"Last time, on Total Drama Return Flight!" Chris's voice boomed from the cockpit of the jet, as he began the intro to the latest episode! Footage began to play of the episode prior…

"15 teens, one million dollar prize, and the first challenge officially began; Climbing the Eiffel Tower!

While some contestants performed well…" Clips of Justice, Bertie and Carlos ascending to the top were played. "Others… well, they didn't!" And now some clips of last placers like Ziggy, Kami and Ophelia.

"Aaaaand, once they got to the top, I made them jump off of it!" Now a montage of the various glides that took place off the tower.

"In the end, it came down to a three-way race for not last place, between all three teams! And, while Ziggy pulled through for Devilspawn…"The contestant in question was shown flying over Notre Dame Cathedral. "Walt blew it for the Superstars!" …And now we see Walt's less than stellar performance.

"In the elimination ceremony, the teams biggest star (or so he claims) ended up going bye bye, after scoring a whopping zero points in the challenge!" And now, finally, Cedric was shown jumping out of the plane.

"Someone's gonna be following him soon!" Chris jeered. Now, he was smiling with his hands in the air. "Who will it be, you ask? I dunno! But we'll find out soon, on Total! Drama! Return Flight!"

Dear Mom and Dad I'm doin' fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna beeeee famous~

I wanna live close to the sun

Well, pack your bags cuz I already won

Everything to prove nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

Cuz I wanna beeeee famous~

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

"Ugh… This fucking sucks."

Bertie groaned, as he and the rest of his team tried their best to get comfortable on one side of the economy class section of the plane. The boy himself was in a weird slouching position while sitting down on the bench. Walt was on the floor, covered in feathers that served as a pathetic makeshift cover for him. A sleep bubble gradually grew and shrunk over and over again from his nose. Sandra was pacing back and forth, and Sora was sitting plainly near Bertie.

"You'll hurt your back sitting like that, Bertie." Sora noted, eying the boy. "My little brother Pete does it while he plays computer games, and now his back is always sore."

"Ugghhhhh…" He simply groaned louder in response. "But I'm tired… and Walt's already taken all the feathers for a blanket. Swear I'm gonna blow a fuse if we have to sleep in here again…"

"What fuse?" Sora looked a bit CON-fused. "Surely not some sort of bomb, no? You'd get arrested."

"B-Bomb?!" Bertie sat up in surprise, putting his hands up in surrender. "N-Nononono! It's an expression, not a bomb! I'm just annoyed."

"Oh." Sora folded her hands on her lap, looking away from him in slight embarrassment.

Confessional: Sora

"I don't socialize much with my peers." The girl was fixing up her hair, making sure it looked pristine. "So it's a bit embarrassing when I don't get phrases or expressions."

Confessional End

As the two conversed, mostly to take their mind off the less than favorable conditions, Sandra stopped pacing, standing near where Walt's head was. She raised her foot, and stomped on the sleep bubble coming from his nose. "Wake up."

"Snrrrrrrrk mimimimimi…" Walt was sound asleep, with an old-fashioned nightcap on his head. But… "AWAWWA!" He jerked awake when Sandra stomped on his bubble.

"O-Oh, Sandra! Wassup!" The boy seemed to recover rather quickly, sitting up and rubbing the nape of his neck. "Ya need somethin'? And, uh, lemme just say… Ya lookin' WONDERFUL today! Really, I mean it! You, uh, do up ya hair?"

Confessional: Walt

"Maaan, I almost went home last episode…" Walt sighed, his large exhale of air visible to the confessional camera. "So I gotta make some friends! My team won't send me packin' if they like me!"

Confessional End

"You can cease the shallow compliments." Sandra offered a hand out, helping Walt stand up. "You needn't worry, I did not vote you in the last elimination. You may have ultimately failed for our team, but Cedric performed worse, and overall proved to be larger dead weight."

"E-Ehhh?" Walt blanched, then chuckled and ruffled up his hair a bit. "So I'm da smaller dead weight? I guess I'll take it! But ya gonna see soon enough dat dis guy ain't dead weight at all! Trust me, chick!"

"Those are just words. And it's not me you should worry about, rather, those two." Sandra nodded over at Bertie and Sora. "One of them voted you along with Cedric last elimination. Therefore it's to them you must prove yourself.

But, worry not." She… suddenly stuck a hand out. "I am here to support you until you do. I propose an alliance to keep both of us in this game. All you must do is vote alongside me, for who I propose. I am the most intelligent member in this game, after all."

"E-Eh? An alliance?!" Walt's eyes widened, before his mouth burst into a beaming grin. He grasped her hand in both of his, and shook it with full force. "Ya got yaself a deal, chick!"

Confessional: Walt

"BOO-BOO-BOO-BOOOYAAAAH!" Walt cheered, and pumped his fist. "Dats how it's done, can't beat da Walter Charm! Patent pending."

Confessional: Sandra

"Walt seems willing to accept my terms and conditions, so he will be easy to work with." Sandra was smiling slightly, absentmindedly typing in equations on her calculator. "That's good. This alliance will be a fine safety net should there be a challenge where my smarts prove useless…

Although, I doubt that will be the case at all."

Confessional End

As the two parts of The Superstars conversed, Team Chef sat together on the other side of economy.

"And, after a depressing turn of events, Team Chef is enjoying a luxurious stay in economy." Celine was narrating, a bit downtrodden herself as she scooted over to Ophelia, and jabbed her imaginary mic in her face. "Tell me, Ophelia, how does it feel?" Her voice slowly got louder and more annoyed as she spoke. "To be the one who robbed us of fucking FIRST CLASS ACCESS?!"

"Stop harping on me!" The girl spat back, looking away from Celine. "I still kept us out of losing territory! We scored the same amount of points, anyways!"

"Hello?" Masa tapped Celine's shoulder, having her turn around to face him. He sarcastically leaned in to speak into the mic. "Yeah, I'd just like to note she was being a selfish asshole. i.e, YOU were being a selfish asshole." He narrowed his eyes at Ophelia.

"Selfish?! I was NOT. If I was selfish I would've stopped flying right away! You're lucky I even made it as far as I did!"

Justice was jogging laps around economy, covering her ears as she scowled back at the bickering trio.

Confessional: Justice

"God those whiners are annoying." The Parkourist huffed, running tiny little laps around the incredibly cramped confessional. She was practically just running in place. "I'm the only one on our team who even got three points and you don't hear me complaining! Someone needs to whip them into shape or they'll just bitch all challenge long."

