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!

11. Full Metal Drama

Dunsparce519 (ep. 9): Unlike DJ, Brick had a love interest that would be disappointed with him. Watch out for the next episodes.

Dunsparce519: Originally, Ripper was going to be the one to get injured, but we swapped him with Scott in order for him to have his moment saving the Gaffers. Will Justin fail or will he succeed?

acosta perez jose ramiro: Keep up the comments.

WarriorTwin (ep. 9): Semper Fi!

Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Jasmine, Justin, Millie

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

Episode 11: Full Metal Drama

"Last week, on Total Drama Action. Our competitors took it on the chin as they faced an all-you-can-eat buffet of deadly natural disasters."

"But, it was Scott's own feet that tripped him up. His newly-broken bone took him out of the challenge, and cost him the use of an arm. A rough life for the dirt farmer, but his teammates had it even rougher."

"We threw the competitors into a submarine simulator and forced them to find their way out, and thanks to a certain bully using his brain rather than his brawn, both teams were able to live for another day."

"Sound tough? Get used to it!" The scene moved to a close-up of Chris standing in front of a building. "Because this week, it's all-out war!" The camera zoomed out, revealing a tropical war zone set, complete with sandbags, a bunker, a guard tower, and even a bomb lying on the ground. He pointed to a chart that had been set up next to him with drawings of tanks, fighter jets, and a dotted trail leading to an 'X'. "It's a desperate battle for survival, on Total! Drama! Action!"

(Theme Song)

The episode opened with a shot of the communal bathroom before the scene cut inside it.

MK and Scott were currently inside eating chips and drinking soda respectively in front of the sinks. "So how are you handling this broken arm situation?" MK asked her teammate.

"Horribly," Scott grunted. "I use my right arm for everything, and with that broken, how am I supposed to whittle or scratch my armpits?"

MK winced at the last part. "Too much information."

"It's bad enough that I have to wear this bandana until my brand is off completely," Scott pointed at the orange cloth. "Having my arm in a sling will screw things up for us."

"Tell me about it," MK snorted. "And don't be a bummer. You're getting compensated for your injury."

"I was getting to that, MK," Scott said. "Because I threatened to sue them, I've been treated much better, especially by Chef who has to work extra as punishment for his secret alliance. I got my own bathroom to shower in, I got to eat actual quality food, and yesterday, they even told me that me and my family will receive a hundred thousand bucks just to make sure we won't take action."

This information led to MK gaping. "Are you serious?"

"As serious as a barn burning down," Scott nodded. "With this amount of money, we can finally get our farm reconstructed."

"You can stop now before I get jealous, Scott," MK told him.

"Yeah yeah," Scott shook off. "So anyway, we have to talk about who we're gonna vote off next, and that would have to be Izzy."

"Izzy? Why her?" MK raised an eyebrow.

"She just rejoined the game a couple of days ago, and we already have a history in season one," Scott reasoned. "If we're not careful, she can convince Ripper and Chase to vote me out."

"That is a reasonable explanation," MK agreed. "But maybe we could get Chase on our side for the vote. Ripper likes Izzy, so he's not an option."

"As long as we have more votes, Izzy will be taken down," Scott smirked.

"Absolutely," MK smiled back.

Confessional: MK

"...not!" MK said in the make-up trailer. "Me and Scott may be in an alliance, but in this game, we'd usually have to backstab each other to get what we want. If we lose, I'm obviously telling the team to gun for him. After the elimination ceremony, I'll have to make sure that I'm not gunned for, and I know just how to do that."

Confessional Ends

The footage skipped forward, showing the contestants walking warily as Chris passed them in an army helmet and sunglasses. "Today, we're all about war movies," he told them, the shot zooming out to show Chef glaring nearby in his drill instructor's uniform.

"So, look lively you...," Chris began to say.

"Buckets of horse doo-doo!" Chef finished with a growl into their faces.

"So, get ready for the first death-defying challenge, you...," Chris began again.

"Disgustin' slimy crustaceans!" Chef finished once more.

"Move it, privates!" Chris ordered. "Fall in!"

"Sir yes sir!' the cast said as one.

