acosta perez jose ramiro: Again, thank you.
acosta perez jose ramiro (ch. 18): Nobody messes with Damien and his Priya.
The Riverian: Sam's been doing well for himself, but we'll see if he makes it to All-Stars soon.
About the tone, we're trying our best to make the characters grow and develop rather than just making them gimmicky all the time, but we do see your concerns and we'll try our best to work on it.
Boys: Caleb, Sam, Scott, Topher
Girls: Blaineley, Heather, Sky
Episode 20: Chinese Fake-Out
"Last time, on Total Drama World Tour! Our newlywed couples fell hard for Niagara Falls. With the teams dissolved, alliances were tested, and tempers too!"
"Fake-marrying our new arrival Blaineley was a confusing experience for Sam. While getting to partner with her 'crush' didn't do MK much good. And she was sent home thanks to Heather's sneaky work behind the scenes."
The scene flashed to a close-up of a wood-burning stove, Chris promptly walking by in front of it with a smile on his face. "Who will win? Who will lose? Who will be-"
He stopped when he noticed something, the camera zooming out to reveal Blaineley sitting in his private hot tub in a red strapless bikini. "In my hot tub?!" Chris finished in outrage. "The tub is for hosts only!" he told her.
"I'm a host," Blaineley countered smugly, "watch! Lights, fights, and a whole world of awesome sights," she told the camera, "right here on Total Drama-" The camera zoomed out quickly, in time with Blaineley's pacing of the title, to show the plane flying to the 'right'.
"OKAY, OUT OF MY TUB!" Chris yelled at her.
(Theme Song)
The scene opened on Topher sitting at the juice bar in first class, enjoying a piece of a decently-sized wedding cake sitting on the counter while Izzy stole a piece from behind it. Sky walked up with a smile on her face and said "Hey Topher."
Topher paid attention to her. "What do you need?" he asked. "No offense, but I'm trying to enjoy my cake in peace."
Sky swiped a bit of frosting from the cake with her finger and tasted it. "Look," she told him, "the game is almost over, but we're still kinda flying under the radar undetected. The others aren't thinking of us as voting targets, so we can use that to our advantage and make the finale."
Topher raised an eyebrow. "What about your alliance with Heather?" he asked. "I know you two were half the votes against MK."
"We both don't want you gone though," Sky told him. "And I know that you and Caleb will get Sam to join your alliance since Sam was pretty close to Caleb in the three team stage."
"Well aren't you Albert Einstein," Topher said sarcastically.
Confessional: Topher
"I don't even know that much about Sam other than his video game addiction and owning a pet bird," Topher told the confessional. "But I will need both him and Caleb so that we can make sure that the vote goes in our favor."
"I could include Scott in our alliance, but that'll be too risky," he added after a moment's thought. "And plus, we don't really get along that much."
Confessional Ends
It was then that the plane's intercom system turned on, and an unexpected voice made an announcement.
"Attention fellow passengers," Blaineley said cheerily. "Feeling alone in the game? Looking for an ally you can call your very own?"
The camera switched over to Sam and Caleb in economy class as Blaineley spoke.
"Consider joining forces with me," Blaineley continued, the shot cutting over to her in the cockpit. "You won't regret it! This promise is not legally binding. Offer may be withdrawn at any time." The second sentence was said quickly and under her breath in the manner of the 'fine print' of a commercial, and when she finished, she hung the microphone up and turned a smile towards Chef.
"Have you considered helping out a contestant?" she asked.
"I never mess with the game, girly," Chef told her gruffly.
"Oh, right. You got busted helping Brick last season," Blaineley said. "Shame, really, 'cause I have connections in the TV world, and I've always thought you'd be great on your own show," she whispered into his ear. "Chris is just holding you back!"
"What does she think she's doing?" Heather asked as the scene cut back to economy class.
"What? Are you jealous that Blaineley has the courage to be blunt about her intentions?" Scott asked in amusement.
"Not really," Heather said plainly. "Does she really think anyone would ally with her of all people? I know I wouldn't." She stood up and left the compartment.
"I know you voted for MK," Scott said as she left, "but I don't know who casted their vote for me," he added under his breath.
The camera held on his close-up for a moment before a light cough caused it to rotate around, showing Caleb and Sam sitting apart on the opposite wall.
"Alright, I was the one who voted for you," Caleb admitted. "I couldn't see myself voting for anybody else."
"I voted for Heather, Caleb," Sam said. "People like Scott, MK, and even Jasmine told me that she's bad news."
"Why would Scott and MK tell you this?" Caleb asked the chubby boy. "Their track records aren't exactly clean."
"Because unlike you," Scott added, "I'm not blind to anybody's fakeness. MK even overheard Heather brutally rejecting Rodney, and that's, well, brutal, even for me."