Confessional End

"You're ALL being dicks!" Justice stopped running, right by Celine, Masa and Ophelia.

"And JUSTICE is here to add a LOTTTT to the conversation!" Celine snarked, jabbing her fake mic into Justice's face next. "Go on then! Tell the audience what you're-"

The faster girl smacked Celine's hand away, putting her fists on her hips. "Shut it! Listen, I'm inclined to agree with Ophelia!"

"THANK you." The girl in question called out.

Nodding, Justice continued on. "These challenges are a lot like parkour, you hear? At the end of the day, it's not about WINNING, or being the fastest, it's about getting the damn course done! About NOT losing! And we succeeded in that last episode! Mostly thanks to me, but y'know.

If you wanna win first class THAAAAAT badly, then SHOW SOME SPIRIT!" She yelled at Masa in particular, who rolled his eyes. He didn't say anything, though. "Stop bitching at each other like little twelve year old assholes and focus on the next challenge already!"

…

Silence filled the Team Chef side of the room for a moment, as Masa, Celine and Ophelia all looked up at Justice.

Then…

"…Fine." Masa nodded, reluctantly turning to Ophelia. "…She's got a point. I don't know why you joined this game, or whatever, but I doubt you wanna get kicked off so soon.

At least, I don't. But it looks like I might if we keep going on with… this."

Ophelia stared at him, then she let a small grin grace her face. "…Yeah. That… would suck. We don't have to get along, but… teammates, at least?"

"Mhm…" Masa didn't smile, but he did nod in affirmation. "Teammates."

Celine stayed silent, watching the two make up.

Confessional: Celine

"Sigh. Damn it…" Celine grumbled. "Those two arguing would've been great for the ratings, especially if they ended up screwing us over completely.

Sure, first class would be AWESOME! But dad and the show need their ratings!" She smiled, and slammed a fist into her palm. "If I bring them up, he'll for sure be happy with me!"

Confessional: Justice

"Yeah I don't care much about the team morale or whatever." Justice shrugged. "That yammering was just… SO annoying. It was throwing me off my own game, and I'm the one that's gonna carry us to victory, so I CAN'T be disturbed."

Confessional End

As the newly united members of Team Chef (well, mostly united) went back to their own business, the fifth member was peeking at them from behind the wall. Becky was in the corridor that led to the first class area, the bag of ingredients she'd bought in Paris in hand.

Confessional: Becky

"It was… not a good idea to buy so much raw food." Becky held up the bag of food in question. "Economy doesn't have anywhere to store it, and I'll DIE before I let those damned rats crawl all over these fine ingredients…!

Buuuut… First class has minifridges and cupboards."

Confessional End

"Just need to get there without being spotted… Damn Chef, he probably has security cameras on this plane of his…" Becky cautiously glanced around every which way as she snuck down the hallway, approaching the door to first class.

Meanwhile, in the first class cabin itself…

"WAAAAA-HAAHAAHAAAAAAAAAA….! WHY DID THE STAR DUDE HAVE TO GOOOOOO?!"

The heartfelt tears and cries of the winner of last episodes challenge echoed through the cabin. Ziggy was in a recliner seat, rubbing his eyes and wailing over and over again… loudly.

Jiggy, who was at his side, was rubbing their friends back. "Easy now, dude, take it easy. Uhhh…" They looked around, desperately, before snatching a cookie off a nearby flight attendants plate. "You want a cookie?"

Ziggy sniffled, turning to them as his cries died down just a little. His eyes were redder than usual. "D-Does it have weed in it?"

"…No?"

"THEN I DON'T WANT IT BROOOO! WAAAAAAHHHH!"

Confessional: Ziggy

Ziggy was taking painstaking sob after sob in the confessional. "WHY DID THEY KICK OFF THE STAR GUY?! WHYYY?! CELERY WAS SO FRICKIN' AWESOME MAAAAAAN! WAAAAHAAAAAAA…!"

Confessional End

Ochi, who was nearby, was paying a flight attendant to cover his ears for him. Groaning, he turned to Carlos. "Man, I didn't get my 5-hour nap in cuz of all this crying, dude… Swear to god I'm paying Ziggy to pick up my slack in the challenge to make up for it…"

"Or you could just quit?" Carlos rolled his eyes, shooting a displeased stare beside him at the little heir. "Wouldn't that be better? I don't even know why someone as filthy rich as you is on this show… You're just gonna take the money from someone who needs it more if you win."

"Mm-mm." Ochi shook his head. "Not in it for the money, that's stupid as hell. Who the heck would go through all this torture for a measly million? I nearly DIED last episode!

Nah man, I'm here to meet friends! I mean, I have my butlers, but like… Need people my own age too, you get me? Speaking of friends, actually…. Thousand bucks to game together?" Ochi produced a Nintendo Switch, removing the joycons. "I got Smash!"

Confessional: Carlos

"…Ochi is… a weird kid." Carlos furrowed his brow. "He says he wants to make 'friends' with people, then acts like that. And, what? Being paid for your camaraderie doesn't exactly sound like the best basis for a friendship.

…Then again, a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars, so…"

Confessional End

Carlos, now a grand richer, faced off against Ochi in match after match. He seemed… rather fired up. The boy was going to break the controller at the rate he's going, as he ruthlessly attacked the short heir in the game.

Kami was beside them, trying her best to rest peacefully in her chair… But that wasn't exactly possible because of Ziggy's cries and tears.

Confessional: Kami

"A troubled soul resides in our midst…" She clasped her hands together, looking up at the ceiling forlornly. "Though he gave our team an… ungodly name… He is but misguided. Perhaps a word of reassurance from this humble servant of the lord is all he needs..."

Confessional End

"Do not worry, my lamb." Kami got up off her seat, walked over, and sat down on the seat opposite Ziggy. Tentatively, she placed her hands on top of one of his. "Though he may not have won this game, I am sure god has delivered him just happiness."

"'Just happiness?'" Jiggy raised a cautious eyebrow, raising their guard when Kami sat across from them. "And who told you that? God himself?"

"Indeed." Kami nodded solemnly. "I sensed it."

"What you 'sensed' was your own delusional denial." Jiggy rolled their eyes. "The only thing 'god' delivered that kid was a parachute pack to keep him from dying."

