"Previously on Total Drama Island, our final seven made their cases to the eliminated contestants still left in the game. Heather promised anyone who didn't vote for her a cut of the money. Duncan used threats to get his way. Izzy didn't sweat it much, but did sweat quite a lot in our Geoffardy challenge, where Owen accidentally got her eliminated via a heated outburst."

Chris stands at the docks, showbiz grin on his face while his arms are folded over his chest. "We're in the home stretch, people. The final six. Next challenge will be the jury vote, and after that, the final four will battle it out to become the final two. But before I get ahead of myself, let's find out what happens right here, right now, on…

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 Guys' cabin, while one camper has been awake far longer than his friends, the other two continue to sleep soundly. Duncan watches from his bed, carving out the initials DxC inside of a heart on the wall. Geoff whispers something in his sleep.

"Oh… Briiidge.. DJ.. Duncan and Owen too? Ha, welcome to the party, guys.. Mm.. hehe.."

Duncan sighs, looking over at Owen as he begins to giggle to himself in his sleep too.

Meanwhile, inside of Owen's head, something magical is happening.

The round boy climbs a wall made of swiss cheese, wearing absolutely nothing, his tan lines show everywhere his shirt and shorts usually hide. He indulges in this fantasy, cheerfully taking bites out of the cheese before the wall disappears with a pomf! He lands on a wheel of cheese, sitting up straight so he can laugh with pure joy in his lungs.

"I love this place!" But gasp! The sound of choppers coming toward him gets his attention as they soar towards him. Two choppers, no, three, all carrying giant, sprinkle filled, frosted donuts! Owen takes a leap of faith, gliding into a pink donut's hole, getting himself stuck in the ring. He dances inside of it joyously, just before one loud, dominant voice scares him into consciousness.

"Keep it down out there!" Eva yells, getting Owen to jump awake. Geoff also wakes up, but not because of Eva. A real chopper approaches the guy and girl cabins. Eva, Gwen and Heather exit their cabin to see the commotion.

"What's going on out here?" Gwen asks, in no mood for Chris. Owen looks out the window as Geoff and Duncan leave to the porch.

"Is that the donut-copter?!" Owen questions, drooling. Heather groans from afar.

Chris looks toward a drone camera flying next to his helicopter, which he just so happens to be the pilot of. "Welcome back to Total Drama Island! Over the past six weeks, we've watched sixteen campers push themselves to the limit, and then get their butts kicked off of the island by their fellow campers! Sucks to be you…

Ezekiel, Eva, Justin, Katie, Izzy, Tyler, Beth, Cody, Noah, Sadie, Courtney, Harold, Bridgette, Trent, LeShawna, Lindsay, DJ and Izzy.. again!"

Chris lands the chopper near the mess hall getting out and walking towards the cabins whilst speaking to both the audience at home and the contestants now fully dressed standing like soldiers in front of their temp homes. "Only six campers remain. And after six weeks of bugs, disgusting camp food, and even grosser bathrooms, our six finalists are about this close to losing it." He makes a point to show this off by pinching his fingers together. Gwen rolls her eyes, while Geoff nudges Duncan's shoulder, only for him to look at him like they're enemies and walk towards Eva and Gwen to stand next to them instead.

(Confessional: Geoff)

"Man, I've been a bad friend lately. I mean, yeah, I was just trying to win the challenge, but Duncan never wanted his secrets to be told like that. Maybe it's best if I just try to get on his good side again! Yeah, like, give him my sincerest allegiance to our alliance! Either way, I won't let my fans down! Woohoo!"

(Confessional: Duncan)

"Man, it sucks feeling all guilty about ostracizing Geoff. But that jury vote is coming soon, and I can't rely on being cool enough to outlast Eva or Heather. It's time to thin out the competition."

(Confessional end)

"We strove to come up with the best way to help our campers destress.. Then decided it would be way more fun to handcuff them together, and see if we can't push them over the edge." Chris continues, showing off a pair of metallic handcuffs.

"Did Duncan's parole officer send a care package?" Heather asks, arms crossed as usual.

"Nah. All in the name of today's challenge: The Tri-Armed Triathlon." Chris answers.

"Tri-armed? Like.. three arms?" Owen asks.

"Yes! Three challenges, three teams of two, three arms per team." Chris states.

"Is today another purge challenge?" Gwen questions tiredly.

"Nah, we decided that'll be the de-stressing part of the challenge. Winning team both get immunity from tonight's vote."

"Alright! Can we choose our own teams? I'm team D-man all the way!" Geoff yells, wrapping an arm around Duncan out of nowhere. The delinquent shoves Geoff away gently. Gwen, bags under her eyes, slams her palms over her ears when he speaks.

"Erm.. no. Your teams will be decided by me!" Chris replies, a glint in his evil eyes.

(Confessional: Gwen)

"Six long weeks. I don't know how much more of this I can take. The person who's creasing me the most? Geoff. The guy is in a permanently good mood. No one is always in a good mood. And if he says 'dude' or 'cool' or eats with his mouth open one more time, I think I'm gonna seriously damage him."

(Confessional: Geoff)

"The camp is great and all.. And I'm seriously stoked to be here! Yeah, I miss my buds back home. And my pops! Yo, if you're watching this, this is a shoutout to all my bros back east, man! It's not that I don't like who's left.. They're just kinda downers. Except Owen. Dude is a party freak! Duncan's cool, but lately he's been really serious. Eva and Gwen, they're never in the mood to just chill. Always mad about something. And Heather is seriously freaking me out with all her strategy talk. I thought getting into the final six would be like a big party, but.. This is kinda heavy, man."

(Confessional: Duncan)

"This place is torture, man. At least in juvie, we had a half hour of TV a day, and they kept the lunatics locked up separately. I mean, this outhouse, this is the only place I feel I can speak freely without one of my dumbass friends leaking private information, or Heather slithering around me for an alliance, or worse. Then there's Gwen, who knows all about whatever niceties I did back in the first few weeks thanks to Courtney. Ugh. I just wanna get this over with and finally move outta my stinkin' parents house."

