Today's recap is brought to you by Chef Hatchet. "Last time on Total Drama Island, a storm washed up these cracker jack teens on a deserted part of the island, where all of our interns were slain by a mutated goose thing I still can't wrap my head around. Tubby got separated from the pact and ended up making friends with a coconut who saved the group on many occasions. Somehow, they all ended up in one treehouse together telling their deepest, darkest, ugliest secrets before finding the production tent, where fatty won immunity and the coconut got cut from the competition."
We see Chef wielding a cleaver in the kitchen, with Mr. Coconut laying on a cutting board. "Yeah, it's me doing the recap, you got a problem with that?! Chris is out hosting some fancy awards show, so today I'll be the host of the game. So sit back, shut up, and get ready for the most enticing episode of…
Total!"
Slam!
"Drama!"
Slam!
"Island!"
Mr. Coconut is split in half by the cleaver, his coconut water blood everywhere.
The theme song plays over an intro sequence.
The first shot depicts Wawanakwa in full, leading up to a giant cliff and zooming past McLean as he sips a coffee before diving into the water below the cliff.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine.
You guys are on my mind.
We see Ezekiel under water, watching Geoff and Bridgette with a downtrodden look on his face, both of which are staring longingly into each other's eyes until an eagle picks Geoff up by his shoulders and carries him off. Bridgette tries to reach for him, watching him fly away with concern.
You asked me what I wanted to be and now I think the answer is plain to see
I wanna be famous.
The eagle drops Geoff down as it soars past the sun. He falls down a few tree branches before landing in DJ's arms, who seconds prior was enjoying nature and the copious animals around him. The animals get violent and attack as soon as their peace is disturbed. DJ and Geoff scream as the former runs with the latter in his arms away from the vicious animals.
Duncan laughs hysterically at the scene, but Courtney glares at him with disapproval, causing him to stop.
I wanna live close to the sun
So pack your bags cause I already won.
Heather is in a canoe with Beth and LeShawna going down the stream. Beth is in the middle, trying to separate the two from dueling. The canoe ends up careening off of the stream and down a waterfall, which makes the teens fall to the water below, passing by Harold as he practices a few fighting poses on a dangerously positioned log overlooking the falls. As he stretches his arms and legs out in a dorky position, Izzy swings in on a vine and knocks into him, bumping directly into an outhouse housing Lindsay, who falls out with her skirt around her ankles.
Everything to prove
Nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Cause I wanna be famous.
Inside the mess hall kitchen, we see Chef preparing some disgusting green soup with his bare hand dipped into the pot. He looks behind him at a tied up Owen and Noah, both looking petrified of whatever Chef is concoting for them. In the mess hall itself, Eva arm wrestles Tyler, easily beating him and dislocating his arm.
Outside on the beach, Sadie and Katie coo over Justin, who is looking at himself in between two mirrors. He winks at one, his teeth glistening.
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We get a good look at the polluted, muggy, teal waters of Wawanakwa, a few seagulls fighting over a cellphone. Katie swims for it, with Sadie watching from the sand anxiously, but the skinny brown clone of her best friend ends up being terrorized by a shark and swims back to shore as fast as she can.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Back on the dock of shame, we see Justin strut to the edge before ripping his shirt off, water from the shark splashing towards Katie drenching his perfectly chiseled muscles. He flexes as the camera goes up and transitions from day to night, then comes back down at the campfire ceremony.
I wanna be, I wanna be
I wanna be famous!
Trent is playing his guitar for Gwen, who is entranced by him. He leans forward, a warm smile on his face. As they inch closer, Cody gets between them and places a hand on both of their shoulders, smiling dorkily. The rest of the cast whistles the chorus of the theme song as the camera zooms out to capture them all sitting around the bonfire. The logo appears above them.
Total Drama Island:
The Creeps Cut
Created by VoiceFromUnderTheCovers and Crimson Candy.
In the middle of the night, a piece of paper is tossed by a gust of wind, leaves following its coattail before it smacks into a tree and slowly sways back and forth to the ground. Once hitting the grass, the camera lingers on the blank line paper until static fills the screen. Through the cracks, two black, smart shoes stand on the sheet, a loud screech echoing through the woods before the figure completely disappears along with the page.
The next morning, Duncan, Gwen, Owen and Heather are sleeping in the middle of the woods, all snoring peacefully on the grass in between shrubs of greenery, trees aplenty and squirrels happily jumping over them. One buries an acorn inside of Heather's mouth, prompting her to hack it up as she awakens, gagging before gasping.
"W-where are the cabins?! Am I drowning again?!" She panics, jumping up to her feet. Gwen's eyes snap open next, her arms propelling her upwards.
"They left us here again?!"
Duncan wakes up with a jump. "McLean?!"
"Mommy?!" Owen yelps, looking up into the air just as a green chopper enters the fray, its blades spinning too fast to be able to see clearly. Slowly, it descends as the contestants get their bearings, all still in their pajamas. Duncan wears a pair of boxers and white socks, Owen wears a blue bathrobe and pink bunny slippers, Gwen wears black sweats and a black tank top, and Heather wears Lindsay's pajamas.. A two piece of brightly pink.
Chef jumps out of the chopper, wearing his master chief outfit. "All of you little maggots shut up, stand up straight and listen!" Owen immediately follows his orders. Duncan rolls his eyes along with Heather and stands up reluctantly while Gwen follows. Chef gives the chopper pilot a thumbs up, and he flies away.
"Where's Chris?" Heather asks impatiently.
"Gone! There a problem with that?" Chef barks, pacing back and forth in front of them with his hands behind his back.
"Yes." Gwen states. Chef gets up in her face.
"You are lucky I got respect for you, girl." He goes back to pacing. "The rest of you have yet to earn that respect. Today's challenge is-"
"Another challenge without breakfast?! Please tell me it's an eating challenge." Owen cries, getting a slap in the face from Chef.
"Pipe down, chubby! That is important to today's challenge."
"Which is?" Duncan asks, crossing his arms.
"When I was in 'Ushwah…"
"Not a real country." Gwen deadpans.
"...I was forced to get down and dirty. Comrade's brains spilled on my coat, a fire lit on our ship that lit my damn pants on fire, I lost my boots fighting off a man painted to look like a tree branch!" His saliva sprays Heather, who hurriedly wipes it off. He backs off, pacing yet again. "I was scared, naked and most of all… afraid."
