Reality Collides: The Ezekiel Chronicles Chapter 40: Survival of the Sneakiest, a total drama series fanfic

Author's note:

Well this had been a very long chapter episode, so sigh... there will not be Ezekiel's or Izzy's reaction on this chapter, just for you to understand the importance of this chapter, so probably on the next chapter there will be another chapter of Playa Del Losers Shienegans which will be everyone who was waiting for. So enjoy this actual new episode of total drama island.

Guest. = No... just no, I'm not even interested into writing or even imagine about this.

starfallkaiser. = Sorry dude, but I cannot write all reactions, I have to keep writing the episodes in some way, and if the time is right or if I have an inspiration which would fit on that moment I would do it, but only focusing a reaction from all the characters, there is no way. I'm always open to people to wanting to write reactions for this fanfic or even for the books itself showing their opinions and construction, sure use your imagination, however I cannot keep writing the reactions because by itself is very dragging.

Hyper Lol Guest. = Thanks for enjoying the chapter dude, and it had been a lot of fun, but if you want to see how the things will go, check this chapter and have fun.

Matias ND. = Okay to reply you... Laure and Priya has 3 years old in my timeline when the show aired, I hope that answer your question. And Cartoon Network, Disney and other channels of the we usually watch never existed, so basically depends by pure coincidence if there is adapted characters who lives in Total Drama Universe, but they aren't their show versions, so just don't think about much of that okay?

And like a ripple, Ezekiel caused a lot of changes and development towards his public, just by being himself, and a book could change lives, just like how we lived with cartoons who changed our lives as well. And yeah, with Lauren having Courage experience as 3 years old? Her change will be what would be surprisingly the best of two words. The things we love about her, but with more influence of Courage on her as well.

Just Guest . = Thanks for your support, but if you read the author's note, you will see that this chapter will be only focus on the episode of the show, so have fun reading it.

BrightNova169. = Thank you for sharing me the recipe of happy plums, they looked really tasty, and I agreed with you, Ezekiel did a lot of changes by himself, and don't bother about Keith, since on the forums and theories about him on total drama universe, it showed that Sky and him had a breakup when she appeared on the show, probably because Keith was a bit of toxic boyfriend or because he cheated on her. So I decided to make it like they never get that far because if she accepted the relationship it would be a red flag for her. So it's like nature saying they shouldn't be together. Anyway, have fun with the new chapter.

starsephirot. Thank you for the review, and from the topics of one shots, I already planned to create over the garden wall, but with an awesome twist that nobody ever would think about it.

And also, when you said Historietas Assombradas I laughed loudly, because while I'm not much of a fan of the show, there was some epics moments about the grandma and her sister which I laughed loudly, like at the time when she asked her sister to bring a glass of water... "Thank you slave." Which was my favorite quote, I need to use that in the future, however I don't think I will make Ezekiel write about it since it's a very different style of show, which what he was doing it's to bring cartoons which changed a generation and while I think Historietas assombratas was interesting, it wasn't that great in comparison than so many other good cartoons.

And about the Ordem Paranormal... I never liked Celbit, so I dismissed the comment because it's not interesting to me, so yeah. I thank you for the review. And don't worry about the future projects, many things will happen in the future.

Sleepy Guest. = Trust me, there was once a time that I thought about creating a fanfic of Total Drama Contestants but differently than the cannon it was most of the campers who appeared on dramarama know each other and was happy to see themselves after years without seeing each other. And even get the best of the Chef on the show. Maybe in the future I will write about it, or maybe not. But still was a very good idea I was planning to do, anyway have a good fun reading this chapter.

Just a wee Guest. Thank you for enjoying the chapter, and don't worry, nobody is going to be like Sierra, because nobody wants to be like Sierra. So have fun reading this chapter. XD

Mr. E Guest . = Okay that idea is pure gold, maybe I should write about it in the future XD, I will be making Izzy plan something and Ezekiel make her had that as a good duo of mascots XD. Joking, but it made me think about it, and it was a very temptating idea. XD. Thanks anyway, have fun reading this chapter.

Blagoj Pejov1. = Foreshadowing XD

Goren. = Well I have a few ideas to a different name for them in the future, so don't worry about it. But now have fun reading it.

Wolfang21. =Thank you for like this chapter, and your suggestions are pretty good, however some things changed, and also... Scooby Doo never existed on the world of total drama, so there isn't movies of it since the cartoon never existed, and since the cartoon never existed, it would depends on Ezekiel to someday resurrect such a classic, will he be able? I don't know, but still the ideas of how his girls would react from seeing the great classics of the next book you are spot on. And for Lauren, yeah what she will become after learning a lot from the book and his favorite dog, she will became far more than we ever love her, in the best way, but still having her essence.

Guest99. = Lauren would be the definition of a person who she is, but also knowing the best of Courage of Cowardly dog, maybe someday I will make snaps about how would she be in the future XD.

Now guys, have fun reading this chapter, because it's going to be AWESOME.

"Last time on Total Drama Island," The regular recap of the previous episode started…only with one major difference. It was Chef doing it! That's right, instead of the host with the most Christ McLean doing it, the buff cook of a sidekick was taking over the recap for some reason. "Those good-for-nothing campers got swept away by a rainstorm that left them stranded on a deserted island. Meanwhile, the chubby one drifted ashore in his outhouse and made a new friend who has an IQ almost as high as his. Then the gruesome chick the stupid one and the mouthy girl had to be afraid while the two security guards had to plan all around on survival, so in the end the stupid blond came across and found the secret location of our production crew camp. Yeah, it's me doing the recap. You got a problem with that?! Since Chris is off hosting some frou-frou rewards show, I'll be filling in as host. But guess what? Everything will be changing on my watch now..."

Chef commented as the camera saw him opening the wardrop.

"Will the campers survive the challenge I'm about to make today?" Chef took what would be a black long t-shirt, a yellow utility belt, and camouflage green pants, instead of his Chief hat when he used on the challenges before. This time was a dark green beret which was a symbol of the Canadian flag. "Will they learn a lesson from what would mean to be the last top 4? Will they break when I show them what the Military can do with their poor souls? Don't blink, on this most exciting episode of TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND."

Chef said as he took his dark glasses and the camera saw Chef wearing what would be a uniform that nobody could ever see before.

"Cut." One of the cameramen commented, as Chef rolled his eyes and stretched himself.

"How does Chris do this thing?" Chef asked himself while the camera crew looked uncertain, until the Chef walked over the telephone, and his face snickered as his smile became even more evil.

"Are you guys ready?" Chef asked as he could see his eyes sparkling... The annoying pricks had no idea about what was about to happen in their lives, and he decided to have fun like the old times. "Good, I'm going to prepare them for the surprise."

(Wawanakwa Camp - Middle of the Forest)

The sun shined down on Total Drama Island and with it brought the beauty of nature. The squirrels happily squeaked as they went around gathering their nuts, the birds chirped as they flew through the sky, and everything seemed completely normal while every camper was enjoying their peaceful sleep, but instead of being across on the cabins where they usually would sleep like most of their days, this time they were unaware they are exposed at Mother Nature herself since her animals walked towards them, and even passed above them.

Gwen sneezed in her sleep as a squirrel's tail brushed against her nose, and a frog hopped on nearby an empty bed while eating a fly. Lindsay was sleeping peacefully as a bird family made a nest on her feet. An acorn fell into Heather's mouth and she managed to spit it out.

However, when the squirrel came to collect the acorn and hopped near Heather, she suddenly woke and looked around completely startled.

"What?" Who's that? Where are we?" Heather quickly sat up and looked around to see they were no longer in their cabins. She let it out quickly while swatting away another squirrel that got close to her.

Her outburst alone woke up everyone asleep. Owen, Lindsay, and Gwen discovered the outburst made by the queen bee was valid because they were also confused about what happened.

"Where are we?" Lindsay asked as she moved her feet and with that, the bird nest which was on the bed fell from the bunk...

"Chris?" Gwen questioned confused, quickly thinking the host was up to this. Especially after the events from the last challenge.

"MOMMY." Owen tried to find comfort by calling for his momma, however, there was a voice that made everybody freeze.

"EVERYBODY JUST SHUT UP!" Chef's voice screamed as the group turned their heads and saw Chef was sitting in a chair their eyes looked weirdly different than his usual cook attire, or even his military clothing, this time he looked with a black shirt, camouflage pants, a belt, and a military beret. The group looked at him who had a new military attire. "How you got here is not your concern!"

"What happened to Chris?" Gwen asked as she and everyone else got out of the bed.

Chef wanted to shout at the girl for interrupting him, but he gave a deep breath, as he took from his eyes the black glasses. And looked sternly at the campers in front of him.

"He isn't around, he had an appointment somewhere and now I'm responsible for not just today's episode, but also for the challenge for you to the top 4 of the show," Chef said in deep control since he wanted to prove to everyone that he wasn't going to explode, but deep inside of him, he was smirking since the game soon will start to happen.

"Great. Another military challenge for today, aren't you all with new material to make?" Heather asked as she rolled her eyes, but soon she regretted it as she saw Chef snarling at her. "Can you at least say that you look better in this outfit than the last one?"

Chef huffed as gave walked towards in front of them, as he gave a distance and cracked his neck to make sure to scare every single one of them.

"For a top 4 campers, you should know the fact that you all were the best of the best since you surpassed and survived what would be the worst 8 weeks of your life..." Chef commented as he marched towards in a direction as the campers soon heard the sound of a helicopter approaching. Which made everyone confused. "You all should be the elite among the losers who were here before you, and yet you still want to talk like you were somewhat good in comparison to a veteran of war."

Gwen and Heather scoffed but that didn't pass towards in the eyes of the military Chef who narrowed his eyes.

"All I see is a bunch of ingrates who don't understand the concept of true hell, so since you all think that you are the elite. Then let's see if you can compare yourselves with a true elite squad." Chef commented as soon the helicopter approached to land nearby Chef which made everyone their eyes wide open in surprise, as soon Chef saw the confused looks on their faces, Chef smirked as he went the door of the helicopter, "If you think I was bad, if my training was terrible, if my challenges were that unfair, then let me show the real deal. Let me show you all my friends."

Owen, Lindsay, Gwen, and Heather remained quiet as the sweat came from their faces when they realized that Chef brought someone inside of the helicopter, and at the time the door was unlocked, they were surprised that when they thought they would see monsters or even bulk soldiers with a lot of scars...

