THE LAND OF FIRE AND ICE
PART 2
DAY 1: HEKLA CAMP
(The Hekla tribe are seen hiking the vast treeless landscape, having left the forest half an hour ago. Jake leads the way, map in hand. Everybody else trails right behind him, except Cajun Fox, who is seen limping a fair distance behind his tribe, visibly sulking. We see a close-up of his toe; it is red and swollen. He regularly attempts to catch up to the rest of the group, but at the expense of great pain in his toe. Daphne glances back at him with empathy. She reluctantly decides to wait on him to catch up. He notices this, and looks perplexed.)
DAPHNE: You okay, fox?
CAJUN FOX: Been better. How 'boutchu, darlin'?
DAPHNE: Darlin'?
CAJUN FOX: It's not harassment, it's just how we talk in the bayou.
DAPHNE: Your toe looks broken ... like, badly.
CAJUN FOX: Yeahhh I'm guessin' the adrenaline is startin' to wear off.
DAPHNE: You need medic, dude. Some bandages, a bit of morphine-
CAJUN FOX: (chuckling) I ain't no wuss. I once fell out of a plane and walked it off without a scratch. My toe will heal on its own.
(Daphne raises her eyebrows at Cajun Fox, doubting his so-called miraculous survival experience.)
DAPHNE: Was the plane by chance flying a foot from the ground?
CAJUN FOX: No? It-
DAPHNE: Was that "plane" a fair ride for children? You know the ones where you insert a rusty coin and it goes up and down for 5 minutes?
(Cajun Fox glares at her, impatient. She nudges him playfully.)
DAPHNE: Come on, fox. Take a joke! We're cartoon characters, I'm sure we have spines of steel
CAJUN FOX: Thanks for all the help, sweetie, but I'll walk it out on my own.
(Cajun Fox continues to limp miserably towards the campsite. Daphne rolls her eyes. She hastily carries Cajun's bag, so he walk with less weight. The fox looks at her, astonished.)
CAJUN FOX: What are you doin'?
DAPHNE: Listen, if we're gonna spend the next 39 days on the same tribe, the least I could do is make your time and my time here bearable. Leave no tribemate behind, right?
CAJUN FOX: 39 days? You wish to go to 39 with yours truly?
(Daphne looks at him, realizing her Freudian slip. She blushes, seemingly embarrassed. Cajun Fox smirks)
DAPHNE: N- no? I meant ... that um-
CAJUN FOX: Yes?
DAPHNE: Careful, fox. You have multiple toes, ya know
CAJUN FOX: Whatever you say, darlin'.
DAPHNE: That being said, I really do think it's wise to stick together, being the oldest members of the tribe
CAJUN FOX: Hmm. Yeah, you make a point. Them youngins are gonna stick together like honey
DAPHNE: Exactly ... I already see Panini and the boy with the pink shirt jelling together, and you've got the two short nerds meshing it out. if they link up, that's half the tribe
(Cut to Daphne in the confessional.)
DAPHNE: The fox is ... untrustworthy ... to say the least. And it's not because of he's a fox. I don't discriminate against guys based on their kind. But he is a tribemate at the end of the day, and he did take a hundred-pound wooden chest to the toe like a champ. The least I could do was help.
(Cut to Cajun Fox in the confessional. He is smirking at the camera.)
CAJUN FOX: ... She likes me.
(Cut back to the Hekla tribe. Jake stops in his tracks, along with the rest of the tribe)
JAKE: Map says we're here!
(Everyone takes a first look at their campsite. Instead of a hot spring like the one at the Katla camp, they are greeted with a slow-flowing, shallow, steaming hot stream, lined with tall bushy trees on the other side. The pot, bag of rice, and machete are seen waiting for them on the other side of the river banks, as well as the mustard yellow tribe flag, reached to by a wooden bridge. The Hekla tribe looks at this scene in awe)
PANINI: wowwwww
JAKE: oh my Glob, this looks incredible!
CHLOE: I only see stuff like this on TV ... wait ... I am on TV ...
(Cut to Chloe in the confessional)
CHLOE: uhh hey there! my name is Chloe Park. I'm from San Francisco, and I study at the University of California, and I'm actually really excited to be on the first iteration of Cartoon Network's Survivor. This will be a great opportunity to connect with people my age. My tribe-mates are nice so far, I just hope they like me ... I'm sure they will! ... unless I do poorly in challenges ... which I will! Come on, Chloe! pull it together. They already do like you! ... right?
(Cut back to the Hekla campsite. The tribe has formed a neat circle in front of the tribe flag, and they appear to be chatting and laughing, going around the circle introducing themselves)
PANINI: Ok so my name is Panini. I am 10 years old, and I am a cooking apprentice
RAVEN: a cooking apprentice and you're only ten years old?
PANINI: yup!
(cut to Raven in the confessional, a deadpan expression still visible on her face)
RAVEN: What was I doing at 10 years of age? I guess I was under my own "apprenticeship" you could say, where I was inundated in the practices of meditation and astral projection to better ward off the demonic powers of my own father ...
(Long silence. Raven retains her deadpan expression. Cut back to the Hekla campsite.)
DAPHNE: Hey, I'm Daphne Blake, I'm a detective-for-hire all the way from California, and its very nice to meet you all!
CAJUN FOX: uhh yo. The name's Cajun. Cajun Fox. uhh I kinda just ... make stews to pass the time
PANINI: oh, sweet! What kind of stews? Etouffee? Goulash? Gumbo?
CAJUN FOX: uhh ... Grambo?
(Cut to Dexter in the confessional)
DEXTER: Greetings. My name is Dexter McPherson, I currently reside in Genius Grove, Illinois, and I am a school student. I dabble in fantasy board games, competitive chess, and 70's rock music. I like to think of myself as ... well, intelligent, to begin with. I have an IQ of 199. I figured out Pythagoras theorem independently at 5 years of age, could speak six languages by the time I was 7, I even finish my father's annual taxes. But apparently ... I'm not smart enough to solve a measly puzzle. No problem. I shall redeem myself from that disastrous incident in the next coming days. It is a social game after all, however ... building relationships has never been my forte.
(Cut back to the campsite. Cajun Fox seems impatient as everybody is introducing themselves.)