A singular $20 bill falls from the sky, which Chef catches and immediately pockets. "For your challenge, you will be finding your way back to the bonfire, and you WILL keep your clothes on." The contestants look between each other with confusion. "For this challenge, you'll be working in teams of two. You do not leave your comrade behind, as both teammates have to cross the finish line in order to win. There are two ways to win this challenge: one, get to the bonfire with both teammates before the other team. Two, get your adversaries clothes off at any point during the game."
Duncan and Owen look at each other with smirks. Heather and Gwen smack the back of their heads. "What are the teams?" Gwen asks.
"Delinquent and Pudgy, Grim and Grimmer." He tosses bags to both teams. Duncan catches one, Heather catches the other. Gwen glares at her teammate.
"Play nice. If we win this, we get to the final three."
"I'm not stupid. I know if I lose this one I'm dead meat. We're trucing, for now. Agreed?" Heather holds her hand out. Gwen takes it and shakes it.
"Agreed."
Owen hugs Duncan as he tries to open his bag. "We don't need some silly truce! We're guys. And hey, you're a great guy too, Duncan!"
Duncan shoves him away. "I'm not great, I'm bad."
Owen smiles cutely. "Ooooh, yeah, of course! Hehehehehe!" He's in on the bit, of course.
Chef continues. "In those bags are tools you may use on your journey. If nobody makes it to the campsite by o' 400 hours tomorrow evening, none of you sorry suckers win immunity. The team who loses will be voting someone off! Now, get out there and hustle!"
"Waaait, you can't leave us here, I'm begging you!" Duncan uncharacteristically tugs on Chef's shirt, on the verge of tears. Chef shoves him away.
"Get a hold of yourself, boy!" Duncan grips his fists tight, slowly stands up and puts his hands in his boxers briefly. The chopper returns, picks up Chef and he flies away.
(Confessional: Heather)
"Duncan is a lot of things, but he's not a coward. Something's going on.."
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Whoever's sick idea it was to bring Grand Master Chief back for another sick challenge.. You deserve a raise."
(Confessional: Duncan)
"I'm kinda stoked I got hooked up with Owen. Think about it, if you're a bear, who would you rather be dipping in barbecue sauce?"
(Confessional: Gwen)
"If I make it past this challenge, which.. Okay let's be real, no matter what happens here I will, I guess I'll have to be contending against Owen, Duncan or Heather in the finale. Duncan and I are cool, but let's face it, nobody wants to win the money more than he does. Owen's slow, but strong, yet kind of a pushover.. And then there's Heather. As much as I want to push her into a bee-hive or off of a cliff right now, I gotta admit, she'd be pretty easy to face off against in a challenge. She mostly got here through social manipulation and blatant luck, after all. Besides, being the reason she loses the entire season? That'd be pretty cool."
(Confessional: Heather)
She stretches the bra on her chest out, slapping it against her chest. "Eugh.. Lindsay, your awful fashion sense is seriously screwing with me. I mean, this thing is swallowing me whole!"
(Confessional end)
While Heather and Gwen begin digging through their duffel bag, Duncan grabs Owen's wrist and sprints full steam ahead with him in tow. "Wah! W-wait, what's happening?! We're starting already?" They run through the woods, leaving Gwen and Heather in the dust.
"We gotta gain some distance, dude! Besides…" He stops after a few more steps, hiding behind a tree. Owen gasps for air. "I wanted to psyche the girls out. You know, get 'em scared."
"Oh.. yeah. That makes sense." Owen chuckles, bending down to touch his knees and breathe some of that tension out.
"Let's see what we got." Duncan replies, zipping open the duffle. He dumps the contents of the bag out. A map, a can of bug spray, a flashlight, binoculars and a pair of sleeping bags fall out. "Alright, not bad."
"Yup, yup. It's all good except for one thing." Duncan raises his eyebrow. Owen falls to his knees and screams: "NO FOOOOOOOOD!"
Birds fly away from the woods as Gwen and Heather search their bag. "God, is that all he can think about?" Heather questions.
Gwen ignores her, taking out a compass. "Camp is north, so we just follow the river. Easy."
"If you say so. Let's just hurry up, I don't trust that mangey delinquent.. Or this forest." Heather mutters, holding her arms as she shivers from the wind howling.
"You're telling me. What else is in there?" Gwen asks. Heather starts sorting through.
"Some chocolate, band-aids, a hunting knife, a lantern? Ugh.. No shoes, just my luck. My pedi's are toast." Gwen rolls her eyes at her priorities.
"Come on." The goth replies, uncaring. Heather walks cautiously behind her, eyes looking at the floor to avoid sharp rocks or clumps of mud.
Back in the woods, Owen picks himself up sadly, his stomach rumbling loudly. "We're gonna die out hereeee!" Owen whines. Duncan puts a hand on his shoulder.
"We'll be outta the woods in no time, thanks to these babies!" He reveals a pair of night vision goggles from his boxers. Owen gasps.
"You stole those off of Chef? Sweet!" Owen chuckles.
"What can I say, I'm a hardened criminal. With these babies we can see as clear as day." Duncan gloats.
"Ahahawesome! Lemme see those." Owen snatches the goggles and slams them on his face, looking directly toward the darkest cloud in the sky. It parts, exposing the sun and… "AH! I'm blinded! Help!"
Duncan snatches them back, pushing them back underneath his jewels. "Alright, that's enough, we got a challenge to win! Now grab the map while I figure out where we are." He walks forward, looking past the tree line with his hands on his hips.
"Sure.. but a map's kinda useless without a compass, isn't it?" Owen asks.
"Okay, so the sun rose from the east, which means.." He points another direction. "That's north. So… Camp is that'a way!" He says confidently.
Owen looks closer at the map. "Are you sure? I think the sun rose from over there," He looks up, which is north where he's facing. "Which means camp is behind us, that'a way." He jabs his phone behind his shoulder.
"Uh, yeah, I think you're wrong? We're going this way. Let's move." Duncan begins walking, already frustrated as he heads west.
"Um… Okay. You're the boss." Owen takes his thumb off the map, revealing it to be backwards, something he doesn't realize one bit.
(Confessional: Owen)
"Okay, me and Duncan are like this! But, lately I've been feeling as if maybe he doesn't like me. Or maybe.. He used me, Geoff and DJ to get to the finals. Crazy, right? It's probably not true, but.."
(Confessional end)
Heather and Gwen trudge through the woods, with Gwen strategically dodging sticks and rocks on the floor while Heather swats at the mosquitos buzzing around her. "Ugh! I would kill for some bug spray right now, these mosquitos think I'm an all you can eat buffet."