Confessional: Jiggy

"I don't like that nun." Jiggy scratched a couple of loose hairs on their chin, an unamused look on their face. "She helped that girl from the other team score a point, and she helped other people climb up the tower last episode. It feels like sabotage…"

Confessional End

"Wait, dude…" Ziggy paused. The tears stopped flowing. "Parachute pack?

Y-You mean Celery isn't dead?!"

"Wait…" Jiggy blanched in realization, slowly turning around to face their pal with a deadpan expression. "You thought Chris KILLED the guy?!"

"W-Well yeah, duh! All I heard was he jumped outta the plane!" Ziggy retorted, a cheery smile finally starting to blossom on his face again. "SO HE ISN'T DEAD?! DUDE THIS IS LIKE- THE BEST DAY EVER! IT'S LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF A FUNERAL!

Bring it in guys! To celebrate Celery not dying!" Ziggy threw his arms out, and before Jiggy could object, they and Kami were practically being strangled in Ziggy's death grip he called a hug.

"G-Goodness me!" Kami was shocked at first, but soon returned the hug in kind, smiling over at Jiggy. "You have done well in calming him, Jiggy. The Lord has certainly blessed you with the gift of kindness."

Confessional: Jiggy

"UGH!"

Confessional: Kami

"Jiggy does not like me." Kami began, point blank. "I can sense it. But I ask not to be liked, only for them and everyone else on my team to hear me out on the word of the Lord…"

Confessional End

"Well, would ya look at that…" Carlos paused the current game between him and Ochi. The latter was celebrating after his tenth consecutive win. "Everyone's all well and happy again. That's good."

Ochi temporarily stopped emoting, and turned to look at the hug, debating on whether he should pay to join in…

But his train of thought was interrupted by the turning of the handle of the door to first class, followed by frantic knocks. "AGH! W-What the fuck?! IS IT A KIDNAPPER, HERE FOR ME?! PROTECT ME JEREMY! OR JAMES OR JAMAL OR ANYONE!!!"

"Kidnapper?!" Carlos looked surprised, then realized who he was talking to. "Calm down. It's not a kidnapper. Probably one of the losing teams hoping to sneak in." Carlos put a hand on Ochi's shoulder. "I'll go check who it is if it's freaking you out THAT much, jeez."

He cautiously approached the banging door, placing a hand on the hilt of his trusty knives in case Ochi's superstition turned out to be true…

Slowly, he unlocked it…

CRASH!

And was sent on his butt, as Becky burst in with her bag of ingredients. She looked down at the shellshocked boy for a moment before nodding slowly in affirmation. "Thanks. Where can I store these?"

"S-Store them?! Wh-What-?!" Carlos blanched, but he couldn't get a word out as Jiggy marched past him and up to Becky.

"Now hold on a second here, you don't have the rights to this cabin!" They chastised her, pointing at the open door. "Go on, back to economy! Ziggy won this place fair and square for us. You're not allowed cheapen our win."

"Oh, 's alright dude!" Ziggy called out. "We can share the wealth-"

"Not now Ziggy!" His friend cut in. "You're being too nice. We're almost at the next destination anyway, probably… maybe… So just run along back to economy."

"I don't want to stay here." Becky stated, holding up her bag of food. "I asked before, and I'll ask again. Where can I store these? The rats in the other cabin will ruin them if I don't store them in here."

"You do realize rights to the cabin includes storage, don't you?" Jiggy folded their arms. They weren't budging. "I said it before, so I'll say it again… Go back to economy."

"Ugh…" Carlos stood back up, dusting himself off. "Can't you two stop bickering? If we're almost at the next destination Jiggy then just let her-"

The boy paused mid-sentence, causing both sides to shoot him a confused look. He had heard something…

Whoooooooosh…

A whooshing sound, like some sort of jet… It was… getting closer.

"The hell is that?" Jiggy had noticed it too, now that it was closer, as did everyone else…

"Oh!" Ochi was the only one grinning, in realization. "They're here! But, wait… I don't need em anymore! The intruder was just the cook girl!"

"My lamb…" Kami felt a sense of foreboding about her. "Who is here?"

She would soon get her answer. Any who were standing by a window would see a smaller jet approaching. Ochi opened his mouth to respond… but…

Something jumped out of the opposite jets window.

CRASH!

And jumped through the first class window, in a tuck and roll. Everyone present reared back in surprise, only to see…

One of Ochi's butlers, who briskly stood up and in front of his master. "Are you hurt, young master? I sensed you were in danger."

Confessional: Carlos

Carlos's mouth hung open in shock. "HE SENSED THAT FROM A DIFFERENT PLANE?!"

Confessional End

"Oh hey Jamal!" Ochi smiled at his friend. "You got here quickly! Yeah, I'm fine. I thought some asshole was trying to kidnap me but it was just the cook girl."

Confessional: Jamal

"The young master instructed me to carry out this confessional for him. To quote, he was 'not arsed.'"

The butler read off a prewritten script. "The butlers with money are like moths to a flame. As long as their pays in jeopardy, no distance between us is too big!"

Jamal stared down at the note for a moment, before looking up and shrugging. "Well, I suppose that's not wrong."

Confessional End

Before anyone could say anything else…

Red lights started to blare, and oxygen masks were deployed from the ceiling. Chris boomed over the loudspeakers;

"Attention all passengers! There seems to be some sort of damage to the first class cabin's exterior! And here I thought economy would be the first to crumble! Too bad for you!

Now, we'll follow standard evacuation procedure… And by standard, I mean you're gonna be parachuting into the area for the next challenge; The Colosseum baby! We're in Rome!

I had something different planned for this, but we'll roll with the punches! Whoever lands IN the colosseum get a SPECIAL reward! So get to jumping!"

An intern hurried into the cabin, placing down a crate of parachute packs. The shellshocked competitors looked at each other for a moment… then Ochi and Ziggy screamed in unison; "WE'RE GONNA DIIIIIIIIE!!!"

"Dear Lord…!" Kami gulped, as she equipped a parachute pack. She slowly approached the open door… and jumped out. "PLEASE DON'T KILL YOUR HUMBLE SERVAAAAANT!!!"

"C'mon Ziggy!" Jiggy grabbed a parachute pack, and forced it onto their panicking friend. They then put their own pack on, and dragged the still-terrified Ziggy to the plane door, jumping out.

"JAMAL! THREE THOUSAND!" Ochi screeched, holding out a wad of cash. "JUMP WITH ME!"

