Total Mingled Action

by Cody Fanatic

(Sequel to Total Mingled Island)- After competing in Total Drama Island for one hundred thousand dollars, fourteen of the past competitors return to compete for one million dollars on an abandoned movie lot. Who will prevail and will the struggles of newfound fame affect the contestants? Find out on Total! Mingled! Action!

3. Riot On Set

Goodguygary: It's a start.

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Boys: Brick, Chase, Justin, Ripper, Scott, Trent

Girls: Anne Maria, Izzy, Jasmine, Millie, MK, Sky

Episode 3: Riot On Set

"Last time, on Total Drama Action! Fourteen teenagers. One spooky film lot. And a whole bunch of alien eggs."

"In a world where an army chef wore an alien costume, only the strong could survive."

"Finally, two lovers shared a heroic victory. But now, they'll be forced to endure a tragic separation."

"And so it was that a pair of former winners were the subject of a vote-off for the ages. But not before leaving with their own heads held up high!"

"This week, we're gonna bring the pain! Well, if I have anything to say about it." The footage cut to Chris standing between the numbered studios. "And I do, by the way! So brace yourselves, for some deliciously painful Total! Drama! Action!"

(Theme Song)

The episode opened up with a shot of the cast trailers at night, the moon visible just at the edge of the screen. The camera zoomed in on the girls' trailer and cut inside, showing Izzy moving around on a set to herself. It panned over to MK and Anne Maria on the other side of the trailer, and further to Sky and Millie. A flash took the camera briefly to Jasmine, still dressed in her usual clothes, sleeping in a tree with one of her legs tied to the branch.

Another quick flash showed the four sets of bunks inside of the guys' trailer. Scott slept on his own set in the front-right, with Chase and Brick on the bunks further back; on the opposite wall was Trent by himself, then Justin and Ripper. The camera focused on Justin as he slept bare chested with his head on his arms and cucumbers in his eyes.

The sudden sounding of an airhorn caused him to bolt awake, leading to the cucumbers flying off. The camera cut to the instrument in question as Chris shut off the horn and winked.

"ALL CREW ON SET!" the host yelled through the combination megaphone-airhorn. "CALL TIME IS, 4 A.M.!" He kissed the device and smiled. "I love this thing!"

Confessional: Millie

"I thought Chris wasn't talking to us and was instead talking to his actual crew," Millie told the confessional camera in an annoyed tone. "I should be used to Chris interrupting our sleep at this point, but studies have shown that without our daily hours of rest, we could wind up becoming like zombies."

Confessional Ends

The door to the guys' trailer opened and Justin walked out in a slump, dark circles under his eyes. Trent and Ripper followed in a similar state.

"My greatest dream just had to be interrupted," Scott muttered as he stepped out into the darkness, Chase and Brick following after. All six boys had changed into their usual clothes.

The camera panned to the right, showing Sky, Millie, and Anne Maria trudging away from the girls cabin before zooming in on the doorway. "These wake up calls are starting to bug the snot out of me," MK said as she stepped outside while Jasmine walked past her from the tree. "I usually sleep for two or more hours than this!" She went to join the rest of the group, and Izzy exited the trailer with two overexcited leaps.

The footage skipped ahead several hours so that the sun was already well risen, and a small pink bird flitted and chirped across the sky. The shot panned down to the cast trailers, the twelve castmates already assembled and divided by gender.

"You're on a film set now," Chris said as he walked past them, "and you're gonna learn that showbiz is not all red carpets and pool parties," he told them, getting up close to Ripper's face, who shared a look with Justin as the host whipped back around. "Today you're gonna get schooled on how tough on-set production life can be!"

He walked past Jasmine and MK, and the Outback girl sighed. "You don't have to badger me twice. I once had a job working at a petting zoo. I was tasked with the morning shift, and I had to make sure that the animals didn't escape from their cages. Believe me, waking up at five in the morn just to chase down a runaway cheetah or kangaroo is no easy feat!"

"Well," Chris said, "speaking of watching over others, it's time for Trent and Sky to pick their teams, and then try to stick it to each other!"

The camera panned over to Sky and Trent, who had been standing near the middle of the group.

"We're not gonna get all competitive and nasty, are we?" Trent asked his girlfriend in concern.