(Confessional: Eva)

"I can't believe I'm in the final six.. No, really. I can't. Total Drama isn't like any other weight lifting competition, or lacrosse tournament, or hockey game. There are way more elements to the competition, like social skills and whatever. Gwen and I are friends. We bond over being the outcasts between everyone else. But this jury vote, and the other votes to come? They kinda scare me. Because I've never been popular. Never. So.. I only hope Heather is a bigger contender for being more hated than me."

(Confessional: Heather)

"Hi. Heather here. To all of the previously eliminated contestants, I just wanted to say, first of all, that I personally prefer to call you 'winners challenged'! Secondly, I know that some of you may have thought that the strategy I used on the island was a little harsh, but I was only playing the game the best way I knew how. It was never personal. I admire each and everyone of you, and I hope that you'll consider that when you think about who really deserves to win. Thanks!"

(Confessional: Owen)

"Yeah, baby! Hehehe! Final six! Place at the table! Woohoo! It's super awesome to be here, I'm so psyched, dude! Nothing can stop me now! I get the feeling that everybody around here likes me, so I know for sure that I have a chance to make it far! Heck, I have made it far! I just hope that by the end of today, Geoff will be accepted back into the alliance. Duncan told me that we have to get him out, since he's a traitor, but between Eva and Heather and Gwen and.. Well, Duncan.. Everyone is kind of angry all the time, and he's not. So I might not vote with Duncan..? Hehe, don't tell him I said that."

(Confessional end)


We cut to the mess hall, where the contestants are already hooked up to one another, hand in hand, handcuff to handcuff. Duncan and Heather are sharing one, the two both displeased to be connected to each other, then Owen and Eva, with the former scared and the latter looking him up and down, and finally Gwen and Geoff, with the former looking completely annoyed, and the latter smiling at her to set up some form of camaraderie.

"First of our three challenges? Competitive chow down!" Chris announces, standing across from them. They're situated around the Gophers table.

"Ohoho, come on! This is like a dream I had once!" Owen enthuses.

"You mean the donut-copter dream?" Heather asks mockingly.

"You've had it too..?" He seems mystified. She rolls her eyes.

"Each team will choose a feeder and an eater. Eaters must put their hands behind them, making it even more difficult for the feeders." Chris continues. Eva looks up at Owen with a grin, nodding as she puts together who's doing what. Owen looks around nervously once he realizes she's looking at him. Heather and Duncan look at each other like they're telling the other to be the eater subconsciously. Geoff nods at Chris' words and seems to have no problem, while Gwen just squints at him and his positive attitude.

"One last thing.. This is the wimp key." Chris reveals a shiny, golden key with a skull at the end of it. "A skeleton key that will open any of the handcuffs. You will be offered the wimp key at the end of every challenge to unshackle yourself from your teammate." Heather smiles, looking at her wrist. Duncan does the same. "But.. using the wimp key will eliminate both you and your partner from the opportunity of getting immunity." The two put their wrists down and their smiles away.

"Hello? How do we win this thing?" Gwen asks.

"Chef's making platters for each team. Title goes to the team that finishes their platter of delicacies fastest." Chris explains.

"Surely you'll be doing the chowing down, prison boy." Heather pokes his shoulder.

"What, me and not you? You probably puke up every meal you've ever had." Duncan rebuttals.

"I resent the statement! Logistically, you're tougher, right? So eat."

"Fine, I'll do it."

(Confessional: Heather)

"I swear, boys are so easy. Threaten their egos once and all of a sudden they're puddy in the palm of your hand."

(Confessional end)

"We don't gotta fight like that, eh? We're a team, babe, haha." Geoff chortles.

"Fine. You can be the eater then." Gwen says.

"Cool." He shrugs, a relaxed look on his face.

Somehow, Gwen seems unhappy with how easy that went. "No, wait.. I'll be the eater."

"Cool." He smiles contently.

"...Wait-"

Chef brings out the platters. The food, if it can be called that, looks disgusting. "Chef? Why don't you tell our eaters what they'll be digesting." Chris says.

"Ooh.. So, this is my famous sticky macaroni and cheese, aged chicken, cheesecake with extra sugar to make it so sweet you shed a tear, and upside down hair cake, filled to the brim with excess hair from whenever I shave my head." He places Geoff and Gwen's platter with a smirk. "Enjoy~ Eheheheheheh!" He laughs all the way back to the kitchen. Gwen gags.

"Okay.. you can be the eater."

"Fine with me. I've eaten worse on dares. And in this game, haha. Did I tell you about the time I ate a piece of cheese from under the bed? Thing was moldy as hell." Geoff cackles, getting Owen to giggle himself. Gwen rolls her eyes.

"Whatever."

"I don't think chicken is supposed to be green. But that won't be a problem for you, will it, big boy?" Eva questions.

Owen forces a smile. "Not at all, hehe.. Please don't hurt me." He mumbles.

"What was that?"

"I-I said I'll eat, I'll eat!" Owen puts his hands behind his back, flinching with his eyes remaining shut. Eva raises her brow at him, unfazed by the sudden jerk his hands going behind his back should have given her.

Duncan puts his hands behind his back, jerking Heather along with him. "Enjoy it, jumpsuit." Heather mocks.

"Ugh.. you're not allowed to enjoy this." Duncan grimaces.

"Too late." She smirks.

"Aaaaand… begin!" Chris announces. Immediately, Heather picks up her spoon and begins shoveling bits of green chicken into Duncan's face, unsympathetic as his cheeks begin to puff and his eyes widen from the grotesque taste. The chicken falls apart as soon as it's touched, a sign of its true age.

"C-can we goh a little slower..?" Duncan mumbles between chewing. Heather shuts him up with a sample of mac n cheese.

Geoff slowly chews the sweet cheesecake, closing his eyes to fully enjoy what's on his tongue. Gwen lifts up another spoonful. "One, two, three, open." Gwen orders.

"Mm..! You gotta try this cake! It's to die for." Geoff exclaims.

"O-pen!" Gwen forces the spoonful into his mouth, startling him into going faster.

Instead of using her spoon, Eva grabs handfuls of the food and shoves her fist into Owen's open mouth. He chews, though the macaroni is too sticky and ends up glued to his teeth, slowing his chewing immensely. Heather and Duncan are covered in not only bits of spit up from Duncan being force fed, but also bits of the disgusting food Chef had made for them. "They're gaining on us, chew faster!" Eva shouts.