The butler seemed calm amongst the chaos, nodding slowly as he and Ochi shared a pack. He pocketed the money, then the two leapt out (with Ochi screaming obscenities).

As Carlos leapt, Becky quickly hid her groceries away in a safe compartment. She then jumped out as well.

"Move, move, move!" Justice yelled at her team in the common area, ordering them out one by one. Masa and Celine leapt, but Ophelia was a bit more hesitant.

"I-I already parachuted last time! Can't I hide in the cockpit with Chef and Chris?!"

"We're winning that reward! It could help us in the challenge!" Justice forced a pack on her, then kicked her out as she screamed. "Now MOVE IT!" Then, she leapt out herself.

"AWAWAWAWAWAAAAAAAH!!!" Walt cried, clutching his hands to his head as he moved closer and closer to the open door of the common area. "WHY DO I GOTTA JUMP AGAIN?!"

"Move it man, I need to get into that colosseum! Carlos could already be there!" Bertie took a running start, but accidentally clipped Walt as he did, causing both to fall out screaming. They were closely followed by Sandra, and, a little bit afterward, a terrified Sora.

"AAAAND TEAM CHEF IS COMING IN HOT!" Celine narrated as they fell. When she caught sight of Ophelia, she held out her mic. "Tell me Ophelia, how do you feel?"

She just screamed, and Celine scoffed as she deployed her own parachute. "Lame! C'mon don't you want any last words?!"

"YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" The girl screamed back, and followed Celine's example. Pretty soon, Masa and Justice were parachuting through the air as well.

"Hoohooohooooo!" Bertie cheered, looking down below him at the colosseum. He was on a pretty good trajectory, and he landed without much issue in a hallway on the second level. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"

"Oh, hey Bertie." Carlos walked up to him, as Kami, Ochi, and Jamal peered from a bit farther away. "Looks like we both made it in."

"…" The boy stared at his one-sided rival, before groaning a little. That groan was cut short by an incoming scream…

Courtesy of Walt. "AWAWAWAWA- LOOK OOUUUUUUT!!!- Oof!"

He slammed into Bertie, knocking him onto his stomach. "Oh, er… Sorry man!"

"Mmm…" His teammate grumbled from under him. "I'm used to it by now…"

"Aaaaaand Celine makes a perfect landing!" Celine herself said, parachuting onto the third-level stairs. She then turned around and similarly narrated her teammates. "Followed closely by Masa AAAAAND resident challenge beast Justice! Better luck next time to Ophelia and Becky!"

"Why am I not surprised?" Masa looked between his two teammates, but neither could reply when they were interrupted by Chris, flying high in the sky on his trusty jetpack and communicating with his megaphone.

"Aaaand that makes eight!" The host smirked, glancing up above him at Jiggy and Ziggy's screaming forms flying over the colosseum, along with some of the others that didn't make it in. "The rest of you who didn't make it will have to make your own way back to the structure!"

"And what about our reward?" Justice cupped her hands around her mouth, yelling up at him. "You said anyone who lands in the colosseum gets one!"

"Indeed I did." Chris snickered. "And you'll be getting it riiiiight… now!"

At first they couldn't see anything, but… then Celine pointed it out. "There!"

A helicopter, piloted by Chef, airlifting a huge rectangular crate. The airmobile positioned itself high above the reconstructed part of the arena, before detaching the crate and letting it smash down below.

Whatever was inside of it started to rumble.

"Just think of it as a treasure chest, overflowing with advantages for the second challenge!" Chris looked down, as a purple, furry arm punched a hole through the crate. "A furry, BIG treasure chest." Now a foot was kicked through it. "That… walks."

Finally, the sides of the crate fell apart, revealing a towering, angry Sasquatchanakwa. It looked around for a second, before letting out a roar.

"AAAAAAUGHHHH!!" Masa yelled in unison, covering his ears. "W-What the hell is that thing?! It's HUGE! And what is it doing HERE?!"

This earned him a slap from Celine. "It's a Sasquatchanakwa, jeez! You need to read up on TD trivia!"

"Yeahhhh. Your reward is a tangle with the Sasquatch." Chris chuckled. "The gladiators in ancient times didn't only fight each other in here, they also fought against animals! You may have noticed that satchel he's wearing? Yeah, there are three useful tools in there that'll help you guys in the final challenge of the episode. Each team will relieve the Sasquatch of one of these items! You're free to hunt him down throughout the structure to steal from him-"

The Sasquatch roared once again, before rushing into the interior of the colosseum.

"Orrrr let him come to you. We told the guy we'll return him to Wawanakwa if he manages to maul one of you, so… Hehe. Have fun!"

"Ngh…" Masa groaned, looking at Celine. "Alright, as much as it pains me to say it we need to stick together here. You got that-" He turned to his other side, where Justice presumably was… But she'd already disappeared in pursuit of the beast. "Hoooh… This is gonna be fun…"

"A-A-A yeti?!" Walt was shaking in fear from head to toe, hiding behind Bertie with his hands on his shoulders. "I-IT'S GONNA KILL US!!!"

"H-Ha… N-No it won't!" His teammate puffed out his chest. "Not to worry man, you have me! I'll take down that… thing. N-No s-s-sweat!"

"If you're worried about meeting your demise…" Kami opened up a small red prayer book. "We could commence a group prayer, to ask god for protection."

"Nah." Ochi shook his head. "No need! I got Jamal. He's BASICALLY Jesus. I mean both their names start with a J, and he's like… super strong. Jesus was a powerhouse wasn't he?"

"An incredibly loose correlation." Carlos sighed, looking between the five of them. "Ok, listen. I can keep you safe no problem." He opened up his jacket, and plucked out a knife. "I'm a dab hand with a weapon. If it shows up, just stay behind-"

A sudden roar interrupted him, and they all turned in unison to see the Sasquatch, barrelling toward them.

"I-I-I-ITS HERE!!!" Walt cried, completely ignoring Carlos's instructions and jumping up in the air. His legs spun around in a blurred circle for a moment, before he took off, running in midair.

"W-Wait-" Bertie threw a hand out to him, but it was no use. His teammate was gone. He turned back to look at the Sasquatch, and Carlos with his knife…

Then, Bertie gulped and took off in the same direction. "WAIT FOR ME!!!"

"Hmph." Carlos was unimpressed. "Those two are completely useless at following the simplest of instructions... Welp…" He raised up his knife, ready to attack… But his wrist was grabbed by Kami.