"Absolutely not," Sky confirmed. "I hate bad sportsmanship."

The footage flashed forward to show the twelve castmates in two facing lines near the trailers – Trent, Millie, MK, Anne Maria, Izzy, and Jasmine on one side; Sky, Brick, Ripper, Justin, Chase, and Scott on the other.

"Okay," Chris said between them, "let's get this bloodbath started! We're gonna choose schoolyard style: boy, girl, boy, girl. Ladies first. Since we have no ladies here, Sky."

The camera focused on the athlete. "Uhh, I guess I'll pick Chase first."

Trent gasped at the decision as Chase smiled about being picked first.

Confessional: Trent

"I can't believe she just went ahead and chose Chase!" Trent began to say in the confessional. "I mean, they're kind of alike. And now she wants to be on the same team? What am I supposed to make of that? You think you know a person!"

Confessional Ends

Chase was shown walking over to stand by Sky and high-fived her, and the focus switched to Trent still feeling upset. "I'm going to choose Millie!" he pointed at the author.

"Thank you!" Millie cheered and went over to her team leader.

Confessional: Millie

"I like that I was the first pick for a team," Millie explained. "I am aware that I'll be separated from Chase and I won't get to talk to him as much as I usually do, but we can make it work."

Confessional Ends

"Even though I don't know her that well...," Sky said slowly, "she does have a huge brain power. MK!" she pointed at the short girl, who walked over with a smirk.

"I know you made the right choice choosing me early!" MK said pridefully.

The focus moved back to Trent focusing on which boy he'd have to choose from. "So who are you choosing next?" Millie whispered. "Not that I'm badgering you to make a decision in a flash."

"No need to worry about it," Trent said simply. "I choose Brick." At the decision, the cadet headed over to his new team.

Sky shrugged and said "Ripper." The bully smiled and walked over to stand next to Sky.

"Jasmine," Trent announced, and the Australian girl smiled at the decision.

Sky was about to make her next decision when Ripper tapped her on the shoulder. "Pick Izzy next! Do it!" he begged.

"Ok ok," Sky whispered back. "I'll go with Izzy!"

"It's E-Scope now!" Izzy corrected, but made her way over to Sky.

Confessional: Izzy

"I was expecting to be picked last, but fourth to last is an improvement," Izzy confessed. "These people still have to remember not to call me Izzy anymore!"

Confessional Ends

Trent was now skeptically looking over at the last two boys; Justin and Scott. The former was staring at his reflection in his mirror and the latter had his finger in his belly button before pulling out a ball of black lint.

Confessional: Trent

"How do you choose between someone you don't know and someone you don't like?" Trent asked in the make-up trailer. "Dude, I don't know. I had to pick someone."

Confessional Ends

"I choose Justin!" Trent finally came to a decision.

"Excellent choice, man!" Justin complimented and high-fived Trent.

"Are you kidding me?!" Scott huffed in annoyance. "Do my strategic skills, whittling skills, and good looks mean nothing to you?"

"Since I have no other options left," Sky interrupted with an annoyed frown, "Scott is on my team."

"I mean, with no more guys left, you'd have to choose me," Scott muttered and stood by the team.

"Um, I guess Anne Maria is on my team then," Trent said.

"It's about time!" Anne Maria grumbled and strolled over to the team. "I could've been filing my nails if I had known beforehand that I was going to be picked last."

"Sky," Chris announced moments later in front of the gymnast, Chase, MK, Ripper, Izzy, and Scott, "I christen your team the Screaming Gaffers!" A short and soft yet still triumphant rock chord played in the background as a logo slid onto the top of the screen – a pale green lightbulb-and-crossbones against a lighter background.

"Trent," the host continued after quickly jogging over to the team of the musician, Millie, Brick, Jasmine, Justin, and Anne Maria, "you're the Killer Grips!"

Another rock chord played softly in the background as their team's logo slid onto the top of the screen – and orange-red fist raised as if in salute. "Grip?" Brick asked nervously. "I don't like the sound of that."

"It's not like being called a gaffer is as cool," Chase said from the other side of the area.

