Dunsparce519: Justin is a villain, so he should be the one to do something like this.
Metal Face: It's a secret.
Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Brick, Jasmine, Justin, Millie, Trent
Screaming Gaffers: Chase, MK, Ripper, Scott, Sky
Episode 5: 3:10 to Wildtown
"People have always been drawn to the beauty of the sea," Chris began as the shot opened up on the distant hilly shore of some unnamed body of water, the sun risen but not quite high in the sky. The shot faded into a close-up of a beach laden with dried up shells and starfish, a pine forest visible in the distance; another fade took the scene to a seagull resting peacefully on top of a buoy. The peaceful background music that had been playing shifted into a deeper, more threateningly ominous tune reminiscent of certain shark-based monster movies as a dorsal fin cut through the water in front of the buoy, startling the gull into flight.
The music came to a head, and Chris McLean broke the surface with a chuckle, the fake fin strapped to his head. "But that's not where we were last time! Sky's surfing adventure turned trailer park when a twister ruined her fun. And Brick was stripped bare. Nice pecs, dude!"
"Thanks to Chase's gnarly moves, the Gaffers won the first challenge. Meanwhile, Trent almost drove everyone nutso with his obsessive "nine of everything", while Anne Maria won her team over with her paper mache. Though the 'Taj Ma-Kate' was cool, the next challenge went to the Grips' 'Casa Sky'."
"Tied at one apiece, the Gaffers were crowned the watusi winners when Trent "accidentally" twisted an ankle. And Ripper got down, scoring them a Hawaiian-style luau."
"With only eleven left, which team will get the upper hand? Find out next, on Total! Drama! Action!"
(Theme Song)
The episode opened up on a shot of the sun before the camera panned down and to the right, landing on Jasmine and Millie sitting curled up on a bench under a purple-and-white parasol, mouths hanging open as they panted and looked generally uncomfortable. Another pan showed Anne Maria sitting on the steps of the girls' trailer beneath the canopy, with MK slumped next to her; like Jasmine and Millie, they were panting heavily.
The camera panned over again just as Scott leaned out the window of the guys' trailer. "Hey sun," he grumbled, "who told you to be so hot today?!" He groaned again and flopped forward.
Confessional: Scott
"I'm no stranger to hot and sunny days," Scott explained in the make-up confessional, dripping with sweat. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it, especially since my farm has no air conditioning!"
Confessional Ends
Justin was relaxing on a chair as Ripper laid on the ground next to him. "A fan would be useful right now," Justin said.
"Get… get it yourself," Ripper panted. "Too… too tired for insults."
The shot zoomed out, showing Brick squatting in what looked to be a kiddie pool and Chase sitting on a wooden bench with his hoodie taken off.
A few sniffs preluded a cut over to Sky, who was sitting by a tree. "I hate having summer colds. Especially when it's a hundred and five degrees hot," she moaned, sniffing a few more times before sneezing.
The scene zoomed out to show Trent sitting next to her by a rock. "Water?" he offered a bottle to Sky. "It's not going to cure your sickness completely, but it will make you sneeze less."
"It's probably just allergies, but I'll take the water," Sky grabbed the bottle and squirted some water into her mouth.
Confessional: Trent
"If there's one good thing that comes out of this heat wave," Trent said, "it's that me and Sky can be together without anybody else around."
Confessional: Sky
"I like that I was able to talk to Trent," Sky told the confessional camera. "The only downsides are that I'm a bit unwell and there's no air conditioning. My gymnastics center is the place to go if you're looking for extreme coolness. The breezy air gives us the courage to perform well."
Confessionals End
A single chanted word began a Western tune as Chris stepped in front of the camera. Only his face was visible; he was squinting, had a toothpick sticking out of his mouth, and seemed to be wearing a cowboy hat. He cocked the hammer of a revolver and fired a shot into the air, startling Brick, causing Scott to bolt upright, and earning a cry from MK as she held her hands over her ears.
"Chris!" MK shouted in annoyance.
"My ears!" Scott added.