"Gah! C-can't..!" Owen replies, his voice restricted.

"H-Hedder.. Slow dohwn!" Duncan begs, tears falling from his eyes.

"Suck it up! Do you wanna win, or not?" Heather replies, going even faster. This backfires when Duncan barfs all over the food. The other teams look in pure shock, as does Heather. "Duncan! What the fuck!? Eat it back up!"

"Fuck that, n-no way, I'm not eating my own puke! You're crazy." Duncan stutters, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Gwen grimaces once again before Geoff realizes they could win and starts chewing and swallowing at a faster rate.

"Let's play to your strengths." Eva states intimidatingly. Owen's heart skips a beat as the fit woman picks up the entire platter and forces it into his mouth, his incredible eating ability coming in handy as he quickly sucks down every last bit of food on the tray. Eva holds the tray up, while Owen lets out a mighty roar.

"Buuuuurrrrp! Ugh…" He groans, blinking lackadaisical.

"We have a winner! And we're gonna need a mop, too. That's one point for Eva and Owen."

"Alright! We rule!" Eva yells to the rooftops, punching Owen in the shoulder 'playfully'. He goes soaring out the door.

(Confessional: Owen)

"Eva? Haha. I don't have anything nasty or foreboding or scary to say about her. None whatsoever." He blinks rapidly, keeping a crazed smile on his face. The camera zooms out to show that Eva is still in the confessional with him, handcuffed to him.

"Then why are we in here? Seems a little pointless if you ask me."

"To tell my mom and dad that if I don't survive that I love them, o-of course. Ehehe.."

"...Right."

(Confessional end)


All of the contestants stand on the Dock of Shame now, with Chris holding up the wimp key once again, shaking it like a tempest. "Last chance to use the wimp key before part two."

Duncan takes a step forward before Heather pushes in front of him. "Touch that key and I'll cut your fingers off in your sleep. I'm not even joking."

"Uugh.." He slumps his shoulders, frowning frustratedly. At least they're cleaned up now.

Eva looks up at Owen, who avoids eye contact. "So.. you gonna go for it?"

"I-I mean, why would I have any reason to go for it?" Owen questions frantically. Eva looks away, a little hurt.

"Tch.. whatever."

Geoff and Gwen aren't giving up. "What's the challenge, Chris?" Geoff asks.

"On the beach you will find three canoes, one for each team. Your challenge is to paddle your canoe, while wearing handcuffs, hehe.. All the way to Boney Island." The simple utterance of the name Boney Island is enough to give the ex Gophers in the game some chills. "Once there, you will open a package that is waiting for you. Go!"

Though everyone charges for the beach at the same time, Duncan and Heather prove the fastest, making it to their canoe first. As Heather tries to jump into the front, Duncan pulls on their handcuffs to drag her back. "Nuh-uh, I'm riding in front, sweetheart. No arguments."

"What's the big deal? Aw, what, you wanna be the one to drive the boat? Is your masculinity so fragile that you just need to be in charge of everything to feel tough?" Heather mocks, hands on her hips. Owen and Eva stumble towards their canoe, already pushing it toward the water together.

"Fuck you, Heather." Duncan spits at her.

"Ooh, fuck you, Heather, grrr! Please, we all heard what Gwen said yesterday. You're not all you're cracked up to be." Heather replies. Duncan growls back, turning around, forcing her to fall onto the sand as Geoff and Gwen push their canoes past them too.

"Chris!-" Duncan yells, just before Heather stands up and yanks his wrist.

"No! Okay, okay, just ride in front." She begins pushing the boat, while Duncan climbs into the front.

"That's more like it."

"This one time we had this massive pool party, and my buddy Jay and I decided to take our buddy's lawn and replant it in the school foyer." Geoff talks his head off.

"I don't care." Gwen replies dryly.

"No, no, but it was like so awesome!" Geoff replies, pushing them both into the water, barely edging out Heather and Duncan. Gwen groans to herself.

Geoff paddles behind Gwen, a big smile still on his face. "We put a cup and flag on it, and actually putted a few rounds before getting caught! The principal gave us the longest detention in school history." Geoff gloats.

"Will you PLEASE shut up?!"

Geoff is taken aback, face to face with a disgruntled goth girl.

"Woah… Uh, that's harsh." He scratches his blonde hair awkwardly.

"Oh, I know! I'm the harsh, weird, scary goth girl who's being all mean and snappish as usual!" Gwen rants, power rowing to compensate for her emotions.

"Chill! I didn't say that." Geoff replies.

On another canoe, Duncan and Heather paddle. "Come on, paddle. I'm doing all the work here." Duncan says.

"I'm trying! You think I wanna lose? I'm not you!" Heather replies bitterly.

"Ugh, how does anyone tolerate you?" Duncan questions.

"Because they like me?! Duh!" Heather states.

Duncan chuckles. "You genuinely believe that? Ha! Oh, man, that is funny."

Heather blushes, furrowing her brows at him. "What? You're telling me Lindsay and Beth didn't like me before I screwed them over?"

"No, they didn't. Lindsay barely tolerated you because she's loyal, and Beth kicked your ass the second she got outta the game, according to what I've heard." Duncan replies.

Heather grits her teeth, jabbing Duncan in the back with her long fingernail. "Well, according to what I've heard, when Courtney says she wants to have sex, you get on your knees and-"

He turns around, "Don't you finish that sentence! Your little jokes aren't fucking funny, Heather. I'm warning you, I'm not above clocking chicks."

"Oh yeah? Well, I think you are. I think beneath that rough and tough exterior is a weak little cream puff, crying to the world that he is a nice guy."

"And I think that below your exterior is a cold sociopath who's parents probably throw parties when she leaves the house."

Silence. They both glare. Eventually, Heather caves.

"Just.. shut up."

He sighs. "Yeah. That might be for the best."

Eva and Owen row quietly. Owen is slow and methodical, biting his bottom lip nervously behind Eva, while Eva takes charge and rows somewhat fast. She sighs, not daring to turn around, but eventually taking that one giant step. Metaphorically speaking. "Owen.."