"You were on her team, right?" Sam told Caleb. "You had to have seen her doing or saying anything suspicious, right?"
"We never talked much, but Heather told me about Gwen blackmailing her into keeping my kiss with MK quiet," Caleb said. "I voted Gwen off that day when I figured that out though."
Scott facepalmed his face. "That was a total lie," he groaned. "Obviously, Heather twisted the situation just to get you to turn against Gwen."
"Really?" Caleb raised an eyebrow. "She broke down during the elimination ceremony because of what Gwen did to her. How could she be capable of tricking me?"
Confessional: Sam
"To be honest, I would have a hard time believing that Heather was bad if me and Caleb were on different teams!" Sam confessed. "But if me and Caleb are going to be an alliance along with Topher, we'll have to be super aware about the people still in the game."
Confessional Ends
"Maybe you two are on to something," Caleb told the two boys as the scene in economy class resumed. "But we should go for Blaineley. She just joined the game and she is extremely unpleasant," he explained.
"I'd love to have her gone as well," Sam agreed. "And I don't want to start any disagreements that'll end this alliance. How about we vote Blaineley off after the challenge and give me more time to reveal Heather's bad deeds, Scott?"
"That's something you guys can do, but I'm not following suit," Scott said as he stood up. "I know a threat when I see one," he finished and walked out of the room, leaving Sam and Caleb to stare at each other with concern.
The scene cut to the series' world map as the plane icon flew eastward from Niagara Falls all the way to China.
Another flash skipped the footage ahead, showing the cast assembled in an open area near the Great Wall.
"Ni hao," Chris greeted. "Welcome to China! A vast country rich in history, culture, innovation, and, delicious sauces," he said as the camera zoomed in on the group. "Our first challenge is torn from the pages of her rich history. In 8 Million B.C., King Dim-sum led a battalion of donkey warriors down this very Great Wall."
"8 Million B.C. was the Miocene Era," Sky interrupted. "There were dinosaurs!"
"Yeah, what she said," Chris ignored. "Anyway we've provided a selection of vehicles to race to our mystery destination," he continued, the camera panning across a section of the Wall to reveal the 'vehicles' as a pair of wooden sandals, a donkey, a pogo stick, a rickshaw, a tricycle, a bicycle, and a skateboard.
"They're first-come, first-serve," he explained as the camera moved back to him. "It's the Chinese way. Ready? Set!" The seven contestants got into running positions, and Chris's cell phone rang. "I better get this," he told them blankly, pulling it out of his breast pocket and answering it. "McLean here," he said. "Yeah, I'm tryin' to do a show here?"
"Do we go or what?" Sky asked in annoyance.
"Mm-hmm, yeah," Chris said into the phone.
"Yeah, we go?" Heather asked.
"Yeah, can we do this later?" Chris said to the voice on the phone.
"So we go now?" Topher said.
"Okay, fine!" Chris told the voice on the phone in exasperation.
The seven contestants promptly took off at a run. "Hey, who said you could go?" he called after them. "Yeah well, watch out! There's a few things I was gonna warn you about!" he yelled before grinning and lowering his voice. "But, forget it!" he laughed.
The scene skipped ahead to the seven competitors racing up an inclined portion of the wall. Heather and Sky were currently in front, and the former told the latter "Sky! Let's get ready to rock the rickshaw! It is so mine- I mean, ours!"
"Sorry, losers, but you're gonna have to work for it!" Blaineley taunted as she rapidly came up behind them."
Confessional: Blaineley
"I would like to send a shout out to my personal trainer Bunny for making me do all those sprints," Blaineley told the confessional camera. "You rule! Sorry for calling you a waste of skin," she added with an almost bashful expression. "You know that was just the adrenaline talking."
Confessional Ends
"Find your own rickshaw!" Heather told Blaineley as she ran between her and Sky.
"Yeah, we're getting there first," Sky added.
"Hai\~yaa!" Blaineley rebutted, delivering a brutal karate chop that knocked Heather over.
Confessional: Blaineley
"Also, big ups to my hand-to-hand combat instructor Butchie," Blaineley added, striking a martial arts pose. "You are not a roid monkey, no matter what I said!"
Confessional Ends
"What's your problem?" Sky asked with a scowl, crouching down to help a scowling Heather.
"Nothing," Blaineley replied confidently. "It's called 'winning'."
She reached the rickshaw just then, and jumped into it with a cry of "Okay, come and get me, alliance buddy!" She paused impishly for a second, then chuckled and said "Oops! What I mean is, if any of you would still like to be in an alliance with me, feel free to pull! I'm a true size zero, fyi," she added.
The scene flashed ahead to a close-up of the skateboard and bicycle as Heather and Sky came upon them nearly out of breath.
"Sky, I know we haven't been talking to each other as much," Heather opened.