"Take it easy," Chris told them, a revolver in each hand. "Guns are loaded with blanks." He blew the smoke off one directly into Scott's face, then spun them on his fingers and holstered them. "Least I'm pretty sure one of 'em is." He laughed, then broke into a cowboy drawl as he walked into the center of the common area. "Since there's no beatin' the heat, we're goin' west this week! There's a town meetin' at high noon! Be there, or I'll drive ya deadbeats outta town!"
Confessional: Jasmine
Jasmine was fanning herself with her hat. "Normally, I'd be as chipper as a squirrel about the challenge today, but not when it's this hot!" she panted. "Australia's an Arctic compared to this."
Confessional Ends
The scene cut to a close-up of a silver pocket watch in Chris' hand, the minute hand rapidly ticking up to high noon. The host lowered the watch and the camera panned down from the glaring sun to the western set as a tumbleweed blew through the road; it spontaneously incinerated the moment it came to a stop.
"Listen up, pardners!" Chris said, getting the teams' attention as he closed his watch and stowed it in a pocket. "In any good Western, there are heroes, outlaws, horses, and pretty dames." As he walked, the camera zoomed out to show the castmates had assembled in front of a building and a ladder leading up to some sort of tower. "The hero defeats the outlaw, then rides off into the sunset on the horse."
He stopped in front of Millie, who immediately spoke up. "What about the dame?" she asked.
"None of your beeswax!" Chris answered in a harsh tone that shocked Millie, before laughing and rubbing the girl's head. "Just messin' with ya! They usually hang out in the saloon during the bar brawl."
"If the dames are weak," Ripper said. "Half the time, they're helping the guys with the showdown."
"How not sexist of you," MK shot an annoyed glance at Ripper, who returned the feeling back.
Confessional: MK
"Bar brawls are my favorite part of any cowboy movie," MK told the audience. "It's funny how the fights start because sometimes, it's because of something stupid."
Confessional Ends
"All eyes on me!" Chris waved his guns in the air and shot them twice before continuing. "Time for your first challenge! No cowboy worth spittin' at would go one day without saddle practice," he said while spinning and holstering his guns. "Time to saddle up!"
The scene cut to an old and fly-ridden brown horse drinking from a metal bucket. It let out a long, loud fart, and just when it seemed to have stopped it let out another quick toot.
"That's the best steed we could afford?!" Chris asked irately, looking over to Chef who was working an adding machine in a nearby building.
"You want a five-star hotel, and champagne, and caviar for breakfast, hmm?" Chef said through the open window. "I gotta cut somewhere!"
Chris grinned. "It's perfect! Don't change a thing!"
Confessional: Millie
"I love horses!" Millie gushed in the confessional. "I've always wanted to ride one, but my parents always restricted me from doing so since I could get traumatized by their neighs, but I'm a teenager now so that has to change."
Confessional: Chase
"I once sat on a horse that one time me and my family went to the petting zoo," Chase told the camera. "I did get punished for it because there was a sign that prohibited people from getting on the horse. My reading skills weren't the best at six years old."
Confessional: Trent
"Who says a western has to end with a guy and his horse. This is the movies. The guy always gets the girl," Trent smiled. "Meaning me."
Confessionals End
"This is supposed to be a challenge?" Anne Maria scoffed as she walked up to the side of the horse.
"Not so fast," Chris interrupted, the shot cutting back to show the entire group. "You cowboys and cowbabes are gonna have to mount the steed from up there," he said as the camera zoomed out slightly to show the railing around the water tower a nearby ladder led up to. "Not there," the host corrected, "waaaaaay up there!" The shot zoomed out once again, showing another ladder reaching up to a diving board suspended high above the set.
"Since the Gaffers won last week they go first," Chris announced as Chase and MK shared a nervous look. "Don't worry," Chris told them, "our unpaid interns have assured us it's safe." He gave a small nod to his right, and the footage flashed back to Chef Hatchet standing on top of the diving board, stomping on the hands of a light-skinned person hanging to the edge of the board, the majority of their body off-screen.
