trailing behind. "Hey, Bridge. Sorry to see you go. I'll make sure the place stays clean." The big guy says to get her attention.
"Oh! Hey, sorry.. I know I was supposed to be gone by now." Bridgette replies, grabbing her luggage hurriedly.
DJ smiles. "Don't even sweat it. See you on the other side."
"Hehe.. yeah. I'll um, talk to you later, okay?" Bridgette touches his arm. He's lost in her eyes.
"Yeah… Yeah, yeah of course! Uh, see ya." Snapped out of it, he smiles dopily and waves at her as she heads for the door.
"Bye." She waves sweetly, finally exiting the cabin. The guys crowd around him as Trent softly closes the door. Then, a huge scream of congratulations rushes over him, with Owen, DJ and Duncan calling for a speech.
Geoff chuckles. "I owe it all to my bro DJ. He's like a love guru, dudes. And… one of my best friends. To DJ!" He gestures to the nearly sobbing mountain man holding his pet rabbit.
"To DJ!" The guys clamor.
Blubbering, DJ replies. "Thanks, Geoff. You're the best, man. I knew you could do it."
Geoff clashes into him, hugging him with all of his heart and soul. "I love you, man."
DJ squeezes back, with Bunny joining in. "I love you, too, bro."
Duncan smirks, turning towards the newbies. "Owen, how's about you play us some rockin' music to unpack to?"
"You got it!" Owen grabs his phone and selects a boombastic dubstep song that rocks the cabin. Bridgette turns back to the sight of the flashing lights and intense music behind her and smiles, shaking her head. She heads towards the girls cabin.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"I was a little worried about being the only new girl on the team, but then I thought 'it can't be that bad.' I don't buy that crap about how well guys get along and how catty girls can be."
(Confessional end)
As she steps inside, she's hit with an overwhelming silence. Gwen and LeShawna were whispering between each other not too long ago, but now they're quiet, as are Heather and Lindsay.
"Um… Am I interrupting something?" Bridgette questions awkwardly. Heather looks between the girls, noticing that her new enemies are about to open their mouths to speak. She jumps up to her feet and runs towards the blonde, putting an arm around her shoulder to imply some sort of camaraderie.
"Bridgette! So happy to have you! Come right on in. Over here, we're like a big family." She leads her in.
"Big and dysfunctional." Gwen dryly replies. Heather side-eyes her, then turns her attention back to Bridgette, a positive glint in her eyes.
"Anything you need, just yell."
"Wow, thanks for the awesome welcome, Heather." Bridgette says, gleaming.
Lindsay approaches with a big smile on her face, ignoring her previously eruptive conversation with the goth and her big bestie. "Hiii! Welcome to the club! It'll be so much fun. As long as you do everything Heather says." Heather steps on her boot, hard. "Ow!"
"Hehe, yeah, we love to joke around over here. Which bunk do you want? This one?" She points at the one under hers.
"Um, Heather, that one's m-" Heather bumps her with her elbow, keeping the same overly friendly expression on her face. Bridgette squints her eyes, growing suspicious of her act.
"Um… whichever one's free, I guess."
"What's mine is yours! Prefer the top bunk? Go ahead and claim my bed. Need any scrunchies, lip gloss or eyeliner? I've got your back." Heather cheerily states. Bridgette looks around at the glares LeShawna and Gwen cast, as well as the pained expression Lindsay gives as she rubs her foot, sitting on her bed.
"Wow.. thanks. I'm seriously stoked to be here with all of you, friends new and ol-"
"Okay, we'll have much more time to chat later! Time to unpack!" Heather exclaims, taking Bridgette by her wrist, leading her back towards a vacant bed. Bridgette waves at Gwen and LeShawna, and they wave back. Heather positions her in an angle that captures the buzzy, on again off again light on her face, taking out an eyebrow pencil.
"Oh, um, thanks, Heather, but you don't have to. I like to keep things natural."
"Like my mother always said, 'a lady could always use a bit of help in the looks department.'"
(Confessional: Gwen)
"And I thought my family was messed up."
(Confessional end)
"And my momma always said 'ain't nothing cheap in this world.' Watch what you take from this girl, Bridgette." LeShawna glares daggers at Heather. Gwen joins her. Heather glares back.
"This is going great! I bet we're getting along way better than the guys!" Lindsay cheers obliviously.
Suddenly, Gwen's phone buzzes. She checks it out, with LeShawna peering down to eavesdrop.
Trent: This sucks. Poser music, dude bro behavior, and the only real ones are Owen and DJ.
Trent: Miss you already, bby 3
Gwen and LeShawna look between each other.
"Huh. She might be right." LeShawna says.