Instead, what appeared... The first woman in an athletic build and confident posture, though her face carries the subtle lines of experience and wisdom. Her trademark dark orange hair, now with a few streaks of silver, is still vibrant and often pulled back in a practical yet stylish manner. Her green eyes remain sharp and expressive, reflecting the same determination she had as a teenager. Her clothing was a black top, while she had green pants and the beret color as the person who was in the military nearby them.

After her, came a man who exuded a laid-back yet mature demeanor. His blond hair has started to thin a bit and shows signs of graying, particularly at the temples. His blue eyes retain their warm, friendly twinkle, and his face is marked with laugh lines that speak to his easygoing and humorous nature. Chef gave a glance at the man who just got his usual black shirt and grey pants.

"Did you just get a haircut?" Chef asked and the man laughed with a smile on his face.

"I'm just back in action, so nothing like a haircut to make it things serious." The man commented as Chef nodded his head, and slowly smirked at the campers who were still looking at the duo.

When the group thought it was over, then suddenly the door was wide open with a kick which made the campers jump away, and this time they saw something they never thought they would see in their lives. Even the Chef who had his mouth dropped in disbelief.

A woman who even at her age remains a striking and formidable presence. Her dark, raven-black hair, though now interspersed with a few strands of silver, still cascades down her back, giving her an air of both elegance and menace. Her piercing green eyes are as sharp and intense as ever, reflecting a depth of experience and a hint of mischief. But in the look of disbelief of the campers was the fact the woman was wearing an orange jumpsuit and having handcuffs on her hands while Chef looked in disbelief as there were a few marks of hickeys and lipstick on her neck.

"Seriously?" Chef turned his head at the woman who just got out from the helicopter as the couple looked sheepishly away. "In the helicopter?"

"What?" The woman scoffed as she cracked her neck and even with the fact she was handcuffed she was stretching her back. "Do you know how much time I wanted my intimate visit? I couldn't waste my time. Especially with them."

"Shego, I told you that maybe it shouldn't have been a good idea." The man commented as he looked sheepish at his friend, while Kim tried to look professional, but she also gave a humph from seeing the female inmate smirking at them both.

"Oh come on Ronny and Kimmy, didn't you think that I have been a very bad girl? Come on, I know that I could need a little correction right here." The woman who had been dressed in an orange jumpsuit gave a slight bow as she inclined her butt to both her partners who tried to remain professional in their profession.

"Need I tell you both, that your children are probably watching this episode?" Chef said loudly as both parents remembered and then facepalmed from what they had just done, while the other woman rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, it's a television show of third rate, probably the editors would take care of it. There is no way my children would be watching this crap." Shego commented Chef then blinked and looked at the other members of the squad who had a dry cough which made the woman blink once more, before groaning. "Ughhhh, seriously?"

"Yes...one of them was even part of this show. And she is probably watching you all in Pay-Per-View. And before you say anything more… let's go down to business." Chef rolled his eyes, while the campers didn't know what to say around the quartet who just stood in front of them, and with Chef clearing his throat in the direction of everyone, Chef decided to already drop the bomb. "Let me present you my squad, and my great friends. Kim, Ron, and for reasons of maximum security, codename Shego."

Chef presented as the whole quartet stomped their feats and gave a salute, even the woman in the jumpsuit used both her hands to salute, which made the group stare at them in disbelief, confusion, and fear.

The elite squad was already in front of the campers as Chef Hatchet even got a key to free the handcuffed woman.

"Remember, your clothes are inside of the helicopter, so when I take this out, you go dress yourself..." Chef commented as Shego rolled her eyes.

"Who are you? My General? Pff, yeah, don't worry I will be there in a minute." Shego replied as she looked at each camper, and she couldn't help but scoff. "So this is the top 4? They don't look like much, Hatch, did you lose your touch?"

"The hell I didn't, it's because I made them get easy, just eating crap food, and having some exercise of a challenge... A warm-up from what we got." Chef answered as he gave a glance at the campers and was being loud about it, which made Owen fart in fear.

"Errr, Chef, can you tell us, why this woman was handcuffed?" Heather should have known that she would regret asking because that brought a smirk at Shego who just smiled at her, and that kind of smile, made Heather have a sense of Deja Vu...

"Well, for your information little girl... I am a spy but a former member of this squad like these two veterans. And I have been arrested because *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

At the time Shego opened her mouth, the camera was shifted in the direction of the campers who just had their mouths wide open, as even then they started to sweat a lot, from the looks they had, from horror, disbelief, surprise, and awe.

"Wouldn't you be in trouble if you exposed that on television?" Gwen commented as she felt her face pale and become white from what the spy had said to her.

"Don't worry." Chef waved his hand as he knew what happened. "Her microphone became mute and all the cameras were shifted to you... Wade, you can turn her mic on now."

The group stared at him until suddenly a voice came on the speakers around the forest.

"Alright Hatch, things are working on." A deep voice made the campers stare at Chef who just smirked and Shego was now freed with her handcuffs...

"Oh, I can't wait to use these hands. It had been so long that I was without company..." Shego commented as she even licked the earlob of Kim and Ron who shivered and gave a glance at the spy who returned to the helicopter to dress herself.

"Errr..." Lindsay wasn't sure why, but her face was in shade of red, while Gwen and Heather were also blushing... Owen blinked in surprise.

"What just happened?" Owen asked as the girls facepalmed, while Kim and Ron chuckled.

"Nothing much, just something nostalgic for me," Chef said as both walked nearby them. "Well, you must have been wondering. On what the hell am I planning by bringing my military squad today..."

The remaining 4 nodded their head as Chef decided to walk beside them.

"To be a top 4 meant that every single one of you passed every single feeling inside your heart... Never forget the swear, blood, and tears you all released at the time you had to survive this whole show." Chef commented as the group stared at the military Chief looking resolute. "But now, the time to play was over. For being in the top 3, things will get harder from here. And I will make a comparison with you all who thought I was being unfair, I was being stupid, my food was ridiculous and terrible, and all the underestimating you guys have made about me... You talked about me being a harsh and brute terrible person... No no, what I have shown to you all, was only the first year of what me, Kim, Ron, Shego, and Wade had to pass around our training in the army."

"Alright, I'm ready, what did I miss?" Shego got out of the helicopter and at the uniform made with the same style and similarities as her squad. Both Kim and Ron immediately shushed her. "Wow, talk about rude insubordination."

*Clearing throat*

The female spy glanced at Chef who decided to turn his head directly to the campers who now felt more aware that things would get more difficult from the speech the military man had been giving.

"As I was saying before, I know what you may be thinking," Chef commented as he decided to scoff in front of the campers who were unsure about what to say. "It's just another immunity challenge, there is no way that I would risk my life in a challenge which in the end I could just give up and convince the others to vote for me not being eliminated. Isn't that right?"

Gwen, Lindsay, and Heather had to bite their tongues to not show Chef had read their minds, which would make him even angrier, but what was the worst was the fact the military man was calm, and that doesn't seem to make the situation less scary.

"But after a good talk with my friends, I decided to raise the stakes to show that I know what could bring attention for a prize that you girls would be interested in getting," Chef smirked as he took something from his pocket, and then a sequence of a melody of beeps brought the attention of the trio of girls which they had their eyes wide open. "Campers, let me present you the Mmunicator, which depending on the user has your name in it."

The squad took from their pockets their own Mmunicators, Kimmunicator, Ronmunicator, Shegommunicator, and Hatchmmunicator. Which now made the girls have their eyes wide open.

"Wade, why don't you tell the female maggots the features on the Mmunicator?" Chef smirked as the girls saw a person appearing on the screen, like Chef, however different than Chef Hatchet, the person on the screen looked like the time had been kind to him since while he looked bulky and tall, he had a goatee and long black hair. While wearing a special forces military uniform, but surrounding computers.

"Gwen, Heather, Lindsay, what you have in front of you is a military special forces communicator, which not only is a portable telephone but also has great features better than a PDA or a palmtop computer. Since you can have internet access, video calls coming from important companies, or even video calls from webcams from other computers as well." Wade said as the girls looked at such technology for their teenage days. Chef smirked as he could see Heather and Gwen having their mouths dropped wide open, while Lindsay had her eyes sparkling from such a new prize. "I know that this is the future until in the next decade we will improve to something far better than that, but what kind of teenage girl wouldn't want that?"

(Confession – Gwen)

"I..."

(Confession – Hearher)

"Want..."

(Confession – Lindsay)

"That."

"Which I want to ask you… are you interested in winning this time?" Chef asked as the girls had their eyes staring at each other like hawks, wanting to catch what would be a prize telephone they never thought of before. Only for themselves. "Good…"

"Chef, while I think the girls look nice, I don't think I like this prize," Owen commented nervously, which made Chef smirk at him.

"Oh fat boy, of course, you won't be interested in that, so that's why Ron my friend here came up with the idea that it would be fair and a good motivation for you," Chef commented as Owen looked in anticipation. "Do you like Mexican food?"

Owen smiled at hearing about food and nodded its head.

"Do you like Tacos and Natchos?" Chef Hatchet asked once again which made Owen nod his head rapidly, which made Chef smirk and look at his friend showing a paper bag and giving it to him. "Have a taste of this... This is called Naco, a creation of my friend who created a franchise with the concept of fusing both Mexican foods."

Owen froze and at the time he looked at the paper bag, he couldn't help but feel the warmth and the delicious smell coming from it.

And at the time Owen opened it. He even shed a tear...

"It's so beautiful..." Owen commented but not before eating it in one go. "And very delicious."

Everyone except for Chef looked at Owen weirdly, but since it was a good motivation for him, Chef smirked...

"If you win... You will have a whole month's supply of Naco for you to eat whenever you want." And those words made Owen freeze... And suddenly Gwen, Heather, and Lindsay could see Owen frowning his smile as his eyes sparkled, and even had his game face on... "Good, now it seems the stakes are good enough for you, right?"

All the campers nodded their heads. It seems that instead of risking their lives for a military challenge nothing wasn't the case anymore... Everyone wants to win.

"Alright then..." Chef walked at what would be a wheel, which an intern placed nearby while the campers were distracted, and on that wheel, there were what would be the notes of numbers... "This challenge is a 3 phase... Since you all want motivation to win so much. You will be playing the military games. Hehehehe..."

"Military games?" Gwen asked as Chef glared at her which made the goth shut up.

"Wow, they seriously interrupt a lot," Kim commented as she mused at the Chef who nodded his head annoyed.

"I thought it was always the editing of the show, since in our times every time we interrupted someone we always would get doing 100 push-ups and cleaning up the bathrooms with a toothbrush," Ron commented as he could have sworn to see the goth girl flinches on that moment.