"No! NO! AAAAAAHHH!" the intern hollered as he was forced to drop, landing with a distinct crashing sound.
"Looks safe to me," Chef said with an impish smile and a light chuckle.
The footage flashed back to the present, the camera focusing on the Gaffers, Chris, and the horse that was now standing on a red bull's eye, though still drinking contentedly.
"Hey," Ripper said, "why don't the Grips have to go first if they lost last time?"
"Because I said so!" Chris answered. "And I'm your host," he turned to the camera as a short game show-esque jingle played, "Chris McLean."
Sky sneezed again. "I didn't think much of it before, but now I know I'm seriously coming down with something."
"We'll help you up the ladder if you want," Chase said.
"Uh guys," Trent walked over. "Sky really is sick. You should let her skip this one."
His suggestion earned him an annoyed glare from Sky. "I'm capable of deciding for myself."
Confessional: Trent
"Right, forgot," Trent facepalmed. "She doesn't like to give up."
Confessional Ends
"I'll be fine. I'm going up," Sky approached the ladder.
"Don't die!" Scott shouted.
"Not helping!" Sky shouted back.
The camera flashed to the swaying ladder before showing Sky pulling herself up to the top. She looked over the edge in order to plan her jump.
"Break a leg, Sky!" Trent cried out off-screen.
Confessional: Sky
"I'm about to plummet a hundred feet, so hearing that from Trent gave me a bit of encouragement," Sky admitted happily.
Confessional Ends
"The horse isn't going to move, so might as well," Sky said before she jumped. A grin formed on her face as the camera watched her fall from below.
Confessional: MK
MK was busy watching some confessionals on her phone. "After watching the latest confessionals, I figured out that Trent is planning to throw the challenge for his team thanks to Justin." She put the phone away. "I'll leave this alone if it means that my team won't be up for elimination."
Confessional Ends
The viewpoint shifted to looking down on Sky as she fell towards the oblivious horse in the center of the bull's eye. Chase, Ripper, and Scott were shown watching in horror. A thud sounded as the scene cut to a close-up of the horse, which widened its eyes and whinnied at the impact.
The camera pulled out, revealing that Sky had successfully landed on the aged steed. "Are you good?" Chase asked as the shot focused on the athlete's face; she looked to have been dazed, and she fell off of the horse and onto the floor.
"Sky!" Trent rushed over to help Sky up, and they smiled at each other.
"Just be careful with my left-" Sky said before Trent grabbed her arm up. "Arm!!" the short girl yelped in pain.
Confessional: Trent
Trent stared at the camera for a few seconds before face palming himself. "Stupid!"
Confessional Ends
Trent helped Sky up by her shoulders as Chris laughed from just off-screen. "That was awesome, Sky!" The view pulled back to show the entire cast, the Grips' logo appearing above the team on the left. "Gaffers: 1; Grips, you're up!"
Sky walked past Trent as she clutched her arm, leading Trent to slump. "It's not like things can get any worse," he moaned.
The footage flashed ahead to show Trent jumping off the diving board with his eyes closed. A strong gust of wind blew him off-course towards the fence around the landing area.
Jasmine and Justin winced as a crash was heard, and the camera cut to Trent having landed on a wooden fence post groin first and twitching. "Or maybe they can!"
"Glad it wasn't me!" Chris said as Trent walked back clutching his crotch. "Gaffers: 1; Grips: Zip! Scott, you're up!"
The footage immediately skipped ahead to Scott in mid-fall screaming. He then landed on the horse, and despite initially wobbling in shock, he shook it off. "Jackpot!" he cried.
"Way to stick the landing, Scott," Chris told him as he walked up. "Gaffers: 2; Grips: Zilch!" the host announced.
The scene moved to Millie and Anne Maria on the diving board together.
"Are you gonna jump or what?" Anne Maria asked a nervous-looking Millie. "We don't have all day!"
"I will," Millie told her as she looked over the edge of the board. "I just want to get ready for it."
"I'm givin' you three seconds or I'm pushing you off," Anne Maria warned.