A sudden crash from off-screen was accompanied by a series of dramatic notes in the background music, startling the Screaming Gaffers. The shot cut to a pair of men, one fat and black and the other white and of average size, standing on a set with some production equipment. A light lay broken on the ground in front of them, and a television on a cart rested nearby.

"I'm sick and tired of getting no respect around here!" the white man declared in a gruff and angry voice, walking off before his black companion shoved the television off its stand and left as well.

"Okay," Chris said quickly, checking his wristwatch, "since we're running late now and don't seem to have any more," his expression became uncertain as he tried to recall the words he wanted, "uhmm...whatever those...two...crew...dudes...did? We better get going!" He smiled and walked over to two sets of film equipment, including lights, cameras, a cart of props, and a small trailer.

"Your challenge?" he said as the team logos appeared at the top of the screen, Grips on the left and Gaffers on the right. "For each team to set up a film set!"

"Not a difficult task," Jasmine said. "We'll be done by seven."

"Oh, will you?" Chris asked with a devious look. "As Location Manager, I want your sets to go...," he cast sneaky looks around the area before finally pointing upwards. "There!" A dramatic beat was played as the camera zoomed out to a long-distance shot of the giant fake hill set, a winding path leading all the way up to the top.

"You must really love making things difficult for us?" MK asked in a deadpan tone.

"Yes. Yes I do," Chris replied, "Chef!" he said into a walkie-talkie he suddenly pulled out of his pants pocket. "All cleared for traffic up there?"

Mid-way through the host's question, the scene moved up to Chef Hatchet standing at the top of the hill. The large man looked away from his own walkie-talkie to scope out the scene, and quickly shrugged at the camera.

The camera quick-panned back down to the base of the hill as the background music began to build. "Lights!" Chris called through his megaphone, Trent frantically dashing towards their equipment. "Camera! Action!" The guitarist picked up a light and turned for the hill, while behind him the other contestants picked something up.

The scene skipped ahead to the challenge. Izzy and MK pushed a cart up the path as Scott trailed behind with a stage light. On another part of the slope, Justin and Jasmine carried stage lights.

Trent and Sky carried up a stage light and camera respectively. Sky then lost her balance and almost fell, but Chase rushed in and helped her stand still.

Trent stopped running when he saw this happening. "What are you doing with him?" he asked with jealousy.

"We're on the same team," Sky reminded her boyfriend.

Trent turned and was about to take a step forward when he suddenly tripped on a cord and fell on the ground. Chase and Sky got worried and were about to help him up until Millie came over and did the deed for them.

"And we're on the same team," Trent told the duo after he was assisted to his feet, and he and Millie went up the hill.

Sky and Chase then saw Scott pull a cart up and lose his grip when he bumped into Chase, sending it back down the slope. "All this pulling is starting to be pointless," the redhead complained. "Why can't we just pass the equipment up in a relay style? It'll save us a lot of energy."

"That's a good suggestion, Scott," Sky said gratefully. "But since we've already stuck to pulling the equipment up, it's too late to implement that."

Scott watched Chase and Sky continue up the mountain. "If another cart goes rolling down, I'm blaming this on you!" he declared before running back down.

The camera cut to the top of the slope, and most of the equipment on it. "It's neck and neck, people," Chris announced as Izzy placed her stage light down. "And now for the heavy stuff!"

The shot focused on the trailers as Izzy rejoined her team. "How the heck are we gonna get those trailers all the way up the hill?" she asked.

"I think I know what to do here," MK started.

Confessional: MK

"If I want to be seen as the valuable brain of the team, then I have to actually tap into my potential like my teachers usually suggest me to do," MK muttered.

Confessional Ends

"Since we're a team of six," MK said, "I say three of us push and the rest can pull. It'll be slow, but it may work."

"Aren't the trailers heavier than all of us combined?" Ripper asked.

"They are, but since they're empty," Chase responded, "I say we go for it."

The footage skipped ahead to show the Gaffers getting their trailer up the slope. Chase, Izzy, and MK pushed and Ripper, Scott, and Sky pulled.

"Hey Grips!" Scott mocked the other team. "Watch us snag the victory from you because of our superior muscle power!"

The camera focused on the Grips, especially the unimpressed look of Justin. "Wow," Justin commented. "Not cool."

"Don't worry," Jasmine spoke up. "We are going to take that team down!"