"I know as well," Sky responded.
"However," Heather continued, "as a show of good faith, I'll allow you first pick of whichever one you like."
"If you say so," Sky said, turning a skeptical eye from her to the bike and board. "I'll take the bike," she said, hopping on. "It's faster, and I've won a few bike races back home."
"Wise choice," Heather smiled as she pedaled away before stepping on the skateboard, sending it spinning up into her hands with a dark grin.
Confessional: Heather
"A small price to pay if it throws Sky off my trail," Heather confessed. "Of course, I did forget to mention that I have great balance from years in ballet class."
Confessional Ends
"Since Blaineley took the rickshaw," Caleb said as he and Sam walked along together, "we have to find something else to use."
"Like this!" Sam said, running over to the tricycle. "Although I guess only one of us can ride it," he said, picking it up with one hand. "Do you want it?" he offered Caleb.
"I'm a little tall for that," Caleb replied. "You take it. I'll find something else, like...," he looked around and saw the donkey and pogo stick, "one of those!"
He ran over to them, Sam right behind him, but frowned when he noticed Topher coming from the opposite direction. "Hey Topher," Sam said, "which one do you want?" he asked.
"I was actually on my way to the tricycle," Topher admitted, looking at the vehicle in Sam's hand. "But I suppose the donkey will have to do."
"If you want, we can trade," Sam told him. "I have a feeling that will be faster and less tiring."
"Okay. I'll see you at the finish line," Topher said to Caleb and Sam, taking the tricycle from the gamer, setting it down, and getting on it.
"Cool!" Sam said after mounting the donkey. "Will you be okay?" he asked Caleb as he picked up the pogo stick.
"I think so," Caleb said a little uncertainly as he started bouncing alongside the gamer.
The camera panned back to Scott, who frowned at everyone as he finally came to the wall. "Great," he muttered as he looked down to see the wooden sandals.
Confessional: Scott
"Since the only thing that's left is practically worthless, I might as well just run as fast as I can," Scott grumbled. "And this is a race!"
Confessional Ends
The footage flashed ahead to show Scott chucking the sandals away, until a chuckle from behind him caught his attention.
"Those don't really seem like your style," Blaineley said, still sitting in the rickshaw by herself. "Why don't you just pull me? We could be allies."
"Allies? With you? I'd rather be in an alliance with Eva," Scott told her. "That's why I'm leaving you here to lose. You're not going anywhere fast."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," Blaineley remarked arrogantly as she saw Scott running off.
The scene moved to a head-on view of Sky and Heather racing more-or-less side-by-side down a hill, the queen bee having a slight lead.
"How are you doing back there?" Heather asked.
"I'm managing!" Sky replied. "Don't count me out yet!"
"I'm not!" Heather said, looking at the athlete as the camera moved to their side and the Wall leveled off. "You've been a good friend to me all season!"
"Thank you!" Sky said as she started pedaling faster. "But I do not go easy on my friends when it comes to contests!" she said as she sped up and passed Heather, causing the raven haired girl to raise an eyebrow and speed up as well.
The camera moved in front of them again. Sky's eyes darted forward and the camera cut to a small landmine-like device lying along the path, then up to the sky as Chris appeared in his helicopter.
"Yo, wanna know what else the Chinese invented?" he called out through his megaphone, just as Sky swerved while Heather was distracted by the host.
Heather was shown unwittingly rolling over the mine with her skateboard, and the resulting explosion was shown from quite a ways back along the wall.
"No...," Heather groaned, covered in soot as she feebly rolled her skateboard another few inches, then fell over in a daze.
The camera cut to Sam on his donkey. He sighed and looked down at his mount and said "I'm in a race here, Kong. Can you give me a little more gas?"
The donkey just farted.
"I don't think that was what he meant," Caleb said as he hopped into view on the pogo stick.
"And that's why I chose to trade," Topher said as he passed them.
Sam groaned. "Come on! Giddy-up!" The camera cut to a close-up of his foot jamming into the animal's side, then it letting out a pained hee-haw. The donkey bucked its hind legs, and accidentally knocked Caleb off the wall with a startled shout.
"Sorry!" Sam called to him just before the donkey sped down the wall. "Whoa!" he yelled as he passed a shocked Topher. "This is extreme!"
The scene flashed back over to Heather as she angrily skated along the wall. "I can't believe I let myself get so far behind," she grumbled. "I never should have stayed behind to talk to Sky."
It was then that she heard the chuckle of a certain dirt boy.
Heather sighed and allowed herself to slow down. "And now another distraction," she muttered to himself. "Although this could be worth something."
She turned around, then skated over to Scott who was calmly walking up from behind. "Hey dirt head!" she said with a frown.
"Howdy, pennybags," Scott replied with a fake smile. "You barely escaped elimination last time."