In the guys cabin, Geoff's party has already started. The dubstep blasts Trent's ears off, his own headphones doing nothing to quell the loud, bombastic music. He grimaces and glares at the boys, laying in his bed as he holds his low service phone up to his face, waiting for Gwen to text back. He types nine times, then backspaces nine times until she replies.
Gwen: haha, sorry to hear. miss you too.
He smiles at the screen. Then a monstrous burp erupts from the middle of the room. Geoff holds a soda bottle above his head, the music going silent as everyone else surrounds him but Trent.
"Woah… That was a nice one." Duncan comments.
"With everything going on, I think you gotta be team captain, broseph." DJ says.
"Me? Yeah?!" Geoff looks around excitedly.
"Speech, speech, speech!" Owen chants, starting a circle of chants as Duncan pulls out a crate for Geoff to stand on. Owen and DJ lift him up on top of it, everyone admiring him (everyone, again, except for Trent)
Geoff clears his throat. "I owe it all to my man Johnny back home. He taught me how to stay gold and let it rip! Those chicks are going down!"
A barrage of cheers erupts from the group, while Trent 'hearts' Gwen's message and simply stands up to leave the cabin. Duncan follows him with his eyes, raising a brow.
(Confessional: Duncan)
"Geoff as team captain, eh? Cool with me. This is a one time challenge anyway, and it's not like having everyone adore Geoff right off the bat is a bad thing. Anyway, I love the guy. This'll be fun. As for pretty boy.. He better hope that his thing with Gwen ends before the merge begins."
(Confessional: Geoff)
"Team captain, right on! Just like on my old football team. I say old 'cause I got kicked off the team for streaking in the school hallways before Xmas break. My B! I didn't know teachers were like, opposed to a good time."
(Confessional end)
"Mind your own business!" Heather says, her foot standing on the red line. LeShawna grits her teeth and puts her foot right up against hers.
"We're a team, it's all of our business!" LeShawna fires back.
Bridgette stands between them. "Yes, we're a team! We should be trying to find a way to all get along so that we can work together effectively in the next challenge."
Heather twitches. "You're agreeing with her?"
Bridgette quirks up an eyebrow, hands on her hips. "Am I not allowed to?"
Heather snaps, fire in her eyes. "...You wanna play it that way? Fine. This was LeShawna's idea anyway." She motions towards the red line in the center before walking towards Lindsay, standing next to her with an air of authority. "Go ahead and choose their side. But I'm warning you, once you cross that path, you better be ready to get backstabbed and insulted for the rest of your time here."
"By her, maybe. We're already your friends, but honestly girl, do what you think is right." LeShawna walks towards Gwen, sitting down next to her with her arms folded and her nose pointed towards the wall. Bridgette hesitates, looking between the two cliques. Lindsay and Heather give her a judgemental, confident, but ultimately condescending staredown, while Gwen simply raises her brow, curious of her friend's choice.
"We should be building bridges, not walls!" Bridgette tries desperately. Nobody budges. With no other option, obviously, she grabs her luggage and moves towards the left.
"You just dug your own grave." Heather spits venomously. Bridgette wordlessly sits next to Gwen and LeShawna. There's an awkward silence, tension that couldn't be cut with a katana. Then, a screech.
"Come on, slowpokes! Aren't you hungry? Hehehe, soup is on! Come on down to the mess hall for your challenge." Chris booms. Everyone rolls their eyes on the girl's side. The guys all high five and cheer with one another before leaving the cabin.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"I dunno… Did I make the right choice? I did try my hardest to unite both cliques, but I guess school rules still apply even when you're not in school. I honestly envy Geoff, DJ and Duncan right now."
(Confessional: Heather)
"Okay, maybe I could have played that better. I'm just so damn irritable lately. I was on top of the world, scoring victory after victory, and now, all of a sudden, I keep losing alliances. Sadie and Harold became liabilities, and Bridgette was obviously going to side with Gwen and LeShawna no matter what. I should have played the pity card. Works great on those soft E-boys online."
(Confessional end)
Inside the mess hall, the contestants stand in front of the doorway, with Chris and Chef standing next to each other by the counter.
"It's time for today's challenge!" Chris announces.
"Um, where's breakfast at?" LeShawna questions.
Chris and Chef chortle.
"Stop doing that!" Heather demands.
"Let's just tell them. Today's challenge is… the Brunch of Disgustingness!" The contestants look between each other, a little terrified.
"Mm.. brunch." Owen mumbles.
"You'll be getting a nine course meal. Each member of each team must finish each dish. You will not know if the next dish is grosser than the last. Not as gross.. or just as gross. Just that it will likely be… gross." During this spiel, Chef mischievously rubs his hands together, staring down at the worried contestants before suddenly popping off with,
"Tell them what they get if they win, Chris!" In a hostess tone.