"Wait, you're going to do what?" Millie said, looking back just before Anne Maria shoved her forward. The author screamed as the camera followed her fall, cutting away to show her teammates wincing before showing that she'd landed.
"Wow, I can't believe I-" Millie began to cheer before looking up. "Gotta get off!" she said, her eyes going wide before she launched herself away from the horse and landed on her feet.
Anne Maria then landed on the horse. "Nothing to it," she said and proceeded to get off the horse.
"Why did you shove me off the diving board?!" Millie furiously scolded her teammate.
"I didn't want you chickening out on this," Anne Maria answered.
Confessional: Millie
"Contrary to the belief, I wasn't going to quit," Millie confessed. "I just wanted to make sure that I wouldn't land on anything other than the horse."
Confessional: Anne Maria
"You may be calling me a hypocrite since I didn't jump off the cliff last season, but this time it's different since my tan won't get ruined at all," Anne Maria claimed.
Confessionals End
The footage showed Chase whooping as he fell. Zooming out, he was revealed to be holding what may have been a pair of old-fashioned women's underwear above his head like a parachute. As he neared the horse, the wind picked up and blew him back up and away; his newfound screams were heard even as the camera focused on Chris and the Grips watching.
"Not the electrical wires!" Chase shrieked just before a buzzing sound and some flickering lights came from off-camera.
"Uh, McLean, are you gonna send someone to help him?" Ripper asked.
Chris began to laugh, but the footage was paused and the camera pulled out from one of the monitors in the control room; Chris was sitting at a desk in the foreground with a piece of paper in his hands and a serious look on his face. "We here at Total Drama Action," he read in an extremely stilted manner, "care about the health, and welfare, of our...," he raised the paper in front of his face, "competitors. Furthermore," he peeked back out at the camera, "no animals were hurt in the making of this show."
Back with the challenge, Justin had specs on while holding up a contract. "Uh, says right here, page thirty-seven of my Gluteus Maximus Modeling contract, I am forbidden from any form of jumping that might strain my, uh... assets," he patted his butt for his teammates to see. "Heh. Sorry!"
The horse was drinking from the now slightly-bent bucket when the scene skipped ahead again. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you think our butts are going to hurt from the landing?" Brick asked as he looked down at the target area with Jasmine.
"Considering that the others come out okay, I'd say 6 decreasing to 2," Jasmine said. "We'll be fine."
"That's all I need to hear," Brick said. "Geronimo!" He jumped off the board.
"The koala says cluck to the platypus for luck!" Jasmine chanted before she jumped off as well, and the camera showed the two rapidly descending from below.
Brick landed in front of the horse while Jasmine landed on the back with a satisfied grin before looking down at her teammate. "Are you okay, mate?" Jasmine asked in concern, getting only a pained groan from Brick.
"Alright!" Chris announced as the camera pulled out to show the teams and their logos again. "The Grips now lead the Gaffers three to two! It's up to you two to break the tie!" he told MK and Ripper as he stepped closer to them. "Who wants to take one for the Gaffers?"
"Ladies first," Ripper said, dragging MK forward.
MK pursed her lips. "No no no. I insist!" She grabbed Ripper by the arm and forced him closer to the ladder. They both soon found themselves at the ladder, and glared at each other before grabbing it at the same time.
"What is with that jacket?" Ripper asked as he and MK climbed opposite sides of the ladder. "I mean, do you ever take it off even when it's hot?"
"I should be asking the same about your shirt," MK shot back before climbing on up. "It's not summer themed as well."
Ripper continued on to the top of the ladder. "At least my shirt isn't baggy and lame like your jacket," he said.
MK snorted as they walked towards the edge of the platform. "Ripping off my jacket just to show off my body is lame." The techno grinned as Ripper walked towards her, and she tripped him off the platform. Before he fell, though, Ripper grabbed MK by the wrist and took her with him.
They were shown falling and screaming from below, but when the camera cut to the horse their screams ended abruptly before they reappeared on-screen.
"Where did they go?" Sky asked in confusion.