"P-Please don't do this!" She had a weak grip, but Carlos wasn't exactly going to be rough with a bystander. "He is just like us, forced to fight in this twisted game for the sake of his own livelihood! It's wrong to raise your blade up to him!"

"…" The boy stared at her for a moment, but before he could reply, Ochi pointed his finger at the monster and Jamal stepped forward.

"Don't worry! Jamal will just subdue him! No murder! I don't want to get this kimono stained with blood either… That's creepy."

The butler nodded, walking forward and standing in front of Carlos and Kami. He looked up at the Sasquatch with an unfazed expression, and squared up.

"Go get em Jamal! Show that ass what for!"

The beast stared down at the lone butler, confused. Then, it shrugged, and grabbed the butler by his head, tossing him out of the hallway and the colosseum in general.

"…"

What followed was silence between all four of them. Then, the Sasquatch made a beeline for the three members of Devilspawn.

"Ohhhh shit…" Carlos grabbed the shocked Ochi's arm, and nodded at Kami. "Come on then! If we don't want to kill it, we're gonna have to regroup and form another plan!"

Kami nodded, and together with Carlos dragging Ochi, Team Devilspawn dashed away from the Sasquatch.

"Haaaa… Hahhhhh….!" Walt had his hands on his knees, hiding behind a pillar with Bertie as he took labored gasps. "H-Holy craparoni pal… H-How da heck're we gonna steal from dat thing?!"

Bertie peeked from around the pillar, focusing in on the Sasquatch. It had lost Team Devilspawn for now, and was wandering around in search for competitors to hunt. "However we do it, we better do it fast. I can't run for much damn longer… M-Maybe if we both charge it together? Or one of us acts as bait and the other steals from the satchel?"

The ginger immediately put a finger on his nose. "DIBS NOT IT!!!"

"…Hmph…" Bertie was a split second too slow. With an annoyed groan, he spat out. "Fine…! At the very least, it looks like Carlos hasn't stolen anything from him yet… Finally I'll beat that sucker at somethin'!"

"Errr… Yeaaah pal, just focus on dat! You distract da guy, I'll snatch from da satch!"

Confessional: Walt

"Bertie's alright." Walt stated. "But da guys got da weirdest thing for dat Carlos dude. Dis is like, what? Their fifth competition? Does da guy even know he's competin' with Bertie?!"

Confessional End

"Hey ugly!" Bertie jumped out from behind the pillar, waving his hands wildly. He was trying to conceal his shaking legs. "I'm over here! C'mon don't you wanna go back to Wawanakwa?! Just TRY and catch me!"

Cue a roar, and the bigfoot charging right for Bertie. The boy stood there, wide eyed for a moment, before screaming and running off.

Walt watched this transpire, nibbling nervously on his nails. "C-C'mon… can't chicken out now…! Or I'll be totally toasted at da next ceremony…! For Ronny…!"

Confessional: Walt

"Ronny's my masterpiece! Ronny Rat!" Walt whipped out a piece of paper. On it was the concept art for a cartoon character. The inspiration from another, more well-known cartoon mouse was clear, though the boy had made it his own. This guy was rougher looking, leaner.

"Been workin' on him and his other animal friends since I was ten! He's a funny-lookin' fella, dats for sure, but he's gotta heart of gold! If I bag da million dollars, I'll put it toward my own animation studio! And dis guy and his adventures'll be my first official show!"

Confessional End

"Nghhhhh…!!!" Walt shuddered, before running after the Sasquatch, who, in turn, was running after Bertie. The boy leapt forward, grabbing onto the monsters fur and grabbing at the satchel. "GET… OVA' HERE… YA SONNOVA… GUN!!!"

"Rgggh?!" The Sasquatch stopped chasing Bertie, instead focusing its attention on Walt. It fumbled around for a moment, pulling the satchel out of his reach.

"No!"

"R-RAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!" The yeti then produced something out of its bag of tricks; A large, sturdy, metal shield. It swung down at Walt, who narrowly moved his head out of the way. The boy gasped, before grabbing onto the shield and trying to pull it out of Sasquatchanakwa's grasp.

"Ohhh fuck…!" Bertie, watching this transpire, rushed back over to help. He grabbed onto the shield along with Walt, and together, the two commenced a tug of war match against bigfoot. "H-HRAAAAGHHH!!!"

"Hey! Over there!" Carlos and his posse of two were searching for the Sasquatch, when they heard Walt and Bertie's joint yells. "It's them! And… the monster. Oh those two are so screwed…! We have to help."

"Or we could try and get one of the things from the satchel while they're distracted!" Ochi piped up. "Jamal did NOT get tossed out of this place for nothing!"

Carlos stared at Ochi for a moment, scrutinizing him… The boy grinned back in blissful ignorance.

Then, Carlos grinned as well, and grabbed Ochi's arm. "Alright. We'll compromise, kid."

"W-Wait… What are you doing?" Ochi's smile faded, and he tried to pull himself out of Carlos's grasp, as his teammate started to pull him closer to the Sasquatch. Kami watched this transpire nervously, inwardly debating on whether to intervene or not.

"We'll save them AND steal from the bastard." He grinned even wider, and once they were close enough, Carlos, with a great heave, tossed the tinier Ochi up in the air.

The boy screamed as he fell… right into Sasquatch's satchel. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU… YOU PRICK! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!!"

"Just grab something and get out!" Carlos called out. "You SAID we should steal from it while it's distracted! You do that, and I'll help out Walt and Bertie."

Confessional: Carlos

"What?" He still had his satisfied smirk on his face. "Ochi was implying we just leave those two to get mauled. It was only right to give him a little taste of the fear the Superstars were feeling."

Confessional End

"D-Dear Carlos, you really shouldn't have d-done that…!" Kami meekly spoke, hanging her head. "What if the poor boy gets hurt?"

"Hey, he wanted to steal. He gets to steal." Carlos flippantly retorted. Then, he spun two of his knives around in either hand. "Now, just sit back and… let me deal with this."

With the glowing eyes of a predator, Carlos zeroed in on the Sasquatch and the struggling boys… Their hands, and it's hand… It's hand…

It's exposed spot…

He ran forward, a firm grasp on both his weapons. And, with a leap, he slashed… directly at the Sasquatch's hand, in an X-shape.

"RAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH!!!" A cry of pain ensued, and the monster let go of the shield. Walt and Bertie cried out in surprise, letting go of it as well, and allowing it to go flipping up in the air.

"You two ok?" Carlos inquired, then he turned to yell for Ochi. "HURRY UP OCHI! Before he recovers!"

"I-I got something!" The boy popped his head out of the satchel. "J-Just pick me up! It's hard to climb out of this thing! Surprisingly it's pretty deep…!"

Carlos started to walk toward the recovering Sasquatch. It was whimpering in pain, but when it saw it's assailant approach, it gulped and caught the shield out of the air….

And tossed it back into its satchel, inadvertently beaming Ochi in the head and burying him under the shield, still inside the bag.

"No, damn it!" Carlos protested, running forward…

But this action only scared the Sasquatch. It held its own bloody, cut hand, and ran off and away from Carlos, with Ochi in tow.

The boy watched this transpire in shock, before Walt spoke up. "Errrr… thanks, pal?"

Carlos shook his head, not even turning to the two. "Don't mention it. Just try not and get into that situation again… I can't protect you a second time now that we have to save Ochi."

"We don't need your protection." Bertie spat, annoyed. This was the second time he had to be saved by his rival. "Just leave us alone. We'll get that shield ourselves."

Carlos didn't respond to him, instead turning to Kami. "Come on. I got him into that mess, so it's my job to get him out of it."

"Y-Yes.." She looked unsure. Would Carlos mercilessly attack that poor Sasquatch again, should they encounter it?

But she couldn't exactly object, so Kami took off running along with her teammate in the direction the monster took off in.

"Celine, and Masa, are currently on the hunt for the bigfoot…" The former was speaking quietly, trailing behind Masa. "A hulking height of 9'11, and in a weight class of its own… Furry, large and merciless… Will it be able to take down this lone team of two? Now that they're one teammate down? Will it mercilessly tear them limb from-"

"Uggggh…." Masa groaned. "Would you keep QUIET? Shut up and help me find that… thing."

"You ever heard of multi-tasking, genius?" Celine snarked right back. "I'm doing the groundwork for daddy! He can't put himself in danger with Sasquatchanakwa roaming around, so I'll do close-range hosting for him!"

"Wow, how generous of you." He rolled his eyes. "How much're you getting paid? Oh-Oh my mistake! You're not getting paid SHIT because it's not your job! Complete waste of energy…"

"FAMILY is more important than money." Celine pompously stuck a finger up. "Any son or daughter worth their salt would know that!"

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Masa had grown bored of her, instead keeping an eye out for the Sasquatch. "Hmm… H-Huh?! There!"

He pointed down the corridor, at a lumbering furry form. The very monster they were hunting was barrelling toward them, looking… terrified.

"Aaaaand Team Chef is Really Really Really Really Shit at Cooking has encountered Sasquatchanakwa!" Celine cheered, subtly nudging Masa forward with her body. "Will Masa be able to loot his bag of goodies, or is it curtains for him?!"

The boy looked back at her, with a quiet growl.

Confessional: Masa

"Yeah, I coulda pushed her in front of that thing." The Nihilist stared, a bit annoyed, at the camera. "But then it'd be my head on the chopping block if we lose. Better to let HER be useless and take the plunge."

Confessional End

"Alright you son of a bitch…!" Masa glared at the incoming Sasquatch as he stood in its path. "Just need to rob you of whatever you've got in that little purse of yours…"

"Raaaaaaagh!!!"

He gulped.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!"

He readied himself to jump…

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"

He-

He was shoved out of the way, into Celine.

By Justice.

"Ha!" Their sudden savior sideyed her teammates. "What? Do you think you two could've taken this lug on?! Get real!"

Confessional: Justice

"I thought those two dumbasses would've followed me the moment the challenge began! So I dash off, look around, and what d'you know? They're too damn slow! Had to comb through this whole damn colosseum from head to toe just to find em!"

Confessional End

"RAAAAAAAAAGHH!!"

Now, Justice was the one in front of the incoming beast. She smirked a cocky smirk, ran forward, raising a fist and…

POW!

"OOOOOOOH…!!"

The Sasquatch cried out in agony, holding its groin area, which the parkourist had swung at with full force. The poor monster let a few tears trickle from its eyes, before collapsing on its side.

"And that's how it's done!" His conquerer cheered. "Take notes, stringbeans! That was the Fist of Justice!"

"Cooooool!" Celine squeed. "AAAAAND Justice delivers a child-destroying punch to Sasquatchanakwa! It looks like Team Chef is once again taking an early lead!"

Masa just smirked. He did have to admit that it was pretty impressive.

"I know, I know. Hold your applause. I am pretty awesome!" Justice bragged, taking her sweet time as she strolled up to the Sasquatch.

Confessional: Justice

"Heh. What did I tell you? As long as my performance is top tier, my team can't lose!" She puffed her chest out with pride. "Masa and Celine can just sit pretty while I keep us in the lead!"

Confessional End

Justice smirked, leaning down near the monsters satchel. "Alright, big guy… Let's see what you've got…"

She opened up the bag, and stuck her hand in. She ruffled around for a bit, before pulling something halfway out…

"W-Wh…

WHAT THE HEEEEELLLLLLLLL?!?!" Justice reared back with a scream. Very unlike her.

"What?!" Masa yelled, and Celine moved forward for a closer look.

"T-T-The… thing in there… It's the purple kid! From the Devilspawn Team! H-He's not moving! Is… Is he dead?!"

Celine moved forward, putting a hand over Ochi's mouth. Only his head was sticking out of the bag. She waited for a moment, before sighing in relief. "Nah… Nah he's not dead. He's just unconscious. But the hell is he doing in there?"

"Who cares what he's doing?" Masa shook his head. "We know he's fine now. Let's just take what we want."

"Right." Now that she knew Ochi was alive, Justice wasn't half as concerned. She pushed Celine and Masa back, and hunkered back down. She reached a hand toward the satchel. But… before she could reach inside of it…

"RAAAAGH!!" The Sasquatch's hand dove into the bag first, producing something… An oversized water gun. It wildly pointed it in Justice's general direction, and blasted at her.

"Woah!" The girl rolled to the side, but was grazed by the water. She let out a hiss of pain, and held her shoulder where the water made contact… The area was red. "SHIT! Scalding water?! What the hell?!"