Chris smiles. "The winning team spends two days at a local five star resort where they'll be pampered, eat gourmet nosh AND be given antibiotics to combat whatever they caught whilst participating in this challenge!"
"And what if we lose?" Gwen asks.
"The losing team will go hungry tonight-"
"No!" Owen screams. Chris continues.
"and spend the next two days here, on Total Drama Island… with Chef."
Chef waves with a crazed look in his eyes and a big crooked smile. Everyone gasps.
"Oh, we are winning this challenge." Heather says, taking a seat on the left-most bench. Lindsay and the rest of the girls cautiously join her.
"Boys, if you will, over here." Chris instructs, gesturing towards the other bench - what used to be the Bass bench. They all sit down, with Trent next to Owen but furthest away from everyone else.
"I mean, I'll try anything once. Except for meat. I can't eat meat." Bridgette says.
(Confessional: DJ)
"Oh yeah, I love cooking, and I can stomach a lot of foods, especially around Thanksgiving when Uncle Jarred brings his uh.. Palatable peach cobbler salad. But I won't eat meat. Not even once."
(Confessional end)
While Chris and Chef are getting the dishes with the interns in the back, LeShawna clears her throat confidently, drawing the guys' attention.
"Take a whiff, boys." She inhales. "'Cause all I smell is victory for me and my girls!"
"Psst, yeah right. Most chicks wouldn't even be able to handle a knuckle sandwich." Duncan replies, earning chuckles from Geoff and Owen.
"Sexism aside, vandal, we have willpower and a strong sense of family, something you dumb boys will never understand the value of." Heather states, with Lindsay cheering and clapping at her comeback.
"You? Yeah, right. We've got the human trash compactor over here." Duncan pulls Owen's arm up.
"Owen! You're not gonna take that, are you?" Heather questions, offended on his behalf.
"Well, it's kinda true. I'll eat anything once. Even my drawers if I have to." He lifts his underwear out of his shorts effortlessly just as the staff come in with a ton of silver domes covering their disgrossting entrees. He eyes Chris and says, "Will I have to?"
"Let's begin the challenge! First.. Some horderves." Chris says. The interns, all older than the teenage contestants, open up the entrees, smoke dispersing before oddly shaped sacks of veiny meat are exposed to them. DJ cringes.
(Confessional: DJ)
"Something tells me I'm gonna come up a bit short in this challenge..."
(Confessional end)
"Hahah-alright, meatballs! Bring it on!" Without a hint of hesitation, Owen scarfs down the plate of four meatballs, barely even letting himself chew before swallowing.
"Well… technically, you're right, Owen. But these are kinda special." Chris smirks, turning to Chef.
"It's beef testicle bourguignon!" Chef exclaims. A bull can be heard crying in the distance, holding its precious, deceased prized jewels.
"Testicles..?!" Just as quick as it went down, Owen barfs the meal right back up, all over DJ's shirt.
DJ holds the fabric, even more grossed out now. "REALLY, DUDE?!"
"Ugh.. aw, man, I'm gonna be sick." Duncan says, rolling his tongue out in disgust as he pokes the testes with a fork.
"What's the matter, big boys? Afraid of a little meatball?" Heather teases, throwing one into her mouth like popcorn. Gwen cringes initially at the anatomy, but clinks one ball with LeShawna's in a sort of cheer before eating it. Lindsay keeps it down easy.
"Why are they so weirded out? It's just a meatball!" Lindsay asks.
Geoff picks one up and squints his eyes. "Aw.. I don't think I can do this to my bovine brother.."
Trent squeezes one between his fingers and feels it in his own crotch, shivering. He puts it in his teeth, trying to chew, but then he feels the orb. A single tear rolls down his eye. DJ looks down and has the same reaction, a few sympathetic tears rolling down onto the 'food'.
"It's the hardest thing a man can do." Chris says to the camera.
(Confessional: Heather)
"Judging by how the guys were handling the, um, 'dish' I knew we had this in the bag."
(Confessional end)
Bridgette looks down at her plate and sighs. Heather glances over and stands up to hover behind her. "Um, what are you waiting for? Dig in."
"I can't, I'm a vegetarian."
"Are you serious? You're not thinking about the team, about that resort. For what, Elmer over here?" She picks up a testicle off Bridgette's plate, squeezing it. The guys table recoils at the action, one still dangling in Trent's teeth.
"It's against my principles." She says defeatedly.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"I guess you could say Heather was being a bit mean, but can you blame her? I was totally screwing us!"
(Confessional: Geoff)
"I felt so bad for her. I had to help out."