CAJUN FOX: Well, I'm glad that all o' y'all are gettin' acquainted with one another, but, I think we should start divvyin' up tasks, build the shelter and have fire before sundown?
DAPHNE: Does the sun even set in Iceland?
PANINI: Does anyone know anything about sunlight hours in Iceland in ... August is it?
RAVEN: It's September
CHLOE: Iceland has a high latitude, with its northernmost peninsula barely penetrating the Arctic Circle, and it is the beginning of the 9th month of the year.
DEXTER: Based on my calculations, the sun should rise early at around 6 AM, and-
CHLOE: and would set at around 7:30 PM.
(Dexter looks back at Chloe, relatively impressed)
DEXTER: Indeed, and judging from the positioning of the sun overhead, assuming that direction is west, I would determine that we have approximately 6 hours and 20 minutes until sundown, give or take.
(The rest of the tribe blankly stares at them. Chloe nods at Dexter. He hesitantly returns it. Cut to Panini in the confessional)
PANINI: pfft. Nerds
(Cut back to the Hekla campsite)
JAKE: Well, duh, the producers wouldn't drop us in the middle of nowhere, Iceland, in the dead o' winter
CAJUN FOX: Uhh ... thank you, that was really helpful, so uhh back to dividin' up the tasks-
STEVEN: Yeah, the producers wouldn't let us freeze or starve! That's why they gave us these puffy jackets, the canteens and-
RAVEN: and meager amounts of rice?
JAKE: I can go out into the forest with the machete, and catch some wild animals or something. Anyone here vegetarian? so I know who to avoid. HA! Kidding! Just ... just kidding
RAVEN: so meager amounts of rice, and reindeer meat. Great...
PANINI: Come on, you didn't expect there to be a hot all-you-can-eat buffet out here, did you?
STEVEN: Yeah! This is Survivor! We gotta survive!
CAJUN FOX: and we will if we get goin' with dividin' up and doin' the tasks!
PANINI: (ignoring the Fox) you really think there's reindeers out here on the island?
CHLOE: I'm not particularly familiar with Icelandic fauna. Dammit! I should have finished watching that wildlife documentary
DAPHNE: what if you come across a bear?
JAKE: hey, I can take on a bear! Besides, meat is meat, know what I'm saying?
DAPHNE: that's the bear's philosophy
(Cajun Fox looks increasingly frustrated. Cut to Cajun Fox in the confessional, clearly exasperated)
CAJUN FOX: This new generation, man. All o' them got the attention span of an ostrich. I'm over here like "let's start buildin' our shelter", "let's start makin' a damn fire" and they're over there yappin' about the sun and reindeers and buffets yada yada yada. At this point, the shelter won't be up by Day 39
(Cut back to the Hekla campsite, where everybody continues to talk over one another. Suddenly, Cajun Fox bellows onto the group)
CAJUN FOX: Alright, ENOUGH! E'RBODY! LISTEN UP!
(Everybody, stunned, turns to face the fox)
CAJUN FOX: Since e'rbody can't focus for two dang minutes, I'm gonna take the lead. I know y'all love chit-chatting, but we really need to start figurin' out where we're gonna sleep tonight, what're we gonna eat, yada yada. So unless y'all want to starve or freeze to death, I suggest we start dividin' up into teams and go from there. Sound good?
JAKE: Sure, man
CHLOE: Let's do it
STEVEN: Yeah, I guess
PANINI: Didn't have to yell though
CAJUN FOX: Amazin'. So who wants join me on the shelter? Off the bat, imma need strong and tall folks to get it done. Daph?
DAPHNE: Sure thing. Anyone else?
DEXTER: If you'd allow me, I possess great experience in planning and building structures, including choosing adequate materials for it
CAJUN FOX: pfft, yeah. You're like 3 feet tall and you're gonna try and carry a 40 pound log?
(Daphne forcefully nudges the fox on his abdomen)
CAJUN FOX: OW! what?
DAPHNE: (whispering) way to get along with the "youngins", fox
(Cajun Fox massages his abdomen. He turns to Dexter)
CAJUN FOX: (to Dexter, annoyed) fine, you can work on the shelter, but you better know what you're doin'!
CHLOE: Alright then. I guess everybody else can work on collecting wood for the fire
PANINI: I'll cook the rice. I can make a mean pot of rice, y'all
STEVEN: I'll come with!
JAKE: Guess that leaves me. Gonna go reindeer huntin'!
(In an epic montage, Jake stretches both his ears over his mouth, an attempt to imitate a bandana mask. He picks up some mud near the shore with his fingers, drawing two lines on each of his cheeks. He then grabs a straight branch off a tree, and proceeds to sharpen it using the tribe machete, creating a makeshift spear, before running into the forest, disappearing from view. Everyone else watches this unfold, flabbergasted.)
CAJUN FOX: (under his breath) dumbass ... LET'S MOVE, FOLKS!
(The tribe disperses to begin their tasks, except Raven, who stands back, impassively watching everyone leave. She shrugs her shoulders before levitating down to the steamy hot spring. Cut to Raven in the confessional, the same blank expression on her face)
RAVEN: What's my strategy? Basically ... let everybody talk themselves off a cliff, while I meditate for a million dollars ... for now, anyway
(Cut to the spooky forest. Steven, Chloe, and Panini are seen collecting branches off the ground for firewood. Steven and Panini appear to be deep in conversation, while Chloe lags behind them both, trying her best to join in on the discussion)
STEVEN: I love making salmon bagels for breakfast
PANINI: *gasps* with a little bit of cream cheese?
STEVEN: a little? Blasphemous!
PANINI: Hahahaha. Can't beat cream cheese
STEVEN: Oh! and a scrambled egg on top!
PANINI: Oh em gee, that's exactly how I like my salmon bagels! But it's like a treat for me. I prefer to have overnight oats for breakfast. Classic
STEVEN: I've never tried overnight oats, you know?
PANINI: What?! Now that's blasphemous!
(They both giggle. Chloe attempts to nudge her way between the two)
CHLOE: Umm ... I make my own overnight oats
PANINI: Oh, really?! What do you put in it?