Confessional: Izzy

"I have all the skills required to be a marine," Izzy said enthusiastically in the make-up confessional. "I am stealthy, tough, and loud enough, and I can handle a weapon, but I do value my freedom."

Confessional Ends

The camera cut to Ripper and MK as the Grips walked off. "I cannot wait to go to war," the techno girl said. "I've played my fair share of Battlefront, and my squad has won a lot of online multiplayer gaming titles. Most of the time, we don't even use teamwork."

"I hate to break it to you, but we're not in your little tech world," Ripper said in an annoyed tone as the rest of the team joined in. "Just leave all the marine stuff to me today."

"Let you do all the work and take all the credit?" MK glared. "Not happening, Buster."

"Now wait a second-" Ripper began to glare back.

"Quit taking shots at each other!" Chase got in-between the two. "We can make a plan when we're at the challenge site, okay?"

"Seriously, I've seen my pigs fight over less," Scott huffed as MK and Ripper continued to glare at each other.

Confessional: Ripper

"I'm really at my wits end with that shortstack," Ripper complained. "Who does she think she is insulting and putting down the best looking guy on the show… me! Thankfully, MK won't be able to listen to me rant about her."

Confessional: MK

MK was watching Ripper's previous confessional on her phone, especially the part about him bragging about himself. "It's so silly how he thinks I can't listen to everything he says," she confessed after turning off her phone.

Confessionals End

The scene briefly flashed to the numbered studios with the sound of a plane engine in the background, the camera panning up to show the fake cliff before flashing to what looked like the inside of some kind of plane. The two teams were shown in a split screen with the Gaffers on top and the Grips on the bottom, all nine teens wearing blindfolds.

"Okay people," Chris said, "remove your blindfolds!" The contestants did as commanded, and the viewpoint shifted to show the teams sitting along opposite walls as the host walked in front of the camera. "When it comes to making a war movie," he said, the viewpoint moving again to show that he was standing next to a large trunk, "jumping out an airplane is the most dangerous stunt there is." He popped the trunk open, revealing several parachute packs within. "So naturally," he began to yell as he slid open a nearby door, the winds roaring inside the room, "it's our first challenge!"

MK and Scott gasped, as did Millie, and even Justin looked shocked.

"Chris really set the record for the shortest amount of time between the start of the challenge and our lives being endangered," Jasmine deadpanned over the roaring wind and engine.

"If we live, I'm going to file a complaint that's sure to get Chris replaced with a nicer and more considerate host," Millie shouted.

"Nice grit for an underdog," Jasmine grinned.

"Underdog?" Millie asked.

"Underdogs usually have a lot of fight and honor in them, and you've been tapping into it a lot," Jasmine complimented her friend. "Keep it up."

Millie felt flustered by her words. "I, uh, thank you."

Justin soon sat in-between the two of them. "Jasmine, Millie! I want to propose something, but don't get excited, it's not marriage!" he chuckled. "Uh, anywho, it's a long way from the airplane to the ground below!"

"Exactly three kilometers!" Millie confirmed.

"Wouldn't know. Math is for ugly people," Justin said. "Here's the deal! I need you two to jump before me in case I need a soft place to land, okay?!" The eye candy blinked his eyelashes only to receive blank stares from the girls. "Now, you girls know that I don't blink these eyelashes at just anybody!" He did the same thing again and got the same response. "Nothing?! When were your last eye exams?!"

"Drop zone approaching!" Chris announced after sticking his head out the open door. "Form a line, it's time to par-tay!"

The Gaffers were shown standing up as the host continued. "Stunt people undergo weeks of training before they parachute," he said as the Grips stood up as well, Jasmine walking forward hesitantly. "Luckily, we're gonna skip all that and get to the good part: Jumping!"

"That doesn't sound like a good idea!" Scott told the host.

"What's the worst that could happen?" Chris asked him.

"We die!" Anne Maria answered with annoyance and anger.

"I know!" Chris grinned. "Hilarious! Haha! Time to jump!"

"Well, there's no point standing here like statues," Izzy walked towards the trunk of parachutes with Scott.

"Hey McLean, can I skip out on the jump?" Scott asked. "My arm is broken!"