"They lack discipline," Chef said as he then took something from his pocket. "The military games are a very important way to train yourself and squads by comparing against a better team, that way you will learn where you could talk the talk and walk the walk... And before anyone who thinks it's funny to interrupt me again... Let's start the first phase with Hunter and Prey..."

Shego grinned, while Ron and Kim looked amused while Chef took a coin, and the campers didn't like the name of the game.

"I will be going to flip a coin, and if land tails, you will be the hunters, but if it's heads, you are going to be the prey," Chef commented as he flipped...

"Please be the prey, please be the prey, please be the prey." Shego chanted and the top 4 survivors stared at the coin... Praying for don't be... Dammit. "Ahhhh, I love this game so much."

"Well. It landed on heads." Chef commented as the campers could be seen getting even more afraid. "To summarize the game, each of you will have 10 minutes to run away from the hunter who will be responsible for hunting you down... And when the hunter finds a good opportunity for a kill, they could both use, these paintball guns, or these marked pens to leave a mark on you... The person who had fewer marks on the body will have an advantage in the second phase."

The campers blinked, as while the paintball guns didn't seem to be a good thing. At least they also are going to be using the marker pens, which doesn't seem so bad...

That's until Shego and Kim started to giggle, and that made the campers slightly more afraid of them.

"Well is there a question before we start?" Chef asked as the campers were usually unsure of what to say...

"Yes... I got one." Then from an unexpected turn of events... Ron was the one who raised his hand. "Is that the boy who backstabbed Izzy by pushing her into a fatal situation?"

Gwen, Heather, and Lindsay had their eyes wide open while Owen was palling and sweating a lot.

"Wait, what do you mean by backstabbing Izzy?" Shego as Kim raised her eyebrow at her which she dismissed. She never had watched an episode of the show. "The prison didn't have the channel of this show. Now spit it out. What happened to our daughter?"

"Daughter?" Heather, Gwen, and Lindsay had their mouths dropped as they saw Owen sweating more like a river.

"Err... Chef?" Owen asked as he gulped from seeing the trio staring at him like demons.

"Yes Ron, this is the fat boy I was talking about. And the one who made Izzy cry." Chef smirked as Shego had bloodshot eyes. "But don't worry, she made him pay dearly. And it had been a lot of fun."

"Did she?" Shego asked as she was still furious, but then Kim just kissed her cheek, which made the raven soldier freeze and blush a little. "Kimmy, did you really have to do it now?"

"That was the only way to control you. Now, be mature, Izzy is probably watching us." Kim commented as the campers looked weird Shego gave a slight pout.

"Fine, just because I want you to mess me up when things are over... You heard that Ron?" Shego commented as the campers looked very confused.

"Not here to be that person, but what the hell is happening?" Heather asked Chef who rolled his eyes. "I thought she said she has a daughter with Ron and now she is..."

"They are all married..." Chef commented as the queen bee looked at him and before she could say a word Chef interrupted. "Literally, they married with each other, it's a funny story. When we were on a mission in international waters we..."

"LET'S FOCUS ON THE CHALLENGE HATCH." Ron, Kim, and Shego shouted as Chef Hatchet stopped and gave a slight smirk at the campers.

"Later I will tell you when I get in a good mood. Anyway, to make sure the first phase of the challenge happens... Each of you will have a person to hunt you down. You first goth girl."Chef said as he started to spin the wheel. From everything happening across the challenges, Gwen was actually afraid of which person would be the one to hunt her down... And when it landed on the number 1... Chef nodded his head. "Kim, she is all yours."

The ginger veteran nodded her head in silence as Gwen wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

(Confession - Gwen)

"Okay, from what I've seen. I got lucky to take the one who looked the most normal of the group, she was more mature and probably had dealt with their crazy all the time, so I think I had an advantage. So how hard it can be?" Gwen commented as she looked a bit unsure of what to say, but she shrugged off the feeling from what she said, not realizing the fate she just tempted.

"Fat boy Owen, it's your turn... And to be honest, you better pray for being me the one hunting you down, because if any of these three would be the one, you would be screwed." Chef commented as Owen gulped, and from the spin of the wheel...

(Confession – Owen)

"Please be Chef, please be Chef, please be Chef, because I think if I got any of Izzy's family I will get my ass kicked so hard that I will not be able to sit for a whole year. Please if there is anyone who loves me above there, please help right now." Owen prayed to whatever entity could help the fat boy to survive the challenge, especially from all the problems he got after the horror challenge and he learned his lesson, especially since he felt disgusted with himself when his cousin Max said he was proud of him.

And it seems Mother Nature decided to give a break for the poor boy because it landed on the number 2.

"Well, look at that, you are very lucky because it's me," Chef commented the big guy never thought he would be so happy to not get selected from any member of the girl he did a making out session and pushed her in the direction of a Chef dressed as Serial Killer.

"Booooooo." The other 3 commented which made Owen feel a dread feeling inside, especially when Shego gave a slight remark. "Can't you trade with us? Come on, it's just for 10 minutes."

"Chef?" Owen commented in panic which thankfully for him the cook was on his side.

"Nice try, but I made the rules, and you have to follow them. No changes." Chef said as the trio of parents rolled their eyes, and Owen sighed in relief.

"Oh thank goodness," Owen said but not before realizing the evil cackling of the whole squad. "Why do I feel like I'm still going to suffer?"

"That's a feeling before war," Ron explained as he shrugged. "It happens to everyone. Nothing like a good mug of coffee and an hour of working out wouldn't solve."

(Confession – Heather)

"Great now what it just missing was both the inmate momma spy and the goofy blond dad… I can predict with my luck that I will be getting the crazy psycho, and Lindsay will have the goofy blonde..." Heather commented sarcastically which even made her blink and sigh while rolling her eyes. "No offense Izzy but that explains most of the questions I had about you, but also created a lot more which I know I won't like the answer..."

"Anyway, queen bee brat? It's your turn." Chef smirked as she didn't think she would like her odds. And at the time he didn't even let her say anything... The wheel already decided her fate. "Shego, she is yours."

"Heh, I would have preferred the fatty, but I think she could do it." The raven woman glanced at Heather as the girl already sweating from that.

"Now, me, me, me," Lindsay said as she was excited to see the wheel spinning, while Shego raised her eyebrow before she could say anything. Ron already places his hand on her mouth. He used his finger to make circle motions, which Chef rolled his eyes but decided to be very good sport with it.

"And for the blonde one..." Chef did the same thing for the last camper who in the end was marked at the number 4. "And you got Ron,"

(Confession – Lindsay)

"It's so nice for us to meet Izzy's parents, even when I meet Izzy's second mom, which I find surprising for the others looking at them weirdly," Lindsay commented as she mused herself while commenting on the camera. "Daddy's friends even had some women when they went to the parties, and some even had 5 families, but it's kinda crazy that the families never meet each other, shouldn't be like Izzy's and have them living all together?"

Lindsay shrugged, not realizing that she accidentally exposed some of his father's friends who had secret families and neither of their wives knew about it. Until that day.

Which made her daddy cry laughing while knowing that some of the rich families would be cursing him for letting his daughter go to a reality show. The chaotic situation was hilarious for him.

"Oh, that's so great." Lindsay the way she was happy, she immediately forgot the person was about to hunt her. But she was happy to meet a person that she felt more comfortable with. "So you are Izzy's dad? Do you know how she is?"

Ron looked surprised and gave a look to Kim and Chef who both shrugged. The blond man smiled at her.

"Well, she is doing better. From what we saw... She is having a lot of fun." Ron answered the question which made the black-haired wife raise her eyebrows. "Later I will tell you what she had been up to."

"Alright. We already way too much chat on here..." Chef snarled as it broke the concentration of everyone. And then by looking at the clock, he smirked and decided to explain the rules."In the exact 6 minutes and 22 seconds, we will start hunting you down. And by the way... this whole forest has some lines demarking the limits on where you can go. Passing those limits will make you have a paintball shot in the head, and that will also take you an extra point. You can use this 6 minutes of headstart...NOW."

And like a shout, it was every camper by themselves, since all they had to do is survive or get less marks for 10 minutes.

While the squad was cracking their knuckles and preparing themselves.

"So what's the wager this time?" Shego asked as Chef clapped his hands and a few interns who were trembling and carrying paintball guns and a few pen markers for the crew.

"500 bucks for the person who marked most," Chef smirked as the spy raised her eyebrows and whistled.

"Wow, you really want to mess them up." Kim commented as she was very impressed and even carried her hunting knife. "But from giving them a Mmunicator was indeed a very temptating offer. Izzy was still begging to have her own for her birthday gift."

"Which she will be probably cranky when she finds out that one of her friends had a device for their own and she doesn't" Ron commented which Shego had her eyes looking confused. "Yeah, the duo you and me got are her friends, so while I think it would be a bit overboard... It's still 500 bucks, so let's give our own, and later when the show is over we can call them for a dinner party as a way to make up for them."

And with that Shego smirked and gave a kiss on his lips.

"Ahhh, you do know how to make your wife very happy." Shego said as the group suddenly heard the beeps from their communicators and on that time. It was the time for the hunt.

And quickly the camera got a look at how fast the military squad went as they were departing, tracking down their prey.

(Gwen)

Gwen's heart pounded as she sprinted through the dense forest, her breaths ragged and desperate. The sunlight barely penetrated the thick canopy, casting eerie shadows on the ground. She glanced over her shoulder, half-expecting to see Kim hot on her trail, but the forest seemed deceptively quiet.

Suddenly, Gwen stumbled upon a small clearing. She paused to catch her breath, leaning against a tree for support. That's when she heard it—a faint rustle in the underbrush. Gwen's eyes widened in panic as Kim emerged from the shadows, her movements swift and precise. In a second, she felt her eyes wide open when she felt something pressed on her neck.

"Done. Dead." Kim smiled, as Gwen tried to move away but the military woman already grabbed the goth by the arm and twisted it, causing Gwen to flinch in pain.

"Ouch, hey what's the—" Gwen then noticed Kim turned the sleeve and with the other hand was making quick motions with the marker, like knife cuts, and Gwen immediately realized the woman was very serious about the competition. She tried to kick, but Kim took a few steps back, raising her eyebrows, then gave a smile.

"Run," Kim simply said. Gwen knew she was screwed, so she quickly followed her instincts and took off, not needing to think twice.

"Seventeen marks. And I still have seven minutes. Maybe I've been playing too much with my prey..." Kim mused as she counted for 30 seconds before shrugging. "Nah, it's been a while since I scared someone, and I don't want to lose my money."