"Not there," Chris said as the shot zoomed out to show him and the Grips. "Waaaay up there!" The shot slightly zoomed out again, revealing that Ripper and MK had gotten caught by their shorts and pants respectively on a weather vane on top of the barn.
Ripper's shorts then began to tear. "Nacho nuggets." MK's eyes went wide as Ripper finally fell with a scream; the camera panned down just as he landed on the horse backwards.
His stunned look rapidly faded into a grin. "Booyah," Ripper said with a cocky grin. "My big weight came in handy!" He then dismounted the horse, turning his back towards the camera and showing his pixelated bare butt to the world.
Chris laughed. "Well, I guess you showed us," he said. "And by us, I mean the entire viewing audience!" Ripper growled and cracked his knuckles at the host, making him dial down his taunting. "Okay, okay. You don't gotta get my dungarees all dusty. Anywho, looks like you managed to tie things up at three a piece!" He began to walk towards the right, and the castmates slowly began to follow him. "To the next challenge, for the tiebreaker, cowpokes!"
The camera panned up as they left, stopping at MK who still hung from the weather vane. "Uhh, you're all forgetting someone!" she said loudly. "One of you will come back, right?"
(Commercial Break)
A hollow whistle opened into a short Western tune as the scene faded into a shot of the two teams, the camera placed on the ground and at an angle. A tumbleweed rolled past and Chris stepped in front of the camera, only his legs visible until it panned up and around to his face. "The hallmark of any good Western is the quick-draw cowboy showdown!" he said after adjusting his hat. The shot cut to the unimpressed castmates, and Chris started walking past while continuing his talk. "Captains will pick their strongest cowpoke to compete in what will likely be," a few deep drum notes were played as he stepped between Scott and Trent and put his hands on their shoulders, "a FIGHT to the DEATH!" He laughed, the two on either side of him looked briefly surprised, then frowned and walked away, and a cellphone began to ring.
"Yello?" the host answered immediately upon taking his phone out; a faint voice was heard on the other end, but it was impossible to tell exactly what it was saying. "Uh-huh. I see. Fine." He ended the call with a beep.
"Our lawyers have informed me that you may shoot until someone is mildly injured," he announced, "or cries like a little baby. But a fight to the death is strictly prohibited. Time to pick your cowboys!"
Confessional: Trent
"If I'm gonna have any chance with Sky, I've gotta find some way to help her out," Trent declared.
Confessional Ends
"The Grips pick Jasmine," Trent announced.
"What?!" Justin protested heavily. "You want to use Jasmine for target practice? She's a guaranteed hit."
"My height is over six foot, Trent," Jasmine pointed out.
"You guys better decide soon cause I'm getting thirsty," Ripper barked out as he held up two water guns meant for the challenge and started drinking all the water from them.
Confessional: Sky
"I can't believe this. He's throwing challenges just to impress me!" Sky exclaimed. "That's as bad as cheating!"
Confessional: Trent
"Finally, I think I did good," Trent said. "Man, relationships are complicated."
Confessionals End
"Ripper!" Chris whined childishly and walked over to him. "We needed that water for the quick-draw cowboy showdown!"
"Don't look at me!" Chef joined them. "I ain't lugging anymore water in this heat."
"If you want to blame someone, blame the heat," Ripper said. "It's making my mouth dry."
"Okay, new challenge!" Chris said in a frustrated manner and marched off.
The scene flashed to Chris standing in front of everybody. "Since Ripper ruined the last competition, your final challenge of the day will be calf roping."
"Where are the cows at?" Jasmine wondered.
"There aren't any. Grips are the cowboys, Gaffers are the cattle. The cowboys rope the cattle, they win. The cattle dodge the cowboys, they win," Chris explained the rules.
"How do we know who's who?" Trent asked.
"Grips get to wear these stylin' cowboy hats." Chris pulled out a cowboy hat. "Gaffers get to wear... udders!" Chris pulled out a hat shaped like cow udders.
"You just had to ask," Scott grumbled.
"Sorry," Trent said.