(Confessional end)
Geoff swings over to Bridgette's table once Heather's stormed back off to her seat, sitting at the edge next to her. "Hey, it's not that big of a deal. Sometimes, they castrate bulls for, uh… medical reasons."
Bridgette smiles, looking down at her plate before picking one up and eating it, very hesitantly. Geoff cringes, but shoots her a finger gun. Duncan doesn't like what he sees as the party boy strolls back towards the table.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"It was so sweet of Geoff to help out. I guess that's a good point. On that note, yeah, it felt nasty."
(Confessional end)
Owen cleans up DJ's shirt with a napkin. Chris looks between them. "The policy on vomit says as long as you eat it, it doesn't matter if it comes back up. So, you're all good Owen. But the rest of you have almost no time left with Bridgette nearly done."
"I… I can't do it!" Trent squeals, spitting out the ball into a napkin. With all of the guys either crying or repulsively looking away, Bridgette finishes her course.
"In that case, the girls win the first challenge!" Chris exclaims, the girls all cheering.
Boys: 0 Girls: 1
Bridgette smiles at Geoff from across the room, her hand supporting her chin. Geoff smiles back. The interns take away everyone's trays, the staff all heading back to the kitchen for the next round. Duncan turns around to see Geoff and Bridgette practically making out with their eyes and stands in front of him.
"What do you think you're doing? You totally blew it for us, dude!" He scolds.
Geoff blinks, looking up at him. "What? She's- I just thought that she needed help." He stutters.
"Yeah, but we need you! We're your team, don't you wanna win?" He gets closer to Geoff's face, glaring into his eyes.
Trent puts his hand on Duncan's shoulder aggressively. "Hey, lay off the guy! You're not team captain. Dude was just being nice to his gf like a decent human being."
"Nice to his gf? Okay, Trent, that's really cute and all, but this ain't middle school anymore, nor is it church. This is a game where the prize is a five star resort."
"Duncan, seriously, I didn't mean it, man! It was just like.. Y'know.. Kindness!" Geoff defends, leading to a bigger mess of DJ, Trent, Duncan and Geoff arguing amongst each other. Bridgette watches guiltily, while Heather and Lindsay giggle between one another.
"Guys, come on, let's not fight, we're a team for pete's sake!" Owen shouts, breaking up the fight within an instant. Trent shakes his head and walks back to his seat, still heated. Duncan looks down at Geoff and sighs.
"Sorry, man."
"Sorry about that, dude." They shake on it, smiling at one another. Bridgette's jaw drops.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"I couldn't believe how quickly the guys made up! Even I like to hold a grudge for a good six minutes."
(Confessional: Owen)
"I've never really had a solid group of friends before. Cody and Noah were that, but they're gone now. And I already love these guys so much! I'm just glad I pulled them back together."
(Confessional end)
The next scene is Chris' staff rolling in the next dish, one for each table. "Time for the next course in the Brunch of Disgustingness… who's hungry for pizza?"
"I could eat pizza at any time with ANYTHING on it!" Owen enthuses, rubbing his hands together. The others all nod, a little cautiously optimistic.
"Anything?~" Chris grins as Owen nods. The others catch on as their trays are pulled open. "How about live grasshopper pizza with tangy jellyfish and live anchovies?"
The little insects jump and flop around, three dead, baby jellyfish decorating the three different sides of the pie. Everyone gags, all looking disgusted… except for Owen, who simply shrugs. Chef cuts the pizza for both sides, then stands by Chris, watching in amusement. LeShawna bites her bottom lip, looking down at the living ingredients on her pizza. Slowly, she takes a piece and closes her eyes, ready to take a bite… but she stops.
"Oh.. w-what am I doing biting off this little guy's unsuspecting head? He ain't doing nothing to me!" She closes her eyes and looks away, only for a set of smaller hands to pound against the table, Heather's rude mug glaring at her.
"Hey, pull yourself together, LeShawna! We need that reward, and you are not going to weigh us dow-" One of the grasshoppers looks at Heather and croaks at her. She blinks, screams and throws her slice at the wall. "Okay… nope, not doing this."
Gwen leans over the table like a vampire emerging from its coffin. "I'm digesting a bull's precious cajones. Both of you are eating."
"Fine. Can I get a little parmesan on this?" Heather asks Chef, picking her piece up off the floor with two disgusted fingers. He shakes his head as he cuts the boys' pizza. Muttering curses to herself, she finally ponies up and chomps down the slice as fast as she can, swallowing twice as fast. The other girls watch in horror. Heather forces a smile. "Delicious! You're up next." She looks towards LeShawna. She tries the same technique, wincing as a grasshopper croaks against her teeth. She scarfs the pie down.
"Ugh…" Is all she can groan out. Bridgette lifts her own piece of pizza, examining the fish on the cheese.