CHLOE: Peanut butter, apples, a little uhh ... cinnamon
PANINI: Ohhhh, very fall-themed
CHLOE: Haha, yeah I guess, fall is-
STEVEN: (inadvertently cutting off Chloe) Fall is my favorite season by the way
PANINI: Really? Ya can't beat summer though!
STEVEN: True, but when you live on a beach, it can get too hot sometimes. Fall is the perfect balance between hot and cold. It has the changing leaves, Halloween season-
PANINI: You live on a beach?!
STEVEN: Yeah! Beach City. It's a little town on the Atlantic Coast
CHLOE: I uhh- I live in San Francisco. That's ... on the ... Pacific Coast but you ... already knew that
STEVEN: Dang! I've always wanted to visit the West Coast. Ever since I saw the Golden Gate Bridge on one of those small placards.
CHLOE: (struggling) oh, yeah, it's uhh- it's pretty great
(Cut to Chloe in the confessional. She seems clearly frustrated)
CHLOE: Arghh! I'm terrible at building rapport. Like, I can't even talk about SF, the city I've spent my whole life in, without mumbling like a buffoon!
(Cut back to the forest.)
CHLOE: Hey, uhh- I'm gonna go over to that area. It looks like there could be more firewood
STEVEN: You want us to come with?
CHLOE: No, no, umm ... you guys ... go back to camp. I'll catch up
PANINI: Sure thing, girl
(Chloe wanders off, out of sight)
PANINI: (to Steven) Speaking of hometowns, you should come to Marzipan City, the gastronomical capital of the world
STEVEN: Marzipan City? Where is that?
PANINI: (nonchalantly) Sitting on some giant's head
(Cut to the Hekla camp, where Cajun Fox, Daphne, and Dexter are hard at work. They seem to have implemented a strategy in building the shelter: Dexter sorts through chopped-off tree branches, picking ones that would seem suitable for the shelter, after which Cajun Fox chops them off with the machete, and, finally, he and Daphne assemble them into place, with Dexter's coordination. They appear to be building a large conical shelter, with each branch intersecting another, somewhat resembling a tipi)
DEXTER: Just a little further to the right ...
(Cajun Fox and Daphne lock another branch in place)
DEXTER: Perfect!
(Cajun Fox proceeds to jam the branch further into the earth, cementing it in place. Cajun Fox wipes some sweat off his forehead, before taking a swig of water from his canteen)
DAPHNE: You wanna take a breather, fox?
CAJUN FOX: How am I sweatin'? It's 50F in Iceland for God's sake
DAPHNE: Just take a short break. Dip your paws in the river, maybe the river has magical healing properties
(Cajun Fox shoots Daphne an annoyed look. She smirks back at him)
CAJUN FOX: I'm fine ... and so is my toe ... and speakin' of the river, what are we gonna do 'bout Miss Gloomy over there?
(The three turn to see Raven submerged in the slow-moving river, her shut eyes visible above the surface, eliciting a creeped-out reaction from the trio)
DAPHNE: Right? Like ... is she gonna help us at all or we gonna slave away while she tries to drown herself?
CAJUN FOX: Beats me. If we lose, I know who I'm votin' out
(Suddenly, Daphne perks up, apparently having thought of an idea)
DAPHNE: Look, how about we all take a short break. Dexter, why don't you check up on the others. They've been gone a while. I'll help uhh ... rebandage the fox's toe
CAJUN FOX: huh? my toe don't need no reba-
(Daphne back-kicks the fox in his shin, shooting him a stern look. He takes a swig from his canteen, not saying another word)
DEXTER: uhh ... sure
(Dexter reluctantly rushes into the forest. Cut to Daphne in the confessional)
DAPHNE: As much is Raven kinda creeps me out with her little ... meditation sessions, she is a potential ally for the fox and me, who are kinda worried about the younger people on the tribe banding together from the get-go. So ... why not break the cold Icelandic ice?
(Cut to the hot stream. Daphne and Cajun Fox approach the stream bank. Raven notices them, but decides to ignore them at first)
DAPHNE: (to Raven) how's the water?
(Raven doesn't open her eyes, seemingly in an entranced state)
RAVEN: Magma-heated water ... spiritually healing ... perfect for bodily rejuvenation
CAJUN FOX: Yeah, the Celtics must've chilled down here for hours
DAPHNE: You mean the Vikings?
CAJUN FOX: The what kings?
DAPHNE: So, Raven, care to help us build the shelter? or get the fire going maybe?
RAVEN: ... Pass
DAPHNE: You're just gonna ... lounge in the river, hippy-style? Not a care in the world?
RAVEN: Correct
CAJUN FOX: and what if we decide to send you packin' for it?
RAVEN: You do what you gotta do
(Daphne nudges the fox, signaling him to be quiet)
DAPHNE: Look ... to be honest, neither of us wanna see you go home
RAVEN: (sarcastically) Clearly
DAPHNE: Actually ... we both wanted to see if we could ... work something out?
RAVEN: Something akin to what exactly?
DAPHNE: An alliance perhaps?
RAVEN: And what's in it for me?
DAPHNE: Listen carefully. Steven and Panini are already buddying it up, and, soon, our young geniuses are also gonna have something going on. And I really love those kids, I really do ... but I don't wanna be stuck at the bottom on Day 1, so ... this is a chance for us to band together, have each other's backs? For now at least?
(Raven slowly opens her eyes, ominously staring at the duo, water rushing past her face.)
RAVEN: I will meditate on it
CAJUN FOX: (under his breath) waste of time
DAPHNE: Think about it, alright?
(The two leave Raven be. She goes back to closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to regain her inner equilibrium in the hot stream. Cut to Cajun Fox in the confessional)
CAJUN FOX: I can't believe I'm puttin' my faith in this game in the hands of a ... weird goth girl imitating a bayou crocodile. I'd rather hash it up with the dog at this point ... if he doesn't get mauled by a bear that is
(Cut to Raven in the confessional, where, for the first time, she appears to have a slight smile on her face)
RAVEN: Hey ... I told you. Meditate for a million dollars, and the universe might send you two imbeciles willing to hand you just that
(Cut to a clearing deep in the spooky forest, where Chloe is hunched over a tree stump. She appears to be sniffling, with steady tears rolling down her face. She wipes them off with her parka sleeve. Cut to Chloe in the confessional.)