"It's all a matter of who you ally with," Heather told him, looking down and noticing he wasn't wearing the wooden sandals. "I am surprised to see you not wearing the sandals. Aren't you worried about losing the challenge?"
"Not really," Scott replied with a shrug. "I have a plan on how to make it to the finish."
"And what is that?" Heather replied. "Not that I care of course."
"This," Scott replied simply. He then shoved Heather off the board, got on it, then sped off before the queen bee even had a chance to react to the statement. "This is what you get for eliminating MK!" he called back from off screen.
Heather just sat there, furious by the taunt.
The scene flashed to an elderly Chinese woman drinking tea at a table. She perked up at the sound of Caleb's screaming and the camera panned out to show various jugs and teapots in the foreground and on the far wall.
Caleb crashed through the roof of the home and landed on the empty chair on the other side of the table. "Um, hi," he said nervously to the woman, who didn't seem to be shocked that he was there.
The camera cut to Topher in a smoldering crater, lying on his back in a daze with the tricycle a few yards away.
"Whoa!" Sam said in concern, patting his mount on the neck and getting it to stop so he could hop off. "Are you okay?" he asked, running to his side and helping him up.
Topher coughed out a bit of soot, then said "I should be."
Just then, Scott rolled past the two surprisingly not looking tired. "See you two at the finish line!" he said smugly as he skated past.
Another flash took the scene back to Caleb and the old woman, the woman pouring a cup of tea for the hot player.
"And even though there are plenty of girls who are into me because of my looks, this certain girl likes me more than just the surface," Caleb explained. "Surprisingly, this girl happens to be egotistical and the type to be really shallow."
"You need love tea," the woman said, handing him a brown paper bag with a symbol on it that looked suspiciously like a ':}'. "More you drink, more she love."
Caleb took the bag and gave it a strange look.
The camera cut to Scott skating along with no one else in sight. "Either Sky and Caleb are way ahead of me," he said to himself, "or I just took the lead."
The camera panned down to a mine as he unknowingly skated across it, only to be blown off the wall with a yell.
The scene moved to the sky, where Chris was flying his helicopter. "Anybody who survives," he called out over his megaphone, "meet me at the finish!" He smiled and turned his attention to the camera. "There's more bombs to come, plus, free fortune cookies with every take-out entree. Right here, on Total! Drama! World Tour!"
Scott flew by screaming below the helicopter as the camera zoomed out while the season's title was dropped.
(Commercial Break)
The episode resumed on a shot of Chris standing next to a finish banner set up on top of the Wall. "Welcome back to Total Drama," he told the camera, "where our contestants are in a mega-tough race down the Great Wall of-" he gasped and looked towards the path as a warning cry came.
"WATCH OUT!" Sky shouted, just before she came barreling through on her bike. Chris quickly jumped out of the way by going over the battlements, and Sky skidded to a stop a few seconds after. She wiped the sweat from her brow, then looked around and smiled. "I won again!"
"How am I second?" Topher asked, nearly out of breath as he rolled up past the finish line just then. "I could have sworn Scott passed me earlier."
"Actually," Chris told them as he hauled himself back up into view on the edge of the battlements, "there is no prize for first."
"What?!" Sky and Topher exclaimed together.
"If you had waited for me to say the rules," Chris told them, "anybody who makes it over the line before the gong rings," the shot zoomed out to show a large gong standing nearby, "gets to join me for a very special lunch. A.k.a, the next part of the competish!"
"I still came in first," Sky added.
"And I beat Scott, so that counts as a personal win," Topher said.
The sound of hoofbeats caught everyone's attention, and the camera cut to the finish line as Sam crossed.
"We made it!" Sam said cheerfully, scratching his happy-looking donkey on the head. "And it's all thanks to you, Kong," he told it proudly. The sound of heavy breathing got his attention in turn, and he turned back towards the finish line. "Heather? Weren't you on a skateboard?"
"I was," Heather replied irritably, "until Scott stole it from me." She walked over to the gong, then fell over into it. "Who won the challenge anyway?"
"I did," Sky told her. "But-"
"Perfect," Heather said bitterly. "What's her advantage?"
"Nothing," Chris repeated irritably. "Which you would have known had you let me announce the rules."
"Oh," Heather said in realization. "And I assume we managed to beat Blaineley?" she said.
"Sorry to disappoint you, girlfriend," Blaineley spoke up, bringing the attention of all to the rickshaw standing a little ways away, "but I got here right before you did."
"But who pulled you?" Topher asked in utter astonishment. "Everyone besides Scott and Caleb got here on their own."
"A good reporter never reveals her sources," Blaineley answered smugly.
The scene flashed to a large well-decorated dining hall just as Chef lied down onto a clothed table, breathing and sweating heavily. "If she's a size zero, I'm the emperor of China," he announced before flopping down in exhaustion.