With that, Kim quickly climbed a tree.

After a minute of running away, Gwen suddenly heard the sound of leaves rustling. She looked around, trying to see if she could spot her pursuer. Finding a piece of stick, she hoped it might help if she got lucky. But then she heard a thump behind her. Before she could react, there was the hunter she didn't want to see…

Kim pressed the marker pen against Gwen's neck, then quickly caught the stick as Gwen raised it. A low kick followed, causing Gwen to immediately lose her balance. Kim demonstrated her expertise by drawing more marker lines across Gwen's legs. When Gwen tried to get up, she saw Kim smiling, almost challenging her to make the encounter more interesting.

Gwen frantically searched for anything to help her escape. Seeing a lot of dust and an anthill nearby, she knew it was risky but grabbed a part of the anthill and threw it at Kim. Kim jumped back, executing a few backflips that left Gwen stunned.

"Do you know it's very dangerous playing with anthills?" Kim asked, cracking her fingers ominously. Gwen took the opportunity to run away once more.

As Gwen sprinted through the forest, she couldn't shake off the feeling of Kim's presence. Her mind raced, trying to devise a plan to outsmart her pursuer. But every time she thought she had a chance, Kim would reappear, reminding Gwen of her relentless skill and experience. It was a harrowing experience, one that Gwen knew would stay with her long after the challenge was over.

(Confession – Gwen)

"That's it. THE MILITARY ARE CRAZY." Gwen said in the end showed a lot of marks across her body, and even on her face, which made her eyes twitch. "Firstly they made us have a lot of garbage food, and then they dropped us in the middle of the forest AGAIN, but this time with an elite squad hunting us down because we just talked badly of his food and his not fake army stories, and this will probably will be the nightmare of us from the time we ever talk to Chef again…"

…

"I gotta say that I'm impressed." Even as Gwen was reflecting sarcastically on the terrible first part of the challenge where they would have been mentally traumatized, she never thought she would be impressed by how much commitment Chef would have made only for them. "This show still sucks, but I'm impressed by how far they would go to give us mental scars."

(Lindsay)

Lindsay's heart raced as she ran through the thick forest, her breathing becoming increasingly labored. The sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. She glanced over her shoulder, fearing that Ron was right behind her, but the forest seemed eerily still.

Suddenly, Lindsay stumbled into a small clearing. She paused, panting, and leaned against a tree for support. Just as she began to relax, she heard a faint rustle in the underbrush. Her eyes widened in fear as Ron emerged from the shadows, his movements calm and deliberate. Before she could react, a snare trap sprung, lifting her off the ground by her ankle.

"Gotcha!" Ron grinned, stepping out from behind a tree. Lindsay dangled helplessly, trying to free herself.

"Hey! This isn't fair!" Lindsay protested, flailing her arms.

"Life's not fair, blondie," Ron said with a smirk. And from the way he got near her, the military veteran already had his marker pen on his hands. "I will drop you down for 20 marks."

"But I don't want to be marked," Lindsay said pouting at the man who just raised his eyebrow.

"And what if I don't mark your face?" Ron asked which made the blonde girl think for a second while she was upside down, but then she nodded her head at him. He approached and swiftly cut her down, but not without securing her wrists with zip ties. "And in this game, you've got to think outside the box. Now arm please…"

(Confession – Lindsay)

"I think it's fair," Lindsay commented as she was with her now arm marked with a marked pen, but still she was pouting like a child who got tricked.

Lindsay sighed as she raised her arm for the man who gladly used the marker pen to cover her arm with 20 lines.

And now the girl was already with her mark of 20 lines on her left arm, she then looked around, and just found that she was alone.

"Run," Ron whispered simply behind her, which made her panic and run from her new head start.

Lindsay didn't need to be told twice. She scrambled to her feet and bolted through the forest, her mind racing for a way to escape. After a minute of frantic running, she stumbled upon a makeshift bridge made of vines and logs. Desperate, she decided to cross it.

As Lindsay carefully made her way across, she heard a snap. The bridge gave way, and she fell into a pit below, cushioned by a net. Ron appeared at the edge of the pit, looking down at her with a triumphant smile.

"Trap number two," he said, checking his watch. "Still got time for one more."

Lindsay struggled against the net, her frustration mounting. "This is so not cool!"

"Cool or not, it's effective… but don't sell yourself too short, Izzy fell for this one a lot when she was a child. It was kinda funny that I even have pictures of her failing for that." Ron replied which Lindsay blinked, and a little part of her felt a bit better, even though Ron wouldn't tell that Izzy always felt for that trap when she had 5 to not hurt the little naive girl. "Now, leg."

Lindsay pouted, as Ron once again started to mark 20 lines across the leg of the blond bombshell. So at the time, Ron looked at the clock, he knew there was time for one more trap.

As soon as she was out of the pit, he cut her free again.

"Now, run," Ron said as he could see the girl once more leaving the place, while Ron decided to open his pocket. "Hey buddies, ready to give a little surprise for the girl?"

The camera just saw little paws rising from the pocket…

Lindsay took off once more, her mind a blur of fear and determination. She knew Ron was toying with her, and it only made her more desperate to outsmart him. After a few minutes, she found herself in a dense thicket. She crouched down, trying to catch her breath and formulate a plan.

The silence was broken by the sound of twigs snapping nearby. Lindsay's heart leaped into her throat as she peered through the bushes, trying to spot Ron. But then when she saw something that she didn't expect… A naked mole-rat appeared waving at her.

"AHHHHHHHHH." Lindsay shouted as she was surprised by the little animal, and she then felt something moving, and nearby her there were other 3 naked mole-rats, and each of them pulled a little stick, triggering something under her… And suddenly, a net shot up from the ground, ensnaring her. She let out a yelp of surprise as Ron emerged from the shadows once again.

"Three for three," Ron said, looking pleased with himself. "Good job everyone."

"THAT'S NOT FAIR," Lindsay said like she was a child trying to do a tantrum, which made the veteran man chuckle at her reaction.

"Ahhh, how much I missed this feeling," Ron said as he smiled from the good times when he made rookies pissed and even his children pouting for failing on such traps. "But don't worry, time's almost up. So you know the drill."

Lindsay pouted, as she placed her arm on the whole of the net, and Ron and the group of naked moles used the marker pen to cross more 20 lines on the body.

"Let me present you Lindsay the third generation of military-armed naked mole-rats, Rusty, Nibbles, Digby, and Sandy," Ron commented as the little naked mole-rats had their marks and already placed 5 marks each.

"Hi," Lindsay said, as she pouted at the man who just finished his task, and even as the trap was over, he knew he needed to cheer the girl up.

"Hey, you did your best, but sometimes bad luck happens." Ron gave comfort to the girl, as he released her from the trap. "If you want I can tell you a few funny stories which would make you laugh."

"Sure…" Lindsay said, as she still felt a bit sore from getting captured around all the time, but she was happy that Izzy's father was very kind to her.

(Confession – Lindsay)

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I can't believe it, Izzy." Lindsay laughed in front of the cameras while she used a tissue to clean up her tears. "You did use your Seargent's extension phone to call the General Lazy Bones and go back to work. Hahahahahaha, you must have been grounded for a whole year when they told your parents about it."

(Heather)

Heather's pulse raced as she sprinted through the dense forest, the moonlight barely piercing the thick canopy above. The cool night air did little to calm her nerves as she glanced over her shoulder, half-expecting to see Shego lurking in the shadows. The forest was eerily silent, and every rustle and crack made her jump.

Suddenly, Heather stumbled into a small clearing. She paused to catch her breath, leaning against a tree for support. Just as she began to relax, she heard a faint rustle in the bushes. Her eyes widened in fear as Shego emerged from the darkness, her movements silent and predatory.

Before Heather could react, a barrage of paintballs hit her from all sides, leaving stinging welts across her body. She yelped in pain and spun around, trying to locate her attacker, but Shego was nowhere to be seen.

"Think you're safe, princess?" Shego's voice echoed through the clearing, dripping with menace. "Think again."

Heather's heart pounded in her chest as she scanned the shadows. She took a tentative step forward, only to feel a sharp tug on her ankle. She looked down just in time to see a pair of gloved hands yank her off her feet. She hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of her, and before she could recover, Shego was on her.

"Gotcha," Shego hissed, her face inches from Heather's. She straddled Heather's legs, her grip ironclad, and began marking her with the marker pen, swift and precise. Heather struggled and thrashed, but Shego's hold was unyielding.

"Get off me!" Heather spat, trying to claw at Shego's face.

"Feisty," Shego chuckled, easily dodging Heather's attempts to fight back. She grabbed Heather's wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head, using the marker to draw lines across Heather's exposed skin with the other. "But not enough."

Heather's breath came in ragged gasps as she realized how outmatched she was. Shego's presence was overwhelming, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and menace. Heather's defiance began to waver, replaced by a creeping sense of dread.

"You see," Shego continued, her voice low and threatening, "Welcome to the big leagues girl? If you think Hatch had made you in hell? You haven't seen anything yet. I'm having a great time playing with you."

With a final flourish of the marker, Shego released Heather and stood up, leaving her opponent marked and humiliated on the forest floor. Heather scrambled to her feet, her body aching and her pride bruised.

"Run," Shego commanded, her eyes never leaving Heather's. "And since I heard you are a friend of my girl, then I will give you 3 minutes of head start… But remember, I will always be right behind you… Hehehe."

Heather didn't need to be told twice. She bolted through the forest, her mind a whirlwind of fear and desperation. Every shadow seemed to hide her tormentor, every sound amplified her panic. She stumbled over roots and branches, her breath coming in desperate gasps, but she didn't dare slow down.

As she ran, Heather couldn't shake the feeling that Shego was always one step ahead, watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The forest had become a maze of nightmares, and she was trapped within it, hunted by a predator who knew no mercy.

"IZZY! YOUR FAMILY IS CRAZY." Heather shouted as she bolted towards trying to find a way to survive against a psychopath which would explain why the camper who usually would look from crazy to an idiot to a completely psychopath. But then Heather paused… thinking a few seconds about all the talks she had with Izzy, about how sometimes she would just need, one trick… "They will count the number of marks across the body… Ugh, I'm going to hate this, but to have that kind of prize would be worth any risk."