"Sorry Scott," Chris told him, "but you gotta jump too! Try not to land on your right arm, okay?" He then pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and turned his back on the now-enraged Scott.

"Someone's definitely going to increase the amount of money me and my family will get," Scott whispered bitterly.

"At least we get parachutes," Chase told the injured boy.

"Actually, change of plans!" Chris interrupted, closing his phone and stowing it back in his pocket. "I just spoke to our research department, there were no parachutes in World War I!"

"So what do we do for the challenge?" Ripper asked.

"Simple," Chris replied as he shoved the trunk of parachutes out the door with his foot.

The contestants gasped, though a fearless Izzy was the first one to jump out the plane shouting "Tell my pet rock I love her!"

None of the other contestants made a move, though, and Chris scowled. "Okay, you kids better start jumping or I will have Chef tilt the plane and force you out!"

"That's all the motivation I need!" Chase said quickly and dived out into the air with a fearful cry.

"Who's up next?" Chris asked the remaining castmates with a smile.

The scene cut outside the plane as the contestants jumped out one by one. First MK, then Ripper, then Scott to round out the Gaffers with a terrified shout each as they quickly disappeared into the clouds below the plane. Next was Jasmine looking determined, followed by a shrieking Millie. Justin gulped and took the plunge, and Anne Maria came out last with a holler, and the host briefly looked out and below with a surprised look on his face before the clouds filled the scene.

They dispersed moments later to reveal all nine contestants in a heap on top of a large mattress.

"Hooray! We're alive!" Scott groaned. The camera zoomed out, showing that they were in a movie set. The plane was a wingless fake hanging from the ceiling only a few yards above the mattress, and the high winds were caused by a pair of giant fans operated by Chef Hatchet. On the back wall, level with the plane's windows and door, was a sky-patterned background made to continuously scroll and give the illusion of movement within the plane.

Chef shut off the fans, and the castmates groaned and began to get back up. "Let's roll, soldiers," Chris told them, now back on the ground. "Because the second part of this challenge is gonna blow your minds!" He grinned as he spoke before leaning towards the teens. "And everything else within a fifty-foot radius!"

Confessional: Chase

"If I had know that we would land on a mattress, I would've just let Chef force us all out," Chase confessed.

Confessional Ends

The scene immediately flashed forward to a close-up of a green tarp being taken off a pile of grenades and bombs. "Are those," Jasmine asked as the camera pulled back to show her and the other Grips standing with Chris and the tarp-pulling Chef by a blast shield outside, "paint bombs?"

"We've divided the camp into two halves," Chris told them, the Grips watching with blank looks while the Gaffers were shown in a similar but mirrored position on the other side of the two men. "Most creative and controlled splatter wins."

"Alright gang," Jasmine clapped her hands in order to get her team's attention. "Here's how our explosion is going to go. We'll have to lay our explosives in a pattern in order to make sure that the paint coverage will be more noticeable than the Gaffers'."

"Excellent idea. I'll handle the explosives. I passed chemistry in my high school," Millie eagerly walked off.

"Wonderful," Jasmine smiled.

"I'll help as well," Anne Maria said after she stopped using hairspray on her pouf. "I could ward off the other team by sprayin' them in their eyes if they even think about spyin' on us."

"Not a big fan of harming our competition, but you do you," Jasmine said uncertainly.

"And I'll be letting my butt have its beauty rest!" Justin chuckled suavely while laying back on a nearby hammock tied between two trees.

This did not go unnoticed by Anne Maria and Jasmine, who both flipped Justin off the hammock and into the ground.

"You're gonna help us with this challenge and not get any special treatment," Jasmine scolded.

"Is it getting hot out here?" Justin took off his shirt and demonstrated his pecs. "Now if you'll notice, I don't sport a six-pack. I got twelve. That's a dozen smoking mandominals."

"Get workin', lazybones!" Anne Maria demanded and stomped off.

"This, this can't be right," Justin panicked. "Have I really lost my lady controlling mojo?" He turned to the tallest member of the team. "Say it ain't so!"

"No need spouting the obvious, Justin," Jasmine replied uncaringly.

"This challenge was designed for me!" Ripper told the Gaffers. "What do I not love more than exploding things?!"