Gwen ignores her, tightening her fists around the duffel bag. Heather stops suddenly, gagging. "Eugh! I-I think a mosquito just bit the inside of my throat! Bleh, it itches!" Gwen rolls her eyes, moving on regardless. Heather shuffles behind her, tears of pain welling in her eyes.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Okay, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I actually miss Chris. At least his planned challenges were supervised… usually. Anything is better than chef psychopath. Why do camp cooks always look like escaped criminals?"
(Confessional: Heather)
"Can you hear me, Chris? I hope you're enjoying your little day off, while we deal with your psychotic sidekick! By the way, he didn't even do anything, he just ditched us in the woods with barely any clothes on and told us to 'find camp.' Ridiculous!"
(Confessional end)
Chef lays on the dock of shame, reading a novel in his swimsuit as the sun cooks his back and his phone by his side plays a soothing, sensual song.
"Je t'aime comme une jolie fleur, Angelina ma bien-aimée. Embrasse-moi sous la ceinture… Ooh, hehehe.."
Crrr…
For a moment, his phone plays static. He rolls his eyes and restarts the song, then goes back to relaxing. "Ahem…"
We pan down a huge mountain. Duncan throws the duffel bag over Owen's shoulders before jumping onto a ladder of rocks, beginning a long climb up. "Come on, if we climb up here we can get a better view of where to head next."
"Um… Okay. I guess. I just don't really excel at climbing." Owen replies, slowly beginning to climb next to him.
"I know, big guy. Just hang in there." Duncan replies, undeterred.
"Hey, remember the time a serial killer tried to kill us all? That was spooky!"
Duncan frustratedly stares at him, but Owen doesn't notice. "Yes, Owen."
"Well, during that day, you and Gwen kinda.. Left us all behind."
"Pretty sure you all went your own separate ways and nearly got killed. We were trying to save everyone." He grumbles.
"I guess.. And DJ went home."
"Damn shame. Good guy."
"And then.. Well, you got kinda cold after that."
"What are you trying to say, Owen?"
"That.. I mean.. You started pushing Geoff away after he spilled your secret, and then you got more snappy at me."
"Can ya blame me? I told that story because I trusted you guys, and he just spilled it no problem. I wouldn't do that to him, but he did it to me. He got what he was coming for when he got voted out."
"I-I but he was our friend." Owen guiltily bites down on his bottom lip.
"Was being the operative word. I don't trust guys like Geoff. DJ was solid, I know he wouldn't do that to me. And look, I'm sorry if I'm being antsy with you, I do like you. But I really don't wanna lose this challenge. I'm so close to the end, man, and I just want something worthwhile to come from this dumbass show."
Owen sighs, relieved. "Wasn't.. Courtney worthwhile? You guys actually got to get it on, right?"
"We never fucked, dude. We just kissed. But… I guess you make a good point. I do really like that woman." Duncan grins, looking out past the trees. No sign of either girl.
"Hey, you got any uh, stories to tell to pass the time?" Owen asks between grunts as he continues to climb behind Duncan. The punk thinks on it.
"Okay, there's one, but I didn't know about it until that dork Harold told us. Something about a Slender-Man."
"Huh? Slender-Man? Ahaha, that's ridiculous!"
"Alright, well I don't have any more stories up my sleeves, man."
"No, no, tell me! Please!" Owen begs.
Duncan smiles, shaking his head. "This one time, Harold told me and the guys all about Slender-Man, right after that challenge where we told our fears to each other. Basically, he's this pale ghost dude with freakishly long limbs, tentacles that come out of his back, a suit and tie and the kicker? He has no face."
"Woah…"
"The story starts with this girl named Lauren. They say Lauren was once a normal little girl.. Until she encountered the Slender-Man deep in the woods. She had a friend named Carl, who told her they could go hunting for the beast together, but when they did.. They were lost forever. Never to be seen again."
"What happened next?!"
"Well, Lauren came back. Everyone said she became some sorta schizoid after that incident, but the truth is the Slender Man turned her into one of his proxies."
"AH! …What's a proxy?"
"A mind controlled slave of Slender-Man's, who spreads his influence to others and makes them do his dirty work for him. They say… he roams these very- hmph, woods!" Just as the story is over and Owen is thoroughly spooked, Duncan climbs up to the top of the mountain. "Woof, alright. Let's see those binoculars?"
Owen tosses him the binoculars. "Gosh, that story is scary.. I hope Slender-Man isn't real. How do you know if he's here?"
"Ya hear static or find his magic pieces of paper or something stupid like that. Harold's dumb story - it's not bad but kinda flimsy, you know? Like who would wanna live on this crummy… Ha! Dude, check it!" Down his sights, he spots Gwen and Heather, heading west of Duncan. "HA! Typical chicks with no sense of direction!" He yells at the top of his lungs. Gwen and Heather look up at him, the former smirking.
"Uhh, actually, the compass says this is north, and camp is north, so actually, camp is THIS way! You know, the way you're not going?" Gwen taunts.
Heather blows a raspberry at them. "Later, losers!"
Owen looks down at the map, raising a brow. Duncan, eyes wide and his face panicked, grabs the map out of Owen's hands, reading it… backwards. "You fucking idiot!" He yells, flipping it upside down. "AH! They're right! We're behind, by like a lot, dude!"
"I'm so sorry, I-I didn't realize it was flipped upside down!" Owen yelps.
"HOW?! How did you not know? It's not Mest, it's West, dork!" Duncan punches his own skull, taking the duffel off of Owen's back. "You don't get this anymore. The girls are gonna cream us unless I'm carrying you."
Owen looks disappointed in himself, but surprised at Duncan's proclamation. "Oh… Uh, are you sure about that?"
"Yes, come on." Duncan turns his back on him and struts forward toward the edge of the cliff.
"Um… Okay. Not sure how safe this is, but if you say so."
Owen leaps onto Duncan's back, knocking him off the cliff and down a waterfall, both of them screaming their heads off until they collide with the lake below. Duncan jumps to get air, gasping as his mohawk flops sideways. Owen emerges shortly after, clinging onto Duncan as his slippers fall off of his feet and float behind him.
"No! My slippers!" Owen yelps, reaching for them in vain. They float far away.
"I-.. I didn't mean literally carry, dude…" Duncan mumbles, a grin growing on his face.