"Y-yes?" He practically whimpers.

"Why do I scare you?"

His eyes go wide. "Scare me? You? Nooo, Eva, noo, what? Psht!"

She turns around and raises her brow. He lowers his head. "Okay, okay.. I'm scared of you. I guess it started when you beat up Ezekiel back in the first episode. Your punches, they made him scream like a siren! And.. well.. You're always so serious and aggressive, and threatening." He pushes his index fingers together nervously.

"That little twerp deserved it. I'm not gonna hurt you for no reason." She seethes.

"Well.. then you wanted Bridgette dead, and the worst thing she ever did to you was vote you out."

"Well.. yeah, and that pissed me off, but.. Look, I'm trying to get better. I've been trying my whole life to be better at managing my anger."

An idea pops in Owen's mind. "Eva.. can I be your armchair psychiatrist?!"

She looks unsure. "Uh.. I guess. It's been eight weeks since I've seen my real one in person anyway."

Owen stops paddling, turning around to lean forward and pretend to write on a pretend sketchpad. "When did it start, Eva? The angry outbursts?"

She sighs. "When I was four years old. I was born in Russia, and ever since I was a baby I was talented. Doctors say I was the strongest baby they had ever pulled out of a womb. I even snapped off my own umbilical cord."

"Hardcore.."

"But then, when I turned three, I started lifting heavy objects, like dumbbells and box TV's. I saved my uncle's life after he was trapped under an armoire, you know."

"That's incredible! So, when did you get all angry?"

"Well, when we moved to Canada, I could barely speak a lick of English, or French, or whatever else you maple syrup geese speak. So I was ridiculed for it."

"H-hey.. Chill out! Most Canadians are great people."

"Most? Not to me. When I moved here and started speaking the tongue of my motherland, everyone laughed at me. Teachers would punish me for not speaking English, or for being too loud, or too quiet, or whatever I tried to adjust to. It got so infuriating.. Especially during sports. I was last picked, unsurprisingly, every time, even though I dominated the competition. That was when I could show them who I was beyond my language and culture."

"And how did that make them feel?" He inquires.

"Hurt. I would destroy them in dodgeball, dunk them half to death in basketball, break their legs in curling. I nearly got expelled."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"It made me feel empowered. But angry." She tightens her fists. "It got to the point that I would always get poked, and harassed and made fun of. So I'd always be angry, always on my guard. I can't even tell you how many times I've caved some girls' skulls or broken some guys' balls because they were belittling me or mocking me. I guess that makes me a shitty person, right?"

Owen slowly blinks. "...I'm sorry, I'm not a real psychiatrist, those are the only questions I know. But hey, you know what always made me feel better whenever anybody would make fun of me?"

"What? Eating?" She guesses.

"Yeah, how did you know?" He chuckles.

"Ugh.. Let's just paddle." She rolls her eyes, but a tiny smile almost curves onto her lips regardless. He turns around and grabs his paddle once again.

"Okie dokie, smokey!" Speaking of smoke.. A thick fog rolls in on the duo. "Hey, are we close or what?"

"Oh yes! Owen, paddle, I can see the shore!" Eva calls out.

"Aye aye, captain!" He salutes, double timing his paddles. They're soaring through this game, with Heather and Duncan behind them a good few meters, and Gwen and Geoff even further behind.

Eva and Owen dock at the beach, jumping out to grab a green backpack lying by two other backpacks against a rock. The sound of a chopper zeroes in above Boney Island while they search through it. Inside of the bag, a tiki broke up into multiple pieces. "Wait a minute.. These are pieces of a cursed idol!" Eva states. Owen looks startled, just as Chris hovers over them. Heather and Duncan arrive as Chris begins to explain.

"Welcome to the second part of the second challenge!" He yells from his megaphone, leaning out of the chopper. "Back in episode 8, your castmate Beth lifted a tiki doll off of this very island."

"I thought she returned it?!" Heather yells back, just as Gwen and Geoff arrive.

"Yeah, she did. Then a bear ripped it up and ended up getting shot to death by a poacher." He explains.

"Lovely." Gwen flatly replies.

"Yeah! So we really don't want this thing getting off the island. Here's the deal: there are compasses in those bags of yours." Chris replies. Everyone checks their bags, and sure enough, there are compasses. "Head north to a cave at the edge of the island where that bear used to call home and toss the pieces inside of there before using a lighter, another item in your bag, to burn the pieces to cinder. That's the only way you're gonna end up ridding yourself of that lingering curse voodoo crap. Oh yeah, and one of you has to piggyback the other the whole way there." Duncan and Heather gasp, looking between each other.

Eva stares at Owen as she slings the backpack over her shoulders.. "Hop on, Captain Eva!" Owen replies, enthusiastically smiling as he points at his back. Eva jumps on like she's ridden an animal like him before.

"Ride along, trusted steed. Yah!" She smacks the back of his head, and so he runs as hard as he can toward north, watching the compass from the corner of his eye.

"There's no way I'm carrying you."

"Finally, we agree on something." Duncan lowers himself, holding his arms back. Heather jumps on, hugging his neck as he charges behind Owen. Geoff takes out the compass, handing Gwen the bag.

"That's more like it." She smiles, finally satisfied with him as she jumps on his back. He carries her with little effort.


Geoff finds himself in first place after utilizing the same shortcut the Killer Bass used last time they were here, cutting past Owen and Eva. With their massive lead, Geoff follows the compass while Gwen keeps an eye out on his back for any caves, until they suddenly stop at the corner of a murky beach. Geoff drops Gwen to her feet gently, hands on his hips.

"Oh man, would you look at that view." Geoff muses.

"Why did we stop?" Gwen asks impatiently.

"Just wanted to take a break since we're so far ahead.." He takes out a disposable camera, raises it to his eye and scans the image ahead of him: a fog settled over waves that bounce gray and green under the islands that they stand on and stand miles away from. "Isn't mother nature coolio?" The camera flashes. Gwen looks completely outraged.

"What?!"

Geoff spins around.

Click!

Gwen is wide eyed, colors and splotches hitting the image of Geoff in her retinas.