"Okay, I just need to wait for more 2 minutes and I win," Heather commented, as she was hoping and praying for the trick work, as she remained quiet in her place, and when she heard something approaching, she held her breath… But it had been only a squirrel who had been passing a girl all covered with mud and leaves, trying to use it as camouflage nearby to a low joint of leaves near her. "Stupid squirrel,"

"You know, I would have given 7 of 10 for the camouflage, but your voice exposed yourself." Then a voice made Heather roll to see the direction of the leaves, which was exactly near her… And from a lower joint, suddenly Shego appeared with so many leaves that it would have formed a cape, like showing the queen bee a demonstration on how to be invisible between your eyes. "I guess Izzy told you to use mud to make it more believable?"

Heather palled as Shego looked not amused, by seeing then something that seriously annoyed her.

"You even used the mud above the markers? Damn, that's a ballsy move from a girl who would wish death on me… But gotta respect that… You know how to adapt." Shego nodded her head, as Heather felt a slight relief. "But to make sure I will not lose my bet and I still have 1 minute left… I will have to mark your whole body again… Sorry but not sorry."

"No no no NO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Heather shouted as the animals ran away from Shego jumping and using all her arsenal to make sure the girl would be marked.

(Confession – Heather)

"UGHHHHHHH." Heather only groaned while she was marked with a few strokes on the body, she didn't say any word… Just groaned in anger.

Owen's hefty frame jiggled as he barreled through the dense forest, panting heavily with every step. His usual goofy grin was replaced by a look of sheer panic as he glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting Chef to appear out of nowhere. The forest seemed to close in around him, branches snagging at his clothes and underbrush tangling around his feet.

"Come on, Owen, you can do this," he muttered to himself between gasps for breath. "Just gotta... find a place to hide..."

He stumbled into a small clearing and spotted a large bush that looked like it might provide some cover. With a determined grunt, Owen dove into the bush, only to realize too late that his ample girth was not going to fit. The branches snapped and crackled under his weight, and he ended up sprawled on the ground, covered in leaves and twigs.

"Okay, bad idea," he groaned, trying to pull himself up. "Think, Owen, think!"

He spotted a nearby tree with a hollow at its base and decided to try his luck. Crawling on all fours, he squeezed himself into the hollow, only to find it was home to a family of raccoons. The raccoons chattered angrily and started nipping at him, causing Owen to yelp and scramble back out, his face flushed with embarrassment and scratches.

"Sorry, guys, my bad!" he called over his shoulder as he resumed his frantic run through the forest.

Just when he thought he might have a chance to escape, he heard the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps behind him. He turned his head to see Chef emerging from the shadows, wielding a paintball gun that looked more like a heavy machine gun.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite camper!" Chef bellowed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Ready for some target practice, Owen?"

Owen's eyes widened in horror as Chef lifted the monstrous paintball gun and took aim. "Oh no, not the paintballs!" he cried, picking up his pace as best as he could. "Anything but the paintballs!"

Chef let out a booming laugh and squeezed the trigger, unleashing a torrent of paintballs that peppered the trees, bushes, and, of course, Owen. The first few hits sent him stumbling, but the relentless barrage soon had him dancing in a desperate attempt to avoid the painful splats of paint.

"Ouch! Ow! Hey, that one was right on my butt!" Owen yelped, trying to shield himself with his hands. "Come on, Chef, take it easy!"

Chef showed no mercy, his laughter echoing through the forest as he continued to fire. "You're like a giant, moving target, Owen! This is too easy!"

Owen tried to find cover behind a boulder, but his bulk made it impossible to hide completely. He peeked out, only to receive a face full of paint. Spitting out the colorful mess, he decided to make a run for it again, his legs feeling like jelly.

"Alright, alright, I'll run! Just stop shooting!" he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

"You think this is bad, kid?" Chef finally ceased fire, allowing Owen a moment to catch his breath. Chef called out, a smirk on his face. "You should be grateful it's me and not Izzy's parents. They'd have you running for days and still manage to catch you!"

"Oh them? Oh man, they must be terrifying…" Owen's eyes widened further at the thought.

"Trust me, you wouldn't last a minute with them. Now, get moving before I change my mind! You have 1 minute of headstart" Chef nodded solemnly, as he gave his paintball gun to fill with more bullets.

Owen didn't need to be told twice. With a final, panicked glance over his shoulder, he took off again, his body aching but his spirit slightly lifted by the knowledge that, as bad as things were, they could always be worse. This was just another day on Total Drama Island, after all.

"TIME'S UP FATTY BOY, I'M COMING FOR YOU," Chef said as he started running after him.

Never mind, this had been a nightmare.

Needlessly to say after the 10 minutes of pure hell for the campers, and when they got back to their spots, most of them looked tired and with all the ink marks across their bodies, nobody could tell they had a hell of a morning. But at least this time instead of being a full experience of hell, Chef or at least the other military members decided to give them slack and gave the campers something to each, like potato chips, chocolate, and even a soda bottle for them to refresh themselves from the nightmare experience coming from each member… and deep inside of their minds it seems Chef Hatchet was weirdly… happy. Like showing a bit more sportsmanship, probably since it had been years he had fun with his former squad.

"Alright maggots," Chef commented as he and the elite squad came up with the papers showing the number of markers the soldiers analyzed by counting body from body how many marks they did. "From having a full count on how many ink marks you all have. Heather, you were really smart in covering a good trace of the ink with mud, and that completely covered and erased some marks which led you to 44 marks. Followed by Gwen who had 51 marks, then Lindsay with 60, and Owen with 95… Hehehehe."

"I know he cheated…The boy is a giant target that everyone could have used to win," Shego whispered while Kim rolled her eyes, but she also agreed. But a bet was a bet.

"Great to see our suffering made you very happy Chef," Heather said sarcastically which made Chef roll his eyes and immediately launched a bag to her direction which she grabbed. "What is this?"

"This will be your advantage of the next challenge," Chef said as he looked at his friend who had something in his hands, Lindsay had her eyes wide open as Ron came and placed it under the floor. "Let me present to you all the third generation of the naked mole-rat squad, grandchildren of their predecessor who helped us so much when we were in our operations in our youth Rufus, sadly is too tired that he retired himself to not participate with us."

Chef, Ron, Kim, and even Shego took their berets and placed them in front of their chest as a minute of silence for their comrade which would help them and probably would be watching the episode when they return from the mission.

Heather looked weirdly at the other campers who just shrugged, but then she opened the back only to see what would be the little group of weird naked mole rats, each of them had a tiny keychain tied to their neck.

"Rusty, Nibbles, Digby, and Sandy" Chef once again commented as the queen bee noticed that each mole-rat had their unique appearance, some having a slightly different shade of pink mark on their naked bodies, and Sandy to prove she was the female of the group had a red laço tied on it's head. "Each of them had a key chain with a number which each of you had from the last phase, so you better have memorized your number, because at soon this little squad run, your objective is to hunt them down and take their key chain with your number in it."

Chef explained what would be another challenge that would be different from whatever torture he had made from the first time he gave a challenge to them... Heather opened her bag and her eyes went wide open and found what would be a little portable device that looked like the ones they were holding, but the appearance looked more like a watch.

"As an advantage, you have a device to track down the keychains, which if you use it right, you will not only be able to locate your keychain but also the others as well," Chef commented as indeed the advantage was enough to make Heather give a slight smirk on her face. "But also inside of the bag you have a smoke bomb which always can make them dizzy, but be warned they have been trained into how to identify them, so you cannot waste your opportunity which you only have one chance with it."

"Okay. Now I'm starting to like this challenge." Heather was now with a very interesting advantage, knowing how she passed a little humiliation but still managed to win an extra step to win a Communicator/PDA. Oh, she was going to love to see how her popularity was across the internet.

"Great, while we have to deal with special forces naked mole-rats, Heather will have all that fancy military stuff to help her win this challenge?" Gwen asked annoyed when the militaries rolled their eyes.

"My children would only need 1 hour, 2 tops to find them and capture them, without even the equipment help," Kim commented as she gave a stare while Chef continued.

"I didn't set up a time limit for this challenge, but there is a catch... The first 2 who managed to catch their keychains will pass to the final phase." Chef commented as Owen gulped, and Gwen narrowed her eyes. Lindsay looked apprehensive while Heather smirked. "Now squad march."

And from the sudden order. The naked mole rats immediately separated and the top 4 blinked in surprise to see the military animals left the entire area. And the next minute they disappeared.

"Now, good luck soldiers, you all are going to need it," Chef smirked as the campers suddenly realized something. The soldiers were leaving.

"Wait, are you going to leave us here alone?" Lindsay asked as Owen paled while Chef simply scoffed.

"Why would you need us now? You all are fed, rested, and ready for your own hunt." Chef commented as the sound of the helicopter was approaching and suddenly a rope later appeared as Kim, Ron, and Shego jumped and went above it while Chef gave a final speech to the campers. "You were the prey, now you all are the predators, good luck soldiers... You're going to need it."

And with that Chef and his whole squad flew away from the helicopter and once more leaving the campers alone with their own objective.

As the helicopter disappeared into the sky, the campers stood in stunned silence. Heather immediately activated her tracking device, while the others watched in a mix of awe and frustration.

"So, what now?" Owen asked, still trying to know what to do.

"I don't know about you, but me, I have a naked mole-rat to capture," Heather said as she smirked and then gave a look at the numbers where it was each number. And she was at such an advantage that she couldn't help but smirk at the group. "It's so sad that you don't have this… Well, good luck."

"Heather wait," Lindsay called which made the queen bee stop… "Can you tell me where is mine?"

Heather blinked, but then she looked at her friend, and if it was any other person, she would have scoffed but since it was her best friend… She sighed and then looked at the advice where the number 4 is.

"It went on that way," Heather pointed in the direction where the track pointed, and Lindsay smiled and gave a hug to her best friend, and immediately tried to go after her own naked mole. When she looked at the goth and the chubby boy, then something clicked in her mind… "If you are wondering where is yours, the number 1 went on that way, and the number 2 on that way."

"Why are you helping us?" Gwen asked suspiciously, which Heather had a good memory of what Izzy had commented before, and a plan that simply had worked for the queen bee so far…

The goth is the last fish. She needs to divide and let the goth continue alone.

"If we finish this challenge quickly I will take a shower, so I will be glad to end this faster, and I will be glad if you two end your challenge fast as well, so the quicker we finish this, the better," Heather said as she continued with her sour mode, she didn't hate the goth girl, and she was always annoyed by the fat boy, so that wouldn't be much to be suspicious about.

Gwen nodded her head, and immediately left the area going after her way, which Owen was about to leave.

"Owen wait," Heather called as the big guy stopped, and Heather smirked at him. "Want some help to catch your naked mole-rat?"