"Oh! Oh, god, I'm sorry!"
"...Pfft, hahah.. Ahahahahahaha! Ahaha! Oh… This is the stupidest thing I've ever done. Hands down." Duncan says, chuckles a tear from his eye.
"So… You're not mad at me?" Owen asks cautiously.
"Oh, who cares? Let's just keep going. The lake should lead us closer to camp if my memory serves me right." Just as he says that, they pass a dam. He grins. "I think I got our golden ticket, big guy."
Back at the cabins, which since last episode have been rebuilt in places and lazily duct taped over in others, Chef rummages through the girls cabin drawers. He pulls out Gwen's diary, finds one of Heather's facial creams, then moves on to the guys' cabin. There, he grabs Duncan's knife and wraps up Owen's stash of candy into his blanket before moving back to the bonfire to enjoy his night. As he leaves the cabin, though…
"Hm? What's this?"
A singular piece of paper taped over the wall next to the window reads:
Always Watching.
No Eyes.
Chef raises his brow, picking up the page. He shrugs and crumples it up before throwing it behind him. "Weird goth chick, man…"
Heather sits down on a rock, immediately grimacing as the sharp end pokes her ass. She stands up like a startled cat before adjusting herself to be more comfortable. Gwen strips a chocolate bar across from her, sitting down on a rock opposite of hers.
"How are we doing on time?" Heather asks. Gwen looks down at her wrist.
"Don't have a watch, and my phone isn't on me. You tell me." Gwen replies, biting into her candy.
Heather scoffs. "At least it's still day time. Didn't Chef say we had until tomorrow to cross the finish line?"
"Pretty sure."
"That's crazy! He knows these woods, they're dangerous at night!"
"In general, they're dangerous."
"We could die if we don't get a move on." Heather stands up. Gwen glares.
"We could collapse and get eaten instead if that's preferable. Let's take a rest, the guys are totally lost and we've got a major lead." Heather sighs and sits back down, shifting to get comfortable again.
"Speaking of which.. They're in an alliance, right?"
Gwen looks up at her before looking away. "I'm not at liberty to say."
"Why? Are you in on it?"
"No, I just like putting you at a disadvantage." Gwen smirks.
Heather groans. "Ugh! So they are, right?"
Gwen shrugs, taking another bite. "You tell me."
Heather rolls her eyes. Just then, Duncan and Owen on their raft pass the girls. Duncan whistles to get their attention. "Oi, ladies! Who's lagging behind now?" Owen chuckles with him as they head down the lake. Gwen and Heather look at each other with surprise, stand up and immediately begin packing up.
"Hurry! Back on the trail!" Heather demands.
"You don't think I know that?!" The two girls sprint north.
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Seriously. Duncan would have been kinda cool, Owen would have at least treated me like a human being. But Heather? It's like being hit in the head with someone else's dense skull hanging out with her. I want to issue an apology on behalf of her to her parents for her awful attitude."
(Confessional: Duncan)
"One of the funnest challenges we've ever had. Get to gawk at Heather's bod, and make her lose the game. Not bad, Chef, even if it probably was just an excuse so you didn't have to work on a real challenge."
(Confessional end)
We're treated to a montage set to a campy whistle. Owen and Duncan get off their rafts at land, with Duncan checking the map once again just as Owen starts walking forward. A rope on the ground is positioned by a tree, and when his footsteps inside of the rope, Owen is snagged and dragged upside down in the trap. Duncan looks around for potential predators, or girls, before deciding it's a part of the challenge, dropping his duffel and climbing the tree to free Owen. He bites at the rope, while Gwen and Heather emerge from the woods and steal his bug spray. They run off shortly after. Owen falls to the ground once the rope has been chewed completely. Duncan jumps down, grabs the duffel and helps Owen up, the two completely unaware that they've been hoodwinked.
As Heather and Gwen are walking down a dirt path, Duncan and Owen sneak up behind them, hiding in a bush before jumping up and making bear noises, courtesy of Owen's knowledge on the beasts of the forest. Freaked, Gwen and Heather run as fast as they can, dropping the hunting knife from Heather's bag as they hide inside of a log. Owen pushes a boulder into the entrance of the log, while Duncan collects the knife. The two run away snickering. Heather stomps out of the exit furious that she's been tricked, while Gwen explains they need to get a move on. So they do.
Duncan and Owen are sitting under a tree together, 'enjoying' a bag of stale barbecue chips they found in a bush. Duncan let's Owen have the rest while he goes to get a drink from a nearby lake. While he's gone, Gwen jumps out of nowhere and sprays Owen in the eyes with his own bug spray, getting him to jump and run away, covering his eyes in pain. Gwen rummages through the duffel bag and grabs the night vision goggles Duncan stole off Chef. While Owen screams in pain, Duncan returns with water dripping off his collarbone to see what's up. Owen explains as fast as he can before running toward the same lake. Duncan shakes his head.
Later, when the sun is going down, a trap is set in the grass made up of leaves and sticks. A secret pitfall. Heather and Gwen are carefully stepping through the mess of pebbles, sharp rocks and mud with bare feet, and when they see the mass of leaves, they sigh in relief. Of course, as soon as they step foot on it, the ground gives out and they both fall. Not a long distance, Duncan isn't evil. They both fall three feet, their duffel snatched just before it can fall with them by Duncan, who easily takes back his night vision goggles, a compass and snags a few energy bars, throwing the bag back down on the girls before showing the goodies off to Owen, who claps like a seal. They run off.
Night falls. Bats fly across the forest, the moon a crescent glaring down at the island maliciously, providing the only light for miles. Chef lays in his bathtub, pink bubbles coating his body as he cleans his fingernails with Duncan's knife and reads Gwen's diary.
"I love Trent, but Geoff is just so cute.. He did cheat on me, maybe it's time for payback. But Bridgette would be so hurt… Ooh, tensiony. Wonder if she ended up doing it."
Ring, ring!
Chef grabs his phone, dropping Gwen's diary on the floor next to the tub. He rolls his eyes at the caller ID before answering. "What do you want?"
"Hey." Chris greets awkwardly. "How's uh, how's the challenge going? Did you do the elimination yet?"
"No. The kids are still in the woods." Chef deadpans.
"Oh. Are they… alive?" Chris asks, his usual charisma gone.
"Yes. I think. Maybe. We'll find out tomorrow." Chef shrugs.
"Cool, cool.. Just curious."
"Then why are you at some awards show? It's your damn show! Why am I hosting it?! This wasn't planned!"