CHLOE: I'm not someone who can just ... walk up to someone, and talk about common interests, and share music tastes or whatever it is that other people my age do. I'm just ... so used to lone-wolfing it that I forgot how to ... build friendships with others. Just working on my college thesis, collecting samples, I never even tried. Like ... my first friends were wild bears for heaven's sake. It would be so much more fun if they were here but ... I'm all alone right now. And I know it's only Day 1, and I know I sound pathetic but ... there's this, like, this little voice in the back of my head just saying "why bother?" and ... it's hard
(Cut back to the scene. Chloe takes a deep breath, ready to walk back to camp. All of a sudden, Dexter walks into the clearing.)
DEXTER: Uh, hey
CHLOE: Hi
DEXTER: I have been looking all over for you
CHLOE: Um, sorry. I was just ... collecting firewood
DEXTER: Yes, they need the branches to construct a small part of the shelter
CHLOE: Yeah, yeah, I'm coming
(Chloe rises with the firewood she collected, and wipes her face of any tears. Dexter senses something is wrong)
DEXTER: Is uhh .. something the matter?
CHLOE: I just ... feel alone out here
DEXTER: Well, we are only hours into this game
CHLOE: I know that, it's just that ... I feel ... like I can't talk to anybody here.
(Dexter sympathizes for her, though he struggles to show it)
DEXTER: Did Panini or the short boy upset you?
CHLOE: No, no, not at all. They're really cool and all. We were just ... talking about home and everything, and I just ... I couldn't work myself into the talk. I was too ... how do I put this? I was stuck in my own head. I thought I would get out here and ... you know, make genuine connections right away, and ... here I am, sitting on a stump in the middle of Iceland, balling my eyes out and it's only Day 1
(Dexter is clearly uncomfortable, struggling to find a way to console her. He takes a deep breath)
DEXTER: ummm ... I ... understand your situation
CHLOE: You do?
DEXTER: I ... struggle with establishing social relationships as well. I am perpetually busy in my laboratory, inventing new gadgets ... I have grown accustomed to solitude. When all everybody around you blabs about is ... the newest Marvel movie or new dance trends or any other talking points that you are apathetic to, you start to get used to-
CHLOE: Lone-wolfing it?
DEXTER: Pardon?
CHLOE: It's like ... being on your own, being satisfied with your own company
DEXTER: ... yes, I suppose that term accurately describes it
(Chloe smiles, relieved at the fact that somebody understands her. Dexter awkwardly returns a smile of his own.)
DEXTER: And well ... if you would like to, we could start ... a friendship of sorts? An alliance? However you wish to phrase it
CHLOE: Yeah ... I'd like that. Let's be "lone wolves" together
DEXTER: A bit oxymoronic but ... sure
CHLOE: Let's head back to camp. I'm starving
DEXTER: So am I
(Cut to Dexter in the confessional)
DEXTER: I appear to have established ... some sort of comradery with Chloe. She is a smart girl, and I had to ... open up a bit, build rapport with her, something that I ... rarely do. However, this relationship is purely strategic. Made to advance my position in this game. I do not trust Chloe for one second, and neither should she
(Cut back at the Hekla campsite. The sun has almost dipped below the Icelandic horizon, as the weather gets colder by the hour. The shelter is almost complete, thanks to Cajun Fox and Daphne's efforts. Steven and Panini have returned to camp, and constructed a circle made of stones for the campfire. They alternate between rubbing two pieces of firewood, hoping to ignite, though their efforts are futile. Raven lounges on the ground nearby, observing the two continuously and unsuccessfully make fire. Jake is nowhere to be seen. Cajun Fox and Daphne sit by the shelter, exhausted, proud of their work)
CAJUN FOX: Good job, soldier
DAPHNE: Great work, fox. How's the toe?
CAJUN FOX: Gettin' better. Still hurts like a bitch
DAPHNE: Well, you're a warrior, dude. You carried those branches into place effortlessly
CAJUN FOX: What can I say? I am pretty awesome
DAPHNE: Yeah, don't get too cocky, fox
CAJUN FOX: Say, will you be a dear and get me some water. I'm parched
(Cajun Fox chucks his mustard yellow canteen to Daphne)
DAPHNE: Sure thing. Imma spit in it for ya too
CAJUN FOX: Thanks, darlin'
(Cajun Fox winks at Daphne, who rolls her eyes at him. When she turns away, however, she musters a small smile. She walks over to the still-not-yet-ignited campfire, where Panini is furiously rubbing two pieces of wood together. As soon as some white smoke appears, the stick abruptly breaks. Panini is frustrated. She angrily throws the sticks into the river)
DAPHNE: So no luck with the fire?
STEVEN: (sadly) no
RAVEN: none
PANINI: I am going to scratch my eyes out! We have been at this for hours!
RAVEN: It's been 20 minutes ...
PANINI: Yeah, well it feels like eons
STEVEN: Hey, Raven, can you maybe try like a pyrokinetic spell or ... something?
RAVEN: That violates several clauses of the contract we signed
PANINI: What'll they do? Disqualify you?
RAVEN: um yeah?
PANINI: (whispering) come ooon. No one's looking
RAVEN: You realize there's several cameras aimed right at us, right?
(Cut to Panini in the confessional)
PANINI: Raven is ... a bit of a Debbie downer ... ok, very much a Debbie downer. It's like, sheesh, loosen up a little, turn that frown upside down. We're in Iceland ... surviving! Like, survive with us. The beginning days are crucial for building relationships, and all she's interested in is dipping her pale toes in the hot spring. But whatevs. Her time will come eventually ... or maybe I'll spare her? I'm quite honestly undecided.
(Cut back to the Hekla camp. Dexter and Chloe enter the scene from the forest. Chloe drops off her bundle of firewood near the shelter, and they both join the others at the stone circle)
CHLOE: Hey, guys. How's the fire going?
STEVEN: It's ... not going
PANINI: Crap. I had better luck making 300-layer croissants
DEXTER: What have you been doing for the past half an hour?
STEVEN: Just the usual. Rubbing two pieces of wood together
CHLOE: Hmmm, allow me to try?