"That'll be totally perfecto for your Wawanakwa scrapbook." He chuckles warmly. Gwen gasps.

"Scrapbook?! Ugh! Why won't you take this seriously?!" She grabs his camera and coldly throws it into the water.

Geoff frowns. "What's going on with you? Are you okay?"

"What's wrong with me? Ha, where do I begin?"

"Gwen-"

"No, you don't have to pretend to be friends with me. Just leave me alone." She turns around so she doesn't have to face him, folding her arms.

"I wasn't pretending! I really like you."

"Riiight, cause there's so much to love about a fatherless, creepy crawly little anti-socialite like me."

"Woah.. uh, sorry to hear that.." He rubs the back of his neck, her body jerking toward him. She pokes his chest.

"I doubt you could ever understand what it's like to be like me. I bet you're a star quarterback at home, with a body count soaring in the twenties! I bet you're friends with everyone in your school, and you make wisecracks behind the backs of girls like me, or bully those who don't deserve it! I bet you and your loving family get along great, while I have to raise my little brother with my pushover mom! I bet-!"

Geoff wraps his arms around Gwen's boney structure as her tears flow freely. She sniffles, shocked that he isn't either pissed at her or sobbing like a baby.

"Gwen.. I didn't know you were this upset. You should know.. I didn't have a parent growing up either."

She sniffles, not daring to hug back as mascara runs down her pale cheeks. "Y-you didn't?"

"No, dude. My mom died giving birth to me and my dad's been raising me ever since. Look, I get it. You had a hard life, babe. You've been going through a lot on the island between Heather and Trent and I bet you're super stressed in general. But look, I'm not your enemy. I'm not one of those bad guys from your school. And if we did go to school together? I'd totally invite you to one of my parties."

"...I'm such a fucking bitch." She puts her hands over her face and decompresses all of her remaining sadness into one long sob.

Geoff puts his hand on her shoulder, stepping back to give her as much space as he can in handcuffs. "You're under a lotta stress! It's natural! Bridgette told me that people with clogged up chakras end up lashing out at the world because they're imploding from the inside. Now, I don't know what a chakra is, but I know a sad girl when I see one."

Gwen can't help but smile. It really is difficult to hate Geoff. "Okay.. I'm not a bitch. But I am sorry that I treated you like crap all day."

"It's cool! It's actually pretty irregular that anybody ever blows their lid at me that isn't like.. A teacher or principal or cop." He grins.

"Is it because of your parties?" Gwen sniffles, wiping the last of her tears from her eyes.

"Yeah, usually. Noise complaints, ya know?" Geoff replies.

"No, I wouldn't. I've never been to one." She rubs her arm. Geoff gasps.

"Never been to a party?! That's ludicrous!"

"No.. sometimes I wish I had been. That for one day I could be one of those happy vapid girls who gets along with everyone, and is so excited to eat massive amounts of sugar, and do karaoke, and cheerleading, and ponytails. I just don't think it's in my DNA."

"Partying isn't in your DNA. It's a state of mind." He taps his temple, smiling calmingly at her. She smiles back, wiping away the mascara and eyeliner stains off her face.

"Yeah?"

"When we get off this island, you are coming to an AWESOME party, chez moi." He says.

"Sweet!" She exclaims.

"Yeaaah, baby! You're getting the lingo down already. Woo!" He cheers, bowing down for her to jump back on his back.

"Uhh, I'm not sure I'm ready for the woohoos yet. Woo?" Gwen dryly tries, getting back on top of him.

"Ahahaha, we'll work on it." He runs, looking down at the compass. Little did either of them know, team Duncan and Owen had already passed them.


Duncan and Heather, now in the lead, make their way out of the woods and towards the cave. Heather pinches his chest, looking around the sky for any of the beasts her team had to deal with last time they were here.

"Ah! Hey, watch the nails? They're digging into my skin."

"You're a big boy. Deal with it." He rolls his eyes, heading into the dark cave regardless of his pain. Owen and Eva come out of the woods seconds after Duncan dumps Heather out onto the floor, bringing himself down on top of her in his recklessness.

"You idiot!" Heather yells, shoving him off of her, only to land on his chest again.

"Quit it! Find the pieces so I can burn 'em." Duncan yells back.

"Quick, before they can beat us!" Owen yells as they join them in the dark cave.

"Owen?! Shit, come on!" Duncan stammers, opening his pack with a rip!

"Grrrr…."

"Um… Please tell me that's your stomach, Owen." Heather mutters.

"I really wish I could say yes…" Owen replies.

Everyone inside the cave screams as they're chased out by wooly beavers. Everyone but Eva, who desperately pounds on Owen's chest.

"Owen! Turn around!" Eva demands.

"No way! Those things really CAN kill us!" Owen shouts back defiantly.

Geoff, holding Gwen on his back, peaks out of the bushes as the family of beavers and dysfunctional contestants pass him by. "This is a disaster! There's no way they haven't already beaten us." Gwen stresses.

"No, wait. I don't think anyone else has dumped their tikis, otherwise why would they have their bags still on them?" Geoff questions.

"Hey, yeah.. And Eva totally wanted Owen to go back too!" Gwen replies.

"We can still win this!" Geoff enthuses. Geoff looks around for anymore violent prehistoric creatures. When none show their ugly heads, he dashes toward the cave before Gwen tosses the pieces of tiki idol into it, jumping off of his back to light them on fire with the lighter.

Gwen stands back, admiring the flame with Geoff at her side, as if they were at one of those beachside bonfires. They can't stop smiling, with a level of excitement never seen before on Gwen's face. "That was amazing! Wooohoooo!" She looks up at him as if she's awaiting his approval. He ruffles her hair.

"Now THAT'S what I call a 'woohoo'! Wooooohoooo!"

"Wooooohoooo! AH! Woohoooo!" She lifts her leg, caught up in the moment of pure celebration, her cheeks a pink blush. Geoff chuckles, shaking his head.

(Confessional: Gwen)

"Okay, don't start thinking I'm some mindless party animal just because I let loose with Geoff. That guy just brings out the good in people!"

(Confessional: Geoff)

"I am so, so proud of Gwen. Did you see her woohoo? It was adorable! That's the start of many more to come, bros."