"Being a numbskull, for instance," MK retorted. "I seem to remember you saying that you let people do all the work for you. And we're supposed to trust you on this?"

"Adding my two cents onto this, I would've done the same thing if I was Ripper," Scott added snidely.

"I'm sorry, MK, but I think we have to stick with Ripper on this one," Chase said with a hand on MK's shoulder.

"Why?" MK objected. "I actually worked hard to get an A in chemistry."

"Explosives Boy overrules Chemistry Girl," Scott shrugged.

"Okay, time's up!" Chris announced, the camera cutting to his close-up as he entered the scene. "Uh-oh, looks like you didn't even get started."

"Not so fast, Chris!" the voice of Izzy cried out, and everyone turned their heads to see her smiling with her foot on a bomb and multiple bombs plastered around her team's site.

"Whoa. Now that's what I call thorough," Chris narrated.

Chase hesitantly moved over to the curly haired girl. "Iz, what did you do?"

"Plant the explosives while you guys were at each other's throats," Izzy giddily said.

Confessional: Izzy

"When Chris mentioned explosives and bombs, that was a sign that my team is lucky to have me on their side," Izzy gloated. "I could blow up a hotel if I wanted to, but I refrain unless I'm extremely tempted."

Confessional Ends

Another cut took the scene to the Grips, standing behind the blast shield that was between them and a set that was very much like the Gaffers', except that it had been mirrored. There were no visible bombs around, and they were all wired into a plunger held by Chris.

"Grips, are we ready?" Chris asked, handing the plunger over to Millie.

"Likewise," the writer said with a confident smile. As she pushed the plunger down, part of Richard Wagner's 'Ride of the Valkyries' began to play in the background. One by one, explosions of green paint began to go off around the Grips' area – in the guard tower, behind the sandbags, near the bunker door, and several off the bunker's roof. The music ended as one final explosion splattered the blast shield, stunning Anne Maria, Jasmine, and Justin.

As the dust cleared around their blast site, the camera pulled back to reveal a massive rendition of the Grips' light-bulb-and-crossbones logo in green paint.

"Nice show of team spirit," Chris told the four.

"I must say, that was very impressive," Justin admitted to Millie as the host walked away.

"What can I say? I wanted to make an explosion that would be mind-blowing, but still tame," Millie told him smugly. "You're welcome."

The shot cut back to the Gaffers' side of the camp, starting on their explosive-laden set before panning over to the five waiting behind their blast shield with Chris.

"Are we ready to blow it up?" Chris asked excitedly, with Izzy standing by a larger plunger than what the Grips had used.

"We're ready! Uno, dos, tres!!!" Izzy chanted and eagerly pushed the plunger down.

Almost immediately, a chaotic series of explosions were set off all around the base. They were accompanied by hectic and disjointed notes in the background music, and the host and other four Gaffers were shown cringing with their fingers in their ears. Eventually the explosions stopped, the dust settled, and everyone except Izzy leaned past the paint-splattered wall with curious expressions.

The camera panned to the left, showing what appeared to be a shapeless blob of paint. No patterns were apparent in it, and the areas that had been left untouched seemed to be random as well.

"Welp, at least it was controlled..." Chris said with a frown.

"Just come over here," Izzy grabbed the host by the wrist and dragged him over to another spot.

"Hey, there's no touching the host!" Chris said indignantly, yanking his hand free as soon as Izzy stopped moving.

"Look now!" Izzy directed his attention back to the pain splatter.

Chris turned his head, and almost immediately began to brighten up. "It's...it's…beautiful!" he said, wiping away a tear as the viewpoint moved behind him, showing Izzy's paint pattern from another angle – it took the shape of the host's own grinning face.

"The Gaffers are victorious!" he announced, walking back to the other Gaffers by the blast wall. The Gaffers began to cheer and celebrate. "It is my honor to present your prize," Chris added just before Chef appeared wheeling a large and ornate-looking red chest on a handcart. "The Big Trunk of Mind-Blowing Secrets! You'll be defending it with your very lives when we return to more, Total! Drama! Action!"

The shot cut back with each word of the title, showing the defeated Grips standing by in shame.