The shot moved back to the challenge, the camera focusing on a close-up of the gong mallet. "Okay people," Chris announced as he grabbed the mallet, the shot zooming out as he readied his swing, "it's time to-"
A faint and rhythmic boing got his attention, and the camera cut to Caleb bouncing up on his pogo stick. "Wait!" he called out. "I'm almost there!"
The rest of the cast was shown, Topher, Sam, and Sky smiling happily while Heather and Blaineley watched with disinterest.
Caleb crossed the finish line, and Chris rang the gong. "Hey, you made it!" Sam told the muscular boy as he bounced up to him, earning a fart from the donkey.
The footage skipped ahead, the six contestants still in the challenge now seated at the very table Chef had flopped down on earlier. From left to right were Blaineley, Sam, Topher, Sky, Heather, and Caleb, with Chris standing in front of the empty far right end.
"To win today," Chris began, "you'll have to eat more than everybody else at this totally awesome Chinese restaurant."
"Awesome!" Sam cheered. "I love Chinese food, and an eating contest is no sweat. Bring on the wontons!"
"Except," Chris interjected over the gamer's last few words, "this is the world's most authentic Chinese restaurant," he explained as the camera panned over to him. "You'll be enjoying real street food delicacies!" Heather's brow shot up in alarm. "Deep-fried grasshoppers, kung pao larvae," the host began to list off with a smug smile, causing the young woman to nearly retch.
"Everything okay?" Sky asked the queen bee from her seat.
Heather swallowed, then turned towards the athlete. "Everything is fine. This is," she forced back another bout of vomit, "nothing," she finished unconvincingly.
It was then that Chris's cellphone rang again, and he answered it with an irritated look. "Yo, it's McLean," he said tersely before walking off. "Yeah...I'm trying to make a show here?"
Confessional: Heather
"I was not looking forward to this challenge," Heather explained in the confessional. "I never eat disgusting food, and my little brother Damien loves to take advantage of it by putting gummy worms into my burritos."
Confessional Ends
"Has anybody seen Scott?" Topher asked. "Something bad could've happened to him."
"Here I am," Scott said, the camera zooming out to show him standing to the right with a few blotches of mud on him.
"Gah!" Topher exclaimed, disturbed by the mud.
"There you are," Heather smirked in hidden satisfaction. "What happened?"
"I hit some sort of land mine and ended up in a pig pen," Scott told them. "Now can someone explain to me what's going on here?"
"It's a Chinese street food eating contest," Caleb explained.
"Okay," Chris said, closing his phone and walking back over. "You have to eat each bowl of delish food," he said, walking past the seven contestants including Scott on the end, "opening your mouth to prove it went down. If you're last to finish, or you puke, you go sit with Scott on the loser bench."
"Hey!" Scott cried indignantly.
It was then that Chef walked past pushing a cart with six bowls on it; each contained a rectangular block of something with layers, but while five of the meals were a dull greenish-gray color the last had a pinkish tint to it. The bowls were placed in front of each contestant as Chef passed them, with the pinkish one going to Blaineley. He nodded curtly at the woman, and Blaineley winked back.
"Looks simply scrumptious, Chef!" Blaineley told him as he moved off-screen.
One of the other pieces of street food made a sick squelching sound as it was picked up by a pair of chopsticks, the camera zooming out to reveal them in the hands of Sam. "What is this anyway?" he asked worriedly.
He was answered by a familiar ding and the music note icon spinning into the lower-right corner of the screen. "Allow me to begin today's number," Chris said, leaning into the shot with a wide grin on his face.
Colorful stylized clouds of purple, pink, and green drifted across the screen as an elegant sizhu ensemble piece began to play. The clouds dispersed to reveal a backdrop of tall, stylized mountains and Chris rose up in center-screen. He had appropriated a traditional Chinese opera costume for his own use: a light blue robe with red trim, a long black beard, an ornate headdress, and a face painted pink and white. He had started singing even before making his appearance.
"A little Chinese lesson for you\~! Manman chi means 'Enjoy your meal'!"
"Manman chi, it's no raw deal!" The six still in the contest sang together, floating wide-eyed and cross-legged in mid-air before the table rose up to their level and they looked at their respective dishes.
"Is it some kind of eel?" Sam asked, the music fading out and the scene cutting back to the real restaurant as the gamer gave another hesitant look at his piece of mystery food.
"It's donkey meat!" Chris revealed. "Local delicacy."
The camera panned across the faces of the six contestants as they voiced their disgust. "Kong! Where are you?!" Sam asked, standing up frantically. "Let one rip if you can hear me!"