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"Okay.. I've eaten tuna sandwiches before, but I've never worked out my position on eating live fish. So.."
(Confessional end)
"I can't do it."
"What? Why not?" Heather demands.
"I already told you, I'm vegetarian." She sulks her shoulders, pouting.
"Ugh, again with that?"
"It's not some lie, Heather. Why would she deliberately weaken herself in a challenge where we need strong stomachs?" Gwen argues.
"I- I wasn't saying she was. But maybe once in a while she could try to just suck it up. We may be in the lead now, but there isn't a lack of grotesqueness over on the boys side." Heather points her finger behind her shoulder at the others.
At the other table, Owen is licking his fingers clean, trying to snatch up a second piece of pizza. Duncan smacks his hand.
"Easy there, big guy. No going for seconds until everyone's had a slice."
"Aww, man.. Well could you hurry up? I'm starved!" He rubs his stomach, licking his lips.
"Owen, dude.. You're like, my idol, man." Geoff shakes his head, smiling as he eats the pizza with little trouble. He notices Bridgette struggling in the background and waves, giving her a sympathetic smile. She smiles back, picking off the live animals from her pizza.
"Ugh, dude, how could you ever want seconds of live grasshoppers?" Trent questions, a look of wretched disgust on his face.
"They're packed with protein! Plus, it tastes just like barbecue chicken dipped in himalayan sauce.." Owen moans in delight. Trent looks down at his slice and winces, but manages to eat half of it before a cricket jumps onto the roof of his mouth. He swallows it, but can't hold down his lunch much longer.
"Ugh.. sick! You guys are-.." He stands up and runs outside towards the confessional, where he pukes his guts out into the toilet. He returns a few moments later, sits back down in silence and eats the rest of the pizza slowly.
After looking around at his team, DJ swallows.
(Confessional: DJ)
"Are you crazy? Eating live fish and insects is terrible! If they were dead, at least then I could make that excuse in my head.. But I gotta impress the guys. I had to make sure that they knew I was reliable, even if most of them already did."
(Confessional end)
DJ eats the pizza, closing his eyes the entire time. The guys cheer him on.
Lindsay looks down at her plate and whimpers. "There's no way I can eat that! It's not even real food!" She cowers behind her arms, until a soft pair of hands grab her wrists and pull them in.
"Lindsay!" Bridgette calls, kneeling over the table. Lindsay opens her eyes and looks at her. "Let's try a little yogic meditation, alright? First, let's get into lotus position."
The next thing the girls knew, Bridgette and Lindsay were sitting criss crossed on the table, chanting "Om…" Between each other as they both feed each other the pizza. Trent returns and sees this, disgusted.
(Confessional: Trent)
"When I was a kid, my parents used to hold me down and force feed me broccoli. But.. they only did it because broccoli's…" He shudders. "Good for you!"
(Confessional end)
Trent returns to his table, leaning over DJ's plate. He's the only one left on his team with a slice on his dish, and Bridgette and Lindsay are catching up quick. "DJ! I need you to hold me down, while Geoff, you force feed me this pizza. No matter how hard I scream, or cry, or beg you to stop, I need you to do this."
"You got it." DJ nods, standing up before cracking his knuckles.
"Sure, I'm down." Geoff grabs the pizza slice on Trent's plate before standing next to DJ. The tall teddy bear grabs Trent in the full nelson position and holds him tight, a death grip the skinny punk could never detach himself from. Geoff brings the pizza forward.
"Uh.. W-wait, I was just kidding! Haha, very funny, right? I'm not kidding, my dad's a lawyer!"
Nom!
Trent chews and swallows the pizza, looking up at Geoff with a pure, innocent look in his green orbs. "Momma…?"
Geoff and DJ smile at each other as a bell goes off. Chef takes Bridgette and Lindsay's slices away before they can finish with just one bite left. Chris gestures towards the guys. "That's 1-1! Guys score this round."
The guys all cheer, high-fiving and bro fisting.
Guys: 1 Girls: 1
LeShawna puts a hand on Bridgette's shoulder. "Hey, nice job with the teamwork. Don't beat yourself up so bad." Bridgette smiles at her, sitting back down in her chair.
(Confessional: Chef)
"I was excited about the next dish. I made it from scratch, hehe~" He scratches his disgusting armpit as he chuckles.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Okay, I've eaten weird things before. A spider on a dare, fire, hell, even the entire womb of a cow baked in bread crumbs because my mom wanted to try an experimental dish online. I was pretty sure I could ace this challenge. Then I saw the worms.."