(Commercial Break)

The episode came back on a shot of the cloudy sky, panning down to show Scott and Chase standing together by a potted palm tree.

"So what is it that you want to talk to me about?" Chase asked. "If it's to brag about your luxuries, then I don't want to hear it."

"It's not about that, Chase," Scott rolled his eyes. "I wanna talk about who we have to vote off tonight."

"What do you mean "we"?" Chase grew curious. "I know who I'm going to vote for, and it doesn't take Einstein to figure out who it is."

"I know I'm not the coolest kid on the block, but we have to pick off Izzy," Scott suggested.

"And why would I do that?" Chase asked.

"She's a wild card, and she got back into the competition not once, but twice," Scott emphasized. "Do you really want to face off against her in the finale?"

Scott left the athletic boy alone to ponder about his decisions.

The footage flashed forward to Chris McLean standing by the trunk he'd brought out. "Contestants, get ready to begin your next war challenge!" he announced. "It's a giant game of 'Capture the Flag', except in this case the flag is the Trunk of Mind-Blowing Secrets!" The camera zoomed in on the trunk at an angle, and the ornate thing seemed to glow radiantly.

"There's only one way to learn what's in the trunk," he told the off-screen castmates, "and that's to win the challenge. As your reward, we'll give you immunity from tonight's vote, aaaanndd a peek inside. But be ready. The secrets inside will blow your brains to bits!"

"I need my brain!" Ripper whined.

"Not to worry," Chris told him, holding up a roll of duct tape. "A roll of tape will be provided so you can tape the gray matter back together."

"Gaffers," Chris said as he walked over to what looked to be a building covered in a sheet bearing the logo of the Screaming Gaffers, "this is your base camp." Chef watched from close by, his hands angrily on his hips, as the host and the five teens began to arrive, Chase and Izzy carrying the trunk by the pair of poles sticking out on opposite sides. "Our set decoration team wanted to build you guys a towering castle, full of defensive possibilities! But, they went to see a movie instead, sooo..." Chris trailed off as Chef grabbed the sheet. "We're gonna give you this!"

The sheet was pulled away, revealing an utterly decrepit wooden shack. "I think it's a tool shed," the host said uncertainly before the building creaked and collapsed into a dusty heap of rotten planks and miscellaneous garden tools. "Was a tool shed," Chris corrected. "Good luck!"

"How are we gonna defend this big trunk out in the open?" Izzy asked.

"We just have to put our heads together and come up with a plan," MK answered.

"You guys do what you want. I'll be setting some booby traps," Chase told the team and walked away.

"In first World War movies, the soldiers would always have underground hiding places," MK said as she gave Izzy a shovel and held one of her own. "Those would be foxholes."

"With me digging, why not call it a foxy-hole," Izzy quipped.

"I'm just glad that I don't have to dig at all," Scott bragged. "Using one hand only won't make the job faster."

As Izzy began to dig rapidly with Scott watching her, MK turned to Chase and Ripper laying a net down on the ground with headlights attached. "Chase, Ripper, the rest of us agreed on a plan," she informed. "We could use a little help.

"And we could also use you shutting up!" Ripper retorted. "We're busy!"

Confessional: MK

"If I wasn't so focused on strategy, I'd switch targets from Scott to Ripper just to spite his butt," MK sniffed. "It's hard finding common ground with that jerk."

Confessional Ends

The footage cut back with a shot of MK and Izzy digging a large hole in the distance and Scott observing them as though viewed through binoculars. "So what's going on?" Millie asked off-camera as the binoculars were lowered and the viewpoint shifted to Jasmine.

"Izzy and MK are currently digging and Scott is just standing there," Jasmine explained, "although I don't know if it's because they want to bury the trunk or construct a foxhole."

"What about the others?" Anne Maria asked.

"I don't know," Jasmine replied. "Ripper and Chase seem to have disappeared."

"I say we attack immediately!" Anne Maria declared with an air of formality.

"I say we don't," Millie shook her head. "The team obviously outnumber us and have defensive capabilities. Confronting them at this point would be really dumb."

"So what do we do?" Justin asked.

"What we need to do is to proceed intelligently if we want to win the challenge," Millie said.