"Oh, that's so great for you to help me out Heather, but why aren't you going to catch yours?" Owen asked which the queen bee already had a plan on her mind.

"Because you can also help me to catch mine you doofus, I help you and you help me," Heather commented as Owen looked a bit unsure, and Heather decided to have another idea. "If I ask Izzy in the future to order her dad's Nacos would you help me?"

"Only if it's right now." Owen suddenly changed his mood and immediately was willing to help Heather.

"Oh that's perfect," Heather commented and she gave a glance to Lindsay's direction and she couldn't help but grimace a little.

(Confession - Heather)

"Okay, I know what people may have been wondering, but come on, Lindsay already left, and I couldn't let the goth alone with the fatso, if I didn't give the direction of their mole rats, Gwen would have planned to work together and that would probably mess up with my chances of victory, so why not separate her from him and use this a victory for us both, and then I rip the prize for myself?" Heather said as she was filling her nails. But then she gave a serious look on the camera. "Sorry Lindsay, this idea just came when you already left, you should have stayed a bit longer. But still, I wish you good luck,"

(Gwen)

Gwen wandered through the forest, her frustration growing with each passing minute. Unlike Heather and Owen, she didn't have a tracker to help her find her mole-rat. The dense underbrush and towering trees made the search feel almost impossible.

"Of course, Heather gets the tracker," Gwen muttered to herself, brushing a branch out of her face. "This is going to take forever."

She continued her search, relying on her instincts and any small clues she could find. Every rustle in the bushes or flicker of movement caught her attention, but each time it turned out to be nothing more than a bird or a squirrel.

"This is hopeless," Gwen sighed, taking a moment to sit on a fallen log and catch her breath. "How am I supposed to find a tiny, military-trained mole rat in this huge forest?"

Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a small, subtle movement near a patch of wildflowers. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw a tiny female naked mole-rat, distinct with a tiny bow on its head, peeking out from behind a rock.

"There you are," Gwen whispered, a smile of relief spreading across her face. She slowly stood up and began to approach the mole-rat, careful not to startle it.

The mole rat seemed unaware of Gwen's presence as it sniffed around the flowers. Gwen crept closer, her steps light and deliberate. Just as she was about to reach out and grab the mole rat, she felt a sudden yank on her ankle.

"What the—" Gwen exclaimed as a net trap sprung up, hoisting her into the air and leaving her dangling upside down. She struggled against the ropes, her hair falling over her face.

From her awkward position, she saw the mole rat standing a few feet away. To her astonishment, the tiny creature seemed to wave at her, its little paw moving back and forth in a mocking gesture.

"You've got to be kidding me," Gwen muttered, narrowing her eyes at the mole-rat. "Bad girl mole-rat! Very bad girl!"

The mole rat squeaked in response, almost as if it were laughing at her. Gwen let out a frustrated groan, swinging slightly in the net as she tried to figure out how to get down.

"This is just perfect," Gwen grumbled, reaching into her pocket to find something sharp. "If I ever get out of this, that mole-rat is going to pay."

She managed to pull out a small pocket knife and began sawing at the ropes. It took several minutes, but finally, the net gave way, and Gwen tumbled to the ground with a thud.

"Ow," she muttered, rubbing her sore shoulder. She glanced around but saw no sign of the mole rat. "Great. Back to square one."

Despite the setback, Gwen was determined not to give up. She dusted herself off and set out again, keeping her eyes peeled for any sign of the elusive, military-trained mole rat that had managed to outsmart her. This time, she was ready for anything.

(Camp Wawanakwa)

Over Camp Wawanakwa, the sun reached at the top of the morning at the rustic dining area where Kim, Chef Hatchet, Ron, and Shego sat at the main Lodge where usually the campers would pass the time eating 3 times per day while looking on the terrible food they would always have eaten on their time. MRE's. Gray, lumpy mystery meat that moved, gray pasta, and a suspiciously gelatinous dessert.

"Bon appétit," Chef Hatchet grunted, taking a seat with a resigned expression. "Hope you're ready for a trip down memory lane."

"So, this is what the campers eat, huh?"Kim eyed the unappetizing spread with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Had been years since we ate stuff like that.

"Man, this brings back memories. But honestly, it's not the worst thing I've ever had."Ron picked up his fork and poked at the gray pasta.

"This is up there with the worst, though."Shego took a cautious bite of the meat, immediately grimacing. "Man, I kinda remember all the times the squads had to vomit on the first day before taking a long time to get used to it."

"Oh yeah, that brings us terrible memories." Chef Hatchet chuckled, taking a bite himself. "And to be honest, I think it could have been worse than the Chef who did for us."

"Ah, like the time when they made us to eat pigeon mystery meat?" Kim laughed, which made the whole squad, even Chef Hatchet shiver from those memories. Shaking her head. "I can't believe the campers complained to eat this."

"I think my taste buds just committed mutiny decades ago."Shego rolled her eyes, as she finished her plate while she just shrugged off the terrible food that she usually was so used to. "But still I can't believe the food prison was better than this. I think the military had the worst budget,"

"Oh, don't start."The squad rolled their eyes, and in a few seconds, the squad was already with their plates empty, which usually would have been impossible to see any camper to watch it without vomiting.

Just then, Chef Hatchet stood up and clapped his hands.

"Alright, enough of this nostalgia trip. Time for the real deal." The squad looked up in surprise as Chef Hatchet brought out a tray covered with a pristine white cloth. With a flourish, he removed the cloth to reveal four perfectly cooked steaks, accompanied by roasted vegetables and a decadent-looking chocolate cake for dessert.

"Now this is more like it," Kim said, her eyes lighting up.

"Steak? Here?" Ron exclaimed, his mouth already watering.

"Finally, something worth eating."Shego leaned back, a satisfied smirk on her face. "This is what I have been fighting for. The true patriotism."

"And for love Shego." Ron corrected which made the spy roll her eyes, but give a quick peek on his cheek.

Chef Hatchet grinned as he sat back down.

"Consider this as a reward for all the trash we've eaten in the past. And trust me, this is worth it."Chef felt like a veteran, the good memories they had while serving together indeed were shown as a good time he never felt more relaxed. Even as the challenges had been stressing and he had to deal with those bunch of ingrate teenagers. It felt so refreshing to be a military man and with his squad again. He couldn't help but cheer up and have his good friends and squad together. Chef Hatchet raised his own glass, a rare smile on his face. "To old friends and good food."

The group clinked their glasses together, laughing and reminiscing as they enjoyed their meal. For a moment, the hardships of the past were a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of camaraderie and the simple pleasure of a well-cooked meal.

(Lindsay)

Lindsay wandered through the forest with a mix of determination and confusion. Without the tracker, finding her naked mole-rat felt like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"I wish Heather was here to help," she mused, carefully stepping over a fallen branch. "She's so good at this stuff."

She continued her search, her eyes darting from side to side as she looked for any signs of the elusive mole rat. Every rustle and flicker of movement caught her attention, but it was always just a bird or a squirrel.

"Oh, come on," Lindsay pouted, placing her hands on her hips. "Where are you, little mole-rat?"

Just as she was about to lose hope, she spotted a small, tan creature scurrying near a cluster of rocks. Her heart leaped with excitement.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, quickly but quietly moving towards the mole-rat.

The mole-rat, oblivious to Lindsay's presence, continued to dig around the rocks. Lindsay crept closer, trying to be as silent as possible. Just as she was about to grab the mole rat, she felt a sudden tug at her feet.

"What—" Lindsay yelped as a net trap sprung up, hoisting her into the air. She dangled upside down, her blonde hair cascading down around her face.

From her upside-down position, Lindsay saw the mole rat standing a few feet away. It seemed to look at her curiously, tilting its head as if wondering what she was doing.

"Oh no," Lindsay muttered, trying to reach the ropes holding her up. "Not good, not good!"

She struggled in the net, but her movements only caused it to sway more. The mole-rat, seemingly unfazed by her predicament, continued its business, occasionally glancing at her with what Lindsay swore was a smug look.

"Can somebody help me?" Lindsay called out, hoping someone might hear her. But the forest remained silent except for the distant chirping of birds.

"Great, just great," she sighed, trying to find a way to cut herself free. But unlike Gwen, she didn't have a pocket knife or anything sharp. She was completely stuck.

"This is so not fair," Lindsay groaned, feeling helpless as she dangled there. "I just wanted to find my mole-rat."

As minutes turned into what felt like hours, Lindsay's frustration grew. She could see the mole rat occasionally darting around, almost taunting her with its freedom.

"Ugh, this is going to take a while," Lindsay muttered, resigning herself to her predicament. She hoped that someone would find her soon, but until then, she was stuck, a helpless captive of the forest's traps.

(The Aquarium)

As the afternoon happened, usually the cave would have been empty from the lack of the Killer Bass team remaining on the show, but it didn't seem the case since the hot tub was still working. And having a military squad already enjoying the good opportunity Chef made for himself and his friends.

Kim and Shego lounged on either side of Ron, who had his arms comfortably draped around both women. The trio leaned back, eyes closed, letting the soothing heat of the water work its magic on their tired muscles.

Chef Hatchet sat nearby, a plush towel draped over his shoulders as he flipped through a French magazine. His usually stern expression was softened by the relaxation, a rare sight for anyone who knew him.

The bubbling water created a calming symphony, blending with the occasional rustle of leaves and distant calls of night birds. The squad was enveloped in a peaceful silence, each member fully immersed in the moment.

The hot tub's warmth and the quiet company of friends offered a perfect contrast to the day's earlier chaos. For now, there were no challenges to face, no tricks to outsmart, and no plans to hatch—just a shared sense of contentment and the gentle embrace of the hot tub's soothing waters.

(Heather and Owen)

Heather and Owen crept through the forest, following the tracking device's signal. They moved cautiously, careful not to make any noise that might alert the naked mole-rat.

"There it is," Heather whispered, spotting the mole rat's telltale movement near a fallen log. Owen nodded, trying to stifle his excitement.

The mole-rat, sensing their presence, darted into the underbrush. Heather and Owen exchanged a quick glance and silently agreed to split up, hoping to corner the elusive creature.

Just as they closed in, the mole rat sprung a trap. A hidden vine snapped up, tripping Heather and causing Owen to stumble. The mole rat scurried away, leaving the duo tangled in the underbrush.

"Ugh, that sneaky little rodent," Heather grumbled as she untangled herself.

"Sorry, Heather," Owen apologized, helping her up.