"I uh.. Needed some air."
Chef furrows his brow. "Is this seriously about last night?"
Chris sighs. "I- Chef, you know- I just, I didn't know I was.. I was weak, alright? I'm not like, in love or anything. You're acting obsessed. I mean-"
Chef gasps. "Uh-uh.. You did not just say that."
"Dude, Chef, come on, man, let's just.."
"Nah, no, you enjoy your fruity little awards show, McLean. I'm relaxing."
"Chef!-"
Boop.
Chef chucks his phone against the wall. After a few heavy breaths, he takes Gwen's diary back in his hand and flips it open with a clearing of his throat. "Don't think about him, he ain't worth it…"
Heather and Gwen, scratched up and bruised from the hard day of walking, continue doing just that, a chip on their shoulders and their duffels short on supplies. Bandages rest all over their legs, arms and stomachs from bug bites, getting caught on trees and falling down a pitfall.
"God, it's so cold.. Who knew summers in Muskoka could be this freezing?"
"Ugh.. we sh-should set up camp soon. I don't know how much longer I can keep catching whiffs of your breath." Gwen insults, hugging herself for some kind of body heat.
"Ugh, speak for yourself, I can smell your armpits from here." Heather shoots back, mimicking Gwen's pose. As Gwen rolls her eyes, her signature, she accidentally bumps into a tree. Heather snickers behind her hand.
"Shut it!" Gwen barks, a crow in the distance flying away. An owl's call can be heard in the distance, and the crickets never stop.
"Sorry. Hey, what's up with the paper?" Heather asks, still smiling with amusement. Gwen takes a step back and gasps.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.
An illustration of a tall, faceless man wearing a suit and tie with tentacles protruding from his back faces her. Gwen continues stepping back, her breath rugged. "T-this has to be some sick joke.."
"What? Let me see."
"No, don't!" Gwen tries to stop Heather, but she's already picked up the page.
Bom.
Bom.
Bom.
Heather looks down at the page and studies it, concern in her eyes. She quickly shoves the page in the side of her panties, turning to face an even paler Gwen.
"I don't know how much longer I can excuse things just being the producers messing with us."
"Heather… if this is real, we cannot stop moving. Do you hear that?"
They both stay silent to listen to the loud drumming in the far off distance. Heather swallows, nodding slowly.
"We have to keep moving." Gwen whispers. Heather nods even harder now, waiting for Gwen to take the lead. Gwen bites the bullet after a few seconds and leads Heather down the dirt road. The two tiptoe around a few moments, but as they turn the corner…
The Slender-Man himself stalks them through the trees. Gwen freezes, looking into his face for a few seconds too long. Heather is so scared she can't help but scream as loud as she can.
Duncan looks up at the sky when the girls scream. "Ah shit, are they okay?"
"Ooh, let's check their thermal readings! Like real detectives." Owen puts the duffel bag down and searches through it to find the night vision goggles.
"Not this Batman crap again. Harold already gave me the whole spiel." Duncan states.
Bom.
Bom.
"Do you hear that weird drumming?"
"Yeah.. maybe it means we're close to the end, eh?" Owen says. He picks out the goggles with a grin before putting them on. He looks up toward the direction of the scream and spots a squirrel. "Oh, hello there little squirrel." He looks to his left, and finds a bat. "Ooh, and hello there you adorable little bitty bat." With a giggle, he turns right and sees Gwen and Heather entangled in a web of tentacles as they desperately try to scramble their way out, all while the Slender-Man stares Owen down and stretches his arms menacingly. "Oh, hello there, Slender-Man…. AHHHHHH!"
Duncan looks in the same direction and screams with Owen, hugging him in terror.
"DO SOMETHING!" Gwen screams, punching the Slender-Man's bald head. Heather cries.
"I don't waannnaaaa dieeee!" She sniffles, kicking to no avail. Duncan rushes in on Slender blindly, taking out the hunting knife from his waistband to strike the tree-like stalker. Before he can hit him, however, he disappears, dropping Gwen and Heather as he does so. The girls breathe heavily, while Duncan, who is also on the verge of pissing his pants, helps Gwen up and Owen does the same with Heather.
"Slender is real?!" Duncan questions.
"Uh, duh! I-I just didn't know he'd be in these woods!" Gwen stammers.
"What the fuck is a Slender?" Heather asks, shaking like a leaf.
"Who cares, run!" Owen yells, taking off. Gwen hesitates, but the others follow behind him, so she follows too.
The safest place in sight is a cave with a tight opening. Owen leads the group inside of there, no Slender-Man in sight. Once inside, we see just how pitch black the cave is. Stalagmites drip water onto the contestants as they stand still and attempt to catch their bearings.
"We're gonna die now, we're all gonna freaking die.." Heather whispers, rocking back and forth on the floor.
"Heather, relax. Remember the horror movie challenge." Duncan whispers, getting down to comfort her to the best of his admittedly crappy ability.
"Right, right, because relaxing is what totally saved me there!" Heather whispers back between chokes.
"AH! Heavenly hash! We're gonna die! And I've never even had a date, or held hands! Or fulfilled any of my 'Owen gets jiggy' fantasies! Like the one where-"
"AH! Stop, make him STOP!" Gwen exclaims. Duncan stands up and smacks Owen in the face. He shakes his head.
"Thanks…" He settles down, as do the others.
Awwwwwwwwcrrrrkkkk!
"Did you hear that?" Duncan asks. Red eyes fill the cave.
Hee-hiss! Sheee!
Liiiick.
Heather gasps. "Oh my god… I cannot believe I'm saying this, but.. Please tell me that tongue in my ear is Owen's."
"No.. That would be the-"
"BATS!"
The group run out of the cave, with bats swarming the Slender-Man before he can enter the cave while the contestants run out the back, avoiding him. After three minutes of adrenaline fueled marathoning, the group stops at a large tree, catching their breaths. Owen, now only wearing his tighty whities, collapses to the floor, and Heather sits on him while Duncan and Gwen crouch by the tree.
Ahhhhhaaa….
Their eyes open wide.
"That's it." Duncan stands up. "I'm calling a temporary truce until we can either kill the Slender-Man,"
"Which is impossible." Gwen corrects.
"Or survive the night. Who's with me?"
The group all raise their hands.
"Good.. we need a fire before we freeze to death out here. Owen, where'd your robe go?" Duncan asks.
"Oh, crap! I must have lost it in the cave!" Owen yelps.