"Sure. Let's wait for the other team to set up more traps that will never let us get that trunk," Anne Maria said sarcastically.

"That's not what we're going to do, Anne Maria," Jasmine assured. "Millie, how are we gonna go about doing this?"

"We should send two people down there in order to figure out what they're up to," Millie suggested. "That honor should go to Justin and Anne Maria."

"And why us?" Justin objected.

"Me and Jasmine need to think of a plan number two in case this plan fails," Millie reasoned. "All you guys have to do is execute this one."

"Whatever you say, Mil," Anne Maria said before grabbing Justin's arm and walking away. "Let's go, hot stuff."

Confessional: Anne Maria

"I'm kinda surprised that Justin didn't try to weasel his way outta the plan," Anne Maria confessed. "What's his game?"

Confessional: Justin

"We really need to win this challenge," Justin said seriously. "By the look of things, my charms aren't going to win the girls over and I'll likely be the one going home today. So for the sake of my game, I'll help out."

Confessionals End

The footage skipped ahead to Anne Maria and Justin charging into the clearing the Gaffers started. "Where are they?" Justin asked after they stopped. "Jasmine just saw them."

"Split up and look in other directions," Anne Maria ordered. "They may be hidin' someplace else."

The camera zoomed into the hole the Gaffers were in. "So how long do we have to stay in here for?" Izzy asked MK.

"Hopefully long enough for the Grips to admit defeat," MK answered.

"We're good for now. We just have to not act stupid and blow our cover," Scott said while rubbing his sling. "And I don't normally do this, but good job on the explosion, Izzy. It really helped us win the first part."

Izzy was stunned to hear this. "Did you just… compliment me?" the wild child asked.

"Yeah, I did," Scott replied. "I thought you'd just make a random explosion given how nuts you are, but you actually planned it out."

"Yeah, how did you come up with the plan to just demonstrate Chris's face?" MK asked.

"Chris is extremely narcissistic and vain," Izzy explained. "Anything that revolves around his image will make him score us big points."

"You're not joking about that," MK rolled her eyes. "He's more likely to marry himself."

The scene cut to Justin and Anne Maria meeting up with each other in front of the Gaffers' hideout. "Were you able to find the Gaffers? Because I could not," Justin said.

"I had no luck as well," Anne Maria recapped.

The camera zoomed out to reveal that the duo were on top of the net trap, and they got hoisted up in the air by it.

"Got you dorks!" Ripper's laughing voice said off screen. The camera cut to him coming out of a nearby tree. "Chase, now!"

Chase's yell was heard as he swung on a cord before landing in front of the two Grips. He cut the rope holding the net trap, and Anne Maria and Justin were flung out of sight.

The camera cut back to the Grips' starting location. Millie and Jasmine watched in shock as their teammates crashed into the ground and groaned after they landed, prompting them to go check on their moaning teammates.

"There's, there's a... there's a scratch!" Justin said after feeling his face. "My face can't continue to take all this abuse! I'm losing it! You… you… you gotta let me go on leave!"

"I ain't buyin' any of this," Anne Maria scoffed as she stood up and rubbed the dirt off her clothes.

"We all get scratches. I got a mosquito bite on my neck once, but that didn't stop me from going to my job," Jasmine lectured.

Anne Maria and Jasmine walked off, and Justin turned his eyes to Millie. "Millie, I know you're a female. Can you help?"

"You were able to have girls wrapped around your finger, and now you're getting zero play," Millie summarized with apathy.

"You really are quick-witted," Justin said in surprise.

"Relationship with Chase aside, I don't really think you're that cute," Millie said. "Why else did I not want to kiss you in that challenge?"

"Like I care what you think," Justin shot back in an offended manner and finally got off the ground.

Confessional: Justin

"Me? Not cute? I'll tell you who's not cute. Blind people named Millie!" Justin stated, upset.

Confessional Ends

"So it seems that the Gaffers will not come out until they're sure that we forfeit," Millie told her team.

"Which we're not going to do," Jasmine said.

"Wasn't even planning on it," Anne Maria told her. "We should attack again the minute they show their faces, and I have a way to make sure that we'll take that trunk."

"You two definitely have to help us this time," Justin reminded Jasmine and Millie. "We'll be outnumbered otherwise."