(Confessional end)


Near a graveyard by a massive tiki statue are a few benches, three to be exact. All of them are covered with a red blanket, covering up something bulging underneath. All three teams sit at a bench each, with Chris standing by the statue with his charming host smile.

"And that's a point for the Gwen and Geoff dream team!"

"Yes! That's my partner! High-five!" Gwen holds her hand out and Geoff immediately takes the opportunity to slap it, an irreversible smile on their faces. Duncan gives his previous alliance mate the stink eye, while Owen listens as Eva whispers something in his ear. He nods slowly in understanding before shrugging an arm over her shoulder and squeezing her gently. She looks a little disappointed. But as soon as she notices the camera man aiming at her, she makes some distance and glares daggers at him. He aims the camera back towards Chris in fear of some retribution.

"So.. awesome day, huh? Moldy food fights, carnivorous beavers.. But, it's time for someone to win this thing. A point each for everyone except Heather and Duncan, who can still pull a stopper, and tie this thing up."

Duncan scratches his ass with his handcuffed hand, jerking Heather's towards his butt. She pushes him, whispering to him to "Quit it!"

"Today's final challenge?" Chris snaps his fingers, gesturing for the campers to pull off their sheets. When they don't, he snaps again. "Come on, already."

"Come on already what? You didn't give us a direction." Eva replies.

"Pull off your blankets, dude! Sheesh." Chris demands. Eva rolls her eyes before complying, as well as the others. The wooden heads of the previous contestants lie under them.

"AHHHH! Izzy! Cody! Justin! Noah! You killed them and turned them into wood?! NOOOOOOOO!" Owen falls to his knees, dropping Eva on his way down. She stands up, smacking him in the face to stop his wailing.

"Owen! Relax. They're clearly wooden carvings of their heads. Not their actual heads. See, I'm right here." She picks up her wooden head, standing side by side with it.

"Oh… Haha.. continue, Chris?" Owen says.

"The totem pole of shame and humiliation is your final challenge of the day. Your task? Assemble the heads in the order that your comrades were voted out. Each head has a sticking adhesive on the bottom, so don't be afraid of them rolling off of each other. Unless.. You want.. The wimp key!" He pulls out the gold key, leaning towards Duncan and Heather. "Huh? Huh, you two? Sparks are flying with this team."

Duncan and Heather stay quiet, simply glaring at one another momentarily before looking back at Chris with a mutual shake of their heads. "Okay.. if you insist. Time for heads to roll!" Chris blows a whistle from his pocket, insinuating the challenge has begun.

Owen picks up Justin's head first, his eyelids half closed. "Nice guy Justin.."

Eva places down Ezekiel's head first, scoffing at it before grabbing her own. "Even this wooden carving of him is super hot."

"Ha, I know, right? Let me tell you, when this guy would come out of his hotel room in a towel and nothing else? Heh, I could barely contain myself until night time when everyone else was asleep."

"Hehehe, wow! That's so dirty!" Owen exclaims childishly, placing his head on top of Eva's.

At Duncan and Heather's table a few minutes later, the duo have gotten to Tyler. Heather picks up two heads. "Look at who I've found, Lindsay and Beth." She bangs their wooden heads together. Duncan jerks his body forward involuntarily, holding a head under his arm and his knife in the other. "Too bad neither of them made it to the final six. What a shocker."

"Put down Beth. I'm pretty sure that dweeb Cody was after her." Duncan replies.

"These pieces of wood have just as much brain power as those two traitors combined." Heather complies, tossing Lindsay carelessly into the bench.

Geoff and Gwen seem to be struggling. They're on Justin, with Gwen panicking a bit as she realizes they're behind. "Okay, fourth out was Sadie, right?" She asks, lifting up Katie's head.

"No, no! It was Katie. Sadie was the one who was afraid of bad haircuts. Or.. was it Sadie?" Geoff scratches his chin.

"Ugh, I can never remember." Gwen responds frustratedly. Chris grins at the chaos, walking towards Heather and Duncan.

"What's our most argumentative team up to?" With the two now at Sadie, Duncan picks up Courtney's head, only for Chris to spot an inscription on the back. "What's this?" He pulls it out of Duncan's hands, his eyes widening in fear.

"Don't!" He reaches for it, but misses. Heather looks up with intrigue. Chris looks down at the hair of the wooden Courtney and sees… a heart sculpted on the back. He laughs. "It's not funny man!"

"Most guys kiss girls they like, dude carved her head! Hahahaha! Mr. Tough ain't so tough." McLean points and mocks, only for a Sadie shaped projectile to fly at his head and knock him down.

"Heather?" Duncan says, surprised.

"Who says we have to be tough all the time? Your pathetic display of adoration disgusts me. But, I understand that we all have our weak moments." Heather replies.

"Wow. That's the nicest sincere thing you've ever said. Probably ever."

"Don't look too deep into it. Pick up your girlfriend's head and let's move." He kneels down and picks her up, placing her and Sadie back where they belong.

"It's Trent next, right?" Geoff asks Gwen, their elimination order completely discombobulated. Gwen stares into his false eyes, completely taken out of the competition at that very moment. "Gwen? It's Trent next, right?" He grabs her wrist, his head blocking out the barely visible sun.

Gwen's heart skips a beat. "I…"

"Weeuuuhhh.. 'Aaaveee a weiner!" Eva, Owen, Gwen and Geoff look over at a dazed Chris, holding up both Duncan and Heather's hands. "Heath.. Dunca! And the Feather- w-weeen.. Take it! That means anyone can get voted off tonight!" He falls to the floor.

"Oh well. Thanks, Owen." Eva says, looking up at him while offering her hand. He grabs and shakes it.

"I'm glad we could do this together! I hope we can talk more in the future."

"I'd like that."

(Confessional: Gwen)

"That was really weird.. I don't know what came over me. God, I'm a mess."

(Confessional: Geoff)

"Aw man, I hope bringing up Trent didn't somehow ruin what me and Gwen had going on. I didn't mean to wreck her headspace. Man, this stinks."