Blaineley, sitting next to the gamer, promptly tossed her own different-looking donkey meat into her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed without issue. "Mm, delicious!" she said, opening her mouth to prove to Chris that she'd eaten it.
"Dropped something," Heather said as the camera cut to her rising from under the table, then opening her mouth.
"Done!" Sky announced, opening her mouth to prove it.
"Done!" Caleb followed moments later.
The two looked to Topher, who was clenching his eyes shut in disgust and muttering "I can do this... I can do this," to himself.
Caleb turned his head back towards Sam, and said "Hurry Sam! You can win immunity!"
"I can't do it!" Sam declared. "I refuse to eat Kong!"
Topher finally swallowed, shuddered, and announced "Done!" He opened his mouth, and sure enough, it was empty.
"Sam, you're out!" Chris told the gamer with a taunting smile. "Loser bench!" Sam groaned and hung his head as the host pointed him to the side.
Sam was shown taking his seat further down the table, casting a blank look at Scott. He returned the look, and the two turned their attention back to the game.
A close-up was shown of the next dish being presented in bowls to the five remaining players; the first four received heaping helpings of brown, segmented, larvae-like somethings, while Blaineley received a heaping helping of spaghetti and meatballs.
"Mmm, smells delicious, Chef!" she remarked coolly, to which the pilot winked.
The return of the sizhu music and more stylized clouds blowing across the screen signaled the song's resumption, and Chris once again rose into the center of the mountainous backdrop in full costume.
"Manman chi means 'bon apetite'!"
"Manman chi, what do we have to eat?" The five remaining sang together, the table and dishes once again rising up to meet them in mid-air.
A close-up was shown of the meal squirming around in the bowl in front of Sky, the camera panning up to show her looking utterly horrified. "It's still moving its feet. It's hundreds and hundreds of feet," she continued as the music cut out.
"Live meal worms," Chris explained. "Local delicacy!"
Four of the remaining players shuddered in disgust and/or watched their food crawl around, but once again, Blaineley was having no problems at all.
"Wow, Chef, five stars!" Blaineley remarked, having already finished her meal.
"Are you serious?" Sky asked, struggling to even bring one of the meal worms to her mouth. "Are you actually enjoying this?"
Blaineley shrugged happily, then said "Done!" and opened her mouth wide.
"Oops, my hair tie fell," Heather said as she once again rose up from the table. "Done!" She opened her mouth to prove it.
"Done!" Topher added, and the camera zoomed out to show Caleb still chewing, and Sky who had only just put the first in her mouth.
It was no surprise when Caleb was the next to swallow and call out "Done!"
Chris leaned in to check his open mouth, then swung around to smile tauntingly at Sky. "Sky, you're out! Loser bench!"
The gymnast replied with a stream of projectile vomit that coated Chris's face quite well. She groaned, then stood up from the table.
She was shown taking her seat at the loser bench moments later, and shared a shrug with Sam and a glance toward Scott. The dirt boy frowned back, then turned his attention to the challenge.
The colorful clouds crossed over the screen once more, and for a third time, Chris rose up in front of the mountainous backdrop in full costume as the song resumed.
"Manman chi, it's dinner for four!"
"Manman chi, we've got room for more!" The four remaining sang, their meal this time revealed to be what looked like green and crispy starfish on skewers; except for Blaineley's, whose skewer seemed more like steak and potatoes.
"I think I might be done for...," Caleb sang, holding up his skewer with dread.
"Starfish on a skewer," Chris said eagerly. "Local delicacy!" Chef nodded happily, and Topher, Heather, and Caleb cringed and took their first bites.
Blaineley, meanwhile, had already finished once again. With a long drawn out "Mmm...," and a wink at Chef, she slid the empty skewer out of her mouth, then opened it wide. Chris turned a look toward Chef, and the pilot giggled nervously.
"I don't know why I'm having hair tie problems today," Heather said, rising back up to the table and opening her mouth.
The camera moved to Topher and Caleb, both of which had eaten the majority of their starfish. "This will not be what gets me today," Caleb told himself. He clenched his fist, shoved the rest of the starfish in his mouth, and began to chew.
"Done!" a voice to his right said, and the hot player opened his eyes in shock. The camera panned over to Topher, who was having his open mouth inspected by Chris.
"Caleb, you're out!" Chris announced. "Loser bench!" The muscular boy groaned and hung his head, then coughed up a starfish arm.
Caleb took his spot next to Sky further down the table and Sky patted his shoulder with sympathy. "You did good today. Don't feel down," she comforted him.
"Thanks," Caleb smiled.
The camera flashed to a close-up of the next dish sitting in front of Topher: a bowl of green mush, with a pair of purplish tentacles and an eyestalk coming out of it. Topher was looking extremely uncertain about it, and the shot cut over to Chris and Chef.
"Yeah, we don't even know what that's called," Chris admitted. "It ain't right whatever it is."