In the cave, Slender does a catwalk with the robe on, checking himself out.
Duncan rolls his eyes. "Me fire, Gwen sleeping arrangements, Heather take inventory, Owen keep watch for Slender. Cool?"
They nod.
"Then let's go." They all scatter to do their designated jobs.
Chef lays down on his cushy bed, scarfing down chocolate and tubs of gravy while Heather's facial rests on his wrinkly face. His phone rings again. He doesn't even try to answer, simply turning up the dial on his HAM radio to get better reception on the nightly talk show he listens in on.
The fire is lit, the sleeping bags are prepped, the duffels of stuff have been traded back and are full once again evenly. All four contestants sit by the fire, shivering from the cold and from the nerves of watching out for Slender. Owen works on smushing all of his candy together.
"Heeeyyy! Check it out, guys! I smushed all of my energy bars into one giant ball. Anyone want a bite?"
Gwen shakes her head. "No.. but can I have your sleeping bag?" Owen shrugs and tosses the thing over Gwen. She smiles and sighs, trying to cocoon her way into sleep. Owen turns and grabs his mini fridge.
"Where'd you find that?" Heather asks.
"It was just sitting in a bush nearby! There are hotdogs in it! Might save 'em for a midnight snack. Well, goodnight everybody!" Sprawled out, Owen cuddles his mini fridge and falls asleep with ease. Duncan shakes his head, holding himself as he allows Heather to huddle in his sleeping bag, his nipples sharp from the freezing climate. Heather sees opportunity.
"I can't sleep.. I'm too… scared." She looks up at Duncan, eyes big and red. Her nipples protrude from Lindsay's lousy top, her lips licked by her long, pink and white tongue. Not being able to brush definitely made her less attractive, but for what it's worth, Duncan could still feel his blood moving downward. "Can I just.." She wraps her cold arms around his somewhat warm torso, resting her cheek on his skin with her chest laying on his lap. He goes wide eyed, arms behind his back now.
"Uh… Yeah, yeah, sure. That's cool." He rests a hand on her lower back, trying his hardest to play it cool.
"I feel so safe in your arms.. You won't fall asleep, right?"
"Yup.. you can count on it." He smirks, looking confidently at the two sleeping across from him.
Zzz….
The next morning, Duncan is asleep. Owen's screaming and the sound and smell of sizzling meat shake him awake. Heather and Gwen are gone. There's a wind under Duncan's belt, and he immediately covers his exposed dick with his thighs, yelping.
"Holy shit! It's the Slender-Man!" Owen yells, pointing at the tall, pale figure, its black tentacles protruding over the fireplace as it carries the mini fridge under its arm. Smoke rises from the area, while a hotdog is wrapped around his tendent. "And he's cooking hotdogs on the stove!"
"Where are the girls?! Did he eat them?! A-and our duffels," the bags are sure enough, completely gone. "They're gone too!"
"Hey, you hungry home invader! Stop raiding our refrigerator!" Owen barks, trying to take the fridge from its boney hand. It easily tosses a cooked hotdog at Owen's face, grease marking his lip. He quickly licks it up like a dog before grabbing the dog and gasping. It's dirty, ruined. "Yikes! He just whacked me with a warm wiener!" Slender grabs Duncan and chucks him toward Owen, but he manages to dodge him by ducking out of the way. "Twice! W-wait a minute!"
Slender opens a bag of potato chips, eating one while devouring a hotdog from his tentacle. A slit of a mouth with sharp teeth opens up to consume the junk food. "You don't have any lips! How in the H E double hockey sticks can YOU eat potato chips?!"
Duncan scrambles to end this, standing before the skinny predator. "Enough! Look, Slender, keep the food, can you point us in the direction of camp? And not kill us, please?"
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Do we feel bad? No way. Duncan taunted us first. All is fair in love and war, and this is definitely war now."
(Confessional: Heather)
"Okay, that was so much fun! Before you say it, Courtney, yes, stripping Duncan was absolutely necessary. It's insurance in case they somehow end up crossing the finish line before us. I didn't do anything, I'm not evil. Though if I did, I doubt he'd object.. Oops!"
(Confessional end)
Slender points them in the right direction. Duncan kicks a rock in frustration. "Ah, I can't believe I let myself get suckered by a CHICK!"
"Two chicks, actually. What can I say, you're weak, you've succumbed to the primal urges of-... sniff!"
A trail of delicious, potent, sweet, creamy, cinnamony goodness enters Owen's nose. "Do you smell that?"
"What?" Duncan looks around, mostly for the girls.
"It's sweet.. And cinnamony, and- I almost got it! Sticky buns…~"
Meanwhile at the kitchen, Chef takes the sticky buns out of the oven with oven mitts and takes a strong whiff. "Mm… That's some oven lovin'."
Owen blinks like a wild animal. "Hold on, baby, I'm coming…" He follows the smell, while Duncan grabs a leaf and ties it around his junk before following Owen.
A picnic table is set up by the bonfire. Chef plates the tray of sticky buns on the table, licking his lips while eagerly rubbing his palms together.
"We made it!" Heather announces, running towards the checkered finish line by the log seats. Chef rolls his eyes.
"Aw, crud."
(Confessional: Gwen)
"You may be wondering why we just left the guys to 'die.' Well, last night, while we were gathering supplies, Slender came up to me. He told me he admired my style with crazy cool mind telekinesis, and said he'd help us win the challenge. He's actually a pretty cool guy, once you get to know him. Not sure why Heather stripped Duncan though, kinda unnecessary.
(Confessional: Slender-Man)
Slender devours potato chips, the chewing of his teeth sounding like grassy footsteps. He waves to the camera, a kawaii blush on his cheeks before he teleports away.
(Confessional end)
With two duffels in hands and their eyes set on the finish line, Gwen and Heather run as hard as they can towards victory, only for Owen to rocket past both of them. Duncan lags behind all three, but cheers on Owen. "Yes! Go Owen, go for the gold, dude!"
"Oh, no!" Heather yelps, speeding up.
(Confessional: Heather)
"You can only run so fast and so hard without any shoes on! Luckily…"
(Confessional end)
Owen pivots from going to the finish line to tackling Chef, grabbing the tray on the table. He licks his lips. "Sticky buns…" Down the hatch, all of the sticky buns slip down the tray and into his throat. With ease, he wolves them down. Duncan is flabbergasted, the leaf falling unceremoniously from his crotch as he hangs his shoulders low. Heather and Gwen pass the finish line, cheering and high fiving.