PANINI: Go ahead. It's your funeral
(Chloe swiftly begins sharpening a piece of wood with the machete, so it has a pointed end. She then finds a flattened piece of wood, and makes a straight groove with the machete before placing it on the ground. Daphne returns from the hot stream with Cajun's full canteen. She notices everybody staring intently at Chloe's handiwork)
DAPHNE: What's going on?
PANINI: Chloe's tryna make fire
CHLOE: Hope this works
(Chloe begins vigorously moving the sharp piece of up and down the groove. Steven, Panini, Dexter, Daphne and even Cajun Fox are now staring intently as Chloe quickens her pace, beads of sweat running down her face. Suddenly, white smoke appears to drift from the hot piece of wood)
PANINI: Holy guacamole!
STEVEN: Keep going Chloe!
(Chloe rubs the stick faster and faster, and more white smoke and ash emerges from the sticks before they successfully ignite. The tribe is ecstatic, cheering her name. Even Raven robotically claps for her tribe. Panini feeds the small flame her oxygen-rich air. She throws the alight stick into the circle of stones as the fire licks and spreads to the bundle of firewood)
PANINI: Alright! Chloe!
STEVEN: Way to go through
CAJUN FOX: Dang. Good job, kid
CHLOE: uh, no problem
DAPHNE: Where'd you learn how to do that?
CHLOE: So I didn't watch that animal documentary but I did watch a 2-hour long comprehensive "survive in the wilderness" video on Youtube. And ... it paid off
(As the tribe pats Chloe on the back, we see Dexter staring intently at her, almost starstruck. He realizes this and acts normal again. Cut to Chloe in the confessional)
Chloe: Finally ... I feel connected to my tribemates. That was the easiest fire I have ever made ... Granted, it was the only fire I have ever made, but alas, I knew Bear Grylls would never let me down
(Cut back to the campsite a while later. The sun has set, though the half-moon illuminates the cold Icelandic landscape to some extent. Panini is seen cooking the plain white rice, while the rest of the tribe sits around the campfire, impatient and starving, chatting amongst one another, and warming their shivering hands against the raging campfire. Chloe is engrossed in a novel she brought as a luxury item)
PANINI: Alright, peeps, so I'm gonna divvy out eight equitable portions of rice so everybody is satiated... ish
STEVEN: umm, speaking of eight servings, where is Jake?
(The tribe looks around, worried. Suddenly, they hear ululation coming from the jungle. Jake is seen using his ears to swing from branch to branch, like an Icelandic Tarzan. He does a somersault and perfectly lands in front of the shelter. He looks somewhat bruised-up but, otherwise, as fresh as a daisy. His tribemates are flabbergasted)
DAPHNE: Dude, where were you this whole time?
PANINI: We genuinely thought you were bear food
JAKE: (dramatically) I said I was going reindeer hunting. Now I didn't find any reindeers, but I didn't come back empty-handed!
(Jake pulls three large dead puffins from behind his back)
JAKE: Jakie's brought the protein to the house yo!
CAJUN FOX: Heck's that?
DEXTER: They appear to be slaughtered puffins
CHLOE: Wait, puffins live near the coast and we're miles inland. How did you-
(Jake interrupts Chloe by holding his finger in front of her lips)
JAKE: Little girl, you wanna ask long questions or you wanna fill yo BELLY?!
CHLOE: Good point
PANINI: Fork 'em over! I've never made Icelandic puffin before, but there's a first time for everything
JAKE: Oh, sweet, you got the fire going!
DEXTER: You can thank Chloe for that
JAKE: Ey, thanks for not letting us freeze to death, kid!
CHLOE: You're ... welcome ... I guess
JAKE: Oh man! You're not gonna believe what happened! I didn't see any bears, thank Glob, but a fox nearly bit my buns off!
(Jake squishes himself into the eight-person circle, slaughtered puffins in hand. Panini distributes eight equitable portions of rice to everybody. Jake is seen dramatically telling his story as his tribemates laugh. At one point, Steven laughs so hard that he chokes on a mouthful of rice, causing everybody to laugh even harder. Cut to Jake in the confessional)
JAKE: So maybe me disappearing the whole day wasn't the best move for me from the get-go. I didn't talk strategy with anybody but I did get some nosh for the tribe, so as long as they see me as providing for them and I don't rub 'em the wrong way, I'm sure it'll be a doozy from here on out. Jake the Dog is gonna be alright!
DAY 3: IMMUNITY CHALLENGE
(The hot sun is out, radiating the landscape with her scorching heat. We see an empty, grassy plain, where a hot stream snakes through the field. Close to the stream are two giant see-saws - one yellow, one red. Each see-saw has an empty bowl on one end, and a bowl filled with a different assortment of rocks on the other end. Next to each see-saw is an elevated platform - again, split in half between red and yellow - overlooking two large squares in the mud, divided into 64 segments, before finally, two wooden tables sit at the end. The host is then seen standing in front of the monstrous challenge set, alongside a sort of podium)
HOST: Come on in guys!
(The 16 castaways, a bit disheveled, march in a queue with their respective tribes, Hekla in front, with Katla right behind. Cajun Fox and Mordecai trail each tribe, carrying their respective rectangular tribe flags. The castaways take their places on their respective tribe mat, mustard yellow for Hekla, and blood red for Katla; Cajun Fox and Mordecai jam each tribe flag into a little hole next to the mat. Some castaways look eager to begin, while others are intimidated by the giant seesaws)
HOST: Well, hey! So many smiles on Day 3. You love to see it. So Frankie, how is your tribe holding up at camp?
FRANKIE: We're actually doing really well! We have a great shelter, our camp is near a hot spring so we have a ready source of water whenever we want, we got the campfire going umm ... albeit it took longer than my liking but- we're eating a big portion of rice once a day, and we're doing pretty well so far
(Edward rolls his eyes at her snide comment)
HOST: Great to hear! Over on the other side, Hekla tribe, similar experience?
CAJUN FOX: Yes, sir. Our shelter's up, I'd say its firm, able to handle the elements ... not really great for my back but ... that's whatchu get for sleeping on wood so I can't complain too much
(Some of Cajun's tribemates chuckle at his comment)
HOST: And how's that toe treating ya?