(Confessional end)


Back on Wawanakwa, Duncan and Owen are whispering behind closed doors. Geoff opens his door with a sigh and sullied shoulders, but perks up when he sees his bros. Duncan and Owen stop talking, looking at him with a glare.

"I'm gonna take a leak before the voting process." Duncan says, standing up before walking out the door. Geoff winces, turning towards Owen who is also leaving.

"Hey, dude, we're still cool, right?"

"Of course! Don't worry about Duncan. He's all bark and no bite." Geoff smiles. "Don't tell him I said that though." Owen nervously adds before leaving the cabin. As he walks toward the docks for some fresh air, Heather whistles at him, walking up to him from the shadows.

"Owen, buddy! I think it's time you pay back that favor I did for you." Heather cheerfully states.

"Um.. Well, you did help me get major points with Izzy.. what is it?" He nervously asks.

Heather whispers in his ear. He nods slowly, understanding but not liking what she's saying. "Okay? Can you do that?"

"..Yeah. We were planning on doing that anyway." Owen mutters.

"Good boy! This'll be good for you, too. I'll see you at the bonfire!" She waves with her fingers, tossing him a chocolate bar on her way out. He catches it and guiltily strips the wrapper before chowing down on the sugary delight.


Once again, it's night time on Camp Wawanakwa. And that means it's elimination time. The moon is back to being a croissant shape in the sky, casting a beautiful light on Wawanakwa, and a ghastly dim on Boney Island. Chris stands before the six teens left, a plate of marshmallows in his hand and the other hand behind his back. There's a bandage on the side of his head from Heather's assault earlier.

"You have all cast your votes and made your decision. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately report to the Dock of Shame to catch the Boat of Losers. That means you're out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ever!"

Heather sighs shakily, tapping her foot. Duncan crosses his arms and looks at Owen. Owen nods, while Geoff leans forward next to Gwen, sneaking a smile at her. She smiles back apprehensively.

"The first marshmallow of the night goes to… Owen." Chris calls. Owen stands up, walking towards the host to stuff his face.

"Sweet, sweet safety.." He whispers, rubbing his tummy.

"Eva." Chris says. Eva catches hers, leaving her seat to stand next to Owen.

"Gwen." Gwen looks toward Geoff, pumping her fist to impress him. He puts out a thumbs up and chuckles as she stands up to claim her prize. Duncan looks at Heather, raising his brow. She furrows hers at Duncan, making a cutting noise as she brings her thumb across her neck.

"Duncan." Her eyes go wide as her name isn't called. He smirks and stands up, claiming his reward. Geoff looks at Heather, surprised to see that he's in the bottom two for the first time since the teams were demolished.

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"Heather." She exhales, a weight lifted off of her back. Geoff is surprised, looking at his friends with a frown. Duncan looks away out of guilt, as does Owen.

"What?! You guys voted Geoff over Heather?! Why?!" Gwen yells.

"It's nothing personal.." Eva mutters.

"The power of niceness is huge. Geoff had to go if any of us were gonna stand a chance in the jury vote." Heather explains, standing up to poke Gwen in the nose. If it weren't for Geoff's teachings, she would have smacked her lights out right there.

"You! You're all so-" Gwen is interrupted when Geoff stands up and puts his finger on her blue lips.

"Hey, it's no sweat, Gwen. I'll see you later, yeah?" He smiles at her, walking away from her, right out of her life. She turns, her bottom lip quivering. But she stops herself, tightens her hands into fists and runs after him as he walks down the Dock of Shame.

"Wait! I have something for you!" She holds up his camera, now dry, yet scratched up and scarred from its rough trip into the ocean. He turns around to see it.

"My lens!" Geoff marvels, taking the camera from her ecstatically.

"I went back after the challenge to get it. I'm sorry, again.. There might be a little bit of Camp Wawanakwa left in it." Gwen says, smiling sadly.

"Makes for a better souvenir." He replies.

"Right, right.." She rubs her arm nervously, her heart nearly exploding out of her chest. Why on earth is she so damn nervous? "Goodbye, Geoff. And thanks." She tries to turn away in a hurry. Geoff grabs her shoulder.

"Wait! Look up and say: Wawanakwa!" She giggles, staring into the lens with him.

Snap!


Mid Credits

Ezekiel had a plan. He had the greatest plan ever. Better than the time he managed to sneak in a Ham radio into the basement so he could listen to something while he learned how to crochet for homework. Ezekiel had never felt this way before. Sure, he had seen pretty girls that made him feel all gooey inside, but never before had he been so attracted to a girl like Bridgette.

While the others were crowded around the TV in the lounge area, scarfing down popcorn, chatting loudly, doing each other's nails or even just quietly observing the live challenge happening back on Wawanakwa. But Ezekiel had other plans. He wasn't too invested in anybody remaining in the game, least of all Eva and Geoff. But why Geoff?

"Trent? Can I ask you a question, man?" Zeke asked one night at the cafeteria, while almost everyone else was asleep. Trent had bags under his eyes and seemed to be only picking at his food. Zeke sat down next to him.

Trent looked at him curiously. "Oh, hey, Ezekiel. Shoot."

"You're a real lover boy, yeah? You got the girl of your dreams in no time at all."

"Yeah, and then I lost her in no time at all. What's your point?" He aggressively questioned, wondering if this was some kind of dig at him. Ezekiel put his arms up.

"N-no, I didn't mean it like that! I mean, ya know.. You're good at love and stuff. And.. I could use your help in that category."

"Oh. Yeah, man, I mean, sure. Sorry for snapping at you. Who's the.. Lucky lady?" He hesitated to call anyone Ezekiel liked lucky, but to his credit the homeschool had been trying to socialize more.

"Well, you see, she kinda already has a boyfriend.." He looked to the side shamefully. Trent hummed.

"LeShawna?"

"Erm.. no.."

"Oh, god.. You don't mean Lindsay, right?"

"No! Tyler and I are cool!" Ezekiel stressed, his bad breath hitting Trent. He fanned it away disgustedly.

"Oh. Okay. Then who?"

He swallowed. "Bridgette.."

"Ah, yeah. She's a looker all right. Not to mention really sweet. She helped me out once on the show. I'll never forget that."