(Confessional end)
The dishes are taken away and new ones are brought in by interns. Chris and Chef stand in front of the contestants with grins. "Round three! Who's ready for spaghetti?" The dishes are pulled open, a cornucopia of squirmy, wet, cold, pink worms underneath a green liquid. Some contestants nearly wretch. "Well, actually, it's earthworms covered in snail slime sauce and hairballs."
"NO! I can't take it anymore!" Geoff screams, running out of the mess hall. DJ leaps forward, tackling him to the floor outside. He drags him back in, sitting him back down with a pat of his hat-covered head before sitting down properly without a word.
"If I can eat meat, you can eat… this." DJ replies. Geoff swallows a lump in his throat and picks up a fork.
"Okay, okay.. I'm good… I love spaghetti.. Spaghetti is good for you." He scarfs down a worm and tries his hardest to slurp it down. Duncan tries the same technique, nearly choking on it before punching his own throat to kill it. It goes down, harshly. Owen looks disturbed, and DJ sighs sadly as he picks up a fork and tries to spear one, his hand trembling as he looks between the worried guys. Trent is actually doing okay.
(Confessional: Trent)
"I once took a field trip to Cambodia, where they eat bugs like beef. This is nothing as long as I pretend it's actual spaghetti."
(Confessional end)
Lindsay, still in lotus, feeds herself a helping scoopful of worms and slime. "Om… Om… O-eugh!" She spits up the worms, the squirming creatures agonizing all over the table. Gwen shudders as Lindsay looks around. "Where am I…?"
"Guys! Just pretend it's real spaghetti. Say it with me now: It's just spaghetti." Trent says. The other guys nod, repeating "It's just spaghetti." over and over as they eat their dish. The girls don't pick up on it, all of them frankly horrified.
"Done!" Geoff yells.
"And once again, the guys score!" Chris exclaims. Geoff burps up a worm by Chris' feet. He winces, holding his mouth. Chef raises a brow, looking at him with a cocky grin. "It went back down. Don't get your hopes up, Mr. Meaty."
"You'll crack. Soon." Chef goes on with collecting the dishes. LeShawna can barely hold down her sickness, but does so so she doesn't projectile vomit on Gwen.
Guys: 2 Girls: 1
Bridgette stands up. "Come on, ladies! Let's show these guys some girl power!"
"Bridgette's right. Let's kick some boy butt." Gwen states.
"Yeah, teamwork! Just like I've been saying all along!" Heather replies cheerily.
"Whatever." LeShawna rolls her eyes.
"Alright, ready for round four? No nine course meal would be complete without soup!" Chris announces, another round of dishes produced on the tables. The lids are removed, and a dirty, muddy looking liquid permeates, suffocating what looks like nails and pieces of a toe. "Enjoy.. French bunion soup, with hangnail crackers."
(Confessional: Geoff)
"I think they just used stuff from Chef's bathroom floor."
(Confessional end)
A round of gasps and gags rings through the dining hall. Duncan swallows, then lifts the bowl up and drinks as fast as he can.
(Confessional: Duncan)
"In juvie, the food is ridiculously repulsive unless it's a holiday. But there's no way you can skip a meal, or else you'll get weak and skinny. So, I plug my nose and slurp up whatever nutrients is in the baggy, dry old mystery meat loaf for the day. Unfortunately, Bridgette had a similar idea."
(Confessional end)
Bridgette returns from her cabin, taking out a funnel. She places it over her mouth, pointing at the muzzle. Heather lifts the bowl up and slowly pours it into the hole, with Bridgette sucking it down without feeling a thing. Heather removes the funnel, everyone on the girls team worried she had just killed herself by drinking that. She smiles.
"It's okay! You don't taste anything. Lindsay, try it."
Lindsay shakes her head.
"Lindsay.."
"...Okay. But if I die, nobody better touch my limited edition mango polish. That all goes to my puppy!"
"Um.. sure." Bridgette leans over the table and pops the funnel into her mouth. Lindsay tastes the soup and closes her eyes, anticipating the nasty texture and taste about to grace her tongue. Instead, when her bowl is slipped down, she swallows it with no issue. Bridgette removes the funnel and Lindsay smiles.
"I didn't feel anything!" Lindsay says.
Soon enough, none of the guys have touched their soup aside from Duncan, all of them, even Owen, too disgusted to try. The girls finish with the funnel trick.
"The girls win the challenge! Good idea with the funnel, Bridgette." Chris winks.
"Why'd you have a funnel in your bag anyway?" LeShawna asks.
"Back home I use it to feed my dog medicine that he hates the taste of. It's painless for him and me, hehe. I figured it might be useful on any other animal who needs medicine." Bridgette explains.
Guys: 2 Girls: 2
"We're all tied up at 2 V 2," Chris begins, while Chef cleans up the various dishes. "Five courses left, people. Look alive!"