CAJUN FOX: It still hurts but, you know, a damaged toe won't take me outta the game this early
HOST: Hey, no one said it was gonna be easy. That's the beauty of the game. Alright, shall we get to your first immunity challenge?
(Both tribes cheer.)
HOST: Here's how it's gonna work. The entire tribe will take turns running to the nearby hot stream, filling a bucket with water, then racing back and pouring the bucket into one end of the see-saw. The bowls are too high for one person to reach, and you are not allowed to throw the water into the bowl so you will have to come up with a strategy to fill the water bowl. Once enough water is poured in, the seesaw will tip, allowing for two people to roam through a pile of rocks on the other end, looking for 10 numbers indicating the locations of buried bags containing tiles in the muddy square, which two people will work to dig out. Once you have all 10 bags, only two people will open the bags and work together to solve a word puzzle. First tribe to finish their puzzle wins ... this ...
(The host crouches behind the podium, and retrieves a large bronze replica of the Eyrarland statue, depicting the Norse God, Thor, with a conical hat, crouching down, holding a Mjolnir in his hand. The statuette elicits cheers from both tribes)
HOST: Immunity from tonight's vote, no one leaving from the tribe for the next 3 days. Losers, get a date with me at Tribal Council tonight where the first person will be voted out of the very first season of Cartoon Network Survivor. I'll give you a minute to strategize, and we'll get started.
(Minutes later, everybody stands at their respective spots. Everybody stands in front of the seesaw, with Steven and Gwen first up to run to the hot stream, wooden bucket in hand. They eye each other competitively)
HOST: Alright, here we go; for immunity, Survivors ready ... GO!
(Right away, Steven and Gwen spring into action, grabbing the wooden bucket and sprinting towards the hot stream. They each dip their bucket into the river, filling it up with water. Their tribe-mates cheer them on)
HOST: The first part of the challenge is to fill up the bowl with water so that the see-saw tips.
(They both fill up their bucket at the same time. Because they are much heavier, the two start walk-running back to the seesaw to avoid any spillage)
HOST: But those bowls are too high for one person to reach, and you cannot throw the water into the bowl, so it becomes a question of: how do you get that water up there?
(Steven and Gwen reach their tribes at the same time. Steven raises the bucket above his head, allowing Cajun Fox and Daphne to grab him from under each arm)
CAJUN FOX: Stand still, kid
STEVEN: Skyward, my friend!
(Cajun Fox and Daphne lift Steven upwards, allowing Steven to tip the bucket's contents into the bowl. On Katla, Mordecai decides to carry Gwen alone; he instructs her to sit on his shoulders while he crouches, after which he stands up, moving her closer towards the rim of the bucket)
HOST: Two different strategies emerge. Cajun and Daphne lift up Steven cheerleader-style on Hekla, while Mordecai seems to be giving Gwen a piggy-back ride. Is that gonna be enough to get the bucket up there?
(Gwen hastily empties the bucket into the see-saw's bowl)
GWEN: I got it, Mordecai!
(Mordecai drops Gwen to the ground. Both her and Steven quickly give their buckets to Jake and Sumo. Jake proceeds to carry the bucket in his mouth and dashes towards the stream on all fours. Sumo decides to replicate this, biting down on the bucket as well, and begins galloping like a dog on all fours behind Jake. His tribemates look on ahead, shocked. Cut to Grim in the confessional)
GRIM: Sumo ... that guy never fails to surprise me ...
(Cut back to the challenge)
HOST: It's gonna take several rounds to completely fill up the bowl. This is where you need to play it smart: do you fill up the bucket all the way and hope you can carry all that water back without spilling? or do you fill it up halfway, making it easier to bring back, but requiring more trips to the stream?
(Sumo and Jake swiftly run back with their full buckets of water, making sure as little water as possible flies out. Both tribes employ the same strategy: Cajun Fox and Daphne work in tandem to lift Jake, while Mordecai effortlessly carries Sumo by himself)
HOST: both tribes using the same method as the first go. Daphne and Cajun Fox, with a broken toe mind you, lift Jake up to the bowl, while Mordecai quickly carries Sumo on his shoulders.
(Jake tips the bucket a few seconds before Sumo does. He quickly hands the bucket to Chloe, who rushes out to the stream, much to Frankie's dismay)
FRANKIE: (impatient) Let's go guys!
HOST: Chloe is off for Hekla. It is now Frankie's turn to run for Katla, who are running a bit behind
(Juniper hands the bucket to Frankie, allowing Frankie to sprint to the stream, meeting Chloe there. The two return a minute later with buckets full of hot stream water)
HOST: And there they are!
STEVEN: LET'S GO CHLOE!
PANINI: COME ON GIRL!
(Panini nudges Dexter on his shoulder, encouraging him to cheer for Chloe)
DEXTER: (bashfully) um ... yes uh ... LETS GOOO!
(Cajun Fox and Daphne, once again, easily carry Chloe, who is very light, up to the bowl. A few seconds later, Mordecai also easily lifts Frankie up towards the bowl, and she tips the water inside. As she does, though, Panini is already on her way to the stream. Frankie sees this, and she gives the bucket to Edward)
FRANKIE: Come on, Edward! Run! RUN!
EDWARD: Sheesh, okay!
HOST: It is now Panini running for Hekla, and a panicking Edward right behind her!
EDWARD: I'M NOT PANICKING!
(Edward gallops towards the stream, where he meets Panini, who already has her bucket halfway full. He frantically starts filling up his bucket. Panini, meanwhile, is as cool as a cucumber)
PANINI: Nice day in Iceland, huh?
EDWARD: CAN'T HEAR YOU, WIDDLE WABBIT! TRYNA WIN!
(Back at the see-saw, Frankie approaches a panting Mordecai)
FRANKIE: Hey, Mordecai ... from now on, we're gonna lift together, like the tall fox and the tall girl over there are doing
MORDECAI: I got it under control ...
FRANKIE: We're already behind! We can't lose this!
MORDECAI: I mean ... you're welcome to buuut I'm doing it just as quickly as they are
FRANKIE: I know you are, so with me and you working together, we'll be twice as fast!
(Mordecai, not wanting to argue, hesitantly nods his head)
MORDECAI: Okay, yeah ... sure
FRANKIE: Great!