"I know how we can catch up to them!" Millie proposed. "Brick! Pull that trailer up there! You're the strongest out of all of us!"

"I would like to, but what if I let go of the trailer and it rolls down the hill and potentially harms someone?" Brick asked. "I don't want that on my record."

"The Screaming Gaffers are making progress," Chris announced as the camera flashed to them moving the trailer, "but there's still time for the Grips to get moving." The camera flashed to Chris at the base of the mountain. "Will Brick step up to the plate and save the day?"

"I refuse to do so!" Brick yelled from off-screen.

"Find out after the break to see if Brick rises to the call of duty!" Chris gave a mock salute.

Brick popped up in front of the camera with an irritated expression. "I'm not doing it."

(Commercial Break)

The scene faded back in to a long-distance shot of the hill, the Gaffers strumming up with their trailer.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Action," Chris said, lounging in a chair on top of the hill with sunglasses over his eyes and a drink-filled coconut in his hand. "We're in the middle of some pretty wild action right now!" he added, lifting his shades and leaning forward.

The camera cut to the Gaffers slowly moving up the mountain. "How much longer do we have to drag this thing?" Izzy asked.

"Try not to think about it," Sky answered. "It'll make the trip seem longer to you."

"There's still time for Brick to step up and be the hero for the Killer Grips," Chris announced as the camera panned down to the Grips.

"We'll help you pull up the trailer if it makes you feel better," Trent said to the cadet.

"No means no," Brick sternly told them. "I won't repeat myself."

The camera cut back to the Gaffers as they reached the top of the slope. They stopped and cheered and the camera showed the Grips frowning at a dejected Brick before cutting back to Ripper. "We beat those chumps!" he cheered.

"Weeelllll...," Chris interrupted slowly with a sly grin on his face, "nnnoooottt exactly..."

"What?" Ripper grunted.

"That was only the first part of the challenge!" Chris explained. "Did I neglect to mention that?" The Gaffers slouched forward in depression.

"It's time to make a movie!" Chris announced over a shot of the artificial hill growing closer. The scene cut to the top, where the host himself stood in front of the Screaming Gaffers and a fully-constructed set of what looked like an elderly person's living room – pictures hung on each of its two walls, a grandfather clock stood on the left side, and a lavender sofa was sitting in front of a yellow-curtained window in the back. "And what we have here," Chris continued, "is the set for a tear jerker. Starring an elderly lady considering her long life!"

"How interesting," Sky muttered to herself sarcastically.

"I hate that we don't have a trailer," Millie said in front of a red-curtained window.

"We won't have any vanity lighting without one," Anne Maria told her and faced Brick. "Thanks, Brick."

The shot changed to show Chris' back as he faced the Killer Grips, who were on a set of their own – with a desk set in front of the window and armchair and a maroon couch on the right hand wall, the fake room had a darker and more masculine feel to it. "You'll be making a feature about a thug," the host told them, "who tries to go straight, but can't resist the lure of the street."

"That's as interesting as watching grapes turn into raisins," Jasmine said dryly.

"Will we have a lunch break soon?" Justin asked. "One of my agents, Jesús, works in a film set, and he follows union rules, which include mandatory meal breaks."

"Oh yeah?" Chris asked. "Who here is in the union?" He raised his hand happily, and none of the castmates did. "Yeah, I thought so."

Confessional: Justin

"I'm pretty sure my agent is the lucky one here given that he's not being supervised by an egocentric host," Justin deadpanned.

Confessional Ends

"And now, it's time to choose an actor to perform a scene," Chris said as the footage cut back, showing the host and Chef standing in between the two sets. "Chef!" the host said with a grin as he turned to his assistant, who held a pair of large manilla envelopes in his hands. "Give the teams their scenes!"

The hulking man shoved one of the envelopes into Sky's arms, and she opened it with an uncertain look. "So it looks like we need an old lady for this," she said, pulling a sheet of paper halfway out and reading it.

"Oh, please!" Izzy cried out as she ran up to Sky. "Let me do it! It's gotta be me! I've got an old soul! I'm like 87-years-old in the inside 'cause I've been reincarnated, like, a whole bunch of times!" Chase and Ripper shot each other concerned looks as she was speaking. "Actually, I'm the reincarnation of my very own Granny Mavis!" She then leaned in closer to Sky and began to speak in a Scottish accent. "'Aye there, laddie! Ya spelled a wey bit'a haggis on yer kilt, and I can tell ya of the Lochs a risin' up to the claw!'" Izzy exhaled and bowed.