"No! Duuuuuude! We were so close! Whyyy?" He approaches Owen disappointingly.
"Well, they're fresh from the oven." Owen explains. Duncan facepalms, while Chef smacks the tray out of Owen's hands.
"Those were supposed to be mine! Alright, game's over, creepy girls win, criminal and chubby lose."
(Confessional: Duncan)
"We lost the challenge for a few sticky buns, what was that?! Do you know how many sticky buns I could have bought with a hundred thousand dollars?!"
(Confessional: Heather)
"Oh my gosh, that was so pathetic! Did I say I stripped Duncan for insurance? I meant to say I wanted to see if the whole 'shrinkage' myth was true. I guess I won't know.. Courtney, any comment?"
(Confessional: Gwen)
"Wow.. we kinda scored that one."
(Confessional: Owen)
"I think Duncan's really mad at me.. Maybe I should have saved him a sticky bun?"
(Confessional end)
Later that night, the bonfire is cleaned up and lit up with the campfire ablaze. Chef paces back and forth in front of the contestants, fury in his veins and three marshmallows in his sweaty, gross hands. The four fully clothed contestants, two of them with invincibility, wait as he rants. "This was supposed to be my day! I had it all planned out. I was gonna eat my sticky buns," Owen gasps, "and relax with one of Heather's facials," Heather gasps, "while I finished reading Gwen's diary," Gwen gasps, "and clean my toenails. That reminds me, you need to sharpen this." He tosses Duncan's knife back at him. It's dull, caked in toe gunk and looks like it's been crying. Duncan gags.
"Then I was gonna loot the rest of Owen's snack stash…" Owen goes wide eyed and gasps even harder than before. Chef glares. "But that's all ruined! So here, take your invinci-darnbility!" He tosses two marshmallows at Gwen and Heather.
"Hey, uh- we didn't get to vote." Duncan says.
"Neither did we." Heather adds.
"Oh, there's no voting today. Today, I get to choose who goes home." Chef growls menacingly, grinning ear to ear.
Owen and Duncan look at each other anxiously.
"Duncan, from the day you arrived you've been a nuisance. There was that time where you tore up my shed and stole my motor to make a bike, or the time you disrespected Master Chief Hatchet, or the time you raided my kitchen. Or… when you stole my night vision goggles from right under me, by pretending to be some cryin' sissy."
"Aha, what can I say? Don't have a cow, man." Duncan haphazardly excuses.
"And Owen!.. You ate my damn sticky buns. You ruined my enchanted evening. You've been raiding the kitchen for weeks now behind my back, and you were in an alliance with Duncan this entire time."
"I uh, I saved you some crumbs!" Owen states.
"No, you didn't!" Chef yells so hard that wind hits Owen's hair and spits covers his shirt. Chef pulls back, holding up immunity. "However, a while back I made a promise. A promise that this was a long time comin'. The final marshmallow of the night goes to…
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"Owen! Choke on this, glutton!"
The final marshmallow flies into Owen's shocked mouth. Duncan glares frustratedly at Chef as he runs up to him and points in his face. "You're finished!"
"Pfft, good. Get me outta here and back to juvie. At least with convicts you know what to expect." He folds his arms before standing up. Chef pokes him in the back and leads him toward the dock, where everybody else follows to say their goodbyes.
"Left, left! Left, right, left! Come on, soldier!" Chef yells as he passes him, Duncan's slow walk frustrating him. The delinquent holds his luggage in his hand. Heather stands before him.
"You had the chance to rock an alliance with me, and you blew it because of morality. Hopefully being a good person was worth it, Mr. Tough Guy!" Heather smirks.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, bitch." She gasps at the insult as he coldly walks past her. Gwen looks at him in his teal eyes with sincerity.
"Hey, don't worry about her. You played the game well. Sorry you had to lose over sticky buns." She holds her fist out. He grins, punching it.
"Good game, Gwen. Bulldoze these losers for me."
"Will do." She winks as he walks by her. Owen twiddles his thumbs, hesitating as he chokes on his own sobs.
"I-I.. I'll miss you..- Beeeeelccch!"
Duncan waves the aroma away, grimacing. "Whatever." He walks past Owen with a shove of his shoulder, walking toward the Boat of Losers.
"All of you, report to your beds before I get back, unless you wanna walk twenty yards tomorrow!" Chef yells, getting in the driver's seat while Duncan sits grumpily in the back. Gwen and Owen wave goodbye.
At the bonfire, the final three sit together. Owen looks sadly at the ground, Gwen tosses her diary into the embers of the fire, and Heather plays with her hair as she observes both of them. "So… looks like we made it to the final three."
(Confessional: Heather)
"I just want to thank everyone who helped get me to the final three! Courtney, I feel your pain girl, you should not have been cheated off like that." Wink! "Noah, you were one seriously smart guy, don't think I didn't notice. And Lindsay.. You'll always be one of my BFF's, don't you forget it! I forgive you and Beth for betraying me, and I hope that in the finale, you'll show your appreciation for our friendship."
(Confessional: Gwen)
"I gotta admit.. I didn't think I'd make it this far. Yawwwwn. But now that I have, I might as well win."
(Confessional: Owen)
"Sooooo… it's Owen and two hot chicks, ehehehe! Partayyyy..~ Sorry, Duncan."
(Confessional end)
Mid Credits:
As Duncan gets off the boat and slings his luggage over his shoulder, he immediately feels the burning gaze of somebody higher up than him. No, it's not a lightbulb, it's Courtney. She looks down at him from the lobby window, casting judgment with her arms folded. She immediately walks away when he spots her. He sighs.
"Aw, crap.. Courtney. This isn't gonna be easy."
Later when Duncan gets into the resort, Chef sits him down at a bench. Geoff, DJ and Bridgette sit close by near the pool, and though they all wave at Duncan, when Geoff and DJ try to get up to say a proper hello, Bridgette stops them. Courtney sips a virgin drink at the bar, facing away from him.
"Let's get this stupid shit over with." He mutters.
"Full name?" Chef asks, opening his notebook.
"Duncan.. Nelson. Ugh." He winces, looking towards his friends.
"Likes and dislikes?"
"I like weed, art and pranks. I'm your run of the mill Impractical Jokers fan, really. I guess I dislike cops, people like you who create rules that ruin people and the way they view the world. My dad can suck sometimes, as can my brothers. Love you, mom." He sardonically answers.