(Cut to Frankie in the confessional, clearly annoyed)
FRANKIE: I am not about to be the first tribe that goes to Tribal Council. Nooo way Jose. But this tribe makes some questionable logistical decisions, and it's my job to help improve it.
(Cut back to the challenge. Panini is seen quickly walking back to the stream, eliciting cheers from her tribe. Edward is walking back right behind her, trying to catch up while not spilling any water)
SUSAN: FASTER, EDWARD!
MORDECAI: LET'S GO, DUDE!
HOST: Panini is back! She is filling up her see-saw. Edward right behind her!
(Cajun Fox and Daphne lift Panini upwards. She empties her bucket into the bowl, allowing the see-saw to creek and slightly descend, but not completely. Edward is quickly lifted up by Mordecai and Frankie, and he awkwardly manages to empty the bucket. The see-saw creeks as well)
HOST: Both tribes need one more bucket to tip the see-saw! It is now Raven running for Hekla, and Grim running for Katla!
(Frankie's strategy appears to have saved some time, as Raven and Grim receive the buckets at the same time. They dash for the stream, their tribes cheering them on. They both reach the hot stream at the same time, dipping their wooden buckets into the stream to catch the water. A smirking Raven turns to Grim, an idea in mind)
RAVEN: So you're the Grim Reaper everyone talks about?
(Grim does not take his eyes off of the bucket slowly being filled up with steamy water)
GRIM: All good things I hope?
RAVEN: Oh, absolutely! All these mortals might be afraid of you, but ... I have nothing but the utmost respect for the one chosen to guide new souls to the afterlife.
(Grim smiles a bit. Raven retains a sort of sinister smirk in his direction)
GRIM: I appreciate the kind words. However ... this is a competition for a million dollars after all.
RAVEN: Yes?
GRIM: And judging by your ... unusually dark aura ... I have doubts about the genuineness of your compliment
RAVEN: Understandable ... I wouldn't believe me
GRIM: Hm
RAVEN: But ... if we both reach the merge, how does an alliance sound like?
(Grim still does not look in her direction. Both of their buckets are almost full)
GRIM: Hmmm. How would your tribemates feel knowing that you're crossing tribal lines so early?
RAVEN: They won't know
GRIM: I can expose you
RAVEN: I wouldn't do that if I were you
(Raven's smirk grows in size. Grim feels that something is off)
GRIM: And why's that?
RAVEN: This is why
(Grim turns to face Raven. He is met with an enlarged, demonic entity, with four pure bloodshot eyes, a mouth full of fangs, and eight jet black tentacles emerging from underneath her purple cloak. She hisses at Grim, prompting him to slip and release the bucket from his hands out of shock, sending it down the stream)
GRIM: No! Get back here!
(Grim goes running after the bucket. Raven, whose bucket is full, shifts back to her normal appearance and dashes back to the see-saw)
RAVEN: sucker
GRIM: YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!
(Grim manages to retrieve the bucket from the stream, and runs back behind Raven, though she has almost reached the see-saw.)
HOST: Here comes Raven with a full bucket! But where's Grim?
(The Katla tribe looks frustrated, especially Frankie)
FRANKIE: Ughh! Where is he?!
(Raven is lifted up by Cajun Fox and Daphne, allowing her to tip the water into the bowl, offsetting the weight, and finally tipping the giant rusty yellow seesaw. The other bowl full of rocks awkwardly lifts up, making it level with the wooden platform)
HOST: Hekla has their see-saw tipped! It is now Panini and Daphne up on the other side. You're looking for ten numbers. They may be single-digit, they may be double-digit!
(Panini and Daphne begin roaming through the rocks, turning stone upon stone, searching for the numbers, their tribe-mates cheering them on. Grim finally arrives back at the see-saw, where he is met with angry looks from his tribe-mates)
GRIM: Lift me up!
MORDECAI: Dude! What took you so long?
GRIM: (panting) Raven ... I was ... phewwww, too tired to talk ...
(Mordecai and Frankie struggle to carry the exhausted Grim up on their shoulders, who proves to be heavier than they anticipated. He manages to empty his bucket into the blood red bowl, and the rusty see-saw tips downwards, making the other side level with their blood red wooden platform.)
GWEN: We can still catch up. Come on!
HOST: Katla have their see-saw tipped! Both tribes now on the rocks part of the challenge, with Gwen and Edward looking for the numbers for Katla! We have Jake and Steven ready to dig for Hekla-
JAKE: A digging challenge for a dog? What's next? A chew-toy biting challenge?
HOST: and we have Sumo and Mordecai at the ready for Katla!
MORDECAI: Can't believe I'm getting my hands dirty again ...
PANINI: GUYS! NUMBER 22!
(Panini waves a small white stone in the air, with the number '22' etched into it)
JAKE: On it!
HOST: Panini finds Hekla's first number! All ten numbers are different for each tribe, so don't even think about going about digging where the other tribe's digging!
(Jake locates segment no. 22 - each segment is a little less than a square meter - and starts digging ferociously, unearthing most of the soil in a matter of seconds, which lands in a neat pile behind him. Seconds later, Jake raises his hand from underground, a yellow bag in hand, much to his tribe's delight)
FRANKIE: Damn ... that dog can dig ...
GWEN: NUMBER 9! NUMBER 9!
(Gwen shows the rock adorned with number '9' carved into the face of a brown stone)
SUMO: Let's do this
(Sumo and Mordecai begin digging aggressively into segment no. 9 at the same time. They unearth the tribe's first blood red bag in seconds, eliciting cheers from their tribemates. A montage ensues where different people hold different rocks in the air, more soil is flung out from the ground, and more bags of two colors are tossed out onto the table at the end of the obstacle course. The four diggers have their entire bodies slathered in gooey mud, breathing heavily - or in the case of Jake, panting - while their tribemates can only watch the rock-searchers try to look for the final numbers)
HOST: Hekla are in the lead with 9, while Katla have 8! Hekla need one more bag to dig! Who's gonna find their numbers first?
(Cut to a frustrated Gwen in the confessional)
GWEN: Uggghh! It was like looking for ten tiny needles in a town-sized haystack! I swear we were at that part of the challenge for an hour! But I kept telling myself: "push through, Gwen, you're not a quitter, Gwen ... at least you're not on that crummy bus with your crummy cousin, Ben, anymore, GWEN!