"Okay, fine!" the team shouted in annoyance.

"Our character's name is 'Big Lucky Parmigiano'," Trent read from his team's papers, Jasmine, Millie, and Anne Maria standing nearby.

"That sounds like a tough guy," Millie said before the camera panned over to Justin staring at his reflection in his mirror.

"Is something the matter?" the hot boy asked in confusion.

"You have to play the gangster," Trent told him.

"And why should I be the one?" Justin asked.

"Trent's too sensitive to be the tough gangster," Jasmine explained.

"Don't expect Brick to be a tough guy!" Chef called out as he stood near the set. "That's for sure."

"My drill sergeants are nicer than you in comparison," Brick sniffed.

"All of us are ruled out," Trent told Justin. "You just have to shine your way through!" Justin grabbed the envelope from him after thinking deeply.

"Alright," Chris announced through his megaphone, "set up the shot! Whoever can get Chef," he explained as the man in question walked over to a pair of director's chairs stationed in front of a video monitor as a military drumline played in the background, "mister ex-Army Corporal, to show any emotion wins the challenge."

Chef sat down in one of the chairs and put a pair of headphones on, then crossed his arms. As soon as the host stopped talking, he leaned in close to the camera that was on him, baring his tightly-clenched teeth and growling angrily.

The footage skipped ahead, showing Scott adjusting one of the stage lights on top of the set. The camera panned down and to the right, briefly catching a glimpse of Ripper holding a boom mic before the shot stabilized on Chase and Izzy, the former applying makeup to the girl as she held her script and hunched over.

"Okay, your makeup is done," Chase said as he tapped Izzy's face with powder. "And now I have to make you feel like an old lady."

"I feel like eighty-years have already passed since they started to adjust the lighting!" Izzy stated.

"Do not move, redhead!" Scott cried from the top of the set.

"Oh, don't worry," Izzy responded. "I can't. My legs are totally asleep!"

"Could I get that again?" MK called out from behind the soundboard. "I can't hear you!"

Izzy glared at her teammate for a moment before yanking the boom mic from out of Ripper's hands. "MY LEGS ARE ASLEEP!" she screamed into the mic at the top of her lungs. MK screamed as the louder volume sent her flying back onto the ground.

The scene flashed over to the Grips, Justin reading over his lines while Millie fiddled with a cord running across the stage nearby with Anne Maria watching and Jasmine was holding a stage light above.

"I gotta say," Justin said, "these lines do not fit the description of tough and ruthless."

"Just say what's written on the paper!" Anne Maria huffed.

"We all have to do our part," Millie added.

"Just stand there and look pretty like you usually do, eye candy," Anne Maria continued.

"Do you honestly expect them to believe that what I'm gonna say would make for a gangster?" Justin argued back.

Chris was shown giggling from behind the stage. "Friction between the crew and talent," he said sneakily. "I love it! It's like a real film set."

"Chris isn't going to correct our script," Millie told him, setting the cord down and standing up to look at him. "Just do the best that you can with what you're given."

"I can't believe they settled that so fast," Chris noted to the camera. "Sometimes, this business really stinks."

"I know my room isn't the cleanest," Scott stated as he examined his team's set in the back, "but this is a mess. I mean, the wires for the lights-" He stopped when his foot got caught on some wiring. It wrapped around his ankle and tightened every time he tried to move, and it resulted in the stage light the wire was attached to to drop and pulled the wiring upward. Scott got dragged off his feet and hanged upside down. "Chase, I know you did this as a prank! Get me down now!"

MK came over with a pole in her hand. "I'll help you down if it means you'll shut up," she said before using the pole to push up the stage light and free Scott.

The boy crashed onto the ground with a grunt, and then he got back to his feet. "Thank you," Scott grumbled halfheartedly.

"Eh, no sweat," MK shrugged and walked off.

Confessional: MK

"No, I didn't forget about us looking for the case together back on the island," MK reminded the audience. "I don't see me and Scott dating anytime soon, but teaming up to take over the game would be preferable."