The music resumed once more, bringing the colorful clouds and mountain backdrop with it. As usual, Chris sang the next line.
'Manman chi, don't get the squirts!"
"Manman chi, we'd rather eat our shirts!" The remaining three sang together again, though Blaineley's dish looked far more like a bowl of ice cream with a little parasol sticking out of it than the tentacled mush that Topher and Heather had.
"Wait one minute!" Scott interrupted, bringing the song to a halt.
"Why does Blaineley's food look so much better?" Scott asked, rising from his seat impishly.
"It's exactly the same!" Blaineley countered quickly, at exactly the same time as Chris's cellphone ringing yet again.
"Listen, man!" Chris answered irritably, walking away from the table.
"And why does Heather keep bending over while she's eating?" Scott asked again, leaning toward the now nervous looking girl.
"I already told you..." Heather countered. "My hair..."
"Chris!" Scott yelled as he stormed over to the host. "What are you going to do about all this cheating?!"
"Yeah, okay, blah blah blah," Chris said, currently absorbed in his phone conversation. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Get off the phone, and HOST THE (BLEEP) SHOW!" Scott said sharply, causing Chris to look at him and end the call. "Heather hasn't eaten a single thing all day and someone's giving Blaineley real food."
"That is a lie!" Heather countered.
"GET OVER IT!" Blaineley yelled.
"I'm so ashamed," Chef said as he hung his head.
"Listen, we gotta wrap this up," Chris said. "So, here's the dealie-o. One last round. Whoever wins has invincibility in tonight's vote and they get to take the person of their choice up to first class with them."
"Cool," Topher smiled excitedly.
"And what about Blaineley and Heather's cheating?" Scott asked.
"Fine," Chris said in exasperation. "Blaineley, switch bowls with Topher. Heather, if you bend under the table, you can't win invincibility. Now let's get this done," Chris said.
The sizhu music and the clouds and the backdrop all returned, but this time it was the three remaining players who led the song.
"Manman chi, manman chi\~i…" They sang as they looked at their meals, with Blaineley and Heather looking nervous and noticeably off-key.
"They love to eat on the Yangtze!" Chris sang next, reappearing in full costume.
"Manman chi, manman- huh?" Chris continued over a shot of the main dish, its eye still moving and its tentacles squirming. The host only stopped when he heard Blaineley gag. The camera pulled out to show Blaineley and Heather projectile vomit as Topher downed the ice cream in one sitting.
"Sam is in first class with me! Condolences to his donkey!" Topher sang, standing on the table. Sam raised an eyebrow, then looked touched. The camera cut back to Blaineley as her cheeks bulged, and she leaned forward to vomit again just as the music ended.
A transitional shot of the plane in flight was shown. At its end, the scene cut to Caleb and Scott walking alone together through one of the plane's hallways.
"Listen," Caleb whispered to the farmer, "I understand that you want to vote out Heather, but you won't have enough votes." Scott raised an eyebrow at him. "Vote Blaineley instead. It's obvious she's in an alliance with Chef, and I don't want the game to be rigged!"
Scott peered closely at him for a moment as they walked, then let out his breath and looked ahead. "Fine. I'll vote for Blaineley this time."
The footage skipped ahead, showing Scott and Caleb arriving at the end of a line of the other contestants all waiting outside the confessional bathroom. Sam and Topher were directly ahead of Scott, followed by Sky and Heather at the front with Blaineley presumably in the bathroom.
"Hey," Heather whispered, getting the attention of Sky. "I know this might sound really off, but I was thinking we should..."
Her words degenerated into indecipherable mumbles as the camera panned ahead to Sam shooting a look towards the front of the line.
He then nudged Topher. "Hey, I think that Sky and Heather-" he started to say.
"Are going to vote one of us off?" Topher finished. "I know. But they're going to fail since Blaineley's getting the majority."
"I sure hope Scott votes with us," Sam said. "I don't want his vote to be wasted."
"I'll talk to Caleb and see if Scott will be on our side," Topher assured.
A flash took the scene to a close-up of one of the tiki-like statues in the elimination chamber, the camera panning left and a little bit down across the seven contestants as they awaited their fate: Sky, Sam, and Caleb in the top two rows; Scott and Heather below Sky; Topher in the bottom left corner, and Blaineley in the bottom right.
During the pan, Chris could be heard counting the votes. "Blaineley, Caleb, Blaineley, Caleb, Scott, Blaineley!" The shot reached him just as he tossed the sixth vote aside. "And, the final vote goes to...Blaineley," he announced, revealing the stamped face on the final passport. "She's gone!"
"Whatever," Blaineley grunted as she stood up. "I was too good for this show anyway."