"Let's try again. This time, we'll be more careful," Heather said, determination in her eyes. One thing was being humiliated by a military woman expert in stealth, but being tricked by a naked rat? Oh, that's game on.

Heather and Owen regrouped and decided on a new tactic: flanking. They moved in a wide arc, hoping to catch the mole-rat between them.

"There it is again," Owen whispered, pointing to a small mound of dirt where the mole rat had resurfaced.

They moved in slowly, with Heather approaching from the left and Owen from the right. Just as they were about to pounce, the mole-rat dashed into a narrow burrow.

Heather and Owen lunged, only to collide with each other, their hands grasping empty air. The mole-rat's high-pitched squeak seemed almost mocking as it disappeared underground.

"This is harder than I thought," Owen admitted, rubbing his shoulder.

"We'll get it. Let's think of something else," Heather replied, her mind racing with ideas.

For their third attempt, Heather devised a plan to distract the mole-rat. She found a piece of fruit and set it out as bait, hoping to lure the creature into the open.

"Now we wait," Heather said, hiding behind a tree with Owen.

After a few tense minutes, the mole rat emerged, its nose twitching as it sniffed the air. It cautiously approached the fruit, and Heather signaled Owen to get ready.

Just as they were about to make their move, the mole-rat sprang another trap. A small net, cleverly hidden under leaves, snapped up, ensnaring Owen and leaving him dangling from a branch.

"Owen!" Heather exclaimed, rushing to help him down. The mole-rat, meanwhile, escaped once again.

"I'm sorry, Heather," Owen said, his face red with embarrassment.

"I can't believe it, a mole-rat has made us look like a bunch of idiots," Heather stomped her feet, she could even imagine how everyone probably would be laughing at her, and she even worked together with another person to help her to capture… She needed to use her smoke bomb, however looking at how the animals always were smart and even trained with military expertise… she needed once again to think of resources. Until an idea appeared in her head. "Huh, I think I have one last trick in my sleeve."

She looked at Owen who nervously farted which made Heather smirk at the poor creature who doesn't know the smoke bomb she was about to use now this time.

They tracked the mole-rat to a small hole in the ground. And with Owen sitting in on the same hole the creature just got inside, Heather smiled.

"NOW OWEN." Heather gave a command which Owen hesitated a bit, but with all his concentration he released a fart so loud that it echoed towards the tunnels of the hole which immediately made Heather hold her nose with her fingers, while she looked at a nearby hole which the ground even seemed to shake and A moment later, the mole-rat shot out of the hole, its eyes wide with terror. It stumbled, dazed and disoriented, right into Heather's waiting hands.

"Gotcha!" Heather exclaimed triumphantly, holding the keyhole number 2 on it. "It seems now this is yours."

"Thanks, Heather, I will never forget this." Owen quickly got up and gave a crushing hug which made the queen bee couldn't breathe.

"Can't breathe, stop it, Owen," Heather said annoyed that Owen immediately released the girl, which made her with her face on the floor. "Ughh…"

(Camp Wawanakwa)

The sun was beginning to set over Camp Wawanakwa, casting long shadows across the makeshift sparring ring set up near the edge of the camp. Chef Hatchet and Ron stood facing each other, both in relaxed but ready stances.

Chef, with his imposing frame and military bearing, launched a series of quick, precise strikes. Each punch and kick was delivered with the efficiency and power of his combat training. Ron, however, responded with the playful agility of the monkey-style Kung Fu, dodging and weaving with a fluid grace that contrasted sharply with Chef's direct approach.

Ron grinned as he darted around Chef, occasionally landing a light tap that was more tickle than strike, earning a grunt of annoyance from his opponent. Chef countered with a low sweep, trying to catch Ron off balance, but the younger man leaped nimbly out of the way, using his momentum to spring back into position.

The two continued their sparring, the clash of their different styles creating a dynamic and engaging battle. Chef's military strikes were met with Ron's unpredictable, almost whimsical movements. The intensity of their sparring grew, and both men were fully immersed in the exercise.

Nearby, Kim and Shego were engaged in their own bout. The two women moved with practiced precision, their strikes, and counters reflecting years of experience and mutual respect. Their sparring sessions often ended in a tie, and today was no different as they matched each other blow for blow.

Back in the main ring, Chef and Ron's sparring reached its climax. Both fighters, sensing an opportunity, launched simultaneous kicks aimed at each other's chest. The impact sent both of them stumbling back, winded but grinning.

"Not bad, Ron. Still sharp," Chef nodded in acknowledgment, a rare smile breaking his usual stern demeanor.

"Thanks, Hatch. Same to you." Ron, cleaning up the dust but still pleased, returned the nod. "Still sharp like the old days."

As they caught their breath, Kim and Shego finished their session, walking over to join them. The four friends stood together, sweaty and tired but enjoying the camaraderie of their shared practice.

The sparring session had ended in ties, but the bonds of friendship and mutual respect had grown stronger, each member of the squad appreciating the challenge and the chance to keep their skills sharp. It was like they forgot they had been filmed while in the middle of the camp.

(Heather and Owen)

Heather and Owen, now a little wiser, set out to capture the second mole-rat with Heather's keychain. They moved through the forest with even greater caution, keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of the elusive creature.

"There it is!" Owen whispered, pointing to a mole rat scurrying near a cluster of rocks. This time, the mole-rat wasn't heading into a hole.

Heather signaled Owen to stay put while she moved to encircle the mole-rat. She crept silently, using the natural cover of the forest to stay hidden. Just as she was about to pounce, the mole rat sensed her presence and dashed off in a zigzag pattern, evading her grasp.

"Ugh, it's like it has a sixth sense!" Heather fumed as she rejoined Owen.

"We'll get it, Heather. Let's try a different approach," Owen suggested.

Determined to catch the mole rat, Heather, and Owen decided to use their speed and coordination to outmaneuver the agile creature. They positioned themselves on opposite sides of a clearing where the mole-rat was foraging.

"On three, we charge," Heather instructed. "One, two, three!"

They both sprinted towards the mole-rat, hoping to trap it between them. However, the mole-rat was quicker than anticipated. It leaped over a log and darted away, leaving Heather and Owen grasping at empty air once again.

"Dang it, it's like trying to catch a greased pig!" Owen exclaimed, frustrated.

"We need to think smarter, not harder," Heather said, her mind racing for a new plan.

For their third attempt, Heather decided to set up a decoy and trap. She found a piece of bright fabric and laid it out on the ground, hoping to attract the mole rat's attention. They then hid behind some bushes, waiting for the mole rat to investigate.

Sure enough, the mole rat approached the fabric, curious. Heather and Owen tensed, ready to spring the trap. Just as the mole-rat got close, it suddenly veered away, sensing something was amiss. The trap sprung, but it caught only the edge of the fabric, missing the mole-rat entirely.

"Great, we need something even more enticing," Heather muttered, feeling the frustration mounting. She then glanced at Owen's shirt and a lightbulb went off in her head. "I've got an idea. Give me your shirt."

Heather and Owen set up their final trap. They laid Owen's shirt on the ground, making it look like a harmless piece of discarded clothing. Inside the shirt, Heather carefully placed a smoke bomb.

"Are you sure this will work?" Owen asked, slightly worried.

"Trust me, Owen. This will do the trick," Heather said confidently.

They hid behind a large tree, watching as the mole rat cautiously approached the shirt. The creature sniffed around, not noticing the hidden smoke bomb. As it began to rummage through the shirt, Heather triggered the bomb.

A cloud of smoke erupted, enveloping the mole-rat. Disoriented and dizzy, the mole rat staggered around, unable to see clearly. Heather wasted no time. She darted forward and grabbed the mole-rat, triumphantly holding up the keychain with her number on it.

"Yes! Got it!" Heather exclaimed, a victorious smile spreading across her face. "See, I told you we'd get it. And with this…"

"Alright everyone, it seems the keychains number 2 and 3 have been found and activated… The second phase of the challenge is over." Wade's voice came towards from all the speakers, which made all the campers understand when the challenge would be over. And with that, the military squad going to return to greet the winners of the second phase.

"So that's how they captured the Serial Killer?" Shego asked as both her husband and wife gave a summary of what happened from the episode where Izzy got hurt emotionally, from the look on her face, the woman was already cracking her knuckles, but it seemed from learning from her lovers, that everything was in control. "So what happened next Hatch?"

"Well we hired a few cadets from the police academy, which have been a new asset on the show, amateur squad, but since they are rookies, the campers had been their nightmare, not mine anymore." Chef shrugged as he was happy to not worry about the security of the campers, but he saw Kim and Ron looking around.

"So where are they?" Ron asked and Chef rolled his eyes.

"They had a few days off from the last challenge, and it seems one of the cadets had been having trouble from breaking up with a coconut," Chef commented as he got a glance from his friends. " Don't ask, even I don't try to question the craziness on this show, and if I ask more than I should I think I will get insane."

"I hope that's not contagious," Kim commented as Chef rolled his eyes.

"I would be sure that Izzy was the patient zero," Hatched replied which made Kim and Ron raise their finger, but then drop it.

"He got you both there," Shego commented as Ron narrowed a bit of his eyes, and then gave a slap on her ass which made her yelp. "Oh, you little…"

"Now now, remember, kids are watching us," Ron commented while the group walked towards the remaining campers who survived… Gwen looked tired and was already with her body on the bed, Lindsay was sitting while looking sad.

Heather and Owen were happy with they are being the first ones and even the only ones to manage to catch the keychains, which probably the plan of Heather worked well so far.

"Soldiers, congratulations for managing to accomplish the task of capturing the keychains, but that doesn't mean that this will help you all on the final part of the challenge," Chef commented as the naker mole-rats were back on the pocket of one of the military members, while Chef could see the remaining losers who couldn't accomplish the task. "Now this challenge will be about a task of pure will, stamina, and despair for you both, depending on the situation you are in right now."

"What?" Both Owen and Heather asked while Lindsay and Gwen gave a glance at Chef who was smirking, bringing behind his back what would be a ball made of metal.

"Soldiers let me present you a final military game which we like to call...

"Paint bomb tag." Kim, Ron, and Shego said in unison with Chef as both Heather and Owen palled because the object on the bulky military Chief was massive. And there was a timer writing 10 minutes on it."If you ever played tag before, then you know the rules, however, this one has a catch... The person holding this ball is it... But every time the person became the new 'it' had to freeze for ten seconds."

Owen and Heather glanced at each other, while Gwen and Lindsay became slightly relieved to not be part of such a crazy challenge.