Confessional: Scott

"As annoying as MK can be, she's the most worthy person to be in an alliance with," Scott confessed, "and with my low popularity among the others, I'll need her help."

Confessionals End

The scene cut to a box of tape in between Chase and Izzy, and they were each of different colors.

"We have seven colors of tape. Which one do you want to use?" Chase asked his teammate, whose legs started to wobble from standing still for a long time.

"Uh, are you hanging in there?" Ripper wondered after coming over to check on Izzy.

"My legs are starting to tingle!" Izzy complained as her entire body started to shake. "I don't think I can hold much..." She lost all feeling in her body and collapsed onto the floor. "Longer."

"Really?!" Scott cried from his position. "We had the lighting just right!"

"Get back to first positions!" Sky called as she walked through the set.

"Ugh, it's been decades!" Izzy yelled in distress. "Can we just get the ball rolling on my eventual Best Actress nomination?"

"And now," Chris cheerfully announced through his megaphone, "time for the final hair and make-up!" The shot switched from the six Gaffers on their stage to the six Grips.

The camera zoomed in on Justin as Brick walked up to him with a large purple flower-print make-up bag in his hand. "This light is unappealing," he said as he took out a make-up brush and started dusting Justin's face. "I can't work without a proper trailer and lighting, but I'll do the best I can." He observed Justin's face after he dusted. "Now you have to lift your chin up so I can powder it."

"That's enough!" Chef shouted. He grabbed Brick by the shoulder, and threw him into a director's chair.

"Sir, what was that?" Brick asked. "All actors require a good dose of make-up and-"

"We've got to toughen you up, you big old marshmallow!" Chef said, poking the younger man in the chest for emphasis.

Confessional: Chef Hatchet

"I've got to admit," Chef confessed, "I see a bit of myself in Brick. But I had to develop the macho in myself without somebody like me helping! This is gonna be fun!"

Confessional Ends

"Here's the deal," Chef stated, pacing about slowly in front of the teen. "I'll help you man up and win this thing. You don't ask any stupid questions and you split the prize with me." He leaned in closer towards Brick's face. "Like they say, it's an offer you can't refuse. I won't let you," he finished with a deadly scowl, much to Brick's discomfort.

Chase was shown tying the straps of a maroon bonnet into a bow under Izzy's chin while Scott watched. The girl's hair had been colored white and hidden into the bonnet, and she had on a long skirt of a similar color.

"Not too shabby," Chase told her.

"'Aye, lassie!'" Izzy responded, speaking in her Scottish accent. "'That's ona'count a me bein' a master thespian!"

"Just don't speak in that Scottish accent. It's too out of date," Sky noted after arriving on the set.

Over on the Grips, Justin had put on a dark brown suit coat to match the fedora he'd chosen, and after flashing a smile into his hand mirror and stowing it away, he caught the lime green paintball gun prop thrown to him.

A drumroll started as the shot cut to Chris, who held a film slate above his head and slowly opened the stick. "And thaaatt's...action!" The camera cut to a close-up of the slate just as the drumroll ended and the stick was clapped.

The footage switched to letterbox format and a noir-style tune started to play as the Grip's scene began. "When I was young schoolgirl in Poland," Justin began in a gruff voice, "frolicking through the fields with my pet goat in the summer sun," as the actor continued, the shot cut to Chef and Chris as they watched the monitor and listened with looks of shock and disbelief on their faces, "those," Justin sighed as the two watching him shared a glance and the camera showed the grainy monitor feed, "were my happiest days."

"Did you check the envelopes before you labeled them?" Chris asked with a sly look.

"I thought you checked 'em!" Chef answered, a briefly troubled expression fading as the host began to snicker, and the cook joined in.

A touching tune began as the Gaffers' scene began to play on the monitor feed. "Now you listen and you listen good!" Izzy said in an elderly tone as she hobbled across the set assisted by a cane; the footage promptly switched back to letterbox format for the remainder of her scene. "If your fighter doesn't go down in the first round, you'll be sleeping with the fishes!" She brandished her cane menacingly as she spoke, but started to fumble her lines. "And, uh... that's tough to do because... you know, they have no eyelids and it's hard to sleep." She then paused and looked over at the camera, breaking character completely. "Hey, I-I can flip my eyelids! Hey, anyone wanna see me flip them?"