Confessional: Jasmine
Jasmine had a cowboy hat on. "This hat looks great on me, but I wouldn't trade my original for the world," she stated.
Confessional: Chase
"Pretending this never happened," Chase said to himself as he put on the udder hat. "For life!"
Confessional: Sky
"And all this for a million dollars," Sky muttered, an udder hat already on her head.
Confessionals End
Chris was now standing on a green stack of hay. "Would the cattle care for some hay?" Chris asked after the contestants had put on their hats.
"Would the host care for an udder sandwich?" Ripper replied with fury.
"I'm good," Chris carried on. "Chef will now judge the competition. Yo, Chef!"
Chef walked into the scene from the right. He was wearing an old-fashioned pink whalebone dress with matching bonnet and fan; the material was translucent, and he was noticeably wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs under it. He scowled at the host, then began to gently fan himself. "Love the dress, Cheffette," Chris teased.
Chef scowled and growled, and the footage flashed forward to show him tightening the final knot in a rope that had thoroughly tied the host to a support post of one of the buildings. "Maybe when I change, I'll come back and untie you," Chef said angrily before picking up the bottom of his dress and walking away.
"I can't feel my arms," Chris whined as he struggled against his bonds. The camera zoomed out to show the teams ready. "Let the calf roping begin."
The Gaffers sprinted away from the Grip cowboys and cowgirls wielding rope before the Grips chased them.
Justin tried to lasso Scott, but ended up overshooting and missed him. Fortunately, Jasmine threw her lasso and successfully captured Scott, pulling him down to the ground.
"What were you even taught in Australia?" Scott questioned in shock.
"Cow roping is one of my skills," Jasmine answered as she tightened the rope around Scott. "Along with juggling, animal handling, and much more."
Chris finally untied himself from the post. "And that's one cow down. Four more to go!"
Anne Maria was chasing MK. She threw her lasso at the shorter girl multiple times, but MK managed to dodge being captured due to her height.
"Being short does have its advantages!" MK laughed.
"Hold still, you pesky girl!" Anne Maria growled in irritation.
Sky and Trent were walking backwards until they bumped into each other, causing them to turn around and face each other. Trent twirled his lasso for a bit and pretended to have missed Sky.
"Aw shoot! So close!" Trent acted disappointed, much to Sky's dismay.
Confessional: Sky
"That's it. I'm going to have a talk with Trent after this challenge ends!" Sky firmly said. "He needs to play fair!"
Confessional: Trent
"What girl doesn't love it when a dude helps her out?" Trent asked. "Holds a door, opens a pickle jar, helps her win a million dollar competition?"
Confessionals End
Chase was running away from Brick. "Track practice is something I never take for granted!" Chase bragged as he was a few feet away from Brick.
"Don't expect me to give up!" Brick panted.
Trent was sitting on a rock when Millie walked up to him. "Why are you sitting down when we're supposed to be roping the Gaffers?" Millie asked.
"I'm… just waiting for one to come by so I could rope them?" Trent answered slowly.
"Hiya losers!" Ripper mocked and waved as he ran past the two.
"You just let him pass you right now," Millie deadpanned and started to chase after Ripper.
The scene cut to the six Grips still continuing to chase the four remaining Gaffers. The Gaffers ran into the pile of rope that was used to tie Chris down to the post. They picked them up, and after seeing what was about to transpire, the Grips ran the opposite direction.
Millie got captured by Sky, and Ripper and Chase worked together to tie up Trent and Anne Maria respectively.
MK was now in the process of chasing Justin.
Confessional: Justin
"I just found out I have a new neck modeling contract," Justin said calmly. "Apparently, I have excellent tendons." He stretches his neck out for the camera to see. "See? See? Check it out. You like that?"
Confessional Ends
Justin turned around and stopped MK. "Not the face!" the model cried. "Or the neck, hands, feet, legs, knees, or anything in the chestal region!" He dropped down into a fetal position. MK smiled and gently tossed the lasso around him.
"Got you!" MK cheered. "That was too easy."