"If you look around you will notice that this perimeter had been marked in red lines to form a square, which this area will be the only place you will be able to run... Crossing outside of the area will make you a quitter of the challenge." Chef explained as Gwen, Lindsay, Heather, and Owen noticed that indeed there was a red line mark passing away from the bunk beds, which Owen and Heather were inside of an area of red line. "As you see, this ball has a timer, which is the exact number time limit and it will explode at the end and the loser will be covered in paint, and let me tell you, it will take hours of shower to clean up all the ink on you."

Gulp, both Heather and Owen were bow terrified, while Lindsay and Gwen now felt like a relief they never thought they would have. A pressure of holding a time bomb? This was pure madness.

"As for you the remaining maggots, you should leave now, unless you want to get caught by the explosion." Chef Hatchet ordered, which made both girls get up and follow the military squad while leaving both the big guy and the queen bee alone with Chef... "Now, you fat boy, you will be the one holding the bomb."

"Why me?" Owen asked in panic while Heather felt a huge relief, but not for so long.

"Because the despaired people would do anything to survive. So let's see how you will do it by holding this bomb." Chef narrowed his eyes and then pressed the bomb. "The challenge starts now."

Owen felt his eyes shrink as he then suddenly heard the beep sounds of the second passing by, Heather immediately ran in panic because now she didn't want to be tagged, lose the prize, and worst of all, get covered in ink.

The true game has just begun.

Owen, driven by the ticking clock and his desperation, lunged towards Heather with surprising agility for his size. Heather dodged nimbly, sprinting into the forest with Owen hot on her heels. Despite his weight slowing him down, Owen's determination pushed him to keep pace with Heather.

Heather glanced around, spotting a large rock. She clambered onto it, the bomb still beeping behind her. Owen followed, his determination driving him forward. Heather jumped down from the rock, landing softly on the forest floor, and Owen, without hesitation, followed. They moved through the forest, the bomb's beeping growing louder with each passing second. Heather's mind raced, searching for any advantage she could find. She spotted a narrow stream and dashed towards it, hoping the water would slow Owen down.

Heather splashed across the stream, her feet slipping on the wet rocks. Owen, however, was relentless. He charged through the water, the bomb's beeping growing louder with each passing second. Heather knew she had to act fast. She glanced around, spotting a dense thicket nearby. She dashed towards it, hoping to lose Owen in the underbrush.

Heather spotted a narrow path winding through the forest and made a split-second decision. She sprinted down the path, hoping it would give her an edge. The path twisted and turned, the underbrush closing in around them. Heather pushed herself harder, knowing time was running out. Owen was right behind her, his determination unwavering. They reached a small clearing, the bomb's beeping echoing in the still air.

Heather stumbled, her foot catching on a root. She fell to the ground, and Owen was finally able to touch her and place the bomb on her hand.

"Tag you're it," Owen said as he ran away the fast as he could.

She froze, her eyes wide with panic. Owen backed away, his breath coming in heavy gasps. He had survived another round, but he knew the game was far from over. Which made Heather count 10 to 0 and go after him.

It didn't take long until she found once again Owen trying to hide into a tree trunk, so she smiled and placed the bomb above his back.

"HEY," Owen shouted while Heather ran away.

"TAG, YOU'RE IT." Heather ran away, which made Owen blink and realize the bomb was on his back and he needed to wait for 10 seconds before going after her.

Heather counted the seconds in her head, her body trembling with exhaustion. As soon as her time was up, she scrambled to her feet, the bomb beeping ominously behind her, Owen was approaching her. The forest around them seemed to close in, the tension palpable. Heather glanced around, looking for any way to escape. She spotted another large rock and made a beeline for it, hoping to use it as cover.

Owen followed closely, his eyes locked onto her. Heather reached the rock and climbed onto it, while she looked Owen was still with the bomb in his hands. She knew she had to act fast. She jumped down from the rock, landing softly on the forest floor. Owen followed, his determination driving him forward.

They moved through the forest, the bomb's beeping growing louder with each passing second. Heather's mind raced, searching for any advantage she could find. She spotted another narrow stream and dashed towards it, hoping the water would slow Owen down. Heather splashed across the stream, her feet slipping on the wet rocks. Owen, however, was relentless. He charged through the water, the bomb's beeping growing louder with each passing second.

Heather knew she had to act fast. She glanced around, spotting a dense thicket nearby. She dashed towards it, hoping to lose Owen in the underbrush. Owen followed closely, his eyes locked onto her. They moved through the dense foliage, the bomb's beeping echoing in the still air. Heather's mind raced, searching for any advantage she could find.

She spotted a narrow path winding through the forest and made a split-second decision. She sprinted down the path, hoping it would give her an edge. The path twisted and turned, the underbrush closing in around them. Heather pushed herself harder, knowing time was running out. Owen was right behind her, his determination unwavering. They reached a small clearing, the bomb's beeping echoing in the still air.

Heather stumbled, her foot catching on a root. She fell to the ground, the bomb slipping from her grasp. Owen saw his chance. He lunged forward, and placed the bomb into Heather's hands. She froze, her eyes wide with panic.

"TAG," Owen said as he ran away, while Heather started to curse him for all the problems she was having.

She was exhausted, but after everything she did to track Owen, she managed to finally have him breathing heavily, and then when he didn't realize, it was too late, the time was running out. Finally, Heather saw her chance. She stumbled, making it look genuine, Heather kicked Owen's belly, as she placed the bomb on Owen's face, and at the time he crouched, with the last few seconds ticking away, Owen's face turned to one of realization and defeat. Heather ran away in a safe distance.

Heather stood a few feet away, panting heavily but with a triumphant smirk on her face as the bomb's final beep sounded, signaling the end of the game. She had won.

"Great Canadian Cheese, it's over for…" That was the final words Owen could say before the bomb hit the number zero…

The explosion was so loud that it echoed to the entire forest, while a good part of the area was covered in green ink.

The campfire flickered, casting eerie shadows across the faces of the remaining campers. Owen sat off to the side, scrubbing furiously at the remnants of green paint that stubbornly clung to his skin. Despite his best efforts, faint streaks of green marred his usually cheerful face, making his expression even more despondent.

Heather and Lindsay huddled together, examining the Heathermunicator she had won as a prize with the immunity, Kim was there to give the instructions with Wade also giving support on how to use it. Lindsay watched intently as Heather fiddled with the buttons, trying to figure out its various functions as well, she was happy for her best friend since she promised that she also could use it to talk with her family.

Gwen leaned against a nearby tree, her arms crossed and a look of exasperation on her face. The chaos of the day had worn her down, and she was in no mood for any more drama. She was feeling too much tired of everything.

Chef Hatchet stood by the campfire, his imposing figure framed by the dancing flames. He held a plate with two marshmallows, ready for the elimination ceremony. Behind him, Shego and Ron stood quietly, their expressions unreadable… while they didn't try to flirt with each other by their glances.

Chef glanced around at the assembled campers, his stern gaze lingering on each of them for a moment before he spoke.

"Alright, listen up, maggots," Chef began, his voice carrying a commanding tone. "You all know what happens here. Normally, you'd be voting someone off. But this time, I'm making the call."

The campers exchanged shocked glances. Before anyone could protest, Chef raised a hand to silence them.

"First off, Gwen," Chef said, turning his intense gaze on her. "You underestimated your opponent. Kim had more years of experience than you have been born, and you should have known that. In this game, you need to act alone at times, but when it comes to my military challenges, there are also moments where teamwork is crucial. Do you forget how I separated the Killer Bass as squads? Because a squad always uses teamwork. But you didn't grasp that. You as the last Bass should either have the drive to win or not… And from my eyes, you didn't have the drive to win."

Gwen's face looked in shock, from looking at how Chef pointed out all the mistakes she made, and her face fell, and she looked down, unable to meet Chef's eyes.

"Lindsay," Chef continued, moving on. "Even with your difficulties, you should've known better than to try and track someone without the skills to do so. When you need help, seek it. And falling into a trap multiple times? In a military challenge, you should always be aware of the possibility of traps."

Lindsay's eyes widened in realization, nodding slightly as she absorbed Chef's words.

"Owen," Chef said, finally turning to the big guy. "You've made it far, which surprised many. But let's be honest, it was Heather's plan that got you here. You played well, but today wasn't your day."

Owen nodded, his expression a mix of disappointment and understanding.

"I called you out on your mistakes because you need to understand them. This is why I've made my decision." Chef looked around at the campers, his eyes sharp."The top 3 will only be the best of the best, from determination, from creativity, from sheer will, and from the group… I don't need to tell twice, but Owen and Lindsay, you two are moving on to the final three with Heather."

"Gwen, you're out. You are not a one-woman army, go see your squad again. Take your stuff and get out of the island."The announcement left the campers in stunned silence. Chef turned to Gwen, his expression firm.

Gwen stood up slowly, nodding in resignation.

"I understand," she said quietly, walking away from the campfire. To get her stuff and take the boat of losers.

Chef held out the plate with the marshmallows to Owen and Lindsay.

"Congratulations. You've made it to the final three. Now get some rest. In 3 day's challenge is going to be even tougher. And Chris will be back, now go to sleep and tomorrow will be another day."

The campers dispersed, leaving the campfire burning as a silent witness to the night's events.

"CUT" One of the cameramen commented as the interns and the crew cleaned their sweat, it had been a long day of work, and it had been a good episode so far.

Ron whistled.

"Damn Chef, that was tough," Ron commented as both Kim and Shego nodded their heads in agreement. "So these are the top 3… well, I have to say, they are survivors."

"Yeah, even as the girl Gwen seemed to be lacking the drive, she was interesting. Sadly she didn't make it." Kim commented as Chef gave a water glass to each member of his friends.

"She would have lost the final challenge anyway, Chris was crazy when it comes to absurd challenges." Chef shrugged as Shego drank the whole glass of water. "Alright, Shego time for you to return to prison."

"Hahahahaha, ah Hatch, it's so cute for you thinking you can take me down and force me to return there." Shego smiled but then she felt something hitting her on the neck… And when she took it out… It was a tranquilizer dart and the person who aimed at her was nobody other than her wife. "Oh you b…"

"Don't worry, you will get a visit from us later," Kim said as she kissed her forehead while her spy wife was knocked out…

"It's crazy that it always ends up like this," Ron commented to his best friend who just rolled his eyes.

"It's your wives Ron, and it's your problem. Now let's go catch the helicopter and take her to the prison again." Chef smirked and the group once again went back to their ordinary lives…

While Chris had no idea why the ratings of the episode of that day became the best episode of the season so far.