The shot cut to Chef widening his eyes in confusion before moving to MK and Sky watching from the Gaffers' soundboard. "E-Scope is nuts, but I won't lie when I say she's committed!" the team's leader said and MK nodded.

The viewpoint moved over Chef's shoulder as he watched the next part of the Grips' scene on the monitor, the footage switching back to letterbox format as the young man began to speak again. "I've lived a good, long life," Justin said mournfully, closing his eyes as he set the prop gun down on the desk. "I've loved, I've laughed," he paused to sigh and put his hands on the desk, hanging his head sadly, "but what I miss most of all...is my sweet little goat. Shopa!" he cried, raising his head dramatically towards the sky as touching music swelled up in the background. "Ohhh, baaa, baaa!" Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he mourned the lost goat.

"Baa, baa!" Chef echoed, struggling to contain his tears before he broke out crying. Millie and Jasmine were shown wiping away their own tears with the aid of a box of tissues, and Chef walked over to join them, even blowing his nose.

"C-c-cut!" Chris declared, trying to hide his own emotion from the camera. "Okay! Enough! It's too much for Chef to take! Justin clearly wins for best performance!"

Triumphant music opened up in the background as the shot cut back to the attractive teen smiling broadly. "The Killer Grips win it!"

"Ay, ay, oh, oh!" Izzy complained in her gangster accent as she threw her gun down. "I was robbed! Yeah, I'll see you in the morgue, capiche?!"

"Can you knock off your imitations already?!" Ripper groaned, causing the redhead to pay attention to him. "It's getting really old!"

"Did you not want me to get tougher?" Brick asked with a light chuckle to a still-crying Chef.

"Tough guys cry!" Chef countered, grabbing the younger man by the neck of his shirt. "And did you notice how your team just won? Who was the judge, Brick?" he growled in a low voice. "Who?"

The camera focused on Brick as he cringed in fear and new-found panic.

The footage skipped forward, and the camera flew in towards the cast trailers. Scott was leaning against his trailer until he saw MK walking over to him. "What do you want?" he asked.

"I'm here to talk to you about the vote," MK replied.

"I know I'm going to get the majority tonight," Scott said. "No need to remind me."

"That's going to happen if you don't let me finish, Scott," MK shot back.

"Go on," Scott sighed.

"Like you said, you could get voted off for your past stunts, but I can sway the votes away from you and onto another person with my skills of convincing," MK bragged.

"How will you even do that, MK?" Scott asked.

"It's clear you didn't sabotage us or mess up today, so voting you off because of the past will fall flat," MK noted and started to smirk. "And luckily, there's someone else who's to blame for us losing today."

Scott smirked as well. "I can already tell who's getting the boot if your plan works."

Confessional: Scott

"So I analyzed my strategy last season," Scott explained in the make-up trailer, "and I realized that it was super risky and dumb. Imagine if my team lost because of me throwing the challenge and I got the boot despite my best efforts? That's definitely going away with me and MK teamed up now."

Confessional: MK

"Me and Scott are in an alliance now, but that's not going to be enough to secure my win this season," MK said and whipped out a phone. "My season one strategy of recording confessionals went to waste since I got eliminated early there, but I want to make use of what people are saying. That way, I could potentially cause drama between the contestants and get any targets off my back."

Confessionals End

The scene faded into the same sequence used to introduce the Gilded Chris Ceremony during the previous episode – the shot of the amphitheater, the stream of scenes featuring the host himself, and the gleaming golden statue flanked by fireworks, all set to that dramatic award show theme.

A jazzier tune began once the footage flashed to the ceremony itself, Chris waving to the camera as he approached the podium. The six members of the Screaming Gaffers were shown watching with unimpressed looks – Ripper, Chase and MK in a higher row; Sky, Izzy, and Scott in a lower one – and Chef Hatchet was shown doing a drumroll ending in a motion towards the host.