As Justice seethed and grasped her shoulder, the Sasquatch tossed the water gun back inside its bag, instead taking out something else…

When he saw what it was, Masa's eyes widened. "Justice, look out-"

"RrrrrAGHHHHH!!" The monster tossed the item right at her, it was a weighted net. Too focused on her shoulder to roll out of the way, the girl was caught in the netting, and started to thrash.

"H-HEY! WHAT THE HELLS THE BIG IDEA?! Let me the hell GO!"

Masa moved forward to help their trump card escape, but the Sasquatch quickly rushed over and blocked his path. The nihilist gulped, looking up at the hulking beast, before backing away. "E-Easy now…"

The monster didn't move towards him, though. Instead, it picked up the net with Justice inside of it with its uninjured hand, and sprinted off. The two remaining members of Team Chef stood in silence for a moment, before Celine mumbled into her air-mic. "And Justice is captured. Thanks to Masa's cowardice."

The boy slowly turned to her, reaching a hand out and grabbing the imaginary mic, then mimed tossing it out of the colosseum. "I thought I told you to shut UP with that narration. Not like you were any help. Tch."

As he started to stomp off in the direction the Sasquatch ran off in, Celine squawked after him. "Hey you know I got an infinite amount of those mics, right?! Since they're NOT real! AAAAAND MASA DISPLAYS HIS LACK OF INTELLIGENCE! How's that for narration, huh?!"

"Hah… hah…. hah…..!" The tired pants of Kami echoed behind Carlos, as the two continued to search for the Sasquatch. "K-Kind Carlos… may we… hah… take a break? Surely you must be getting tired yourself?"

"Every second we spend resting gives that thing more time to discover Ochi is in its bag." Carlos replied simply. "And when it does, it'll maul him."

The girl stared at him for a moment, wavering on what her next words were… Before she bit her lip, and spoke up. "But… dear sir… wasn't it you who put him in that situation in the first place? I don't understand why you are so concerned for his safety after that a-act…"

The boy shrugged. "He got his fill of karma. He wanted to abandon those two to their fate in favor of winning some dumb challenge, so I gave him a taste of the danger they were in as punishment.

Doesn't mean he deserves to die for it."

"B-But…" Kami faltered, fidgeting a little. His logic made no sense to the girl. "I…"

"Hush." Carlos put a finger out, silencing her. "Listen, you're a very nice person, but that niceness is blinding you from the reality of the situation. This is life, or death. Any selfishness here could potentially condemn someone else to the latter, and you don't want that, do you?

Ochi was being selfish and only thinking of himself. So he deserved to face repercussions equal to the scale of his actions so he doesn't do it again. It's basic discipline."

"But-But that's ruthless-"

"Like I said, hush." Carlos cut her short, pointing ahead at the back of the beast, who was currently at a crossways in the corridors. One path led outside, and the other straight ahead. "If you want to get mad at anyone, get mad at that thing."

He smirked, twirling his knives around in his hands. "Not that you'll have the chance to… I'll have it cut down in two seconds flat."

Confessional: Kami

"Carlos is…" She put a hand to her chest. "Carlos is wrong. Ochi simply spoke without thinking… And that Sasquatch is like us, simply fighting for its own sake; To go back to it's home. I… have to stop this!"

Confessional End

Meanwhile, approaching the same location from a different angle were Masa and Celine, the former with his hands in his pockets and the latter with the same cheery enthusiasm as ever.

"Alright…" Masa spoke quietly. "With Justice getting herself caught, we need to come up with a different way of fighting that thing… I'm not strong, and you're…" He eyed Celine. "You. Are you even gonna try and help in this challenge?"

"Dearest Masa, of COURSE I'll help." Celine haughtily chuckled. "As I said before, I am MULTI-tasking. Hosting AND helping! Just tell me what you need me to do!"

"Well are you willing to go up and fight that thing?"

"Anything but that!"

"Act as bait?"

"Not that, either."

He scoffed. "Figures. Well, what if I act as the bait? And you free Justice?" He grabbed her wrist, and tapped her long, claw-like nails. "These are probably sharp enough to do the job…

Once she's free, she can do the rest of the work herself."

Celine jerked her wrist out of Masa's grip. "Fine. But you better do a DAMN good job as bait!"

Masa nodded, and together the two walked up the stairs past row after row of seats. The Sasquatch was right ahead, though it hadn't noticed them yet…

"It's just, that guy is so PATRONIZING." Bertie was complaining to his hunting partner, Walt, throwing his hands around this way and that in exasperation. "FIRST he tries to act all badass with the whole 'slicing bigfoot' thing, but to do it to SAVE me, his rival? It's like he doesn't even see me as a rival!"

"Errr…" Walt didn't really know how to help Bertie, scratching his head in confoundment. "Uhhhhhhhh… Maybe he don't see ya as a rival? Looks ta me like yous always da one to initiate deez competitions."

"What?" Bertie scoffed. "No, he CLEARLY does man. Why would he accept them otherwise?"

"Oh, I dunno…" Walt started to count on his fingers. "Pity, boredom, ya persistence… Wanna name a few more?"

Bertie blanched, looking at Walt with slight annoyance before waving his hand. "W-Well still! I just know he's my rival! And he knows it too! But he's not taking it seriously enough! Like it's not a priority, y'know?"

"Mhm…" Walt nodded, a bit bored. He wasn't a competitive person, very much the opposite actually. So he couldn't really relate to where Bertie was coming from.

"Oh, there!" The competitive spirit grinned and pointed forward. "It's the Sasquatch! And… it doesn't LOOK anymore injured, so Carlos probably hasn't stolen anything from it yet!" He rubbed his hands together. "This is the redeemer… I'll beat him at this and it'll practically wipe away all my other losses to the guy last episode…! How's that sound?"

Walt tried not to yell in fear, and quickly pulled Bertie behind a pillar. "That's all well an' good pal. Just one TEEENSY little problem though…

How da heck're ya gonna steal from dat thing?! Ya saw what happened last time when we tried ta use da bait 'n grab tactic. We woulda been monsta meat if it wasn't for dat Carlos…"

"I'll rush it. Simple." Bertie deadpanned, completely serious. "If I'm quick enough, it won't know what hit it! The decoy tactic didn't work with me as bait, and I doubt you want to be the bait.

So don't worry about me!" He shot Walt a confident grin, but even the cartoonist could tell it was a false show of bravado. "You don't need to fight if you don't wanna man! Just stepping up to the plate the first time was enough, alright? Leave it to the Bert to handle this!"