(Confessional: Bridgette)
"I think the girls really made a breakthrough as a team. Whatever's next up on the list, I think we're sure to crush it."
To save time, a montage begins. We see Chef stick a wad of chewed gum into a huge ball of gum, then serves it to the guys. Owen swallows it whole.
Guys: 3 Girls: 2
You gotta eat..
Eat!
Eat to win..!
He drains a skunks.. Scent into a mixing bottle, and then caps and mixes it before spilling it into a wine glass with a pink straw in it. Lindsay closes her eyes and plugs her nose before sucking on the straw.
Guys: 3 Girls: 3
Don't let them gross you out.
Chef paints a cream custard onto a flip flop, one drenched in sweat and strands of hair. The custard forms a deceptively innocent smiley face. DJ pulls on the end of it with his teeth, biting a chunk off.
Don't let them push you down!
Guys: 4 Girls: 4
Next dish is a rotten apple that Chef cuts up into slices and throws onto a plate. Gwen hesitantly tosses one after another into her mouth.
(Epic guitar solo)
Guys: 4 Girls: 5
After that is a punch bowl of garbage juice, recycling cans and bones. Owen glugs it down quickly, a lump in his throat from the fish bone he swallowed.
Guys: 5 Girls: 5
Eaaaat to wiiiiiiin!
Everyone looks drained, pale and tired. After that last dish, everyone is groaning or complaining under their breaths. It's getting later out, the sun at the halfway point in its cycle.
"Wow," Chris says, hands behind his back and a smirk on his face. "It's still tied up! We're down to the last course in the challenge." He looks at Chef and the interns, nodding. They pull the lids off, revealing… Hot dogs?
"Dolphin dogs! Hot dogs, made of dolphin."
"Finally, something easy." Trent states, picking his weiner up.
"Yeah, you would say that." Duncan mumbles under his breath. Then, Bridgette and DJ gasp.
"B-but, dolphins are our friends!" She chokes, mortified.
"Oh, come on.. You ate live insects and sea creatures like two hours ago!" Heather replies, shaking a bottle of ketchup.
"That was different.. I'm a surfer, I swim with dolphins!" Bridgette counters, a deep sadness in her voice as she looks down at the poor, dead creature.
"I'm with you, sister. I ain't eating no dolphin. Not for nothing."
"DJ! Come on, aren't dolphins the rapists of the sea or whatever? They're bad animals." Duncan shouts.
"No, they ain't. And regardless, not all of them do terrible things!" DJ folds his arms defiantly, looking away.
"Eat it! We need this point!"
"No! I won't! You can't convince me, so back off."
(Confessional: Chef)
"I slave over a hot stove cookin' dolphin! No appreciation."
(Confessional end)
The two teams are at a stalemate. DJ won't eat for the guys, Bridgette won't eat for the girls. A quiet takes over as everyone (but Owen) leaves their food alone. Chris rolls his eyes.
"Fine, you hippy's. You win. Probably the first time you've ever heard that before, huh? Dang tree huggers.." The interns and Chef take away the dolphin dishes, with Chef mumbling a "weakling" at DJ, who simply ignores him.
"We'll settle this by having an eat off. Pick your best eater from your team." Chris says.
All of the girls look between Gwen and LeShawna.
LeShawna raises her hands in defense. "I am not about to go up against one of the guys! Just because I'm majestically fluffy everywhere it counts don't mean I have an iron stomach."
"Not even for a yacht get-away?" Heather questions.
"Oh for sure. But I'm sayin' I'm probably not our best pick to win. Gwen over here, though.." LeShawna replies, turning towards her goth friend. Gwen looks around at them and points at herself in confusion.
"Me?"
"Yeah! You ate almost everything without hesitating or puking." Lindsay chirps.
"Not the worms. Not even the testicles." Gwen lists.
Heather leans over the table. "Point being, in basically every challenge, you finished eating. Besides, you're probably used to experimenting with odd tasting foods. Like it or not, you're not a vegetarian or a moral girl. You're perfect."
"What a backwards compliment." Gwen responds, slight amusement in her voice.
"You're welcome. All in favor of choosing Gwen?" Heather raises her hand. Lindsay raises hers too. Then, LeShawna and Bridgette. Gwen sighs.
"Fine. I'll do it."
The girls high-five. "Bring it home for us, girl!" LeShawna cheers.
Over by the guys' table…
"Owen."
"Owen."
"Definitely Owen."
"Owen, for sure."
"Me."
The guys all look up at him.
"What? I would have said the same thing. That yacht party is ours!" Owen declares.
"You got this, dude, we believe in you!" Geoff exclaims.
Everyone not participating sits across from the guys' table. Owen and Gwen sit at the guys' table in front of a tray of fifteen glasses.