"And now it's time to cast your votes and determine who will stroll down the Walk of Shame!" Chris announced to the castmates before showing the limousine idling at the end of the red carpet. The Gaffers gasped, and a dramatic beat began the usual musical accompaniment used during an elimination. "Under your seats you'll find voting devices," he said as Sky reached down and picked hers up. "Just press the button of the person you want voted off!" The screen of the voting device was shown, the face of each remaining contestant scrolling past long with a button next to each.

"It's easy," Chris told them, "sooo, cast your votes! Who will it be?" he asked over a shot of Ripper looking nervous. "Who will be cast off the set?" The footage flashed through shots of the Gaffers – Izzy, then MK, then Ripper, then Chase, then Scott – as they considered who to vote for. Chef began another drumroll as the votes were cast, and a stream of electronic boops and beeps were heard as the camera panned over to a large old-fashioned computer sitting on the stage just past the cook-turned-drummer.

Chef looked at the computer at the end of his drumroll, and it began to slowly print something out. "And it looks like all the votes have been cast," Chris announced from off-screen before the camera switched to his close-up. "Chef?" The sound of paper being torn was heard in the background, and Chef handed the print-off.

"Remember," the host told the castmates, "if you get a Gilded Chris, you get to stay because, rather suitably, the Gilded Chris represents the luster of fame, and, immortal greatness!" As he spoke, a trapdoor opened on the stage next to him, and five golden awards rose up on a marble pedestal from below. Chris chuckled, and the camera focused on the anxious Gaffers as he announced the results.

"Aaand Gilded Chris's go to...Sky!" With a smile, he tossed an award to Sky, and she caught her reward happily.

"Ripper and MK!" Chris added. The latter caught hers with a smug smile, and the former caught his cockily.

The camera switched back over to Chris. "And now, only three nominees left," he said as the view changed to a split-screen with Izzy on the right, Chase in the middle, and Scott on the left. A tense and high-pitched tune began to play as the bottom three's eyes widened.

"And, the loser is...Izzy!" Both Scott and Chase looked towards the wild girl just before their parts of the split-screen slid away and Izzy was left gaping. "Time to go!" Chris announced.

"I'm not going anywhere," Izzy objected. "That's not my name."

Chris looked over at Chef. "Girl likes to be called Kaleidoscope," the cook explained while Izzy stayed in her seat.

"Can I get a pen over here?" Chris raised his hand in annoyance. A pen was given to him, and he started to write on the paper. "It says "E-Scope" now, okay?!" This made Izzy finally stand up.

"And remember," Chris told her as she started to walk past the stage, "you can never come back, ev-er!" The host pressed an orange button next to his microphone, and two identical guards came over and grabbed Izzy by her arms.

"Take her to the Lame-o-sine!" Chris instructed as the guards dragged Izzy on her knees. The footage skipped ahead to the guards walking down the red carpet before throwing the eliminated contestant into the Lame-o-sine. After the door was closed, the guards walked off.

Izzy pops her head up from the ceiling. "This was just a dress rehearsal, my darlings!" she laughed and blew kisses as the limo started to drive away from the red carpet. "You'll see my star on the Walk of Fame. Mark my words. Mark them!" she ended her speech intensely while the back of the Lame-o-sine was shown.

(Roll the Credits)

(Bonus Clip)

"Whoo, I feel so alive!" Izzy bellowed out as she sat down, revealing that her hair had been blown back from the wind. "I'm the Izzy E-Scope. I can kick backsides on reality programs! I can tie my ankles together and do backflips down an up escalator! Wanna see?" She stood up towards the camera, which moved up and down to signal approval. "Well then, we'll have to go someplace with an up escalator, won't we?" Izzy sat back down in a relaxed position. "Yeah. When Hollywood starts calling, E-Scope will have a lot of things on the special skill portion of her resume." She dropped to the ground. "I just made myself invisible! Can we stop for banana splits and milkshakes and cheese?" she asked the camera and bounced to her seat. "Oh oh oh oh, and let's go someplace with an up escalator. You know what I mean? Whoo!"

Eva - 14th

Geoff - 14th

Izzy - 12th

Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Brick, Jasmine, Justin, Millie, Trent

Screaming Gaffers: Chase, MK, Ripper, Scott, Sky

Author's Note: Did you really think Scott would leave? I still need him around for some plans I have for him and MK so Izzy had to bite the dust. Will she return like in canon? I won't tell you. You'll have to read to find out.