Walt's mouth flapped open and closed, but no sound came out as Bertie walked out behind the pillar, readying himself.

At the same time, Carlos, facing the back of the Sasquatch, spun around his knives as Kami nervously stepped up beside him.

And, facing the monsters side was Masa, ready to catch its attention… Celine sharpened her nails in preparation behind him.

And, all at once, the two duos and Bertie charged toward Sasquatchanawkwa with a mighty battle cry, one that would have made the old gladiators of the colosseum from times past proud.

"Rrrgh?" Naturally, the beast saw the contender in front of him first; Bertie, and threw a somewhat lazy punch.

The scrawny boy yelped, and narrowly ducked under it. "Yah! Gotta get up earlier than that, you… gulp monster! Now hold still!"

He grabbed onto the fur of the monsters outstretched arm, and started to clamber his way up. The Sasquatch growled, trying to swat Bertie off with its other massive hand. "GRAAAAAH!"

"Too slow!" Bertie's confidence was ratcheting up more and more, as he now stood on the monsters shoulder. He slid his foot underneath the shoulderstrap of the satchel, and KICKED it up in the air. "Ha ha! YES! Come to papa- WOAH!"

But he couldn't grab the bag. He was bucked off as the Sasquatch threw its upper body backward with a cry of pain, holding onto its butt with one hand…

Which had been grazed by Carlos, an annoyed scowl on his face. The wound would've been much deeper, but Kami had grabbed her teammates arm with both her own, and held him back at the critical moment… Only the tip of the knife had pierced the beast's buttocks.

"WAAAAAUGH!!!" Bertie yelled in terror as he went sailing through the air, wildly throwing his hands out in front of him to try and break his fall…

But he didn't have to. With an almighty 'OOMF!' someone had caught him in their own arms… A terrified, but present, Walt. "Oooooohooo maaaaan! I'MA FRICKIN' NUTJOB FOR COMIN' BACK IN DA RING!!"

"W-Walt?!" Bertie gasped, as Walt carried him and sprinted away. Only when they were a safe distance from the Sasquatch, he put his teammate down. "You… came back?"

"M-Much as I hate ta admit it…" His legs were still trembling. "L-Listen pal I couldn't just leave ya to friggin' die! I ain't a monsta'!"

"U-Ugh…" Bertie didn't know how to feel about this. He had to be saved from his own stupid decision, but he was nonetheless grateful. "…Thanks, man. You're a cool guy…

But right now, let's focus on snatching that satchel!" His frown turned into a grin. "Let's rush it, together!"

"Y-Yeah, wh-whateva'…!" Walt groaned, but he put his hand on his shoulder and stared to spin his arm around in circles. "L-Lemme at em! I ain't s-s-scared!!

Meanwhile, nearer to the Sasquatch…

"Come on!" Carlos yelled back at Kami, who was still clasping his knife hand. "The thing still has Ochi, and it's not like it'll magically stop going apeshit once we steal everything from it!"

"That gives you no right to eviscerate it!" Kami half-squeaked-half-yelled. "Just focus on robbing it of its satchel!"

"I'm just thinking AHEAD." Carlos spat out, trying to control his temper. He was trying to remove his arm from Kami's grasp without hurting her, which was no easy feat.

"Huehehehehe…" Masa listened in on the infighting on Devilspawn, as he creeped over to the satchel on the ground, having been kicked up in the air by Bertie. "Suckers… Now all these goodies can be ours…!"

"Hey, slim-jim!" Justice yelled from inside the net. "Before you go looting everything else…

DON'T YOU THINK YOU SHOULD FOCUS ON YOUR OWN TEAMMATE?!"

"Ehhhhhh?" Masa cocked an ear out mockingly. "Sorry, did you say somethin'? I just can't hear you properly over me winning the challenge for our team."

"The nets part of the challenge!" Justice argued back. "And we can only take one thing per team!"

"Then someone else can free you and get the net. The bag is RIGHT. HERE." Masa declared, putting his foot down and focusing all his attention back on the satchel.

"And what if this bitch son of a bitch decides he's hungry?! What then?!" Justice protested, before yelling in shock as the monster, partially recovered from its butt injury, ran toward the satchel to intercept its looter. "W-Woah!! What the-"

Sasquatchanakwa roared, swinging the net with Justice inside it around and around, before SMASHING it directly into her teammates face, sending him careening to the side. "GAAGH!"

"Uuuuughhhh…" The eyes of Justice herself were spinning and swirling from dizziness, as she no longer moved inside the net. "Ssstupid… yetiwatch… monsterfoot…"

"RAAAAAGHHH!!!" Sasquatchanakwa roared and beat its chest with rage, temporarily stunning the competitors surrounding it. With Ochi and Justice out of commission, Kami and Carlos arguing among themselves, Masa having taken a beating to the face, and Celine sitting pretty, things were looking pretty bad.

Ochi, woken up from his stupor, groggily stuck his head out of the bag. "Y-Yoooooo… guys… Wu-What… Wuz goin' on…?"

No one was in a fit state to answer him, and he was interrupted by the Sasquatch as it slung the satchel back up over its shoulder, letting Ochi fall back inside. "W- Hey WHAT THE FUCK?! LEMME OUT OF THIS THING!"

"And the campers have now ROYALLY ticked our dear sasquatchanakwa off!" Celine narrated over the pint-sized heirs yells for help, as the Sasquatch in question reproduced the items still in its bag… A shield in one hand, and the scalding-hot water gun in the other. "For all you gamers out there, you might think of this as the final bosses 'second stage'!"

With a grin and a flourish, she strutted up close to the camera. "Will our heroic campers come out on top? Or will the monster prove to be their undoing?"

She chuckled haughtily, and stuck a finger up in the air. "Find out after the break, dear viewers! When the climactic battle between man and beast comes to an end, and then begins the second challenge! On TOTAL! Drama! Return Flight!"

Chris was watching the footage live from the camera room inside the jet, a shocked look on his face as he turned to Chef. "How the hell did she know we were cutting to a break?!"

The cook shrugged, and the screen faded to black for the aforementioned ad break.

And that's part one of episode two out! Hope you guys enjoyed the (majority) of the first challenge in Rome! The second part will be out sometime soon, and will include the finisher to challenge one, the entirety of challenge two, and the elimination! So stay tuned, and I'll see you soon!