(Cut back to the challenge. After what seemed like ages, Daphne holds up the tribe's final rock in the air.)
DAPHNE: 89! Segment 89!
HOST: Hekla have found their final number! They just have to dig their last bag out!
SUMO: Well, there they go ... guess we're toast!
MORDECAI: Don't give up so soon. Look!
(Mordecai points at an ecstatic Gwen and Edward, who both raise a rock in the air each)
GWEN: NUMBER 66!
EDWARD: NUMBER 2! DIG IN NUMBER 2!
MORDECAI AND SUMO: ON IT!
HOST: Katla have found their final two numbers at the same time! Steven is digging through the ground to find the final bag! Sumo and Mordecai in different segments, looking for the last two bags for Hekla!
SUMO: Come on, come on, where are you?
STEVEN: I GOT IT!
(Steven holds the final mud-covered yellow bag for Hekla in the air. His tribe-mates cheer for him as he tosses it onto the table, the final stage of this grueling challenge. Meanwhile, Sumo is seen unearthing the ninth red bag for Katla. He tosses it onto her tribe's wooden table)
HOST: Hekla has found the tenth and final bag! it is up to Chloe and Dexter, arguably the smartest duo on the tribe, to construct an elaborate puzzle! Mordecai is still looking for the final bag!
(Dexter and Chloe empty all ten bags of their contents: many cubed puzzle pieces of differing shades of yellow. Several pieces offer distinct body parts of an animal on them, such as an eye, a hoof, and a nose)
MORDECAI: Found it! Found it!
(Mordecai unearths the final blood red bag for Katla, evoking celebration from his tribe-mates. Susan grabs the bag from his hand, running to the wooden table with Juniper. They empty their bags, revealing the same puzzle as the Katla tribe - representing an animal of sorts - but in different shades of red)
SUSAN: Thanks, friend!
HOST: Katla has all ten bags! Juniper and Susan are now working on their puzzle! Dexter and Chloe have a few pieces down, but can Katla catch up?
(Dexter and Chloe work in tandem to form the puzzle; Chloe works her way around the edges, while Dexter connects the centerpieces. Susan and Juniper, meanwhile, seem to be in disarray, picking and choosing random pieces sporadically)
JUNIPER: uhhh I think this goes here?
SUSAN: That is a nose piece, and that is an ear piece. Too far apart
FRANKIE: You girls doing alright?
JUNIPER: As right as rain!
DEXTER: I believe the center is halfway complete. It appears to be ... a ram?
(The puzzle does indeed show a ram, complete with brown horns, and a puffy white coat)
CHLOE: Perfect
JUNIPER: Oh! This goes here-
(Juniper tries to place a piece on the far side of the board, accidentally elbowing Susan in the abdomen, knocking the wind out of her)
JUNIPER: Oh my God! I'm ... so sorry! Are you okay?!
SUSAN: ... I ... will be fine
(Both puzzle solvers are surrounded by their tribe members, some standing up to get a better look at the puzzle, others - like the diggers - laying on the cold grass, exhausted. They can only anxiously watch from afar)
FRANKIE: You girls need to swap out or?
JUNIPER: We have things under control, Frankie
(Chloe and Dexter accelerate constructing their puzzle harmoniously, fitting piece by piece until the ram is almost complete. Juniper and Susan begin picking up the pace too, connecting one or two pieces a second)
HOST: Chloe and Dexter working well together, but Susan and Juniper are slowly but surely covering more and more ground! This is anybody's game at this point!
(Chloe and Dexter have the last couple of centerpieces left, whilst Juniper and Susan have a dozen or so pieces, spread randomly across the board.)
HOST: It is neck and neck right now! Both tribes have a few puzzle pieces remaining!
(The Katla girls work tirelessly to fit four remaining pieces, but it is too late, as Dexter and Chloe both slide in the remaining two pieces they have)
CHLOE AND DEXTER: Done! Done!
HOST: Hekla think they have it?!
(The host runs over to inspect their puzzle; a yellow picture of a horned, puffy, yellow Icelandic male sheep, on a grassy background)
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HOST: THEY'VE GOT IT! HEKLA WIN IMMUNITY! SAFE FROM TONIGHT'S VOTE!
(The Hekla tribe are enraptured. They jump up and down in triumph, carrying Dexter and Chloe in the air, absolutely elated)
HOST: Susan and Juniper ... very close to finishing that puzzle. Had three or four pieces left, and they would've done it.
(The Katla tribe is despondent. Some clap for the other tribe, others face the ground, defeated)
SUSAN: It's alright. We gave it our all ...
JUNIPER: Yeah ...
(Gwen runs over to hug both girls, comforting them. Cut to a couple minutes later, with both tribes standing on their respective mats. The Hekla tribe is all-smiles, while the Katla tribe are emotionless)
HOST: Hekla tribe ... nicely done
(The host walks over to a cheering Hekla tribe, the copper immunity statuette in hand. He hands it to Dexter, who has trouble carrying it due its weight)
HOST: You guys are safe, nobody going home from Hekla and, as a reward for winning, you also finally get ... flint
(The host fishes a piece of fresh magnesium flint from his pocket, and tosses it to Cajun Fox. They clap and cheer, and are joined by some Katla members too)
HOST: Grab your stuff, get out of here ... well done
(The Hekla tribe grab their belongings, and their tribe flag, and trek in a queue back to their campsite. Some commend the Katla tribe for trying on their way out, which they accept. The eight Katla members are left standing on their mat, utterly defeated)
HOST: Alright, Katla tribe, I will see you tonight at Tribal Council, where the first person will be voted out of CN Survivor: Iceland. You have the rest of the afternoon to strategize. Grab your stuff, head out
(The Katla tribe hesitantly move out from the challenge area. Mordecai, still covered in thick mud, carries the red tribe flag, trailing his tribe at the end of the queue. Cut to Mordecai in the confessional)
MORDECAI: It totally sucks that we lost today, but ... this is a great opportunity to get some weak links off the tribe and I am gunning for Frankie, like ... the girl is a ticking time bomb of anxiety, and I don't wanna deal with that anymore so ... time to send Frankie packin'