Chris's cellphone rang yet again, but the host merely hung up with a single button and tossed it over his shoulder. "The producer's breathing down my neck and I'm getting a lot of flak on this budget stuff, so I was thinking, why don't two people take off?"
"What are you talking about?" Caleb asked.
"Blaineley's already the first person eliminated, and since he got the second most votes, Caleb's leaving as well!" Chris held up a pair of tattered parachute packs and grinned.
"What?!" the cast all exclaimed together, rising from their seats. They were answered by the parachute packs getting tossed into the arms of the losers.
"How is getting rid of me going to save money?" Caleb sputtered.
"Weight on the plane, food budget, I don't know," Chris answered. "You both have to leave."
"This is unfair, but I'll have to accept it," Caleb said as Chef herded him and Blaineley towards the exit.
"Bye Caleb!" Sky waved him off. "I didn't vote for you, even though I was told to."
"You didn't?!" Heather shouted with a glare.
The camera cut back to the two losers as they reached the door.
"Not so fast! I have some things to say first!" Blaineley said angrily. "Izzy? She's still hiding in the hold! Sky, Heather's just using you as an extra vote! Topher, Heather purposely lied to you about Anne Maria and Caleb!"
The shot cut to Topher and Sky looking surprised, and Heather starting to stand up. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
"Exposing you, and no way can you bankrupt me when you're still a teenager!" Blaineley retorted. "Heather's been hiding that she's nasty and planning behind all of your backs!" Sky and Topher gasped, though Sam and Scott were not the slightest bit surprised. "She's been responsible for the eliminations of Izzy, Ripper, Anne Maria, Rodney, Gwen, and MK, played with Rodney's feelings, and made Gwen tell her about MK and Caleb's kiss through trickery!"
"Can you just get her out of here already!" Heather asked.
"I don't know," Chris said with an impish smile. "This part's kind of fun."
"Oh you want to hear something really fun?" Blaineley replied in her own impish tone. "They wanted me to host the show. You only got the job because I said no, and-"
Chris cut her off there, charging forward and shoving the two eliminated players out the open door with a scream. The shot cut to the Final Five, four of whom were giving Heather unhappy looks as the plane's side door closed.
"I'm actually relieved," Heather told the others. "Pretending to actually be generous made me want to puke!"
"You got Anne Maria injured and manipulated me!" Topher glared. "Don't think I'm letting this go!"
"Like I care about your pity party. I'm going to be playing ruthless from now on!" Heather warned them and walked away.
A flash moved the scene to the cockpit, where Chris slammed his fist down on the console in irritation. "You know, this is very serious, Chef," he told his assistant.
"All I can say is that the girl's awful persuasive," Chef responded.
"I was first choice for this gig, right?" Chris asked desperately.
"Uhh, of course you were!" Chef answered quickly.
"Yeah, right," Chris said in forced relief, laughing awkwardly and adding "There's no show without me! Watch this."
He turned to the camera. "Five contestants! One million dollars! And a whole bunch of the world left to mess up! Join us next time, on Total! Drama! World Tour!"
The footage lingered on the furthest zoomed-out shot of the plane, and Chef said "Heh, it is way better when you do it..."
(Roll the Credits)
(Bonus Clip)
The bonus footage opened on Caleb falling through the air. "Well that could've gone better for me considering that this is my first season on the show," he told the camera. "At least I can hang out with the Drama Brothers soon, and I made some pretty decent friends on the plane."
He then took out the bag given to him earlier. "I could drink the love tea, but I figured that I don't need it at the moment," he told the camera and put it away. "Me and MK will get together when the universe calls for it. But first, I should open my parachute."
He then pulled the cord on his pack. However, the parachute didn't open. "Have I mentioned that I don't like Chris?" Caleb grunted.
The camera zoomed out to show the gong from the challenge. When Caleb was nearing the ground, the wind took full control of his gravity and sent him crashing into the center of the gong. Both vibrated due to the collision, and Caleb peeled away from the object and laid down on the floor groaning.
MK - RETURNED
Izzy - 18th
Ripper - 17th
Millie - 16th
Eva - 15th
Chase - 14th
Brick - 13th
Anne Maria - 12th
Rodney - 11th
Jasmine - 10th
Gwen - 9th
MERGE
MK - 8th
Blaineley - 7th
Caleb - 6th
Boys: Sam, Scott, Topher
Girls: Heather, Sky
Author's Note: Blaineley's elimination was likely very obvious considering the type of character Blaineley is and how late she debuted, but I think Caleb's elimination will be much more surprising considering it's a common trend to bring both World Tour newbies to the final four in Shuffled fics... Well, that's not happening here. Although if you did predict Caleb making it to the final four, I wouldn't be surprised since he had strong plotlines with both Sky and MK but in the end, it wasn't enough to bring him any further. Hope you enjoyed this chaptee regardless though.