"Favorite food?"
"Bacon double cheeseburger, extra bacon, hold the lettuce, ketchup in the middle, crisp fries on the side, a strawberry milkshake. That's the dream. If I ever get sent to death row, woo boy."
"What's your home life like?"
Duncan chuckles humorlessly. Courtney spares a glance briefly. "I think I've gone into enough detail about that. How about prison? I can talk about how I ran the joint ever since I kicked in Pat the Punchers face. Or how I once got out of a jam because I was a repeat 'good behavior' convict. That was after forcing a guy to eat his own socks. How about the time I clogged the drain with my hair when I tried to dye it again? Red is not my color."
"God, you're insufferable." Chef grumbles.
"Two way street, Chef. Just be happy you got rid of me." He smirks.
"Oh I am, boy." He clears his throat. "Okay.. What's your dream job?"
"Dream job? Psht… I dunno. Mechanic sounds nice. I like stripping cars and selling parts to people. Maybe I can do that in reverse. It's steady, it's fun, got the vibe I'm going for. Yeah, mechanic."
"Hm.. okay. Last question. If you had won, what would you have done with the money?"
"Oh dude, after I bail myself out of juvie, I'd buy this sick hog I've been eyeing for a few weeks and use the rest of the cash to mod it to perfection. Maybe I'd throw a couple parties at my folks place, and then get a shabby place of my own so I don't have to rely on them so much anymore. Yeah, that's what I'd do."
"Got it all planned out, huh?" Chef taunts. Duncan glares at him.
"Yeah, but I lose, so what's the point? It's over, all thanks to you and Owen."
Courtney walks up to the two, her palm resting on the table between them. "Okay, enough self pitying. Chef, some privacy?"
Chef stands up, collecting his notes. "Sure thing. Have fun, you two vandals.." He mutters an insult, walking away.
"I'm using that as a quote during my case!" Courtney yells at him.
"Whatever! Oh crap, I mean uh, no comment!" Chef yells back, leaving the Playa behind. Geoff, DJ and Bridgette continue to wait by the pool while Courtney sits down across from Duncan.
"Hey, babe.." Duncan starts, a soft grin on his face.
"Don't 'babe' me. Not yet." Courtney demands coldly. Duncan sighs and looks down at the table.
"...Sorry."
"Thank you."
There's a pause of silence. The chlorinated pool and the sound of crickets fills the sound around them. They both start talking, then stop before they can cut each other off. Duncan hops his knee, Courtney drums her fingers against the table.
"My parents said I should break up with you."
Duncan raises his brow. "We're still together?"
"I thought we were?"
"We are. Aren't we?"
"Yes. Maybe. I don't know. I've never done this before." Courtney shakes her head in frustration.
"I can see that." Duncan smirks.
"Ugh! More judging." She rolls her eyes.
Duncan leans in, parting her bangs. "No, not judging. It's cute." Courtney shakes her head, gently pushing his hand away.
"Please.. No flirting. I need you to hear this."
He gets serious, frustrated internally. "What?"
She takes a deep breath. "...You flirted with Heather on the show. You cuddled her like you cuddled me. You- you flirted with fans behind my back, and yes you apologized for it, but the fact that I had to hear it from Trent-"
"Okay, wait, I'm gonna stop ya right there, princess. I only cuddled up with Heather because I thought we were gonna die, and we were both freezing to death. We might have died had we not cuddled."
"And then she robbed and stripped you on international TV. You're lucky for the censor bar and the FCC, otherwise your junk would be all over the world."
"Yeah, please remind me about how I nearly lost my life to a lovecraftian monster and had a momentary bout of weakness when a hot girl touched me."
"Ah, see you admit it! You think she's attractive." Courtney jabs an accusatory finger his way.
"And I think you're hotter! What's your point?" He flails his arms. In the background, DJ and Bridgette facepalm. Geoff throws up a double thumbs up Duncan's way. The criminal leans back in his chair as Courtney buries her head in her hands. "Okay, so I'm sorry that I did all that stuff. I'm sorry about the girl fans and I'm sorry about Heather being a total slut."
"That's not all."
"What else did I do, huh? Just tell me my sins, lay it alllll out."
"Please, Duncan! Listen to me." Courtney pleads, sitting up.
"What do you think I'm doing?!" His voice raises as he slams his palms against the table. Courtney goes quiet, her eyes wide. "I'm tired, I have a headache the size of Texas, my stomach's in knots, and I just lost a hundred thousand dollars because some psycho chef doesn't like me! I'm being really nice right now by listening to you, Court, wanna know why? Because… I really really like you." He slumps in his chair, unibrow furrowed while his arms cross against the surface of the table, his eyes closed. Courtney sighs, leans over the table and rakes her delicate, pristine fingers over his hardened, calloused knuckles.
"...My parents told me to break up with you because you're a degenerate criminal. But you taught me that you don't always have to follow the rules, or at least the ones you don't like. I believe you once said that you're fighting for my freedom, as well as your own. That inspired me like you wouldn't believe. I know you're not perfect..far from it. But I'm willing to try if you're willing to try as well. Who knows, maybe my parents will understand where I'm coming from if I explain it to them. And maybe, just maybe.. We can be successful together." She smiles at him, earnest and sweet. Duncan is lost in her eyes.
"Courtney.. I.. I'd like that, yeah. I mean, like, trying for each other, and all that. Sounds.. Cool. Especially if it means I get more alone time with my favorite, uptight princess."
"Ha, and I suppose if it means I get to spend more time with my pig headed, foolish daredevil, I'm willing to work on us too. Now come here and gimme a hug. I missed you." They both stand, joining in a tight, loving squeeze. DJ, Geoff and Bridgette approach them, clapping for them.
"Welcome back, Duncan!" DJ greets ecstatically.
Geoff's face lights up. "Duncan, dude! I'm so happy to see you again. Look, about the game-"
Duncan scoffs. "Who cares about the game? Let's let bygones be. Party in Courtney's room?" He slings an arm around both his girlfriend and Geoff's shoulders. Courtney raises a finger to object.
"Heck yeahya!" Geoff exclaims.
"Woo! Yeah, come on Court!" Bridgette adds, linking her arm in hers.
"Well… only if you all clean up tomorrow morning." Courtney replies with a smile, leaning into Duncan's warmth as she squeezes Bridgette's arm with her elbow.
The group cheers, walking toward the resort, finally reunited as the Killer Bass.
Credits resume.