"Whoever can drink the most shot glasses of fresh, delicious blended cockroach will be the winner. This unlikely satisfying blend of eight different cockroaches is vitamin rich for your balanced lifestyle, and absolutely revolting!" Chris explains as Chef blends the roaches in a blender, then pours out the mixture into all fifteen shot glasses. One of the interns wretches, while another faints. Gwen bites her bottom lip in disgust, while Owen's eyes stay alarmed. He glances upward at the guys.
"You can do this, man!" Trent calls out. Owen smacks himself across the face.
"Yeah! I can do it!"
The girls cheer for Gwen, with LeShawna cheering the loudest. "Go girl! You got this!"
"Come on, Gwen! Rip him in two!" Bridgette shouts.
"I like your style sometimes, Bridge." Gwen responds with a smirk. Her smirk fades as the gross smell of fifty odd cockroaches and their insides wafted upward into her nose. "Oh, god."
"Ready.. Set.. Go!"
Gwen and Owen matched each other's pace with the first sip. The limbs, eyes and even tiny organs were sometimes intact within the gorey brown drink, and immediately the sensation of little claws dragging down their throats made them both gag. Owen realizes what he's in for and tries to dissociate from the situation, his eyes blank, his teeth biting his bottom lip. Gwen balls her other hand into a fist and scratches her thigh.
One, after another. Two. Three. Four.
They were tied up until number six. That one was particularly bad. They couldn't take it. Owen's eyes dilate. Gwen rolls her tongue out and gags, her body frozen as she watches Owen take the last three for himself. He throws his arms up in the air, his expression unmoving as he falls down on his back, passing out. Gwen holds her head and groans.
Chris jumps into camera shot and points down at Owen. "The guys win the reward!"
All four guys not participating celebrate, cheering and jumping in place. Geoff takes his hat off and throws it around excitedly. The girls glare at them, though Bridgette runs up to check on Gwen, frowning. "You did good, alright? It's okay." She rubs her back.
"Thank..-" Gwen burps, holding her mouth with a green look on her face. She jumps up and runs out of the room. Chris chuckles, and Chef looks with a shake of his head.
"So who wins the bet?" Chef asks.
"What bet?" Trent asks.
"Oh, we had a bet to see between me and Chef who would puke, but since neither of us did, I guess it's off… for now~" He winks at the camera. "Okay, dudes, head back to your cabins and pack your bags for a two day trip. We gotta be ready by 6:00 sharp! So, hurry up, then meet me at the Dock of Shame."
Gwen hurls into the confessional toilet while Trent pets her back. "Easy, babe. Easy.." He whispers, kneeling down behind her.
"UGh… That was the grossest thing I've ever done." Gwen mutters, spitting out the last of the roach.
"You did good, though. I wasn't sure you were gonna get more than one down compared to Owen."
"I was never gonna win against Owen." They laugh together.
"Sorry we beat you guys. I know you were looking forward to that reward." Trent says.
"Ah, whatever. It would have just been more arguing and fighting but on better scenery. Actually, that's the whole reason I wanted to go." She replies.
"The scenery? Oh, right, drawing!" He smacks his forehead in realization.
"I've had some block lately and I figured being away from Total Drama Island would give me some new ideas outside of just sketching skulls and guitars."
"Well.. how about I take some pictures for ya and you can sketch those? Maybe even sketch yourself into 'em."
"Yeah.. that sounds good." Gwen stands up and closes the outhouse door as they exit.
"I gotta go pack." Trent states.
"I suppose a goodbye kiss is out of the question?" Gwen asks, smirking.
"Hehe." He closes his eyes and gives her a loving kiss on her forehead, leaving his lips there as she hugs him tight.
"Go ahead. I'll be waiting for you when you come back." She whispers.
"Sounds good." He whispers back.
As the sun sets, Chris holds a bag of luggage, wearing an open shirt, shorts and sandals. "The guys are the big winners today." He commentates as Geoff, DJ, Duncan, Owen and Trent board the yacht. Bridgette waves Geoff and DJ goodbye before turning back to her cabin. Gwen and LeShawna let her in before slamming the door shut on Heather and Lindsay and locking it. Heather tries the knob, then bangs on the door annoyedly. LeShawna and Gwen chuckle, while Bridgette sighs, looking out the window. Back on the ship, Geoff watches the window, looking just as amiss as the surfer girl as it drives away.
"And the girls go their separate ways. Two definitive cliques have been defined.. For now." Chris says, sitting down on a lawn chair with scantily clad Hawaiian chicks supplying him drinks. He sips a coconut drink. "What's in store for our campers next week as they head for the big merge? Find out next time, on an all new Total..
Drama.
Island."