"Well, what do we have here?" Chris arrived on the scene. "The cattle have roped the cowboys." The Gaffers arrived with the Grips all tied up. "A bit unexpected, but what the heck. The Gaffers win!" The Gaffers cheered at their victory.
Confessional: MK
"Justin basically handed us the win!" MK laughed to the camera. "That guy is such an egomaniac!"
Confessional Ends
"You Grips are losers," Chris continued next to a small fire. "And you know what happens to losers." He pulled something out of the fire, which turned out to be a branding iron with an L. "Which Grip wants to take the heat?"
The Grip members all proceeded to run away from the scene at the sight of the iron.
"Nice torture method, McLean!" Scott sneered, though he frowned in fear afterward.
Confessional: Scott
"I don't blame the Grips for not wanting to get themselves branded," Scott shrugged. "They'd likely have to get their bellies or arms covered with bandages since a bandana won't be enough to conceal it." He tightened his own bandana.
Confessional: Trent
"I would've asked if they had a branding iron with an S for Sky, but that would be taking things too far," Trent said.
Confessionals End
Chris plunged the branding iron into a barrel of water with a hiss. "Legal says branding's out," he announced. "Guess I have to settle for booting one of the Grips off in the most exciting Gilded Chris ceremony ev-er!" He danced as he made the announcement. "Now, go shower. You stink!" The castmates began to walk off. "Peee-yyyyewwww!"
A shot of Ripper washing his hair was shown, the camera pulling back to show him in a barrel, then panning right to show MK, Brick, Millie, Jasmine, Chase, Justin, Scott, Anne Maria, Sky, and Trent waiting in line wearing nothing but bath towels.
"Hurry up, Ripper!" Millie begged.
"And don't pee in the barrel," Chase added. "You drank all the water from those pistols."
"Alright, you've been in the barrel for too long and I'm taking you out," MK reprimanded her teammate and grabbed the barrel.
"Hold on a minute-" Ripper tried to stop MK but she pushed the barrel forward, causing Ripper to slide out naked.
Confessional: MK
"If you can't tell by now, Ripper's starting to bug me, especially on purpose," MK said, "but luckily, I'm able to get even with him by messing with him. And since he's not Mr. Popular around here, I won't be targeted for elimination for being rude to him."
Confessional Ends
The scene cut over to Trent sitting outside the boys' trailer until he spotted Sky coming over to sit next to him.
"Hey Trent. Can we talk?" Sky asked.
"Sure," Trent accepted. "What's up?"
"What's going on with you?! You've been throwing the challenges lately," Sky said incredulously.
"Uh, what do you mean?" Trent tried to be subtle.
"You know what I mean," Sky said seriously. "You didn't even try to rope me, and I can tell you deliberately tripped in the dancing challenge just so my team would win."
"Sky, I-" Trent attempted to explain himself.
"Why are you doing all this?" Sky asked. "This is not the Trent I know from the first season."
"Fine. I'm worried Chase is gonna try and steal you away from me," Trent sighed miserably.
"Where did you even get that idea from?" Sky got flabbergasted.
"You two have a lot of shared abilities and interests, and with you two being on the same team, I figured you'd forget about me," Trent explained. "I just wanted to make you happy by letting you win."
"I understand how you're feeling, but me and Chase are ONLY friends," Sky enforced. "Besides, he's dating Millie, and I don't think he's the type to cheat on her."
"I didn't think about that at all since I don't know Chase that well," Trent sighed.
"And also, please stop throwing challenges. Not only is it hurting you and your team, but it's also hurting me as well," Sky advised. "A win isn't a win if the opposing side doesn't give it their all."
"You're right," Trent nodded. "I'm sorry I got so jealous and did all that. It was really stupid of me."
"I forgive you, and I promise I will never leave you for anyone," Sky said with a warm smile. "We can be friends with other people and still maintain a relationship."
"I hear you loud and clear," Trent smiled back.
As the couple hugged each other, the camera panned to the right to reveal Justin glaring at them from behind the trailer. "So do I."