"Yeah, I saw. She's real nice.. And pretty." He shyly remarked, twiddling his thumbs. "But I know she's loyal to her boyfriend, and I've never even asked out a girl before. What should I do?"

"Well.. You shouldn't try to get in between them. That's wrong. And if I know anything about how sucky it is to cheat on someone, it's that it absolutely burns when you're doing the cheating, almost as much as it hurts when you get cheated on." Trent says.

He nodded, writing down everything he had to say with a pencil and notepad. "Uh-huh. So..?"

"Why don't you write a love note anonymously, see how she reacts and if she's intrigued, reveal yourself. That way you don't get slapped by just walking up to her and asking her out, and you don't embarrass yourself publicly. It worked for Harold and LeShawna, why shouldn't it work for you?"

"Hey, yeah! That's a good idea! Alright, thanks man! I guess I'll get to work writing it out!" He stood up and held out his hand for Trent to high five, booger smears on his palm and dirty fingernails greeting him.

"Eugh.. dude, you need to learn some cleanliness before you do any of that. Come on, let me get you cleaned up. I could use the distraction." Trent stood up and led Ezekiel to the bathroom, a cleaning montage playing consisting of cutting nails, trimming hair, shaving armpits and plucking nose hairs. At last, Zeke was ready.

For the last few hours, he had spent his time sitting over the desk in his hotel room, scribbling out draft after draft until he finally had something he was happy with. The episode had ended and most were heading to the dock to check out whoever had returned. Unbeknownst to Ezekiel, who was still working out the kinks of his work. The letter reads as follows:

Bridgette,

Though I am still working on myself and trying to overcome my shortcomings, I want you to know that I am in love with you. You're sweet and strong and confident and exactly the kind of gal I could bring home to mom and pop and feel proud of. I know you're taken and definitely loyal, and I respect that, but if you ever change your mind, just let me know if you're interested.

Signed.. Your secret admirer.

With a big smile on his face, Ezekiel struts toward her room, confidence in his steps. He kneels down to push the plain white envelope under the door, but as he does so he can hear something inside of the room. Creaking, moaning, kissing, groaning, and…

"Geoff..! Oh, Geoff..! I missed you so much, baby..!~"

Zeke's world spins around him. On his knees, his bottom lip quivers, his entire body going pale as his ears ring and his stomach knots.

"Oh no… I'm too late.. I never stood a chance in the first place, did I? This is awful.." He lets a single tear fall down as he raises his hands sincerely. Another hand, one larger and colder, touches his bony shoulder. He looks up to see Chef.

"Hey, kid. What's that ya got there?"

"I-it's nothing. Just a dumb piece of paper, eh." Zeke stands up, sighing before trying to walk away. Chef grabs him by the shoulders and pushes him against the wall.

"You listen to me, soldier. Love is not dumb. You fell for the wrong girl. She ain't interested in humble farmboys. She's more into.. Modern guys. That pop country rap kinda guy."

"Well.. I've been writing a little bit of the rap I've seen on MTV.. does that count?"

"Kid, I ain't saying become a rapper. I'm saying-"

"That I should become a rapper to win her heart? Good idea, Chef! Besides, I already like the vibes of that music! It would still be me, just a better me! The Zeke-man, or.. ZZZten..tacion! Or like.."

"Nevermind! I got an interview to conduct. Move aside." He shoves Ezekiel away, who is now rapping under his breath as he heads back to his room. Chef rolls his eyes and pounds on the door. Bridgette gasps. "Geoffrey! You got an interview you flaked out on! Don't make me come in there, boy!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" Geoff replies.

"Ha!" Cody laughs from all the way down the hall.

In the cafeteria, Geoff sits across from Chef, wearing a blue bathrobe with his name inscribed on it.

"Okay, first and last name?"

"Geoffrey Harrington. But you can just call me Geoff, dude."

"What are your likes and dislikes?"

"Aw, what's not to like about life? The sea, partying, food, friends and family.. I love it all! No dislikes. Except maybe like.. War? Guns? Bridge said that stuff really sucks. I mean, I still think they're cool, don't get me wrong, but anything that can ruin a party like that," He snaps his fingers. "It's just not cool, dude."

"Right.. Next question, favorite food?" Chef asks.

"Aw, pizza! Who doesn't like a good pie? Party sized with pepperoni is the way to go. Stuffed crust, too!" Geoff replies.

"What is your dream job?"

"My dream is that I never have to work a job! Haha! Nah, I mean, I don't really think about that stuff. If I'm famous, I can make passive income, according to my dad. And if I had won the money, I'd be like, free to throw any party I want. I usually work at a gas station, though, so maybe something to do with that."

"Interesting. What is your home life like?"

"Great! I'm friends with just about everybody, I got an awesome dad, who though isn't around all the time 'cause he's gotta work, still makes me feel loved and lets me do whatever I want! He's awesome. And all my bros are too! Shoutouts to Jay, Brody, Evan, Mac, Davey, Luis, Michael, Kristen, Bella, Antonio, Tony, Paul, Nate, Aiden, Christopher, Mario, Leon, Amy, Greg, Peter, Jimmy, oh, and major props to my man DJ! I met him here, but he's definitely up there with some of my best friends. Usually I'm throwing a party or goofing off, sometimes both! That's life, man."

"I like that about you. You're a free spirit. Not like Chris." Chef whispers, leaning in close to the party dude.

"Haha, totally. That guy needs to chill." Geoff replies with a laugh.

"See? You get it. Anyway, final question: what would you have done with the money had you won?"

"I'd throw the biggest shindig anybody has ever thrown! Ever! And I'd get on the Guiness Book of World Records, so little dudes and dudettes all over the world could read about me at their school book fairs! That would be legendary! Oh, and I'd buy a waterbed. Have you seen those things? They're so cool!"

"Geoff? Are you done? I can't wait any longer..~" Bridgette calls from upstairs.

"Oh, are we good, Chef?" Geoff asks.

"Perfect. Careful with your pull-out."

Geoff pulls out of his seat, standing up. "Huh?"

"I mean, uh.. Stay safe. Hehe." Chef stands up and walks away, grinning devilishly. Geoff shrugs, running back upstairs toward his blonde princess.


Credits resume.