The footage returned to the Gaffers, Ripper and Chase now with them. "How much time do we have left?" Izzy childishly asked her team.

"I don't know and I don't care, but we're still staying in this joint until time is up," MK declared.

"How many traps did you guys even set up while you were gone?" Scott questioned Chase and Ripper.

"We set up a total of four," Chase claimed. "Anne Maria and Justin hit one of them, so now we have three."

"This is why you shouldn't doubt us, MK," Ripper told his short teammate.

"I didn't doubt you. I just wanted you to stay and help us," MK argued. "And just because the other team set off one trap, doesn't mean that I have to worship you like you're Jesus," she said before smirking, "and there's no way you're even next to godliness."

"Pot calling the kettle black much?" Ripper snorted. "I still helped out, even if it wasn't by your rulebook."

"MK smart, Ripper strong," Chase interrupted. "Can we all just agree that we're special in our own ways?"

Ripper and MK frowned at each other and sighed.

"You're not as dumb as you look," MK grumbled.

"And you're not an extreme big mouth," Ripper mumbled.

"Good. I'm done playing mediator for the day," Chase said.

"This is getting boring," Izzy moaned impatiently. "We should just go out there and attack the Grips."

"I'm tired of waiting as well," Scott spoke up. "Those losers are not getting our trunk."

"We're done arguing today, so how about we put it to a vote?" Ripper suggested.

"All in favor of going in for battle?" Chase asked as he raised his arm up, as did Ripper, Scott, and Izzy.

"I'm clearly outnumbered here," MK sighed. "We'll go out in the open, but bring the trunk along."

The scene flashed to the Gaffers coming out of their hole and putting their trunk down. They saw the Grips charging at them, and they prepared themselves.

"There's four of them and five of us," Scott took note with a grin. "I'm liking our odds already."

"But how are we going to take them down exactly?" Chase asked.

Izzy whipped out a smoke bomb from behind her back and held it up high. "Smoke bomb! Never leave home without it!"

As soon as the Grips reached their site, Izzy proceeded to throw the bomb at them. The Grips froze at the sight of this, but Anne Maria took out two hair spray cans, and after the smoke bomb hit the floor, a large white cloud covered the screen, but Anne Maria was able to spray their way out of it, and the team resumed running.

"Retreat!! Retreat!!" Izzy ordered her team, but it was too late when Anne Maria threw her spray cans on the floor in front of the Gaffers, and after they exploded, the Gaffers coughed profusely due to the extreme stench, leaving the trunk alone for the Grips to grab.

"So long, Gaffers!" Anne Maria taunted. "Grips rule!"

The scene cut to the Grips dropping the trunk on the floor after they returned to their site. "And that's how we win it!" Anne Maria boasted.

"Time's up!" a sudden announcement came as Chris walked into view along with the other castmates. "The Grips have stolen the chest, putting them in the winner's circle."

"That means," Chris added while walking towards the Gaffers, "the Gaffers will be sending home one of their own tonight. And now, it's time to reveal to the winners," a reverent tune began to play as a spotlight was placed on the trunk, "the mind-blowing secrets within this trunk! Here's what you were fighting for, team!" The lid popped open, and Jasmine and Millie looked inside.

Their grins rapidly faded away as the reverent music came to a sudden and scratchy stop. "All that work," Millie said with a shocked look as a lighter and more emotional melody began to play.

"All that pain," Jasmine added.

"Pain?" Millie asked in confusion. "We rarely got hurt!"

"Still," Jasmine continued quickly, "all this for what?"

"A trunk that was empty the whole time!" Millie declared.

"War is a cruel, cruel thing," Jasmine concluded.

The Gilded Chris Ceremony began with all its usual fanfare, and after the introduction the footage flashed straight on to Chris standing at his podium. "This one's a nail-biter," he told the five seated teens. "I'd say no one's safe tonight. Izzy, how do you feel about your chances?"

The camera cut over to Izzy, sitting on the highest level of the bleachers. "Honestly, I feel pretty good about them," she said with a smile. "I was the one that scored my team the win for the first part of the challenge, and if I were to be going home today, it'd likely be because I blew the challenge."