The next scene focused on Millie, Jasmine, and Anne Maria relaxing by the girls' trailer until Justin marched towards them.
"Hey Justin. What's going on?" Jasmine asked her teammate.
"Listen girls, we have to vote off Trent tonight," Justin discussed.
"And why him?" Anne Maria interrupted.
"This is the reason," Justin said. "He's been throwing challenges just so he could impress Sky because she's on the other team."
The girls all proceeded to gasp at the news. "You gotta be kiddin' me!" Anne Maria said in disbelief.
"I overheard him talking to Sky. I'm not lying about this," Justin confirmed.
"Trent obviously shouldn't have put us up for elimination, but he did do so with good intentions," Millie said.
"He may continue to do so over and over again, and did his number nine schtick not bother any of you?" Justin asked.
"It sure did complicate things in the sand castle challenge," Jasmine remembered.
"Brick won't be on board with us since he's friends with Trent, but we need to vote Trent off tonight if we want to keep winning," Justin reasoned. "Think heavily about this."
As Justin made his way back to his trailer, the three girls all shared looks of uncertainty.
The standard introduction for the Gilded Chris ceremony was played, with all the accompanying fanfare. When it ended, the scene cut to the six Killer Grips as they voted from the stands – Anne Maria, Justin, and Trent in the front row; Jasmine, Millie, and Brick behind them.
"The votes have been cast!" Chris announced, the electronic beeps of the voting devices stopping as the camera switched to his close-up as a quiet but deep note was struck in the background music. "If you get a Gilded Chris, it means you're safe, for now." Another deep yet soft beat played as the host looked to the side and Chef walked up, wearing a black suit coat over his usual clothes and carrying five awards. "What happened to your dress?" Chris asked mockingly, earning an 'I'm watching you' gesture from his hulking assistant.
He frowned and turned his attention back to the castmates. "And the Gilded Chris goes to...," the shot moved to the mostly-anxious campers, "Jasmine, Millie, and Brick!" The three smiled and caught their awards.
"Justin," Chris called out, and the model was shown catching the thrown prize with a wince. "And last but not least..." A single high note hung in the air as Anne Maria and Trent were shown watching the stage nervously. "Anne Maria!"
Anne Maria stood up to catch her award, a grin forming on her face. "Yeah baby!"
"Trent, it's time to go!" Chris informed the eliminated contestant.
Trent got off the stands. "Before I do, can I at least say goodbye to Sky?"
"You could, but it'd be pointless since Chef will just carry you to the limo," Chris smiled.
"Alright," Trent sighed and faced his former teammates. "I'm really sorry about my actions, guys. I'll see you later." With nothing left to say, he turned and walked down the red carpet.
The scene cut to the end of the red carpet where Trent entered the limo, Chris and Chef approaching him. "3:10 to Wildtown!" Chris announced as he closed the door, the limo driving off afterward. "Trent is now aboard!"
The scene zoomed out to show Chris and Sky in the control room watching the footage through one of the screens. "Did you call me in here just to let me know that Trent is gone?" Sky asked.
"Yes. Yes we did," Chris admitted shamelessly.
"I am going to miss him deeply," Sky sighed and left the room.
"My work here is done," Chris said and looked at the camera. "See all you groovy cats next time on Total! Drama! Action!"
(Roll the Credits)
(Bonus Clip)
"So it really stinks that I've gotta go," Trent confessed to the camera inside the limo. "I thought this season, I'd go all the way with Sky as a couple. You know that sweet spot in the sofa? The one you spend years carving? That's how Sky feels to me. The Grips made the right choice voting for me after the fiasco I put myself into. I'll definitely need some time to heal."
Eva - 14th
Geoff - 14th
Izzy - 12th
Trent - 11th
Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Brick, Jasmine, Justin, Millie
Screaming Gaffers: Chase, MK, Ripper, Scott, Sky
Author's Note: I'm of the few who actually prefers Action Trent to Island Trent but hopefully he was a lot more bearable for you guys. Now that he's gone, Sky's all alone but still in a relationship with Trent. I wonder how that'll go for her.