"Or because you reverted back to your impersonations like E-Scope," Ripper added.

"That's a thing of the past, Ripper," Izzy said.

"Then," Chris continued, "there's Scott. Although you didn't cost your team the challenges or throw them on purpose, you didn't contribute much. Plus, your broken arm makes you a bit of a liability. Will you be the one sitting in the Lame-o-sine tonight?"

"We'll just have to see it to believe it," Scott deadpanned.

"Chase, MK, Ripper!" Chris said with a broad smile. "Seems your tussles aren't entertaining anybody, not even your team. Are you worried?"

"Why would I? This team needs me, man!" Ripper shot a cocky smile.

"Alright then," Chris announced, "votes have been tabulated!" A folded card parachuted into view next to him, and he quickly snatched it up and held it to his forehead without bothering to read its contents. The tension began to build in the music. "So, it's time to present the awards. Tonight, the Gilded Chris goes to...MK, Ripper, and...Chase!" he said in succession, each name followed by the sound of an award being thrown and caught. "And now, only two nominees left."

The background music picked up as the screen was split, with spotlights on Izzy on the left and Scott on the right. "The final award goes to...," Chris said slowly as Scott watched nervously while Izzy smiled and held two fingers up to the camera. "Izzy!"

The camera panned left slightly as the wild child caught her golden statuette. "Hold on, wha?" Scott stammered in shock. "This has to be a joke, right?"

"No, it isn't," MK said with a grin, "and you have me to thank for that."

"You… you backstabbed me?!" Scott said with a bit of shock and anger.

"With four votes to one," MK cackled. "I just did what you did to your previous alliance. Don't get all hypocritical."

"Unbelievable!" Scott grumbled before he was grabbed by Chef and carried over the shoulder down the Walk of Shame.

Confessional: Izzy

"This was the perfect opportunity to get rid of Scott after all he's done in the first season," Izzy said. "I'd be dumb to pass this up."

Confessional: Chase

"Even with Scott trying to convince me otherwise, there was no way I wasn't going to vote him off," Chase told the audience. "Besides, he can heal his broken arm off the show."

Confessional: MK

"It's not hard getting people to vote off a disliked contestant, especially if that someone was the villain of last season," MK mentioned. "I can't be tied down to Scott for much longer, and this is my season to shine!" she ended her confessional on a serious note.

Confessionals End

Scott was unceremoniously thrown into the waiting limousine by Chef. The door slammed shut, the limo sped off, and the camera cut back to a close-up of Chris.

"Well, we finally got rid of Scott the Schemer," he told the camera. "With him gone, hopefully we can stop providing benefits for him and not have to worry about being sued. Catch you next time," he said with a salute, "on Total! Drama! Action!" He ended the salute and put his hands behind his back, then smiled as he said "At ease!"

(Roll the Credits)

(Bonus Clip)

"I can't believe it!!" Scott grunted in the limousine. "MK totally duped me! Though given how much my team was against me, I knew I wasn't going to last this time," he admitted reasonably. "Seems MK's this season's baddie, and an effective one she is. I'm still expecting the hundred thousand dollars to be delivered to me if it's the last thing the show will do for me. With me out of the game, I don't have to be forced to endanger my arm just for views, and maybe the next time you guys see me, I won't have this bandana around my forehead. The brand should be gone by now." He used his good arm to take the bandana off, and was surprised by how little the branded "S.U.C.K.E.R." was on his forehead. "Well would you look at that? I don't think I'll be needing this anymore." He rolled down the window and tossed the cloth out, and then winced in pain afterwards and clutched his injured arm.

Eva - 14th

Geoff - 14th

Izzy - RETURNED

Trent - 12th

Sky - 11th

Brick - 10th

Scott - 9th

Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Jasmine, Justin, Millie

Screaming Gaffers: Chase, Izzy, MK, Ripper

Author's Note: I couldn't keep Scott around forever. I was not about to have MK be sidelined for the villain of last season. I mean, imagine if that happened in canon, wouldn't that be soooooooo annoying(side eyes Julia). All jokes aside, this was the best for Scott. He can't stay for too long in this game. Hopefully this chapter was enjoyable.